Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I am merely a little puppet who writes
stuff and wishes she could've come up with them as her own. Zim and all
things invaderly belong to God; Jhonen Vasquez.
A/N: hey! My first Zim fic ever…hope it's not a complete bomb. I'll get the other chapter thingy up soon, as soon as I'm done. R/R and please! Flamers are mean, but I won't ignore your messages, as long as there's a good reason. You can't just say ''I'm Bob, I think Zim sucks and so does your story. The end.'' O_o..cuz I'll...bite you………enjoy ^^!
It was night.
I loved the night.
I loved how cool and calm and relaxing it was. I loved how I could sit on the roof and stare up at the stars and the deep oblivion that was the sky and never get tired of drawing out the shapes of constellations in the dust next to me.
The night was quiet and offered conciliation, a hiding place.
Maybe Zim liked the night as much as I did.
While I ran to the night to sit in the shadows and claim my sanity, he would retreat to God-knows-where and plot God-knows-what.
Zim.
The very name made my skin crawl and made me despise anything green or yellow, 'cause as you know, yellow is kinda like green...
I sighed unhappily and tried to push Zim far from my thoughts, but found it nearly impossible. True, he was out to ruin all our lives and herd us into eternal torment and hell on earth, but I couldn't help but respect him a little. He had given my meaningless lonely life something to chase after.
Zim.
How was I supposed to feel about that?
Suddenly, a loud but melancholic voice broke through my pondering.
''Dib, the pizza's here!''
No doubt that was Gaz, my-more-than-a-little-older-Goth sister.
At least she wasn't a cheerleader.
I sighed and stood, then dropped over the side, caught the gutter and scooted into the kitchen through the open window.
Gaz paid no attention to me as she got her pizza and walked back into the living to watch TV.
I was lucky if she even realized I existed.
At least she didn't bug me.
I walked past the open pizza box on the counter, the thought of food nauseating to me at the moment, and took a can of Poop Cola from the fridge and walked quietly to my room.
I closed the door quietly behind me and sat on my bed, sitting there unblinking with the cold soda numbing my hand.
Zim.
How come my thoughts kept coming back to him?
Had he planted some weird device on me that would drive me insane with insignificant thoughts of him?
I didn't even realize I had dropped my soda till it rolled over and hit my foot, and I blinked. Then my thoughts went back to him again.
'I wonder,' I said to myself, laying back on my soft bed. 'Does Zim ever think of me...I mean, other than fantasizing over ripping my guts out and stewing them?'
I stood and stretched for a moment and took off my shoes and trench coat and laid them neatly on the chair by my window.
Then I saw Zim.
He was standing on the sidewalk; head hung low, that idiotic green dog hugging his leg.
He looked up at the sky and I could see his chest rise in a loud sigh that I swore I almost felt...so near to me.
I wanted to open my window and say something to him, but I stood unmoving.
He leaned over slightly and patted Gir on the head and looked up, his eyes connecting with mine.
I thought he would flip out, grab Gir, and run like hell, but he just smiled weakly up at me. I smiled back and pressed my hand to the window, but Zim had already turned towards his oddly colored home and started back, dragging Gir behind him.
As I lay in bed that night, so many things clouded over my brain.
Zim had looked sad, depressed, and lost even, but he had smiled at me.
Usually he would've shook his fist and screamed about doom and we'd fight in the middle of the road under the pale moon, and as stuff would blow up and innocent rose bushes set on fire, I would be enjoying it all.
Zim.
I don't think I despise you, after all.
Whatever was wrong, I think I would make it better when I saw him next.
So in the morning I dressed and ran to his house and knocked and when Gir answered, the little robot didn't seem as perky as usual.
''Hi Gir,'' I said as kindly as possible.
The little thing squeaked a small ''hi'' but he didn't bother to smile.
''Is Zim home?'' I ventured.
''He doesn't feel well,'' Gir said as he began to close the door.
I put my hand out to stop it, concerned as ever, and it must have been on my face because the small pale blue robot looked surprised.
''Can I see him, anyway?'' I hastily asked, but tried to look composed.
Gir shrugged and moved out of the way and I walked in past him cautiously, making sure there were no hidden traps or anything.
Gir shut the door and strode to the couch and sat, but instead of the turning on the TV he just sat there and stared.
''So, uh...'' I shifted uncomfortably. ''Where's Zim?''
Gir twitched a little and blinked, as if coming out of a trance. ''He's in the secret lab place that I'm not supposed to tell anyone where it's located.''
I blinked. ''Where's that?''
''In the basement.'' Gir said absently.
I raised an eyebrow. ''How do I get to the basement?''
