Hi everyone! Yea, um, Iamastrangeperson "kindly requested" me to write this, so there you have it. I'm not great at writing ZIM fanfic...but whatever. ZIM is copyright to the wonderful, genious, creepily vampiric Jhonen Vasquez.
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful butterfly. This butterfly had beautiful golden wings with pretty black markings on them. It also was completely irrevelent to our story, so let's kill it and move on to where we're supposed to be.
Well, far, far away from the now-dead butterfly, there was a short green alien evilly plotting...something. "BWAHAHAHA...coff...gasp...HAHAHAHAHAHA!" he wheezed, probably disturbing some people outside. "Yes...yes, that sounds perfect," he cackled. "Oh yes...Peeps! Marshmallow Peeps! I bring them to the pathetic human worm-babies, they devour them greedily, and their utterly pathetic human digestive systems will--"
Suddenly, a small robot bounced in carrying a bottle of pink liquid above his head. I'm assuming you all know who this is and what he's carrying, so I don't find it neccesary to state it. "Pink does more than you think!" he squealed. The little green alien-dude person (who is ZIM, as you know...unless you're a full-blown idiot, in which you should go insist for the help of Wobbly-Headed Bob. I'm sorry, but I cannot help you in this area.) irritably pushed the robot away. "No! No Pepto-Bismol. Pepto-Bismol is our enemy! You hear me?! OUR VILE, REEKING ENEMY!" he snarled at the bottle. "CURSE YOUU!" Gir was then forced to watch in horror as ZIM quickly ripped his best friend to shreds. So was the guy passing by outside, but he then suffered a very unfortunate lazer accident. Oh well...hehehehehe...
[40 Minutes Later]
"Whew..." panted ZIM. "It was difficult...grueling, even...but I have FINALLY dismantled the EVIL human healing acid known as..." his eyes narrowed. "Pepto...Bismooolll."
He then glanced at his new shiny digital clock, that he might have stolen out of some random Radio Shack in his search for ways to cut into Earthling technology. Of course he didn't, though. "Um, late for Skool. Bye GIR. Don't explode the house. Don't shrink the faculties. Don't mass-produce bottles of Pepto-Bismol. Bye."
Once outside, ZIM seemed happy to be free. Maybe it was the fresh air? The lack of metal walls? Of course not! You're an idiot. It was the fact that he was getting farther away from the sticky pink liquid with every step he took. It certainly wasn't the "fresh air".
"Ahhh, no more Pepto-Bismo...ah..Ah-CHOO!" ZIM sneezed, spewing red acid from his antennae and splattering a random guy near him. The random guy screamed as the alien mucous burned a hole through his pathetic Earthling skin.
Somewhere, someone drew a disturbing picture.
Anyway, it was time for ZIM to discover a certain thing called "allergies". Just like Pinnochio had to discover puberty when he became a real boy, but we'll get into that later. And as he was to discover, allergies were (are?) not a pleasant thing. Especially not for people who are sensitive to painful, acid-like mucus.
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful butterfly. This butterfly had beautiful golden wings with pretty black markings on them. It also was completely irrevelent to our story, so let's kill it and move on to where we're supposed to be.
Well, far, far away from the now-dead butterfly, there was a short green alien evilly plotting...something. "BWAHAHAHA...coff...gasp...HAHAHAHAHAHA!" he wheezed, probably disturbing some people outside. "Yes...yes, that sounds perfect," he cackled. "Oh yes...Peeps! Marshmallow Peeps! I bring them to the pathetic human worm-babies, they devour them greedily, and their utterly pathetic human digestive systems will--"
Suddenly, a small robot bounced in carrying a bottle of pink liquid above his head. I'm assuming you all know who this is and what he's carrying, so I don't find it neccesary to state it. "Pink does more than you think!" he squealed. The little green alien-dude person (who is ZIM, as you know...unless you're a full-blown idiot, in which you should go insist for the help of Wobbly-Headed Bob. I'm sorry, but I cannot help you in this area.) irritably pushed the robot away. "No! No Pepto-Bismol. Pepto-Bismol is our enemy! You hear me?! OUR VILE, REEKING ENEMY!" he snarled at the bottle. "CURSE YOUU!" Gir was then forced to watch in horror as ZIM quickly ripped his best friend to shreds. So was the guy passing by outside, but he then suffered a very unfortunate lazer accident. Oh well...hehehehehe...
[40 Minutes Later]
"Whew..." panted ZIM. "It was difficult...grueling, even...but I have FINALLY dismantled the EVIL human healing acid known as..." his eyes narrowed. "Pepto...Bismooolll."
He then glanced at his new shiny digital clock, that he might have stolen out of some random Radio Shack in his search for ways to cut into Earthling technology. Of course he didn't, though. "Um, late for Skool. Bye GIR. Don't explode the house. Don't shrink the faculties. Don't mass-produce bottles of Pepto-Bismol. Bye."
Once outside, ZIM seemed happy to be free. Maybe it was the fresh air? The lack of metal walls? Of course not! You're an idiot. It was the fact that he was getting farther away from the sticky pink liquid with every step he took. It certainly wasn't the "fresh air".
"Ahhh, no more Pepto-Bismo...ah..Ah-CHOO!" ZIM sneezed, spewing red acid from his antennae and splattering a random guy near him. The random guy screamed as the alien mucous burned a hole through his pathetic Earthling skin.
Somewhere, someone drew a disturbing picture.
Anyway, it was time for ZIM to discover a certain thing called "allergies". Just like Pinnochio had to discover puberty when he became a real boy, but we'll get into that later. And as he was to discover, allergies were (are?) not a pleasant thing. Especially not for people who are sensitive to painful, acid-like mucus.