Hello darlings! You may remember me from my other fanfiction that you didn't read-! I hope you enjoy this one because...uh...ZADR. I can sort of ZADR. Mmhmm. My first and only review says "nice". I was so happy I want to frame it. This time around, though, the fandom is bigger. Humor me please. If I get reviews, I know I'm not just storytelling to a wall! ^^''' Thank you for reading!
"Don't talk to me." Dib stated as he hung up on the other, curling his nose up in disgust as he shoved his phone into his pocket. Zim was left to ponder what he'd done wrong, keeping the phone pressed against his face.
"Why's the Dib-thing so tense today?" He asked nobody. He could have been asking GIR if he were paying attention, but, of course he wasn't, so the air had to suffice. "Zim hasn't even graced the monkey with his presence in two days! What could he have done wrong? He was working on very important things. Broken doohickies do not fix themselves!" He announced, starting to pace, arms folded behind his back.
He stopped and held up his index finger. "Aha! I see! The human just wants to bask in my glory, of course! He doesn't even want words. He just wants to skip to the important things like bowing and boot licking! Who am I to deny him that?" Zim put on his disguise and headed outside, humming softly on his way over.
Zim knocked on Dib's door, and he could hear the ever disapproving feminine voice of the younger child shouting for her idiotic big brother to get the door before she had to scoop out his eyes. Dib looked through the peephole and scowled, but the door slowly opened. Zim threw confetti in the boy's face, and even had on a small crown, lifting himself up slightly with his PAK legs.
Dib rubbed the sparkly plastic out of his eyes, and coughed up a fleck or two. "Jeez, Zim, what the hell?" He stared up at the alien who seemed very pleased with himself. "You look proud, huh? You better start talking and cut out all the bull. Where were you yesterday...?"
Zim's expression faded into a light pout. "The Dib is not celebrating, nor is he doing the rejoicing while shoe shining! I am confused! You're also asking weird, dumb questions! Zim was busy! Don't concern your feeble mind." He pointed at Dib accusingly, huffing, feigning irritation to try to get him off his back about whatever he did wrong.
Dib scoffed, a cruel smile on his face. "Busy...real busy, huh? I was busy trying to call you all day, trying to get to your door but your stupid gnomes were so tightly packed and puppy guarding. I was busy missing the wasted reservations for two, because I don't know about Irk, but on Earth, anniversary means something, Zim!"
Dib slammed the door in the other's face, and Zim heard the heavy steps as he made his way up to his room. "Anniversary..." Zim repeated, his hand moving to his mouth, his fingertips pressed to his bottom lip. He felt color start to drain from his face from the embarrassment and shame. "Oh Irk..."