A.N. Here it is guys! The first installment to my Zim family trilogy! Me ish excited. . . takes place five years from 'A Chance for some Romancey' and 'Emotion Sickness'. . .and stuff! Yay! Ooo, I was reading 'Emotion Sickness' to my friend Rachael this past week, and there were so many typos, I wanted to cry. Only I didn't.
And Kacer has a biggish part in this story. Or bigger then the other stories she's appeared in, which is like, one. And she was mentioned in ACfsR. But now she's like. . . a semi-important character, but not really. This story is focused mainly on. . .well, just read it. . .
Chapter One- Taffy Waffles (with sprinkles)
Tak lifts her head groggily from the pillow, blinks several times, then sits up. Although there are no windows or clocks in the room, she has the feeling she's not supposed to be up yet. Like it's too early in the morning or something.
But with my luck, Tak thinks, slightly awake now, I probably overslept.
Even though she knows its not the most considerate thing to do, she faces the opposite of her bed, and whispers, "Hey Zim. . . do you know what time it is?" although it does occur to her that there's little chance he would know.
She pokes him lightly and is surprised to discover that instead of Zim, she's only poking the bunched up bed sheets. She shifts the blanket for a few moments, then climbs out from the bed.
Although there are hundreds of labs Zim could possibly be in, Tak's first instinct is to check the kitchen. And she's right.
The first thing she sees is the freezy box door is wide open.
"Midnight snack, Zim?" she says loudly, smirking slightly.
The freezy box door shuts, but instead of revealing Zim, there's only a little smeet, holding a few food items and almost collapsing under the weight of it.
"Clox?" says Tak, a little baffled. She rushes over and takes all but one of the itmes from the small child's arms. "Where's your father?"
Clox smiles, showing his fangs a little, and points to the table. Zim is sitting there, half-asleep. His head drops against the table surface and he closes his eyes.
"Zim!" Tak snaps. "Don't tell me you woke Clox up just to cook for you again."
Zim mumbles in reply, "Wasn't me. . .woke me up. . .said he wanted. . . to cook breakfast. . ."
Tak places the food items on the counter. She looks to the kitchen clock.
"It's 2:30 in the morning!"
"Yeah, well, I didn't know that," Zim says, almost inaudibly, lifting his head from the table, "we don't have a clock in our room, ya know."
Tak rolls her eyes and sighs, then turns to her son.
"Sweetie," she says, trying to conceal her frustration, "get back to bed."
"But-" Clox's eyes instantly begin to water, "I-I WANNA MAKE B-B-BREAKF'ST!"
"Oh, don't give me that, you-"
"Clox!" Zim suddenly snaps, having regained full consciousness. "Listen to her! Or you shall never make another breakfast again! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!"
As Clox begins to wail, Tak turns on Zim.
"Geez!" she shouts, "don't yell at him!"
"Well, he was protesting-"
"Don't yell at me! You'll wake up-"
"Wus goin' on?" asks a sleepy voice.
At the entrance of the kitchen, there's a small (though not smaller then Clox) Irken, rubbing her pink eyes and yawning.
Zim groans, and slams his head against the table, but no one else seems to notice.
"Nothing Pin," Tak says softly to the little Irken, "just go back to-"
"Ooo! Is Clox makin' breakfast!"
And now Tak groans, as Pin rushes across the kitchen to her little brother, with an enormous grin.
"What're you makin'?" she asks, fully awake now.
Clox answers proudly, not a single trace of a tear on his face, "Sausage-taffy-marshmallow-waffles!"
"My favorite!"
"Okay guys," Tak says, "I'm serious, get back to-"
"Did you say 'sausage-taffy-marshmallow-waffles'?" Zim asks Clox, his antennas raised in alert. When Clox nods, he continues with a smile, "I love those!"
"I can make, um, I can make," Clox says, getting excited, "th-three batches, I think! On'y, on'y, uh. . . th-there's not so much taffy though, um. . .I-I think Gir a-ate most of it yestaday. . ."
"No worries!" Zim says, with a wave of his hand. "There is extra taffy stored underneath the mighty bed of ZIM!"
