Gir and Zim Drabbles
Hello everyone! I am going to start my writing with this multi – chapter short stories starring Zim and Gir! Please keep in mind that these stories are not "Zim and Gir Romances" Comments are greatly appreciated and I accept requests Oh, and another thing: I am sorry if anyone has stories similar to the ones here. I have not taken the time to filter through the entire Invader Zim Archive.
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim. Prompt: Soup
"Mastah? Why are you in bed?" Gir asked a very sick Zim in a makeshift gurney in Zim's lab
"Well, I-"
"Why are you in bed?" Gir interrupted
"Because I-"
"WHY ARE YOU IN BED, MASTAH?"
"BECAUSE I -" Zim winced at the pain in his throat from raising his voice. He regained his composure and replied, "I'm in bed because-"
"WHY?"
"Gir, it's been twenty seconds. It's not funny anymore. I'm sick."
Gir did not like seeing Zim like this. It looked like it hurt. And also, he was the one hurting him when Zim raised his voice to hopefully drown out Gir's demanding phases.
A light bulb flashed over the bots head and he ran to the kitchen. He grabbed a can of tomato paste that he assumed it was tomato soup and put the said contents in a bowl that wasn't necessarily microwave-safe. He was told by Zim not to put anything in the microwave for more than 30 seconds. But still, the microwave exploded contents of said tomato paste and bowl pieces flew everywhere.
Gir stared blankly and walked back ignoring the mess. Zim was apparently out of his gurney in the lab and ran into Gir as he was walking out.
Zim stared... And he stared, until he finally exploded, not caring if his throat hurt anymore, "GIR! NOW I HAVE TO CLEAN UP THIS MESS!"
"Yay!" the bot squealed.
And there ends my first short story! You can expect updates from me at least every other day. Please tell me what you think!
