Okay so, there are whole bunch of warnings for this fic...
(1) Tons of OOC-ness
(2) I'm extremely spastic so the plot might change periodicly...
(3) I don't have spell check or Grammer check because of my compuuter's virus so... Sorry.
(4) This will probably be yet another epic fic where one sets out to look for an original plot...
and it goes completely wrong...
(5) No pairings unless I can get a whole bunch of people to agree on one thing because there will be a WHOLE lotta characters and I don't want to loose half of the audience just because of some pairings.
(6) And dear God yes... There will be original Characters!
So if you don't like any of thoes things then so long!
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So, don't flame...
Now for all of you "This is not a flame." By all means go ahead, I love you people! Because you turn out to be the smart ones who help me alot.
But then there are thoes who say "This is not a flame but..." And then it turns out to be a HUGE flame.
-ahem-
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The dust settles around me. Dubry everywhere. Small sheers of broken metal and evolved minerals only found on Irk twisted in the wind. Slowly, small patterns of Acid rain stained the ground, as an eternal reminder of this day...
I can feel a bitter cold enveloping my body. My breath is ragged and suddenly I can't help but let out a small shudder.
What have you done Dib Membrane?
No, this is not you. Not even you would do this...
Or atleast, it's what I want to think.
The metal clanks to the floor. My fingers suddenly coil in an attempt to gain what they once had...
I had taken it all for granted.
I feel the small drops hit the back of my neck...
A sweet smell fills the air mixing with blood...
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO, DIB?"
I hear a female voice echo from behind me. The voice is familar to me, I want to see her face. I want to see her soft features, her amber eyes that are unmistakable in her family. Her slight scowl only to fade as she hears the voice of the faulty SIR. I want to see her violet hair fall over her features as a rare smile graces her unflawed porclian face. I want to see her playfully punch her older brother in the shoulder while gazing down at the SIR's form as he plays with her pig...
I want to look up to see a male figure infront of me. I want to see his lenses clear as the day he got them. I want to see his optomistic smile as he keep on instsisting that there -are- infact vampire doughnuts. I want to hear his vioce, cheerful as ever and much to loud as he rants of how much there is out there. I want to see his garngantuous head that me as his sister can't help but chuckle at him when it gets pegged with a snowball.
I want to be able to remember, back when we were happy.
But I won't. Because I know if I turn around I will see nothing but flames and a red cellophane coloring mask the sky, like blood. I will see her unflawed face matted with gore, dirt, and tears. I will see an expression of fear, rage, and hurt...
I know that if I look up I will see lenses caked with dirt, grime, and blood. I will see little cuts littering his body and a large gash in his torso. I will hear nothing in his voice but malice and desparation...
I will see what I have done.
What we have done.
What has happened.
I cannot look.
I can not seem to take my eyes off of the tiny metallic figure before me...
Cyan eyes faded away.
Suddenly rage filled me. I stood up, feeling horrible empty.. numb. Full of nothing but rage...
"Dib-human..."
He looks to me, a sudden feeling rises deep with in him. I can tell from the look of his amber eyes behind the thick, grime covered lenses that it is fear and regret...
It has been so long since I called him that.
Back when we were enimies.
And it all clicked.
This was my mistake.
This was mine to fix.
And it would end here.
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-Chapter 1: Faces Changing Shape-
"AH MADE WAFFLES!" Zim jumped up and spun around only to see the small SIR unit infront of him. His eyes narrowed as he yet again went on with his 'Gir-how-many-times-do-I-have-to-tell-you-I'm-working-on-the-voot-crusior-and-can't-have
-you-interrupting-me-even-if-it-is-for-waffles-go-bother-Gaz-or-Dib' speech.
"... So why can't you just go to Dib's house... I'm sure he likes your waffles."
The cyan eyed SIR stared up to his master. Yes, that's right. Up. Over the years Zim had grown to a full 5'9 maybe even 6 feet. His antenne no longer went back, but were now pushed forward and slopped lazily over his forehead in an almost, Johnny C. sense. His frame remained lanky and he was never spotted with out his trench coat. He wore a deep green shirt under it with a small Happy Noodle Boy face on the front. He wore black pants and steel-toe, black buckle up boots.
But...
