It's the day before Halloween, and the whole skool was abuzz. What they were going to wear, what they were going to do over break, how the entire human race was doomed…wait, what?
"Doom will rain down on all of your filthy child-heads, so you won't doom the planet further." Miss Bitters droned on about how everyone was going to die. Dib was doodling yet another picture of himself laughing at the unveiled Zim behind glass. Sighing, he crumpled it up, tossing at the alien himself. Zim was writing something in his notebook-Dib could see the caption 'flesh eating weasels.' Zim swung his head around at the paper, snatching it up.
"Who dares throw paper at the amazingness that is ZIM!" Dib only ripped out another sheet of paper, writing a few words.
'You're dead meat, space boy. I'm just waiting for your slip up…" The young paranormal investigator crumpled that up too, tossing it at the infuriated alien. Zim was whipping his head around crazily, his bad elvis wig drooping down, almost revealing his antenna. A sudden image flashed through Dib's large head-of him at age 28, destroying the Armada almost singlehandedly.
That was the best revenge ever…it was just a stupid muffin! Dib was jolted out of his thoughts by the high pitched skool bell. All the other kids leapt up, racing for the door, ready to consume the vile substances known as 'lunch.' As usual, Dib was the last one in the room. In no hurry to go to the cafeteria, he passed Zim's desk extra slowly, peeking at his notebook. It was mostly gibberish, half in English, half in the odd squiggly lines Dib recognized as Irken. The few words he recognized were doom, robots, and-his heart leapt-his own name. Several times, in fact. However, his name was always next to the Irken symbol for doom. Curious, he looked around-Miss. Bitters had disappeared, so he was alone. Taking one last sweeping glance, he snatched the notebook, hoping to interpret more of the symbols. Tucking it into his backpack, the boy headed towards the cafeteria, the area where his unpopularity was even more obvious. Settling down to Gaz on her Gameslave 3, he pulled out a magazine.
"Crop Circles Magazine…remember those sleep cuffs? I wish they still made them..." Dib griped to Gaz, who didn't even look up.
"You're in my light." Dib shifted over, turning his head to his usual lunchtime occupation-staring at Zim. As usual, he was poking his lunch with a disgusted look on his face. Not that Dib would be doing much different-even if Zim wasn't an alien, just tasting the slop was enough to make him turn green. Shrugging, Dib closed his magazine, looking at the cover. This month was a Bigfoot picture, taken in the woods a few blocks from the school, but that wasn't what caught Dib's attention. The date was October 29, and he'd gotten it new yesterday, meaning it was now one day before his thirteenth birthday. He remembered last year-that horrible nightmare world, along with being put in the crazy house for boys. The sad part was, that was one of his better birthdays. Usually, his dad was either gone or working experiments on him. In fact, Dib couldn't remember a time someone remembered his birthday, except for him. He pulled out a sack lunch-it was Gaz's week to make lunch. Today, it was ham with gummy worms and pizza grease. No doubt from Bloatys… Shuddering, Dib took a small experimental bite-not that bad… I've had worse… As Dib finished the oily sandwich, He noticed Zim getting up, walking over to dump his tray. I wonder why he even bothers buying lunch…he never eats any of it… sighing heavily, He was dumping his sack-still dripping with grease-in the trash, when he had an idea.
I must be crazy…Dib walked over to his nemesis as they left the cafeteria. Zim's Pak lights glowed brighter, causing him to turn around.
"What do you want today, Dib-monkey?" Dib had never felt nervous like this, and he knew he must be going crazy. Tracing the tile on the floor with the toe of his foot, his hands laced behind his back, he finally spoke after Zim looked at him impatiently, tapping his foot, arms crossed.
"Do you want to come to my house tommorow for my birthday?" Dib said as fast he could. Zim only looked at him confused.
"What?" Dib took a deep breath.
"It's my birthday tomorrow; do you want to come to my house? You know, just a temporary truce? You're the only person I really know that I would want to come…besides Keef…" Both shuddered at the memory of the creepy kid.
"Isn't tomorrow that one holiday? The one with the candy zombies?" Zim asked, rubbing his arms across each other, as if he was cold. Dib only blinked. Wow, he still remembers that?
"Um, yeah. I always thought it was cool I was born on Halloween…actually; I was born at 12:01, the first minute of the day. Maybe it's part of the reason I love paranormal stuff so much…anyways. Will you come? Maybe come in costume?" Zim stopped to consider, and Dib could see bits of data flashing past his eyes.
He's either checking his schedule or his training manual on how to deal with this… After about a minute, his eyes evened back out, settling back to the contacts normal black.
"I will accept your invite, earth monkey, on one condition. You will not try to expose me. If you do, I will call Gir, and lock him in duty mode again, aiming him at you." Dib nodded quickly, knowing he didn't want to deal with an actually threatening Gir.
"As long as you don't try to kill me. Oh, and can you just call me Dib? This weird insult thing is getting kind of old." Zim smiled with his pink zipper-teeth.
"Okay, Dib-human." Dib let out a big grin.
"Just Dib…" They walked outside together, surprising everyone with how close they were. When they were that close, they were usually screaming insults at each other. However, since they were at the low end of the popularity scale, they passed it off as just them being weird as usual. Zim was telling Dib about why he hated the humans so much, and Dib was surprised by how much he could relate.
"They turn against each other at the slightest disagreement, the leader is brought to power by every stupid person who is old enough, without checking if they are competent, and some of you humans look like whales. I could live in some of your clothes!" Dib was actually laughing.
"Yea, I see your point. Really, I don't know why I even bother protecting the human race. They're so stupid; they can't see something right in front of them!" Zim had moved on to some of his experiences since he'd landed on earth.
"And they took the mighty ZIM hostage, claiming I was human! My disguise was so brilliant, it even fooled aliens!" Dib was on the ground now, laughing harder than he had in a long time.
"I remember those guys! They took me too, claiming that I was weasel!" Zim started chuckling, and Dib looked up at the sound. He's heard the Irken laugh before-usually at him-but that was always in victory. This was different-he was laughing with Dib. It felt good to be laughing with someone, rather than being laughed at. Zim spoke, his words mirroring Dib's thoughts.
"I'm short on my planet, so I was a bit of a laughingstock. It feels good to be laughing with someone, rather than being laughed at…" Dib shrugged, a thought passing across his mind.
"Maybe we're more alike than different…"
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I will continue this; I just needed a little break from my Negative Sonic story. I tried to keep them both as close in character as I could, but forgive little OOC. Anyways, rate and review please! My first Zim ff! (Yes, it might sound like it, but this is NOT Zadr. Never will be. Just Zadf!)
