It's not the end of the world

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Setting: A few years on. Dib and Zim 16 and out of school, but work at the same place. Tak also lives nearby.

Chapter 1

(Dib's point of view)

"YOU'RE LYING!" shouted Zim.

"I'm not! Honestly! I just wanted to know if you'd come round my place for dinner tomorrow. Jeez!" I protested. He's such a jerk sometimes!

"Hmm... Zim accepts. But if your DISGUSTING Earth food poisons me, you're dead!" Zim said, walking out of the grocery store where they worked. I looked at my Mysterious Mysteries watch, sighed with relief at my shift being over, and followed Zim. "I hate that job..." I muttered under my breath. But then, what about Zim? I thought. He's only doing this job to appear normal. This job is just part of his disguise. Still, why'd he have to choose the same store? It only ever brings on arguements! If he keeps this up I'll be fired by Friday! Oh well, I hate this job anyway. But I do need it... for the *thing*.

(Zim's point of view)

As I approached my base, I remembered what day it was... Wednesday... What on Irk would GIR be up to this time? Wednesday is his *special* day... Crap. I opened the door, took in a deep breath and saw... An empty front room? And a CLEAN kitchen? What the hell was going on? And where the hell is G-

"SURPRISE! I MADE BISCUITS!" GIR screeched at the top of his robotic lungs, jumping on me.

"GIR! Get OFF me! That's on order!" I bellowed.

"Oh... I like jumping on your head." GIR said as he reluctantly climed down. Grrr... Why is that robot never obedient? Although by now he is practically obsolete... Maybe I should request a new one from the tallest? No... Not after all they've done to me.

"Computer! Take me down to the lab!" I commanded, stepping on the panel in the kitchen floor. The panel dropped down and I was thrown out violently.

"OW! Son of a BITCH!" I screamed loudly.

"Apologies Master. I was preoccupied with the door." the computer stated. The door? Who's at the door? I commanded to computer to take me back up to the door, and activated the one-way window. There was... the Dib-Monkey? What did he want now? Reluctantly I opened the door.

(DPOV)

I shuffled nervously from foot to foot. God, I feel like a schoolgirl waiting for her crush! Though I suppose that IS kind of the situation... Except I'm not a girl. I wonder if Zim will answer the question? The door was flung open in my face, cutting my daydreams short.

" Dib-Monkey! What do YOU want? Zim is busy!" Zim shouted quickly.

" Ah... I... Uh.. Just wanted to know if Invaders have birthdays? And if so, when's yours?" I stammered.

"BIRTHday? Zim is unfamiliar with this BIRTHday you talk ab- OH! You mean my PAKday! That is tomorrow. Why would you be interested, PITIFUL HUMAN?" Zim answered.

" Oh! Um... No reason!" I said quickly and ran off in the direction of my house. Tomorrow! Such short notice! Luckily I know JUST what to give him... I rushed home to get the present...

(ZPOV)

Dib rushed off, leaving me standing alone. I slowly closed the door, and tried to figure out the meaning of that short conversation. Yes, tomorrow I would be 17 Earth years... Before Dib! Victory is mine! Tomorrow is my glorious PAK day, the day I was removed from that horrible growth cyclinder and was given a PAK. I wonder what GIR will get me this year... last year it was homemade tacos, the year before a stuffed monkey, and the year before that... Well, GIR was broken then, so nothing. I TOLD him not to take a soda-bath. Idiot. Hm... that reminds me. Maybe I should find out when the Dib-human has HIS birthday? Zim shall..."phone" him?

"GIR! Bring me the phone!" I ordered.

"YES,MY MASTER!" GIR answered, reverting to his red persona. As he handed me the phone, I realised I didn't know Dib's number... Shit!

"Computer! Find out Dib's phone number and dial it!" I commanded. The computer did so. RING RING. RING RING. RING R-

"Hello? Who is it?" Dib answered cautiously.

"It is I, almighty Irken ZIM! Dib-monkey, when is YOUR birth...day? As you call it. It is needed purely for research purposes! Not because I like you. Definitely not! ZIM LIKES NO-ONE!" I gabbled, slightly incoherently.

"Mine? Uh..." he paused, "Next week. Exactly. So next Wednesday. What research would you need this for anyway? Are you still trying to blow up the Earth?" Dib laughed.

"SHUT UP YOU STUPID, P-I-T-I-F-U-L HUMAN!" I screamed, and hung up. I WILL destroy the Earth! Then who'll be laughing? ZIM! I laughed manically, my signature laugh.

"Z-i-m?" GIR whined.

I sighed hard. "What NOW, GIR? Can't you see I'm busy?"

"But you're just drawing pictures of you and Dib holding hands and smiling! With LEEETLE HEARTS!" GIR replied. I looked down quickly at the Irken drawing pad I was using. Ak! He was right! I quickly erased them. After all, Zim needs no-one! Though the Dib-Monkey WAS quite good-looking... for a human stink-baby. But I certainly don't LOVE him! ...Do I?

Thanks for reading! More tomorrow!

SO glad this chapter is finally done! It took a while but I can't wait to do the next one. I should be uploading about a chapter a day, maybe two if I'm feeling adventurous XD! Remember, this IS only the work of an 11 year old, so sorry if there's any mistakes or anything incorrect. Gomenasai! Any comments or reviews are appreciated :3.