"Hey masta?"
"Mmmh?"
"Why is our housey-house green?"
From inside the kitchen, G.I.R. heard a small groan in the living area. "G.I.R., how many times must I say it? First, this is no home, as humans refer to the square places as. This is our base!..." Zim paused for a minute, as if thinking. "And it's green because I chose green."
"Ohhhhh." The tiny robot murmured. But there was only a moment of silence before G.I.R. asked another question. "Why did masta choose green?"
On the couch, Zim shrugged, obviously annoyed at his always curious S.I.R. "How should I know? Green is good. End of discussion. Go away G.I.R."
"But I'm bored!" The S.I.R. protested.
"Then look for a creature dumber than you. Maybe then you'll have a friend." With that, Zim turned on the TV, turning his back on G.I.R.
"Hmmph!" G.I.R. huffed, crossing his arms over his dog-suited chest. He marched out of the kitchen, past Zim in the living area, and opened the door to the outside world that was a bit alien to him. Although G.I.R. had grown to love Earth, with its toys, foods, and colors, it could still be rather overwhelming. And whenever he asked Zim about it, Zim just said 'Eh. Who cares?'
Sulkily, G.I.R. slammed the door to the base and took a seat on the fake grass surrounding the area. Cupping his hands around his mouth, G.I.R. did the thing he did every time he felt bad about something.
"I WANT A WEENIE!"
And with that, a median sized spacecraft crashed in front of him, landing with a loud BAM!
Smoke instantly clouded everywhere, with a fire surrounding the broken spacecraft. Chunks of metal, glass, and strange materials covered Zim's eerie front yard. And G.I.R. stood in front of it all, no more than four feet away from the mysterious vehicle, not even appearing shocked.
Zim rushed outside as soon as he heard the noise. He looked quite vexed. "G.I.R.?! Was that you?! Zim had told you before about making too much noise!..." When Zim laid eyes on the smashed vehicle, his face turned a lighter shade of green, and a worried expression overtook his angry one.
"G.I.R.? Did you do this? Answer Zim!" Zim half yelled, trying to appear in control. But his yell came out as a pathetic sounding squeak.
For a moment, all G.I.R. could do was stare, looking at the wreckage with big, blue eyes, analyzing it carefully. Suddenly, he sprang into the mess, scavenging around in it all, almost as if he were looking for something. This went on for a while, and Zim just glanced from G.I.R. to the catastrophe that went on around him.
And among the fire's flames, and razor sharp materials in the small robot's way, the small S.I.R. arose from the pile, holding something to the sunlight. Not a single scratch was visible on G.I.R., which in the midst of it all, Zim found rather impressive. But what the computerized being held up was far more interesting.
A single weenie. Not crushed, or singed, with a female irken clutching it tightly. Zim squinted, trying to recognize the girl G.I.R. had just pulled up. Unfortunately, ashes kept getting in Zim's unprotected eyes, making it practically impossible to see.
"I LOVE YOO MAGICAL FORCES IN THE SKY! THANK YOO FOR TEH WEENIE!" G.I.R. screamed.
And right at that moment, Zim realized who the girl was.
hello there :3
if you are actually reading the authors notes, then consider yourself awesome. no one reads them anymore. I know I don't...
can you guess who the girl is...?
(sorry the first chapter is so short. I'm new at this whole Fanfiction thingy.)