Gir pointed at the toilet in the kitchen and I raised an eyebrow, but decided he was right and made my way to the basement...by means of flushing myself down a toilet.
I stepped into a wide, high arching room filled with large computers and equipment and immediately knew Zim was down here somewhere.
Cautiously, I stepped through the entrance and saw him almost instantly. He was sitting in front of a large screen, staring blankly at an image of earth. I observed him; he was slumped over a little and he kept sighing sadly. After a moment or two of this, he finally caressed the image slightly with his hand, then clicked a button and the image faded slowly. He stood and turned around and our eyes met again.
As a reflex I went into a battle stance, but Zim just stood, staring at me like I was no different than a fly on the wall.
''Oh,'' he finally said, his voice faded and strained. ''It's you.''
My guard weakened and my arms dropped to my sides slowly. ''Zim?''
He shook his head slowly. ''What was I thinking?...When I actually believed I was important...'' He spoke more to himself than to me, and I was unsure whether I should comfort him or leave.
He stood silently with his head hung for a moment, then he looked at me. ''Well?'' He asked, his bright eyes now dull and glossy.
''Well what?'' I retorted, surprised he expected anything from me.
''Aren't you going to kill me? Please?''
I stood still at his request. Please? He wanted to die?
''But, Zim, I'm not...''
Before I could finish he grabbed my hand in one fluid motion that caught me off-balance, and I began to question my guard.
''Dib,'' He said, staring me in the eyes, his hold on my hand tightening and then faltering. He was going to say something more, but the words caught in the air, and there was no sound.
''Y-Yes?'' I finally ventured.
Zim let go of my hand and looked away. ''Gir and I are leaving.''
I froze, a mixture of shock and disappointment choking my throat. For a moment I was unsure whether he was being honest or just weird.
I asked him why, and his grip on my hand tightened again and he looked away, a single tear falling and disappearing before it hit the ground.
''Things happen, stink beast,'' He was fighting from bursting into tears. ''Can't we leave it at that?''
I stared at him, open mouthed, and frozen as he pushed me aside and walked away into the darkness muttering a choked goodbye after him.
Reality hit me like a load of bricks, and I snapped, running into the dark hall but getting lost quickly. All around me I could hear Zim's fleeting footsteps.
''Will you ever be back?!'' I cried into the darkness.
There was no answer...and by the time I found my way back upstairs, they were gone.
A/N: hey! My first Zim fic ever…hope it's not a complete bomb. I'll get the other chapter thingy up soon, as soon as I'm done. R/R and please! Flamers are mean, but I won't ignore your messages, as long as there's a good reason. You can't just say ''I'm Bob, I think Zim sucks and so does your story. The end.'' O_o..cuz I'll...bite you………enjoy ^^!
It was night.
I loved the night.
I loved how cool and calm and relaxing it was. I loved how I could sit on the roof and stare up at the stars and the deep oblivion that was the sky and never get tired of drawing out the shapes of constellations in the dust next to me.
The night was quiet and offered conciliation, a hiding place.
Maybe Zim liked the night as much as I did.
While I ran to the night to sit in the shadows and claim my sanity, he would retreat to God-knows-where and plot God-knows-what.
Zim.
The very name made my skin crawl and made me despise anything green or yellow, 'cause as you know, yellow is kinda like green...
I sighed unhappily and tried to push Zim far from my thoughts, but found it nearly impossible. True, he was out to ruin all our lives and herd us into eternal torment and hell on earth, but I couldn't help but respect him a little. He had given my meaningless lonely life something to chase after.
Zim.
How was I supposed to feel about that?
Suddenly, a loud but melancholic voice broke through my pondering.
''Dib, the pizza's here!''
No doubt that was Gaz, my-more-than-a-little-older-Goth sister.
At least she wasn't a cheerleader.
I sighed and stood, then dropped over the side, caught the gutter and scooted into the kitchen through the open window.
Gaz paid no attention to me as she got her pizza and walked back into the living to watch TV.
I was lucky if she even realized I existed.
At least she didn't bug me.
I walked past the open pizza box on the counter, the thought of food nauseating to me at the moment, and took a can of Poop Cola from the fridge and walked quietly to my room.
I closed the door quietly behind me and sat on my bed, sitting there unblinking with the cold soda numbing my hand.
Zim.
How come my thoughts kept coming back to him?
Had he planted some weird device on me that would drive me insane with insignificant thoughts of him?
I didn't even realize I had dropped my soda till it rolled over and hit my foot, and I blinked. Then my thoughts went back to him again.
