Arm: Hiya everyone! Here we are, getting our Zim fanfic out in the IZ realm!
Leg: We warned you all! Once we started reviewing stories, we knew would have to add our own creative genius. This is going to end up as a Zim + Dib fanfic… It's just going to take a while. WE'LL MAKE YOU NON-BELIEVERS BELIEVE IN THAT COUPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Arm: Leg, you're scaring me…. If it looks like we copied off of anyone in anyway, we did not, but we basically had the same ideas as someone else, and we're still going to post this because that's just the way we are. So if you are offended, and want us to take down our first Zim fanfic (God help us! I don't wanna take down my first Zim fic!), we will.
Leg: Our disclaimer is this: If we owned it, we wouldn't be writing fanfiction, now would we? Oh, and this is going to be a multi-chaptered fic, and we have sub-titles for each part so far, but we don't have an over-all title. (Isn't that sad?)
Untitled: Chapter One: The Horrible News
Zim stared at his computer, or, more specifically, the email on his computer screen. Zim sighed for about the fiftieth time that night.
"What's wrong, Master?" Gir asked as he walked into the lab with a candy bar in his hand.
"Nothing, Gir, it's just that I'm a little stressed out," Zim answered, not at all acting like himself.
"Oh," Gir replied, not at all understanding. He placed his candy bar next to Zim. "Here, you can have it," Gir told Zim, and then he walked off to watch the Scary Monkey Show.
Zim stared at the human snack. He contemplated eating it, but thought better of the action. The last time he ate chocolate, he was so hyper that he almost admitted he was an alien to the whole world. (Leg: We are going to write a fic on that incident, just to let you know.)
Zim sighed, and remembered the email. 'How could this happen?' Zim asked himself as he reread the email. 'How come I didn't see this coming? The Almighty Tallest only sent me here to get rid of me? They don't want me around?'
Zim sighed again and closed out the email he had received from his only friend. He didn't want to believe what Jazz had said, but Jazz was Red and Purple's second in command. The words of the email kept on running their course through Zim's mind. For the first time in his life, Zim was depressed.
The next morning Zim got ready for 'skool,' not really concentrating on putting on his human disguise. His contacts were messed up and his hair was on backwards. His computer stopped him and fixed him up so that he wouldn't have to explain to any human's what was wrong with his appearance.
Zim walked to skool, either not caring that Dib was following him, or he didn't notice him for once. Dib thought that it was strange, for Zim not acknowledge him like that. He watched as Zim continued walking, not even looking up from the sidewalk. Not that he cared that Zim didn't notice him…. Or did he? Dib shook his head and continued in following Zim.
'He looks upset about something…' Dib noted as he caught a glimpse of Zim's facial expression. "Hey, Zim," Dib called out. Zim turned to the voice and narrowed his eyes at the inferior human.
"What do you want, Dib?" Zim asked, halfheartedly stressing Dib's name. He skillfully hid his depression from Dib; he didn't want a pitiful human worrying about him, and Irken Invader. He inwardly blanched at that, he wasn't going to be an Invader much longer if Jazz was right.
"Is something wrong, Zim? What, did you finally realize that you can't take over the world? Did you realize that in another battle of wits between the two of us you would lose?" Dib asked, stepping back into his normal disposition. He watched Zim's facial expression change from slight annoyance to anger.
Zim could only glare at Dib, and balled his hands into fists. Then the image of the email replayed itself in his head. The Almighty Tallest never wanted you around, Zim. I heard them talking about it last night… They only sent you to Earth in hopes of getting rid of you for good, and pretty soon they're going to tell you to stay on Earth and never come back to Irk. Zim shook his head, turned his back to Dib, and walked into skool grounds.
Dib watched this with a blank expression on his face. Zim didn't even throw a single insult back at him. That was so…un-Zim like, to walk away without saying anything like that. Even though he didn't want to, Dib was starting to worry about Zim.
Zim sat down at his desk and waited for Ms. Bitters to start ranting about how doomed the Earth was. Usually he agreed with her on that note: the Earth was going to be doomed, but today he could care less about it. He began to wonder why he hadn't noticed the fact that the Almighty Tallest didn't want him around.
Dib watched Zim's facial expression get more and more brooding from his seat down the row. 'What could be bothering him so much, so that I can use it against him?' Dib asked himself. He watched Zim place his head on the desk and sighed every few minutes.
Dib just didn't understand it. Nothing ever made Zim act like this before. Zim always got angry, but never upset or depressed. He would always try to analyze his and conquer his problems, not wallow in self-pity. Damnit, why was he worrying about Zim anyway? Zim was his enemy, his rival, and he was trying to invade Earth! Why should he worry about him?
Zim lifted his head off his desk and looked around at the clock. He cursed to himself; there was still five and a half hours of skool left. He was beginning to think that if he faked sick, he could go home. Zim flinched at that thought, and Dib noticed this.