". . .There is?" Tak asks, confused.
But Zim doesn't answer; he just jumps in the toilet, as a way of getting under the base, and disappears from view. Tak glances from the toilet, to her children, who have energetically begun to prepare the meal, to the clock, and then she sighs in defeat. She sinks into a chair at the kitchen table, her chin resting against her palm, but after a moment, she looks up and says, "Hey Clox, could you maybe add some sprinkles to those waffles. . .?"
"Yup Mom-ee! S-sure thing!"
"What do you mean it's 'locked
Zim's eye twitched in agitation as he answered, " I mean, that it won't open."
"Oh, come on Zim," Tak replied, sounding exasperated, "it is an Earth door, isn't it? Surely, and 'amazing' Irken like you can manage to open it."
It was one of those rare occasions where Zim caught on to her sarcasm, because he narrowed his eyes and growled, "Are you making fun of me?"
Tak just sighed and pushed past Zim, to the door. She gave it a sharp turn with a rather smug look; but it didn't open.
"Dammit!" she said. "It's locked!"
"Told you."
"Well. . ." she sunk down against the wall, "someone's bound to find us, right?"
"Skool's over
"The Janitor, idiot. It is his closet, is it not?"
Zim scowled and sunk against the wall opposite of Tak; although they weren't really that far apart. It was a rather tight space.
After a few minutes of silence, Tak whispered, "Truth or dare?"
"Excuse me?"
"We're going to be here awhile. Truth or dare?"
"Neither."
"Oh, come ooon, Zim. . ."
"I refuse to take part in your pitiful games!"
"TRUTH OR DARE!"
Zim shrunk back a little, and muttered, ". . .uh, truth. . ."
"Okay. . ." Tak looked up, as if pondering something, "is it true. . .hm. This is hard." She paused for a moment, but then smiled teasingly, "What's your most humiliating memory from the Academy?"
"I don't wanna play."
"Zim. . ."
"Ask a new question. That one was not worthy of an answer."
"Fine. . .have you ever gotten drunk before?"
"What is 'drunk'?"
Tak just look exasperated, as she said, "OKAY. . .new question. . ." she paused again, and then, trying her hardest to keep a straight face, asked, "Do you love me, Zim?"
Zim jumped back in alarm, and said something to the extent of, "Wha-?"
Then he rushed to the door and began pulling on the doorknob.
"Zim, what the hell are you-"
"IT'S SUFFOCATING IN HERE!" he shouted. "We have to get out!"
"Answer my question first."
Zim froze for a second, but didn't look at Tak. Then he said, "I want a dare."
"You can't switch, Zim-"
"Dare!"
"Fine! Geez. . .I dare you to answer my question!"
"I dun wanna play!" Zim whined, falling to his knees in defeat.
"Geez, I was only kidding," Tak muttered. "New question. . ." (Zim looked dismayed) "Boxers or briefs?"
A short moment of silence passed and then, ". . .yes."
Tak looked up, confused.
"To which one?" she asked.
"No. . .'yes' to. . .your last question. . .thingy. . ."
A smile crept onto Tak's face. She grabbed Zim's forearm and said, "I dare you to kiss me."
"Isn't it my turn yet?"
"Zim. . ."
There was a very brief period, around the first year of Jr.Hi Skool, when Zim and Tak were slightly taller then their classmates. But in less then a year, everyone else hit puberty, and -bam- they were tall.
Now that Zim and Tak have started Hi Skool, their height's become a problem; or Zim's anyway. Tak was able to modify her disguise, so now she just looks like a short teenager. However, Zim's disguise is the same it's always been; so he looks like a lost child in the Hi Skool.
Which kinda bothers him. Especially when hyperactive freshman and sophomore girls rush over and squeeze him, shrieking various phrases such as, "OMG, this Zim kid's so tiny! He's adorable!" or "I love him, he's so cute!". This usually lasts until Zim passes out due to lack of air, or until Tak comes and shoos them away. The hyper girls only tried to squeeze Tak and her tinyness once- and Tak had reacted by trying to kill them (of course, this was last year when she was pregnant with Clox, so her mood swings were crazy). This ended in a week suspension for Tak, and a deep fear of short, blue-haired girls for the freshmen.