'I wonder,' I said to myself, laying back on my soft bed. 'Does Zim ever think of me...I mean, other than fantasizing over ripping my guts out and stewing them?'
I stood and stretched for a moment and took off my shoes and trench coat and laid them neatly on the chair by my window.
Then I saw Zim.
He was standing on the sidewalk; head hung low, that idiotic green dog hugging his leg.
He looked up at the sky and I could see his chest rise in a loud sigh that I swore I almost felt...so near to me.
I wanted to open my window and say something to him, but I stood unmoving.
He leaned over slightly and patted Gir on the head and looked up, his eyes connecting with mine.
I thought he would flip out, grab Gir, and run like hell, but he just smiled weakly up at me. I smiled back and pressed my hand to the window, but Zim had already turned towards his oddly colored home and started back, dragging Gir behind him.
As I lay in bed that night, so many things clouded over my brain.
Zim had looked sad, depressed, and lost even, but he had smiled at me.
Usually he would've shook his fist and screamed about doom and we'd fight in the middle of the road under the pale moon, and as stuff would blow up and innocent rose bushes set on fire, I would be enjoying it all.
Zim.
I don't think I despise you, after all.
Whatever was wrong, I think I would make it better when I saw him next.
So in the morning I dressed and ran to his house and knocked and when Gir answered, the little robot didn't seem as perky as usual.
''Hi Gir,'' I said as kindly as possible.
The little thing squeaked a small ''hi'' but he didn't bother to smile.
''Is Zim home?'' I ventured.
''He doesn't feel well,'' Gir said as he began to close the door.
I put my hand out to stop it, concerned as ever, and it must have been on my face because the small pale blue robot looked surprised.
''Can I see him, anyway?'' I hastily asked, but tried to look composed.
Gir shrugged and moved out of the way and I walked in past him cautiously, making sure there were no hidden traps or anything.
Gir shut the door and strode to the couch and sat, but instead of the turning on the TV he just sat there and stared.
''So, uh...'' I shifted uncomfortably. ''Where's Zim?''
Gir twitched a little and blinked, as if coming out of a trance. ''He's in the secret lab place that I'm not supposed to tell anyone where it's located.''
I blinked. ''Where's that?''
''In the basement.'' Gir said absently.
I raised an eyebrow. ''How do I get to the basement?''
Gir pointed at the toilet in the kitchen and I raised an eyebrow, but decided he was right and made my way to the basement...by means of flushing myself down a toilet.
I stepped into a wide, high arching room filled with large computers and equipment and immediately knew Zim was down here somewhere.
Cautiously, I stepped through the entrance and saw him almost instantly. He was sitting in front of a large screen, staring blankly at an image of earth. I observed him; he was slumped over a little and he kept sighing sadly. After a moment or two of this, he finally caressed the image slightly with his hand, then clicked a button and the image faded slowly. He stood and turned around and our eyes met again.
As a reflex I went into a battle stance, but Zim just stood, staring at me like I was no different than a fly on the wall.
''Oh,'' he finally said, his voice faded and strained. ''It's you.''
My guard weakened and my arms dropped to my sides slowly. ''Zim?''
He shook his head slowly. ''What was I thinking?...When I actually believed I was important...'' He spoke more to himself than to me, and I was unsure whether I should comfort him or leave.
He stood silently with his head hung for a moment, then he looked at me. ''Well?'' He asked, his bright eyes now dull and glossy.
''Well what?'' I retorted, surprised he expected anything from me.
''Aren't you going to kill me? Please?''
I stood still at his request. Please? He wanted to die?
''But, Zim, I'm not...''
Before I could finish he grabbed my hand in one fluid motion that caught me off-balance, and I began to question my guard.
''Dib,'' He said, staring me in the eyes, his hold on my hand tightening and then faltering. He was going to say something more, but the words caught in the air, and there was no sound.
''Y-Yes?'' I finally ventured.
Zim let go of my hand and looked away. ''Gir and I are leaving.''
I froze, a mixture of shock and disappointment choking my throat. For a moment I was unsure whether he was being honest or just weird.
I asked him why, and his grip on my hand tightened again and he looked away, a single tear falling and disappearing before it hit the ground.
''Things happen, stink beast,'' He was fighting from bursting into tears. ''Can't we leave it at that?''
I stared at him, open mouthed, and frozen as he pushed me aside and walked away into the darkness muttering a choked goodbye after him.
Reality hit me like a load of bricks, and I snapped, running into the dark hall but getting lost quickly. All around me I could hear Zim's fleeting footsteps.
''Will you ever be back?!'' I cried into the darkness.
There was no answer...and by the time I found my way back upstairs, they were gone.