A/N: Hello everyone! This story will be pretty deep, I suppose, so do forgive me for anything that may seem OOC… I'm writing this in the summer in the hopes that I will be able to update regularly, but as I am planning to make this a rather long story, there will be some intervals (camp, vacation, the like). But we'll burn that bridge when we come to it, no? I may not even have that problem as this story may not be read much anyway, but I'll do my best on this project, loves! Whether you hate it or love it, please R&R. Thanks.
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A new day. A new day, just as the same as the rest: one full of learning nonsense, eating unsanitary foods (or perhaps passing on eating unsanitary foods), and alien-chasing.
But a new day brought forth another chance to reveal Zim's true identity.
Dib swept a hand through his scythe-like hair, these thoughts dancing around in his large head. He threw a confident smirk at the mirror as he left the closed space of his dark room, taking the stairs two by two and shouting confidently with each nimble bound of his boot-clad feet.
"This is the day! The day when I expose that wretched alien monster! Woo-hoo!"
As Dib swung his bag over his shoulder and dashed out the door, leaving his immensely annoyed sister in his wake, Professor Membrane clicked his tongue and shook his head pityingly. "You'd better follow your insane brother before he does something HORRIBLE!" he advised Gaz, striking a dramatic pose before leaving to start work in his labs. Gaz gave a growl of acknowledgement before shouldering her bag and leaving their home.
Dib made it to Skool in no time, and his small, bespectacled eyes turned straight to look at Zim upon entering the classroom. Zim swiftly hid the strange mechanical device he'd been fooling around with before Dib's entrance under the desk and smiled scathingly at him, his fake lavender eyes narrowing with loathing. Dib returned a similar stare before making his way over to his desk and sitting down. Only a few minutes later, Ms. Bitters's snake-like figure swept its way into the classroom and behind her desk.
Almost immediately, there was the ring of a telephone. Dib, whose eyes hadn't left Zim for a second, was sure he caught Zim subtly moving his hands beneath the desk beforehand…
Ms. Bitters whipped up the phone and spat her irritable "Hello!" There was a pause as all the children blinked wonderingly at the old teacher and she disgustedly listened to what the person on the other end of the line had to say. At last she said, "If you must," and slammed the phone down.
"Children, I am obliged to miserably inform you of a new person's arrival at our class. His name is Piglog." As soon as she had finished this bout of information, the door swung open to reveal a peculiar little short boy… well, at least this is what Zim and Dib's fellow classmates saw, as the both of them knew it was really GIR in his little boy disguise.
"HEY!" Dib snapped. "That's no new kid! That's Zim's robot!"
"Man, Dib, do you have to insult EVERY new person who comes? There's no such thing as aliens! And you should learn to leave poor crazy Zim alone!" The Letter M reprimanded, and a round of agreements rose from the rest of the class. Dib threw a disdainful glare in The Letter M's direction as GIR spoke a greeting that somehow incorporated moose, piggies, old people, and waffles. Zim was snickering to himself.
When GIR had finished at last, Ms. Bitters announced, "We'll have to make room for the new student, class. So this means sending one of you to the underground classroom. Now, let's see who goes…"
At this moment, Zim leapt upon his desk, clutching a sheet of paper in his gloved hands and reading aloud from it in a voice dripping with feigned sweetness: "Since we live in a democratic society where the people vote on certain decisions to be made, I think we should vote on who should be sent to the underground classroom in order to promote this country's democratic structure!" He bowed arrogantly to a round of agreements and then continued, "I think it should be Dib."
"That's the best idea I've heard in a thousand years," Ms. Bitters sneered. "Whoever wants DIB to be sent to the Underground Classroom, raise your hand."
Everyone but Dib and GIR, who was singing quietly to himself, threw their hands into the air.
Ms. Bitters slammed her fist on a button and before Dib could even think about protesting or twisting free from his tight desk space, the ground opened beneath him and a sick feeling entered his stomach as he plummeted into the darkness with only the cruel laughter of the oblivious children—and Zim's crazed maniacal cackle—to accompany him on his ride.
