Church of Zim
-Part One: Gremlins-
It was a fairly normal day. The sun came up. Birds sang. A green puppy ran out of a house, ran in a circle, then ran back inside. A young boy hid in the bushes across the street from said house, looking for a way inside.
He was nearly flattened when an SUV plowed into teh bushes next to him, missing the driveway by several yards.
An old woman, bent with age, got out of the drivers seat. She looked around, her eyes mere slits, before speaking.
"WHAT HAPPENED TO THE HOUSE?"
"It's a few yards to our left, Grandma." another female voice was heard from inside the car. "Where the moving van is parked."
"I DON'T SEE IT!" the old woman shouted.
There was a sigh from the girl. "I'll take you there.
The back door of the car opened and out stepped a young girl. Her glasses gleamed in the early morning sun, and her trench coat flapped aside in the breeze, revealing a red shirt with a neutral smiley face on it. She took her grandmother's arm and led her to the house.
'Wow.' the boy, who was still cowering in the bushes, thought. 'She's dressed exactly like me.'
Despite all the reasons not to, he followed them. The grandmother was now inside, but the girl was standing next to the van, explaining to the movers why the front yard was not the best place to put a bath tub. He watched her for a few moments, until she tired of yelling and turned to face him, jumping a bit at his presence.
"Who are you?" she asked, a bit suspicious.
The boy stared for a few seconds before stuttering out a feeble "Hi."
The girl shook her head. "I guess you're one of our new neighbors. I'm Dat." she extended her hand.
The boy gaped another second before taking her hand and shaking. "I'm Dib... and actually, I live across town."
She dropped her hand rather quickly hearing that. "Then why are you here? It's six in the morning!"
Dib debated wether or not to tell her about his constant surveillance on Zim, but decided against it. But, after realizing that he had no other excuse to be there, he relented.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." There, that settled it.
"Try me." Dat challenged, becoming a bit braver. "I've had some run ins with things even my grandmother won't believe, and she thinks there were grmlins in our toilet... that's why we moved in the first place."
Dib stared at her a few seconds before, once again, relenting. "The guy who lives across the street is an alien and I'm trying to find a break in his defenses so I can sneak in and prove it to the world."
Dat raised an eyebrow. "Of course he is." she said in a tone that said nothing but 'you're completely off your rocker.'
"It's true!" Dib defended. "See those lawn gnomes? They're robots that shoot lazers!"
Dat stared at him in disbelief for a few seconds before looking at Zims house. Then, she looked at Dib again, then back to the house. "Why is there a men's room sign on the door?" she inquired, a hint of doubt in her voice.
Dib smiled to himself. "He's clueless to how to hact like an earthling. You should see his parents."
As if on cue, Zim's door burst open, and out he walked, his robot parents wheeled closely behind him and Girl tagging along, pausing every now and then to run in a circle. The odd group quickly crossed the street and headed to Dat and Dib, not even noticing when a car swerved to avoid GIR and smashed into a tree. Zim strode right up to Dat and looked her coldly in the eye. Dat's gaze grew even colder then his, and she glared right back at him.
"Hello fellow earth monkey." Zim growled. "May I ask why you are here?"
Dat loooked past him to the robot parents, her eyes slightly slit. "May I ask why your parents have wheels instead of legs?
Zim whirled around and stared at the robots behind him. "GIR! I told you to keep them inside!" he screamed angrily to his 'dog'.
Gir paused mid circle long enough to screal "I'M ALL DIZZY!" before continuing.
Dat glanced over to Dib with a look that clearly said 'is this for real?' Dib nodded.
Zim seemed to be in a fierce argument with his 'parents' before they wheeled backwards, across the street and back into the house, not bothering to open the door before doing so. Zim cringed before turning to Dat once again.
"I ask you again, fellow worm baby, why are you here? And why are you talking to this ball of... of... something nasty!" Zim was in a rage, and thrust a finger at Dib, jabbing him in the stomach and causing him to fall onto the grass.
Dat calmly met Zim's eyes. "My grandmother and I are going to live here, and Dib was kind enough to welcome us."
Zim took a moment to absorb this before posing another question. "Why do you not live where you came from?"
Dat raised an eyebrow, a bit thrown off by the odd manner of speech. "There are no gremlins here."
This time, Zim was a bit put off, and he stalked back to his house, grabbing GIR by the tail and dragging him along. He stepped through the robot-shaped holes that were now in his door, but then opened and slammed the door from the inside, just for effect.
Dat turned to Dib, who had gotten off the ground. "So, that's the real live alien, huh?"
Dib nodded.
Dat smiled at him and put her arm around his shoulders. "Dib, I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship."
-End part one-
This was written at 3 in the morning, of course it's odd. I'm sad to say that i have gotten rusty on my Zim-speak due to the lack of play it's getting, so I don't have the best dialogue. You can hate it, you can love it, I really don't care. Just tell me what you think.
