Location: EARTH,CLASSROOM
Environment: UNHOSTILE
Time: 6893 Ligas (8:09 am)
Stepping into the classroom, the first thing I notice is the unignoreable scent of meat. It's overwhelming and I barely stop myself from gagging. My amazing body must appear alert unless these fools notice something. Not that they would. They are stupid and primitive as time reveals. Even as I speak with the barest intelligence so they can understand, I can feel eyes on me. My own dart from earth worm to earth worm…
Scanning…no threat. The face is discarded as useless. Next child.
Scanning…no threat. Next.
Scanning…no threat. Next.
"Okay, am I the only who sees the alien sitting in class." An annoying voice interrupts the quiet disgustingness of the moment. Without permission my neck twists and I am staring back into large eyes, encased with glass protection. There's something in those eyes that has me almost…worried. It's something new. Something I haven't seen on any of the faces of these dirt-stains; intelligence, determination.
Scanning…threat. Human, Dib. Age: 11. Saved to the database.
The more the idiotic human speaks, the more he attempts to make his moronic peers listen to him the more my panic fades. However there's something more that sparks in my superior blood; rage. The first lick of it I've felt since…no, I can't remember ever being this angry. This prepared to jump across the room and kill the pale creature with my bare hands…well not bare. That would be unsanitary.
Monitoring…
The longer we talk, the more we battle with our wits inside this disgusting classroom the more I begin to see the human before me. He is certainly not like the others. Perhaps the devices on his eyes give him a different form of sight. The more I notice the way he stands and the light way he stares back at me as if seeing through the brilliant disguise, the more uneasy I feel. But, I also feel exhilarated. And that is something that I have not felt since OID 1.
Dib; Worthy Adversary.
Location: EARTH; LAB
Environment: UNKNOWN
Time: 0923 Ligas (12:13 am)
My left eye aches. A sharp jab with meaty human hands did that. Harsh bruises will soon be forming on my poor arms where Dib grabbed me in his desperate mode. And perhaps the blood spouting my the gash on my forehead will cease from the painful smack into that stupid brick wall.
But, there's no pain. It's instead a hollow sort of agony. The only reason I notice is because he made them. There's no cause for alarm. These minor injuries will heal soon with my superior abilities, my fantastic linage. Yet, I can look down at the nail indentures in my forearm and know who it's from. The soft jagged edges are his. Because he chews them to nubs. An odd human reaction to stress and anxiety. A nervous habit apparently.
This interested me. I looked up habits, nervousness, anxiety, nails…and it was all so dull. But, the fact that it related to my greatest adversary had me taking the time, making myself be patient. It was needed to defeat the human. I must know everything there is to know. In order to take over Earth, he must fall to his knees before Zim.
Healing initiated.
As predicted the skin begins to smooth over, the blood stops and it's as if it never happened. I glance back at the screen before me where it shows Dib. The eyes that remind me sort of like fire, wide and neurotic. Face scrunched up in the throbbing as he nursed his own wounds which would not heal as expertly as mine do.
No, according to my new found knowledge, they are deep enough to become scars. Marks on the flesh of tissue that never goes away. This fascinates me. I can pretend the war between us isn't happening, imagine like the human never got the upper hand. But, the Dib-Monkey will always look down and see what I've done to him. He will forever carry our battles on his skin.
A smile rises to my face unbidden.
Dib; Enemy.