(A/N:) I've been wanting to do something like this for a while, but you know, the whole 'lazy' thing gets in my way.
And I should probably be working on my other story but…eh.
Made up the fairy-tale thing. 8D
And sorry for the first chapter being so short, I promise I'll write more later on, just had to get it going first! D:
Oh yeah, and future ZaDR.
Just sayin'.
Chapter 1
It was a dark and stormy night, and Dib was sneaking into Zim's base yet again.
"Gaz, I'm in the room right next to the main branch of the base! I'm really going to blow it up this time!" He whispered into the communication device, which was disguised as a watch, on his wrist. 'I just hope he isn't home tonight' he thought before glancing around nervously.
His mind raced through all the directions to get to the spot that he wanted to be in. 'just climb up here, and take a left…where's that platform? Oh, there it is I see now. Climb this pole and… AHA!' There was the final obstacle. Another pole, then he'd have to climb on some wires onto the large platform above him. No problem.
He latched his arms together, seemingly hugging the pole, and then kicked his feet off of where he was standing to get some distance. Repeating this task, he had finally made it to the wires under the large platform overhead. Dib placed his right hand on one of the many wires, his other hand soon following. His legs hugged the large pole underneath.
'Don't look down. Don't look down. Don't look down.' Repeated in his head, as he swung one leg up, and then dug it in between two of the wires, a green one, and a blue one. 'Okay, one leg up, now just have to get the other,' he swung the other leg up, repeating the task he had earlier done, 'and, now I have to get to the platform.'
Dib was now hanging, who knows how high above the ground, onto the small, metallic wires that he prayed would not break. He let his right hand free from the wires; brought it farther ahead of him, and then grabbed the wires farther ahead.
'Still safe." he sighed, bringing his left foot up, then latching it between two more wires. He repeated this with his opposite hand and foot, then again with the same until he reached the platform.
He brought his hands up above him, latching onto the platform then pulled himself up. The first thing he saw, was not what he wanted to see.
"WHATCHU DOIN' BIG-HEADED BOY?" The dysfunctional robot screamed at him. Oh, how he despised this robot so much right now. "Shh, GIR! Lets play the quiet game. Whoever wins gets a taco!" Dib whispered in reply. Oh he hoped this worked, because if it didn't, the consequences would not be pretty. To his luck, the robot nodded, as if he understood for once.
After the robot had walked (or rather, bounced) away, he started towards the center of the base again. Once he was a few feet away, he took a short look behind him, quickly checking to see if Zim was there, then turned forward again.
"Just what do you think you're doing, foul earth-beast?"
Oh crap.
"Uhh… exploring the base in better hope that I may be able to—" he cut himself off as Zim glared, approaching him slowly.
"I was actually hoping you would show up, Dib-stink, you see; I have this new experiment that I need you to assist me in testing. I do so think you would be interested in it, as I too am going to join in." the green-skinned boy said, glare not once wavering.
Dib glanced to his side, sweat droplets starting to form around the top of his head, as he looked for a way out.
"Looking for an escape? There isn't one. Well, not up here, anyways. It's the center of the base, even one as stupid as you should be able to figure out that there wouldn't be an easy escape from here if anybody ever tried something?" Zim was now at least half a foot away from Dib.
Something wasn't right. Zim seemed much more…rational than he usually is. The calm glare and steady, almost monotonous voice making the short alien seem more diabolical than usual. He barely had time to think before Zim extracted the spider legs from his Pak, and pinned him to the machine behind where Dib was standing.
"You will assist me, earth-filth, as nobody else can. I will be joining you soon enough." He said, placing a small device on top of Dib's head, then his own. Zim brought out a small vile, then a syringe with foreign lettering printed along the sides. "Are you aware of the human stories proclaimed as the fictional 'fairy-tales'? This device is supposed to simulate a fairy-tale in your dreams, and you will be unable to wake up until the fairy-tale has ended. I created it in hopes of learning more of the human culture, but since we Irkens are on a much higher level than you human-beasts, I needed a human experiment to test it as well as myself." The long reply came, as he sucked the vile into the syringe, then poked it into Dib's arm.
