Slap!
Summary: In which Zim and Dib become "friends".
No, I don't own Invader Zim. I just own the story sadly
Rated: K
8 years ago. . .
Baby Dib was taking his first steps. He was three years old at the time.
Get up
And then
Fall again.
That was the process of learning. Dib, being the natural paranormal investigator he was, walked up to baby Zim.
Baby Zim was the size of a book, compared to Dib. His eyes were a light pink and his antennae was shorter. Now, Zim was just playing with his little baby toy SIR unit. His very first, given to him by the tallest. Minding his own business, he didn't notice little Dib frowning, studying him, every little move counted.
Zim didn't look up. As if he wasn't aware of the fact that Dib was towering over him, blocking some of his field of vision into a shadow.
"I'm going to. . . to. . .espose of you one day! Once I grow big and strong!" Dib replied, pointing at Zim, who looked up.
"Espose? Nuh-uh! Dib-worm!" he blew a raspberry and tried what no baby would try to do, unless they were influenced or had morals.
Zim stood up and just before Dib knew it. . .
SLAP!
Zim had slapped Dib square in the face, saddened that his claws were not long or sharp enough to actually injure the boy on the face. But he was still kind of satisfied at the red tint he gave Dib on the cheeks.
As for Dib, he reached up and felt the area where he had been slapped by Zim. It stung and before they both knew it, Dib was full-on crying. His face now becoming drowned in tears. Zim didn't feel remorse at all! He just thought the sound was annoying!
After some time the nursery worker heard Dib's cries and asked what was wrong.
Dib just replied with a, "Z-Zim s-s-s-slapped m-me!"
The worker turned to Zim to find out that Zim was just playing with his toy. She then looked back at Dib. "Are you sure?"
Dib nodded and the nursery worker was forced to separate the two.
Once she left the room, Dib calmed down a bit and glared at Zim, who just smirked.
"Imma get you one day!" Dib promised.
Present. . .
Now that both were eleven, well, Dib was he wasn't sure about Zim, they were still fighting. Zim and Dib, guns, lasers, and alien catching equipment aside and mostly broken they had a standoff. They stepped at the gravel like the old western movies used to do and once they got close to each other, they raised both of their hands and had a slap fight, determined to win any other way.
Ridiculous at it sounds, a slap was what it took to become friends and foes.
WOOO! Another story! I'm on a roll for someone still not sleeping even though it's 1:54 AM! LOL. Second story for the day. I started this not too long ago and I finally got this finished. Yes! Success! Short stories FTW!
Review! I want to know what you got out of this.