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I hate Dib.
I hate him with a burning passion. His smug smirk, his stupid hair, his stupid head. Everything about him just sets me off somehow.
There's nothing I can do about it now though. That's the part I hate the most. I won't say it though. I'll never say it. I can't. He didn't. He couldn't have.
…but he did. …he…beat me.
That's why I'm here now. That's why I'm in this filthy stinking Earth apartment. It seems like things could be worse, but they really couldn't. This isn't just any apartment, you know.
It's Dib's apartment.
Instead of turning me into the FBI or the government, he kept me to himself. I wish he hadn't. I wish he'd turned me in. I would have been better off rotting in a jar or being dissected into a thousand pieces. Anything is better than this.
Anything is better than being Dib's pet.
That's exactly what I am to him too. A pet, an animal, some mongrel he found dying in the street! That's all I am! I HATE HIM SO MUCH!
That's exactly how he treated me too. For almost the first year, I was in a cage. I hated that cage. It was too small. I doubted if a large dog could stand in it. I never begged, but I always screamed for him to release me. I think the screaming lasted a month or so. Time passes rather fast in an iron hell. All I know was that it wasn't very long.
At least once daily, sometimes twice, he would make sure I knew what I was. His pet. He even turned my pack into…into an accessory. It just hung limply on my back like some…dead beetle-leech, simply keeping me alive. All my weapons were gone though.
Other days he would crawl by my hell like the worm he was and whisper to me horrid nothings. Reminding me, making sure I constantly knew I would never be able to leave him. That I was his forever.
There were also days where if he was in a bad mood, he would check to see if I was gripping the bars. If I was he would hit them with a rulerstick until I either let go or my fingers broke. I'm proud to say that I never once let go.
One day though…he let me out.
" You look sickly." He had said, disgusted, ' Stretch a little. I'm putting you back in there in an hour. Don't even think of trying the doors or windows either."
I didn't. I had seen him lock them. He never put me back in that cage after that either. He did make me wear a collar though. I hated that almost as much as the cage. He had tackled me down and forced the retched thing on me. If my pack had been working, he wouldn't have dared.
It was tight and really itchy. He had put his own dog tag on it too. ZIM--Property of Dib Membrane. I hated it.
I didn't complain after the first day though. The first day I was thrown against the wall and he'd threatened to put me in my hell again. It had worked. I never wanted to go back in that box again.
He let me walk around the apartment as I pleased now. I now had access to windows. Not that I could escape. Without my pack, I wasn't strong enough to both break through the glass and jump down four floors.
The world had changed a lot in two years. 'Hell' would be an accurate description. Human-devil-beasts lurking in the street, feeding off of whatever they could, including each other, with new arrivals everyday. Somehow, even with that, the population had decreased tenfold.
Another race of aliens invaded just before I was caught. They destroyed anything they could find and left. Cowards. All it was was a bloody rampage. The sad part was, it didn't end after the aliens left. All that was left was nothing and people would do anything to obtain that sweet nothing, even kill.
That's when Dib caught me. I'd been hit by something; I don't even remember what. It was probably a piece of a falling building. He had just taken me and ran. There was no elaborate battle sequence. Just more cowardice.
Once aliens had discovered Earth (other than me of course), they came constantly. There was a big group of dirt-humans though, that were making sure no aliens ever stayed. They loved picking on the humans though, so even those that survived came back for more.
Of course, Dib was a part of it. I'll bet he never told them he keeps a pet alien at home.
It's funny how someone can change so much and still be exactly the same as they were before. Dib had gotten exactly what he had always wanted. Somehow, even though his precious home, family, and lab equipment had all been destroyed years ago, he had still gotten exactly what he wanted in the end.
That asshole.
After all, what had I gotten? Nothing. I lost everything. My base. GIR. All methods of transport back home. They were all gone. I had to admit, I missed that malfunctional little thing sometimes.
Eventually…Dib took the collar off me. It had taken me by surprise. He assured me, of course, that I still could never leave. Infact, he slammed me into the wall, just to make sure of that.
After that day though, he had become more…civil somehow. He would talk to me, show me his research, and even let me have some new clothes. After eight years of living among the filthy stink-beasts, Earth's gravity has begun to affect me somewhat. I had actually gotten taller. Now I am only about a half foot shorter than the Dib-human (who is exceptionally tall for an Earth boy. Or at least I thought so).
He would even leave the apartment for long periods of time, trusting me to be alone. I knew he locked the doors. I knew the windows were sealed. I knew I had no hope left in me at all at this point. Two years is a damn long time.
When he would leave, I would do some exploration. Usually though, I would just wind up reading one of his books. Most of them were his own, handwritten onto blank pages, notes on…everything. On me. On Earth's new atmosphere. On other aliens. Anything he could think of, it seemed. When he got bored, he would even doodle Bigfoot and the Loch Ness Beast around the edges.
Of course he other books too. Mostly inferior Science books that were useless before and useless now. He only had a couple of other books. Infact, I think the first book I had read was…argh…I can't even think of the title. It was something stupid like Jeter Dan or something…decent story though.
Most of the time I was left just thinking. Just mind wandering, stupid thinking. Mostly about possible explanations for Dib's strange behavior.
One day when he came home from wherever the hell he goes, I noticed he didn't stop to unlock the door.
" Oops," He said with a smirk. " I guess I forgot."
Of course, it was both locked and bolted the next day when I tried. Curse you Dib.
(A/N: Ah…haven't written a Zim fic in a while. I like this one too. The next chapter will be up soon. Infact, I already have it written, I'm just putting this one up as a teaser. So please R&R and let me know what you think. )
I hate Dib.