"As a plus, I get to experience it on a far more advanced level than you humans do, so be glad, Dib-thing." He said, as the liquid went into the dark-haired boy's arm, causing his vision to blur as his body was over-taken with drowsiness. Soon, his vision faded out, as he was in a deep sleep.
Zim blinked at the sleeping boy, and then brought him into his arms. 'The Dib-beast even smells of filth.' He thought, wrinkling his nose, as he used his spider-like legs to slide down the pole, Dib had just climbed before, and carried him into a lab branch that had many hospital-like beds strung around it.
He placed Dib on the nearest bed to the door, and then laid himself in the best farthest from it. "Pak, activate sleep-mode." A small 'whirrring' sound was heard, before the lights on the Pak dulled into a gray-pink color, and Zim closed his eyes. The real world faded out, as he entered the realm of sleep.
"Your highness, may I offer you a drink, or perhaps, something to eat?"
Zim blinked at the sudden change in scenery. He appeared to be sitting on a large golden throne, with lion fur strewn along the top. There was a large red carpet that led to where he was sitting, and flags hung along the sides of the large building he was in.
"No, Zim does not wish for anything at the moment. Now be gone with you." He finally replied to the overly-dressed man in front of him. 'Where is the Dib-Human?' He thought, still trying to adjust completely to the scenery around him. "Wait a moment, human-filth," He called to the man, "Where may I find the, er, information-human at this time?" The man gave him a confused look, before pointing down a long hallway, "He's down there, second door on the right." Zim nodded, "Okay, now away with you human-filth!"
Dib's vision was slowly creeping back to him, as he took a look around the room he was now in. There was a small shelf-like... thing on the wall, with two small jars on it. The roof appeared to be made out of branches and hay, same as the walls. Taking a look down, he noticed there was a dirt floor, and no carpeting, or anything.
"Diiiiiib! Get out of the house now, and come help your father gather wood to fix the roof with!" a strange woman yelled from outside the small hut-house thing. He wasn't sure on what to do, so he listened to the woman. When he got up, he noticed the clothing he was in. A different assortment of furs covered most of his body, with long cotton-like sleeves reaching down his arms. A brown leather made a vest over the furs, with a belt-like appendage hanging from the side, and on his feet were large, black boots.
So he must be a peasant?
Nice.
Just wonderful.
Guess this means he becomes the hero later on too? Sweet, but where was Zim?
he didn't have too much time to think on it before the woman called for him again, "Dib? Get out here, right now!"
"Information-human, I demand you tell me of the Dib-human's whereabouts." Zim said, glaring at the man in front of him. "Dib? the lowly peasant boy? He's in the part of the village just beyond the river. Why do you ask for such a lowly boy's whereabouts?" The man replied, nonchalantly. "That is not of your concern, stink-beast."
Zim marched back towards the room from which he had came from, slamming the door behind him. He entered the room with the thrown made of gold, and sat, legs sprawled across the arm of the large chair, his back leaned on the other arm.
The first thing he had noticed was that he was taller here, than in the real world. He had grown, maybe 2 or 3 feet, he guessed to fit the role he played here. The second thing he had noticed was the clothing change. He had a long cape, that reached to the back of his knees, and a crown made of gold, such as the chair had been. Jewels decorated the crown, and the suit he wore. He had a blue, long sleeved, baggy shirt, with flaps on the top of the sleeves that had some fancy, gold design on them. A vest of silver covered his chest, and the tops of his legs, the rest of his legs covered with the same blue material that his shirt had. His boots were also silver, and had the same gold design as the shirt flaps put into them. A belt bore across his waist, with what the humans call a 'sword' placed in it's holder.
Zim wasn't impressed by it, but it was measly human designs, so what more could he expect? The added height was nice, though.
Zim sulked in the chair when a realization finally hit him. The Dib-beast was a lowly human peasant, and earlier he had been called 'your highness.'
Which means he was a king, right?
He paused for a second, blinking at the ceiling before he burst into laughter. he was a king, and Dib-stink was a peasant!
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