Another thing that bothers Zim is that, of all the filthy humans, Dib is taller then him.
Besides his height, Dib hasn't changed a whole lot. Except he's a little more mature and quieter, and interested in girls (Kacer is his sort-of-girlfriend, which shocked a few classmates who were convinced he was gay). Also, he doesn't get so worked up over Zim's threats. he's finally come to realize that Zim's basically. . .well. . .harmless (although Dib does realize that competent Irkens are a problem).
He's eyeing Zim in vague curiosity right now though, because the teacher is giving a lecture on the vulnerabilities of Earth, yet Zim isn't lifting his head from the desk. Dib looks to the desk behind Zim, and sees Tak is in the same condition.
He grabs his notebook, tears out a page, and scribbles a quick note to Kacer, who's sitting behind him.
Kacer, Go ask Tak what's up with her and Zim. Why they're all tired and crap. -Dib
It takes a few minutes for Kacer to reply, because she has to write Tak a note first and all, but finally a paper football lands back on Dib's desk, and he unfolds it rather quickly.
Dib, it says, she says they were up making waffles. Love, Kacer
And Dib, who doesn't realize that was a literal statement, widens his eyes in horror. He kinda wishes he hadn't asked.
"And so class," the teacher is saying, "that just proves that the planet Earth completely sucks. . ."
At that moment, the bell rings and everyone rushes from the room, except a very tired Zim and Tak. They both just drag their feet, yawning and hanging their heads, and a rather perky Kacer jumps out, and shouts, "So, were the waffles good?" and then they basically keel over.
Tak is a bit more awake however, and she blinks at Kacer, then says, "Yes. They were delicious. Clox made them."
Kacer and Dib are basically the only two (besides Gaz) that know Clox and Pin are Zim and Tak's children ( to everyone else, they are just Tak's little cousins). Kacer has even, on rare occasions, babysat for them.
Dib's standing beside her now, still horrified, and says to Tak, "You. . .you let him do that. . .?"
"Sure. He's an excellent cook."
"Yeah Dib," Kacer says, "I've tried his waffles before. They're good."
Dib looks slightly crushed, still not comprehending that they are talking about actual waffles.
"Wh-what are you about Kacer? I thought you-"
"Dib-worm!" Zim shouts. Or whispers harshly. He is apparently too tired to raise his voice, and Dib glances down at him, eyebrows raised in mild interest.
"Yeah?" he says.
Zim pauses and realizes he has no prepared threat or insult, so he waves his hand as if to shoo him off and says, "Um. . .go away."
Dib just rolls his eyes.
"Let's go, Kacer," he says, and he takes hold of her elbow.
She nods, but first turns to Tak and Zim and says, "You guys have an anniversary coming up next week, right?"
The two glance up and blink, confused. They look to each other, a bit blankly, but after a moment, it dawns on them that Kacer's words are true. They nod slowly, and Kacer continues, "If you guys wanna go out and celebrate, I'd be happy to watch Pin and Clox..."
But she's being dragged down the hall by Dib, and before Zim and Tak can answer, she disappears from view. Leaving the two alone, no longer so tired.
"Five years, right?" Zim says, after a brief silence.
"Yup," Tak says. "Can't believe we survived that long."
But she's smiling, so Zim does too. He takes her hand and they leave the skool.
End of chapter one. . .
Next chapter. . . 'To Tail is to Stalk'. . .where you will read about:
- Zim giving his children a weird. . .pep talk, speech thingy...
- Gaz, throwing a phone at Dib's head!
- Zim and Tak, making out! In Zim's ship! (cough cough) Kinda. I dunno.
Random Crap: My brother got Squee! the other day! Squee's sooo kawaii! And so ish Pepito. . .in a. . .satanic kinda way. . .
For pics of Clox and Pin, go to Deviantart, my name is Pinkys1985 (once again, this site isn't allowing me to post an address). Then click on my pic 'Da Children, part 1'.