His change in appearance didn't in any way compare to his change in personality. Zim had grown old...
Not in years.
His tallest Red and Purple had called him on January 1st. The begining of the new Earth year. Tallest Red laid it on him harsh. He had told him that his mission was a lie. His life was a lie, and HE was a lie. Purple had intervened and in a soft voice, him being the kinder of the two brothers had simply said that he was not to return to Irk.
As though he wanted to.
Zim had died that day. Not physically but emtionally. He had died in spirits. Everything changed about him. He was no longer loud and arrogant, but now calm and collective, and no doubt about it, Zim was superb in the essence of battle. Dib had quoted once "Wow Zim. I'm suprised. If you weren't such an arrogant jerk you might have even been able to actually, DO something to take take over the earth." Though his personality changed, who he was did not. He was Irken. He born and raised, trained and declared an Invader and even selected for Impending Doom 1 on Irk. Yes, he may have been an ignorant, egotistical jerk, but even the Tallest at a point in time did acknowladge his ability as an Invader, which was why he was one of the few selected for Impending Doom 1. After all...
He did destroy more than any of the other Invaders.
Too bad it was the wrong thing.
"But Maaaaas'errrrrrr!" Gir dragged out in a high-pitched whine, "Gazzy's busy and Dib don't wanna play with me because he's makin someshinythingsfortheplaceheworkswithandnownoonewillplaywithmeandI'maloneandIdon'twannabealone and will you eat waffles with me PLEEEEEEEEASE?" Gir's voice sounded through the whole base, and Zim just stared pityfuly at the SIR before him.
That's another thing that changed about Zim.
Irken or not, he did feel. Something he had never been allowed to do on Irk. The Irken race was a race of warriors. Soldiers and Invaders. Irkens had no place for feelings. Emotions could be the cause of your death on Irk.
Once the Tallest had informed him of the bitter truth he became aware that it did not matter any more. nothing did. You can never trust anything. Everyone, everything will always let you down in the end...
But...
There was always that robot.
If he had a weakness it was Gir...
As ashamed as he was to admit it.
The little SIR had been there for him ever since he was assigned to the Irken ex-invader, he wasn't like other SIR's. Gir was created from parts of past SIR models, he had all the failed parts of a machine that was failed as a SIR. Emotions were factored into that failure. Because Gir was able to feel, in his own specail child-like way. He was able to see Zim for what he really was...
And able to help Zim.
When Zim found out about what the tallest had done to him, when they had told him of Gir being just another part of the joke, when Zim took his rage out on Gir, instead of the little SIR unit hating him like he should've...
He just sat beside him and told his matser it would get better.
And made him a waffle.
Gir was much like a child to Zim, and Zim felt a need to protect Gir...
He loved Gir in his own twisted-family-like way.
Zim rolled his ruby eyes and put his tools down. With that he walked ahead of Gir to the
small port.
"You coming or not. I'm not too fond of cold waffles." Zim grumbled out rolling his eyes and sighing.
"WAAHH HOO!" The tiny Sir unit jumped up and quickly followed Zim as they were lifted into
the kitchen.
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"Hurry up, Gaz!" The tall form yelled from the bottom of the stair case. He wore glasses that suited his features well, and a trench coat that swayed past his calves. His boots were solid black and his shirt was a simple blue with a 'not-to-happy-but-not-to-sad' face on the front. He had jet black hair with a long scyth like-spike that fell lazily to the
side.
"You took my batteries didn't you?" A female form stepped out of the dark hallway. He ivory toned skin was flawless. She wore smokey eye makeup and opaque lip stick. He hazel eyes were squinted with thick lashes and her violet hair that once had it's child-ish flip was now completly strait. It was extremely short in the back and long in the front with bangs that fell to one side covering an eye, framing her face perfectly.
She was slender with curves just where they needed to be. She wore a deep grey tench coat and a smiple black knee length
skirt. Under it was purple and violet stripped stockings. He boots went up to her mid calf and held a single buckle at the front of the ankle. He shirt was nothing more than a black tank top with the words "SQUEE!" on the front. Laying on the front of the shirt in an oh-so-peaceful-manner, Was a simple skull pendant she had owned since childhood.
"What- NO! Gaz, I swear I didn't!"