"Zim?" Ms. Bitters asked suddenly.
"Sir!" Zim shouted without thinking as he straightened himself out and sat up.
"Are you just going to sit there all day? Move your desk so we can continue doing work!" Ms. Bitters shouted at him.
Zim tried not to glare at Ms. Bitters as he did as he was told. He wished that skool would somehow end early today. He even thought of calling Gir and having the android bust him out of this miserable building. Zim looked around at the pitiful group of human stink beasts he had to work with, and was disappointed to see that he had to work with Dib.
"Zim? Look, I don't like this team up either, but for once do you think we could…you know, get along?" Dib asked, dying all the while to throw another insult at Zim.
"Do whatever the hell you want, human," Zim replied. "Just don't talk to me."
Dib looked at Zim in disbelief. "Zim, look, I know you're depressed or upset about something, what is it?" Dib dared to ask.
"It's none of your business," Zim told him angrily. Suddenly Zim's transmitter went off. "Excuse me for a moment," he said as took out the earpiece and placed it to his ear. (Arm: He's just gotta have ears! He's just gotta!) "What is it, Gir?" he asked angrily.
"Master, the Almighty Tallest want to speak with you," Gir's voice came over the phone like contraption.
"Tell them I'm busy!" Zim nearly shouted into the phone. Dib listened in with interest.
"They want to talk to you now," Gir said in a whiny voice. "It's about the mis-sion!"
Zim sighed. "Okay, put them on the line."
"Who is it, Zim?" Dib asked quietly.
Zim chose to ignore Dib. He waited impatiently to hear Red or Purple's voice. "Hello, Red…No, I can't turn on the screen, I'm in a human facility!… What?!… You can't do that to me! I'm an Invader through and through!… Yes, I understand…. I will go and get my things as soon as I can…. I know I can't return…. Good bye, Sir, and I wish you and the other Invaders luck in Operation: Impending Doom II," Zim said into the contraption, his mood darkening all the while. He turned off the line and began to bang his head on the desk.
Dib stared; it just didn't make sense. Zim looked like as if his dreams had been shattered. He watched Zim take out a laptop and begin to type something with interest. "Zim, may I ask what that was all about?" Dib asked cautiously, knowing that Zim could blow up on him if he wanted to.
"Leave me alone, human scum," Zim muttered as he focused on the computer screen in front of him. Zim wanted to look up from the computer, to see if Dib had that look on his face that meant he was planning something, but he didn't.
"Fine, I will then," Dib stated. Zim continued typing, as if he didn't hear Dib. Suddenly Zim shut his laptop as he finished the email
"Damnit! Why couldn't I see this sooner?!" Zim cursed to himself.
Ms. Bitters hovered angrily over Zim. She shouted something at him, spitting the whole time, and drenching Zim in it.
Zim just stared up at his teacher; he could simply care less about what she was lecturing him on. He was thinking about the fact that he was banished, again. Why didn't they just shoot him when they saw him at the convention instead of humiliating him like this? He would have liked that a lot more.
"Zim?" Dib called out. "What did 'Red' have to say?" he dared to ask.
"I said leave me alone," Zim replied slowly. Even though he acted like he was angry, Dib could tell he was highly depressed.
Dib decided to back off and do all the work for his group by himself. He was a child prodigy, after all. That and he figured that Zim would want to think about what had just happened to him, whatever that may have been.
"Dib?" Zim asked suddenly. Dib was so into what he was doing he only looked up at Zim distractedly to show he was paying attention. "You can stop working now, class is over," Zim told him.
Dib blushed lightly as he put down his pencil. He figured he was so into his own thoughts that he didn't hear the bell ring. "So, Zim, do you think that you will be able to work tomorrow, or am I going to have to continue working by myself? I mean, I can do it all if you really aren't up to it, but I would like some help," Dib stated as he gathered his things. He looked up at Zim, how was now wearing a confused expression.
"I think I will be okay by tomorrow," Zim replied. "I just didn't see it coming!" Zim hissed as he punched a desk as he walked past it. "And why do you care so much about it anyway?" Zim asked finally.
Dib caught himself asking the same question. Why was he so concerned about with Zim's problems? Sure, in the beginning he was going to use it against Zim, so he could finally capture him and prove to the whole human race that Zim was an alien. But that didn't seem to be the reason now. Dib just shrugged his shoulders in response to Zim's question.
Zim suddenly said good bye as he headed off in a different direction. Dib found himself waving good bye to his rival. He didn't know why he did, but he secretly hoped that Zim was going to be acting like himself tomorrow. This 'new' Zim was someone he didn't like.
Arm: Ah, end of chapter one. Well? WELL?
Leg: Arm, relax, they will review…hopefully. C'mon people! Tell us what you think! We have got to know!
Arm: And you're telling me to relax.