So this is my first story ever that I am totally confident in! I apologize again for those who were disappointed in my discontinuing of Good Enough, but I know exactly what I'm going to do in this story. For this story I'm not going to reply to every review like I didlast time. But hopefully this story makes up for what I had to do with Good Enough. This is a ZADRF story. Now, my ZADRF usually has a few different types. Usually it's unintentional ZADR or I give my readers the choice if this should be a ZADR or ZADF. I don't mind writing either one. So in this story I am going to let you guys choose between ZADR and ZADF, and I'll let you know what chapter is the deadline for all the voting.
Hope you guys like this. Oh and the title may change. Just saying.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN INVADER ZIM.
Prologue:
It was drawing near sunset, the usual pale orange one in the Invader Zim world that never glows or mixes beautifully with purple or red. It reflected its color through the giant window of Ms. Bitters' classroom and onto the young, bored faces of students. Now, just incase you wouldn't know, classes don't normally go on in the evening, but there's an intense situation happening here.
"Now students, if anyone else decides to give me a migrain, I can simply take the next step and instruct your parents to do the same here," a displeased Ms. Bitters' informs her pupils through gritted teeth.
"So do we get to go home yet?" a squeaky voiced student dares to ask.
"No."
That simple word sent off a wave of restless groans, and one kid crumbled in his seat with a hand to his face. "I swear I'll kick those moron's butts if it's the last thing I do!" he hisses to no one in particular.
"I know," one kid decides to answer, and it's clear he's been half asleep for a while.
Another kid wipes some dry drool off his face and sends a glare to Zim and Dib who are in the front of the classroom, each in a stray jacket and gagged with a cloth, courtesy of Ms. Bitters.
"If it's Zim and Dib's fault then why do we have to suffer?" a girl named Zita whined.
Ms. Bitters' eyes narrow coldly. "Because this will stop those others from daring to get in such a fight." And it was true—Zim and Dib had had one of their roughest tangles right in front of the classroom. It wasn't much of a big deal because the class has seen them get in a few physical fights already, but then their rumble had somehow rolled right onto Ms. Bitters' desk and, well, let's just say things didn't go great from there.
Zim and Dib exchanged a guilty glance to each other, and the kids that weren't asleep groaned again. Why couldn't Ms. Bitters see they've learned their lesson already?
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Ms. Bitters finally let the class go when night began to fall. Everyone had to walk home in the uncomfortable darkness. Zim and Dib were unstrapped from the tight stray jackets and allowed to cough out the cloths. Ms. Bitters lectured them a bit before they could leave, though.
The two boys walked out of the school in silence. When they reached the sidewalk, Dib spoke up.
"Hey, Zim?"
Zim raised an invisible eyebrow, resisting a necessary glare.
"T-Truce?" Dib offered. They both stopped and Dib extended his hand.
Zim shot the appendage a confused look and stared at it for some time. "What is this truce you speak of, human?" He used the word as if it were foreign.
Dib's hand shied back a bit. "Oh, well, it's when enemies decide to put off fights temporarily, I guess," he explains.
"Why?"
Dib shrugged. "I don't want to fight...for a little while at least, until Ms. Bitters cools down."
Zim considered this for a moment, shuddering at the memory of the day's events, then he extended his hand. "Alright then, Earthling. Truce...for now, at least." He made sure to add the last part in a dark tone.
The two boys shook hands before going their seperate ways. Zim chuckled to himself as if the whole thing had actually been amusing to him. "Humans and their pathetic truces. It is obvious who the superior race is!" he said to himself.
Zim walked the rest of the way home in silence, having not much else to talk to himself about. He whistled a tune with eyes half-lidded as he marched up to his green and pink house and opened the door. Suddenly something with metal claws grabbed him tight around his squeadily-spooch and Zim nearly turned purple trying to gasp for air. His eyes were forced to stare at the thing's chest and then he knew who it was.
"Welcome home, son!" a man's voice said.
"We sure missed yooouuuu!" This one sounded like a deranged woman.
"Roboparents!" Zim exclaimed and strained to stare up at said robots.
Robodad put him down and patted his head a bit too hard. "We missed you too!" he said in a mushy voice. But then he started to glare down, suddenly mad, at the frightened Irken. "YOU STILL HAVEN'T RECEIVED PUNISHMENT FOR WHAT YOU DID!" A few sparks bounced off the robot's head, and Zim knew he was malfunctioning again.
Robomom caught Zim around his forehead and held him still for Robodad, who was starting to approach.
"N-No! Gir, where are you? Help me Gir!" Zim yelled for his SIR unit but found no reply. So instead, he tried slipping his way out of Robomom's arms. It wasn't so surprising when he succeeded since the roboparents aren't very bright to begin with.
Without thinking, Zim ran out the still open front door and slammed it shut before bolting across the street. He cursed under his breath for not trying to escape to his lab instead, but the front door had been the nearest exit. Now he doesn't have anything to go and face them again. But maybe if he took a walk, they'd give up and go into sleep mode or something. After all, they had malfunctioned worse before...
Zim sighed and started his walk around the block. He glanced around at all the different humans. There were all those dizzy looking ones with bottles and men wearing strange black clothing that usually came out at night. Zim didn't know too much, though, so maybe this would be a good time to observe some things. But a few minutes into his walk, Zim picked up strange noises coming from an alley nearby. He rushed over to investigate, using caution as he peeked around an old dumpster. The first thing he noticed was the strong wreak of blood, stronger than the smell of the dumpster. His antennas would have flinched, but then he nearly jumped as a group of rough looking boys ran right past him. They were laughing.
"Huh?" Zim glanced at the gang of about five and then back at where the scent of blood was coming from. Now we all know normal humans can't smell blood, but Zim being an Irken gives him much higher strength in senses, and that blood was really making his antennas go crazy. The disgusted green boy couldn't have turned greener as he approached the scene. When he could finally make out the person, however, his senses seemed to fly right off the scale and were replaced with disbelieving shock. The person in the blood bath...the boy...was Dib. He was laying face to the concrete, showing no sign of movement. Zim bent down, careful to keep his knees out of the blood and gently turned him over. He gasped with wide eyes at Dib's beat up face. He had numerous cuts and bruises, and his glasses were shattered in the puddle of blood around him. Zim could only stare down at him in shock and disgust.
"Ugh..." Dib groaned, opening his beautiful golden eyes a little. Zim realized how different he looked without his glasses. Dib lifted a shaking hand and attempted to reach to grip Zim's arm, but failed. So instead he laid his hand on top of Zim's. "Zim..." he croaked out the Irken's name.
Zim was still speechless though, and he couldn't reply. He could only remain frozen as he continued to hold Dib's head.
Dib parted his lips and tried to say something more, but his eyes slid shut again as his body went limp and his hand slid off of Zim's.
"D-Dib?" Zim whispered, still possessed with shock. When Dib didn't reply, Zim tried again with a louder voice. "Dib!" Again, there was no respones, so Zim became frantic and bent down to listen in Dib's chest for a human heartbeat, as he had learned in a health class at school. But there was no breath...and no heart beat.
Dib was gone.
Pleeeaasse don't let the character death make you not want to read this! Believe me this is not a suspense or tragedy or anything ok? I personally hate stories with character death so just trust me, Dib is still in this plenty.
Let's go for about 6 reviews maybe? That's how much I got for the first chapter of Good Enough. And please let me know if this story sucks and I need to get rid of it before I make a big mess. But please don't be rude -_- ! Thx everyone!
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