"SO THEN WHERE ARE THEY, DIB?" She screamed at the top of her lungs. Gaz's older brother began to glance nervously around.
"Erm... You could use mine... but it's my only link to the Swollen Eyeball I can't just-"
He was interuppted by the sounds of the younger, by one year, girl's GS-5 sounding off.
"Hey where did you get thoes bat-"
"Aren't we supposed to be heading to Zim's?" Gaz said in a perfectly calm voice.
Dib cocked an eyebrow and opened the door. "Er... Yea."
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"So, Dib." Gaz said involved in her game, "Why did Zim call us over, it's not like him. I mean... to his base. Usually it's to the movies like when we went and saw "Se7en" and then You got sick all over Zita and she-"
Dib shot her a glare, "Get to the point."
"All I'm saying is it's not totally like Zim. When he called he sounded serious... too serious for Zim." Gaz said in an as-a-matter-of-factly-tone.
"I guess..." Dib said shoving his hands in his pockets. "But I mean. Gaz you gotta think, today's January 1st. It's the anneversery of the day Thoes tall guys called him and told him-"
"The Tallest." Gaz intervened.
Dib's eyes darkened, "They don't deserve such respect."
Gaz just let her bangs fall over both eyes and wrapped herself deeper into her game. "Still Dib... what do you think it's about?"
Dib just looked down causing his glasses to slid ever so slighty down his noes.
"I don't know, Gaz. I really don't know."
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"Gir you're killing me with these waffles..."
"KILL-EH-ING YOO?" Gir exclaimed jumping on the table, tears welled up in his eyes. "MAS'ER DEAD?"
Zim scooted away from the table and stood up, "No Gir. It's a figure of speech these humans have."
Gir cocked his head, "Ooh." It was obvious he still had no clue what he meant.
Zim's antenne perked up a bit as he head a knock on the door. He did nothing but put his contacts in place and walk up to the door. Gaz had said that there was no real need for his wig if his antenne was 'gonna do that'. It, quote "Already looks like hair".
He was relieaved when he opened the door to see two people he had grown up with at his door step. The violet haird female dropped her small game and immideatly was knealing on her knees, holding her arms out to Gir.
"GAZZAH!"The small SIR said leaping into her arms. She stood back up and graced Zim with a soft look. He cracked a smile back and looked at Dib who gave a small wave.
"You called?"
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There was an awkward, thick silence that settled over the walls of the Irken's base. The only sounds heard were the sounds of the small conversation going on between Gaz and Gir. Gaz who was showing Gir how to draw a piggie, cracked a smile at the small SIR's antics.
Dib sat on the sofa sketching a small design for a voot crusior he might ask Zim to help him build in the near future.
Zim however, leaned against a wall. His expression, grave.
He solemly cleared his throat which caught the attention of the two siblings and small SIR. Sending how serious Zim was right now he set aside his sketch as Gaz peek through her thick lashes releaving beautiful Hazel orbs. She pulled Gir into her lap having taken a fondness to the SIR, and they both awaited Zim's explanation as to why he had called them
here.
"Dib... It seems like only yesterday that we were children plotting against eachother, exchanging alein and big-headed insults in some mock attempt at friendship...
Gaz. I'm not sure how we bonded. Maybe it was Gir, if he was the reason then I can do
nothing but thank him for that...
These feelings I have...
I..." Zim stopped as his dazed look was replaced with one of determaination. "Gaz, Dib...
What I'm going to tell you is very important so listen closely..."
They both nodded and even Gir went wide eyed.
"I just recieved a call from the Tallest...
I've...
I've been reassigned..."
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"WHAT?" Dib yelled wide eyed. His glasses nudged down his noes and he stared at Zim with disbelief. The Irken's face remained imapassive, "I didn't stutter Dib Membrane..." Zim said in a grave tone.
Dib went ballistic, "Zim, that's bull and you know it! What do you mean you've been reassigned? The Tallest ban you!"
Zim's face remained solem, "They said they had been informed of my hiegth, and saw my worth as an Invader..."
This time it was Gaz's turn, "So you're just throwing everything away? For the tallest who fucking betrayed you? They said you were a fucking joke, Zim!!"