-A Cat
-Part One: Gremlins-
It was a fairly normal day. The sun came up. Birds sang. A green puppy ran out of a house, ran in a circle, then ran back inside. A young boy hid in the bushes across the street from said house, looking for a way inside.
He was nearly flattened when an SUV plowed into teh bushes next to him, missing the driveway by several yards.
An old woman, bent with age, got out of the drivers seat. She looked around, her eyes mere slits, before speaking.
"WHAT HAPPENED TO THE HOUSE?"
"It's a few yards to our left, Grandma." another female voice was heard from inside the car. "Where the moving van is parked."
"I DON'T SEE IT!" the old woman shouted.
There was a sigh from the girl. "I'll take you there.
The back door of the car opened and out stepped a young girl. Her glasses gleamed in the early morning sun, and her trench coat flapped aside in the breeze, revealing a red shirt with a neutral smiley face on it. She took her grandmother's arm and led her to the house.
'Wow.' the boy, who was still cowering in the bushes, thought. 'She's dressed exactly like me.'
Despite all the reasons not to, he followed them. The grandmother was now inside, but the girl was standing next to the van, explaining to the movers why the front yard was not the best place to put a bath tub. He watched her for a few moments, until she tired of yelling and turned to face him, jumping a bit at his presence.
"Who are you?" she asked, a bit suspicious.
The boy stared for a few seconds before stuttering out a feeble "Hi."
The girl shook her head. "I guess you're one of our new neighbors. I'm Dat." she extended her hand.
The boy gaped another second before taking her hand and shaking. "I'm Dib... and actually, I live across town."
She dropped her hand rather quickly hearing that. "Then why are you here? It's six in the morning!"
Dib debated wether or not to tell her about his constant surveillance on Zim, but decided against it. But, after realizing that he had no other excuse to be there, he relented.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." There, that settled it.
"Try me." Dat challenged, becoming a bit braver. "I've had some run ins with things even my grandmother won't believe, and she thinks there were grmlins in our toilet... that's why we moved in the first place."
Dib stared at her a few seconds before, once again, relenting. "The guy who lives across the street is an alien and I'm trying to find a break in his defenses so I can sneak in and prove it to the world."
Dat raised an eyebrow. "Of course he is." she said in a tone that said nothing but 'you're completely off your rocker.'
"It's true!" Dib defended. "See those lawn gnomes? They're robots that shoot lazers!"
Dat stared at him in disbelief for a few seconds before looking at Zims house. Then, she looked at Dib again, then back to the house. "Why is there a men's room sign on the door?" she inquired, a hint of doubt in her voice.
Dib smiled to himself. "He's clueless to how to hact like an earthling. You should see his parents."
As if on cue, Zim's door burst open, and out he walked, his robot parents wheeled closely behind him and Girl tagging along, pausing every now and then to run in a circle. The odd group quickly crossed the street and headed to Dat and Dib, not even noticing when a car swerved to avoid GIR and smashed into a tree. Zim strode right up to Dat and looked her coldly in the eye. Dat's gaze grew even colder then his, and she glared right back at him.
"Hello fellow earth monkey." Zim growled. "May I ask why you are here?"
Dat loooked past him to the robot parents, her eyes slightly slit. "May I ask why your parents have wheels instead of legs?
Zim whirled around and stared at the robots behind him. "GIR! I told you to keep them inside!" he screamed angrily to his 'dog'.
Gir paused mid circle long enough to screal "I'M ALL DIZZY!" before continuing.
Dat glanced over to Dib with a look that clearly said 'is this for real?' Dib nodded.
Zim seemed to be in a fierce argument with his 'parents' before they wheeled backwards, across the street and back into the house, not bothering to open the door before doing so. Zim cringed before turning to Dat once again.
"I ask you again, fellow worm baby, why are you here? And why are you talking to this ball of... of... something nasty!" Zim was in a rage, and thrust a finger at Dib, jabbing him in the stomach and causing him to fall onto the grass.
Dat calmly met Zim's eyes. "My grandmother and I are going to live here, and Dib was kind enough to welcome us."
Zim took a moment to absorb this before posing another question. "Why do you not live where you came from?"
Dat raised an eyebrow, a bit thrown off by the odd manner of speech. "There are no gremlins here."
This time, Zim was a bit put off, and he stalked back to his house, grabbing GIR by the tail and dragging him along. He stepped through the robot-shaped holes that were now in his door, but then opened and slammed the door from the inside, just for effect.
Dat turned to Dib, who had gotten off the ground. "So, that's the real live alien, huh?"
Dib nodded.
Dat smiled at him and put her arm around his shoulders. "Dib, I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship."
-End part one-
This was written at 3 in the morning, of course it's odd. I'm sad to say that i have gotten rusty on my Zim-speak due to the lack of play it's getting, so I don't have the best dialogue. You can hate it, you can love it, I really don't care. Just tell me what you think.
-A Cat