Dib squeezed his eyes shut as his stomach turned with the sickening realization rather than the drop that this was the end of him—the end of the world!
But little did he know, it was only just the beginning.
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A new day. A new day, just as the same as the rest: one full of learning nonsense, eating unsanitary foods (or perhaps passing on eating unsanitary foods), and alien-chasing.
But a new day brought forth another chance to reveal Zim's true identity.
Dib swept a hand through his scythe-like hair, these thoughts dancing around in his large head. He threw a confident smirk at the mirror as he left the closed space of his dark room, taking the stairs two by two and shouting confidently with each nimble bound of his boot-clad feet.
"This is the day! The day when I expose that wretched alien monster! Woo-hoo!"
As Dib swung his bag over his shoulder and dashed out the door, leaving his immensely annoyed sister in his wake, Professor Membrane clicked his tongue and shook his head pityingly. "You'd better follow your insane brother before he does something HORRIBLE!" he advised Gaz, striking a dramatic pose before leaving to start work in his labs. Gaz gave a growl of acknowledgement before shouldering her bag and leaving their home.
Dib made it to Skool in no time, and his small, bespectacled eyes turned straight to look at Zim upon entering the classroom. Zim swiftly hid the strange mechanical device he'd been fooling around with before Dib's entrance under the desk and smiled scathingly at him, his fake lavender eyes narrowing with loathing. Dib returned a similar stare before making his way over to his desk and sitting down. Only a few minutes later, Ms. Bitters's snake-like figure swept its way into the classroom and behind her desk.
Almost immediately, there was the ring of a telephone. Dib, whose eyes hadn't left Zim for a second, was sure he caught Zim subtly moving his hands beneath the desk beforehand…
Ms. Bitters whipped up the phone and spat her irritable "Hello!" There was a pause as all the children blinked wonderingly at the old teacher and she disgustedly listened to what the person on the other end of the line had to say. At last she said, "If you must," and slammed the phone down.
"Children, I am obliged to miserably inform you of a new person's arrival at our class. His name is Piglog." As soon as she had finished this bout of information, the door swung open to reveal a peculiar little short boy… well, at least this is what Zim and Dib's fellow classmates saw, as the both of them knew it was really GIR in his little boy disguise.
"HEY!" Dib snapped. "That's no new kid! That's Zim's robot!"
"Man, Dib, do you have to insult EVERY new person who comes? There's no such thing as aliens! And you should learn to leave poor crazy Zim alone!" The Letter M reprimanded, and a round of agreements rose from the rest of the class. Dib threw a disdainful glare in The Letter M's direction as GIR spoke a greeting that somehow incorporated moose, piggies, old people, and waffles. Zim was snickering to himself.
When GIR had finished at last, Ms. Bitters announced, "We'll have to make room for the new student, class. So this means sending one of you to the underground classroom. Now, let's see who goes…"
At this moment, Zim leapt upon his desk, clutching a sheet of paper in his gloved hands and reading aloud from it in a voice dripping with feigned sweetness: "Since we live in a democratic society where the people vote on certain decisions to be made, I think we should vote on who should be sent to the underground classroom in order to promote this country's democratic structure!" He bowed arrogantly to a round of agreements and then continued, "I think it should be Dib."
"That's the best idea I've heard in a thousand years," Ms. Bitters sneered. "Whoever wants DIB to be sent to the Underground Classroom, raise your hand."
Everyone but Dib and GIR, who was singing quietly to himself, threw their hands into the air.
Ms. Bitters slammed her fist on a button and before Dib could even think about protesting or twisting free from his tight desk space, the ground opened beneath him and a sick feeling entered his stomach as he plummeted into the darkness with only the cruel laughter of the oblivious children—and Zim's crazed maniacal cackle—to accompany him on his ride.
Dib squeezed his eyes shut as his stomach turned with the sickening realization rather than the drop that this was the end of him—the end of the world!
But little did he know, it was only just the beginning.