A look of regret crossed Zim's features, "You really think I would do that to you?"
Pure confusion struck the two's face.
"After what they did to me... Staying loyal to them... I would never do that." He closed his eyes as if in deep thought and reopened them. "I do not plan to go as an Irken soldier..." His features flashed with malice, "I am Zim. And I am no longer loyal to thoes creatons..."
Dib's brows furrowed, "What are you saying Zim?"
"Starting tomorrow I'll be leaving for Irk... My goal?" Zim's face became sublte with a hidden rage.
"Vengance."
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Gaz peered through one wide eye, "You're going to assasinate the Tallest. That's fucked, Zim. Even for you!"
Zim looked to Gaz, "Gaz, I have to do this... I'm leaving for Irk tomorrow. I was.. wondering if you would look after Gir for me..."
Gir perked up, "Leaving mas'er alone?"
Dib stood up,"Like hell we are!"
Gaz looked up holding Gir securly in her arms, "We're not leaving you alone, Zim. I've seen the Armada. They'll kill you. We have to-"
"NO!" Zim said sternly, "You must stay here."
"It's a suicide mission, Zim! IT'S CRAZY! I mean, I'm crazy, but thats- THAT'S FUCKED!" Dib said flailing his arms about and using a term that only Gaz used.
"I need to do this alone..." Zim said calmly, his patience wearing thin.
"No, Zim! We're going with you!" Gaz shouted.
"YOU CAN'T COME WITH ME!" Zim shouted suprising them all. "You can't come with me because if I do die I must have some one look after Gir. No one else would be able to do that for me!"
Zim was intterupted when he looked down to see two glowing blue eyes staring up at him.
"I'll come with you Mas'er. Imma SIR! S'what I'm 'asopsed to do."
Zim leaned down, his expression soft. "You can't come, Gir..."
"Mas'er..." The tiny bot said as if he were about to cry.
If there was one thing thoes large Cyan eyes could do that no other's could do was portray emotion...
And make you feel horrible along the way.
Before Zim could give in he turned away and pressed a small button which opened a port to lead to his lab. Just as he was about to enter he turned around at the sound of Dib's voice, it was a low whisper. Just barely audiable as her slightly glanced back before walking out the door.
"How could you, Zim?"
As Dib left a look of regret crossed the Irken's face. "It went just as I had planned..."
"You're such an asshole, Zim!" He was suprised as he turned around to see Gaz looking him straight in the eye.
His eyes went soft, "Gaz, I'm so-"
"Sorry my ass! What the hell are you thinking? Don't you realize you could easily di-"
"DIE! I know, Gaz! I fucking KNOW!" His sighed and leaned down to hold up Gir. A pair of antenne drooped slightly as the ex-invader placed the small confused and hurt SIR in the girl's arms.
"Take care of him for me, Gaz... and go home."
Gaz's eyes shot open in analmost sort of child-ish glare. "What do you mean?.. You are coming back...righ-"
"Go home, Gaz... just go home."
With out waiting for a reply he turned around and pressed the small buttons dissapearing down to his labs. As the doors closed morphing back into the kitchen wall he had to use now, being to tall for the trash or toilet entrance, she hugged Gir to her chest and leaned down to pick up his Dog suit.
"Gazzy, are we really gonna let my master go alone? Thoes tall guys is mean." The tiny metallic bot said wide eyed.
As she took a step out the door and turned to close it, her voice buzzed with rage.
"Not if I can help it."
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Alright, ten bucks says half of the reviews I get are gonna say they already know what will happen?
I bet you don'! I 'm as unpredictable as a nervous park squirell, so NUH!
Please don't click the 'Go Back' button and think "This is just another one of thoes fics!" That's my main goal, to not make it another one of -thoes- fics...
-cough-looks away realizing deep inside how pathetic she really is-
But, erm, yea, so as far as romance goes...
I don't think there will be any but if there is, just send in a pairing, and I mean ANY PAIRING! Nothing that has to do with Just Dib, Zim, Gir, and Gaz, because it's not like THEY are the only people in this fic if you get what I'm hinting at -nudge nudge hint hint wink wink-.
Alright so, send in a pairing you would like or if you just don't want any pairings at all tell me, I'LL REPLY! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!
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