I hate him with a burning passion. His smug smirk, his stupid hair, his stupid head. Everything about him just sets me off somehow.
There's nothing I can do about it now though. That's the part I hate the most. I won't say it though. I'll never say it. I can't. He didn't. He couldn't have.
…but he did. …he…beat me.
That's why I'm here now. That's why I'm in this filthy stinking Earth apartment. It seems like things could be worse, but they really couldn't. This isn't just any apartment, you know.
It's Dib's apartment.
Instead of turning me into the FBI or the government, he kept me to himself. I wish he hadn't. I wish he'd turned me in. I would have been better off rotting in a jar or being dissected into a thousand pieces. Anything is better than this.
Anything is better than being Dib's pet.
That's exactly what I am to him too. A pet, an animal, some mongrel he found dying in the street! That's all I am! I HATE HIM SO MUCH!
That's exactly how he treated me too. For almost the first year, I was in a cage. I hated that cage. It was too small. I doubted if a large dog could stand in it. I never begged, but I always screamed for him to release me. I think the screaming lasted a month or so. Time passes rather fast in an iron hell. All I know was that it wasn't very long.
At least once daily, sometimes twice, he would make sure I knew what I was. His pet. He even turned my pack into…into an accessory. It just hung limply on my back like some…dead beetle-leech, simply keeping me alive. All my weapons were gone though.
Other days he would crawl by my hell like the worm he was and whisper to me horrid nothings. Reminding me, making sure I constantly knew I would never be able to leave him. That I was his forever.
There were also days where if he was in a bad mood, he would check to see if I was gripping the bars. If I was he would hit them with a rulerstick until I either let go or my fingers broke. I'm proud to say that I never once let go.
One day though…he let me out.
" You look sickly." He had said, disgusted, ' Stretch a little. I'm putting you back in there in an hour. Don't even think of trying the doors or windows either."
I didn't. I had seen him lock them. He never put me back in that cage after that either. He did make me wear a collar though. I hated that almost as much as the cage. He had tackled me down and forced the retched thing on me. If my pack had been working, he wouldn't have dared.
It was tight and really itchy. He had put his own dog tag on it too. ZIM--Property of Dib Membrane. I hated it.
I didn't complain after the first day though. The first day I was thrown against the wall and he'd threatened to put me in my hell again. It had worked. I never wanted to go back in that box again.
He let me walk around the apartment as I pleased now. I now had access to windows. Not that I could escape. Without my pack, I wasn't strong enough to both break through the glass and jump down four floors.
The world had changed a lot in two years. 'Hell' would be an accurate description. Human-devil-beasts lurking in the street, feeding off of whatever they could, including each other, with new arrivals everyday. Somehow, even with that, the population had decreased tenfold.
Another race of aliens invaded just before I was caught. They destroyed anything they could find and left. Cowards. All it was was a bloody rampage. The sad part was, it didn't end after the aliens left. All that was left was nothing and people would do anything to obtain that sweet nothing, even kill.
That's when Dib caught me. I'd been hit by something; I don't even remember what. It was probably a piece of a falling building. He had just taken me and ran. There was no elaborate battle sequence. Just more cowardice.
Once aliens had discovered Earth (other than me of course), they came constantly. There was a big group of dirt-humans though, that were making sure no aliens ever stayed. They loved picking on the humans though, so even those that survived came back for more.
Of course, Dib was a part of it. I'll bet he never told them he keeps a pet alien at home.
It's funny how someone can change so much and still be exactly the same as they were before. Dib had gotten exactly what he had always wanted. Somehow, even though his precious home, family, and lab equipment had all been destroyed years ago, he had still gotten exactly what he wanted in the end.
That asshole.
After all, what had I gotten? Nothing. I lost everything. My base. GIR. All methods of transport back home. They were all gone. I had to admit, I missed that malfunctional little thing sometimes.
Eventually…Dib took the collar off me. It had taken me by surprise. He assured me, of course, that I still could never leave. Infact, he slammed me into the wall, just to make sure of that.
After that day though, he had become more…civil somehow. He would talk to me, show me his research, and even let me have some new clothes. After eight years of living among the filthy stink-beasts, Earth's gravity has begun to affect me somewhat. I had actually gotten taller. Now I am only about a half foot shorter than the Dib-human (who is exceptionally tall for an Earth boy. Or at least I thought so).
He would even leave the apartment for long periods of time, trusting me to be alone. I knew he locked the doors. I knew the windows were sealed. I knew I had no hope left in me at all at this point. Two years is a damn long time.
When he would leave, I would do some exploration. Usually though, I would just wind up reading one of his books. Most of them were his own, handwritten onto blank pages, notes on…everything. On me. On Earth's new atmosphere. On other aliens. Anything he could think of, it seemed. When he got bored, he would even doodle Bigfoot and the Loch Ness Beast around the edges.
Of course he other books too. Mostly inferior Science books that were useless before and useless now. He only had a couple of other books. Infact, I think the first book I had read was…argh…I can't even think of the title. It was something stupid like Jeter Dan or something…decent story though.
Most of the time I was left just thinking. Just mind wandering, stupid thinking. Mostly about possible explanations for Dib's strange behavior.
One day when he came home from wherever the hell he goes, I noticed he didn't stop to unlock the door.
" Oops," He said with a smirk. " I guess I forgot."
Of course, it was both locked and bolted the next day when I tried. Curse you Dib.
(A/N: Ah…haven't written a Zim fic in a while. I like this one too. The next chapter will be up soon. Infact, I already have it written, I'm just putting this one up as a teaser. So please R&R and let me know what you think. )