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Chapter 1:Homecomings are a pain
Zim stepped off the train and took in the scene around him. The town was just the same as he'd left it. 'Well may as well get started' he thought. He began his trek to high sool 'The sign makers in this town were either lazy drunk or stupid.', zim thought.
"Come on Dib we're going to be late!" He heard a somewht familiar voice growl nearby.
Suddenly zim's squeedly spooch jumped and jiggled and it felt pleasureable and painful all at once.
He knew that voice He quickly checked his appearance without really knowing why. Only to realize that he was undisquised. Turns out the homeless aren't picky when it comes to companions. He swiftly jabbed a fingerat his watch and selected disguise mode on the galactech wrist watch (the best in extraterestreal engineering) 'I'm so glad I found the black market' zim thought gleefully.
He walked down the sidewalk, his baggy black hoody reached his knees and was slit down the front the arms having long since been ripped from theirrightful place now hung around his wrists like broken handcuffs. He wore raggedy jeans thet had holes so big they stretched from half way up his upper leg to half way down his lower also wore ashirt to cover his chest nothing much just an old audioslave tshirt. As he walked his floppy old vans made slapping sounds on the pavement as the top smacked the bottom repeatedly. His skin preset was caucasian to fit in with the predominant race in the area His blue eyes and short shaggy black hair were so real you could feel them even though they were holographic. And he knew that anyone walking be hind him was being treated to the sight of a skull on his looked over to make sure gir had done the same.
Gir had been upgraded since they began their trip he was now the normal height for a thirteen year old male but he insisted on keeping at least part of his dog costume, much like a child with a security blanket. So there he stood looking like a skinny caucasian boy with red hair no freckles and one green eye and one blue eye. He wore a grunge rock t-shirt he picked up in a russian rave (which inexplicably burned down that day)
a pair of raggedy nike running shoes and a worn out pair of wrangler jeans. On top of his head was the head from his old doggie costume and the feet and hands had been made into wrist and ankle bands. He grinned happily at his "big brother". Zim thought that it was clever to have gir pose as his younger brother,
especially because the junior high sol was next to the high sool. As he and gir walked down the sidewalk to register for classes they heard an angry cry of indignation and a second later Dib was on top of Zim screaming in his face
"Ha! I knew you'd be back zim! I always knew that...you'd..." Dib trailed off as the boy under him gave him an odd look.
"Get off of me now so me and my little brother can go register for classes you psycho." Zim hissed.
Dib got up and started to walk towards his sister but when he got there she punched him in the shoulder and towards Zim. "Oh right, I'm sorry I tackled you I thought you were someone else." He said rolling his eyes.
"And what else." Gaz said impatiently.
Dib sighed "And I'm a doushebag."
"Well I guess there's no harm done. And might I just say maddam that I sincerely hope I have the pleasure of meeting you again." He said winking as he turned to walk away.
Gaz blushed but quickly hid it and snorted "Yeah, whatever come on Dib we'll be late for school."
They all walked on in silence.
'I wonder if the whole day will be this weird' Zim thought.
'He better stay away from my sister.' Dib thought as he glared at ZIm still not knowing it was really Zim
'What's that guys deal?' Gaz thought.
'I like cookies' Gir thought.
Yep it was gonna be a long day.
So faithful readers what do YOU think is going to happen.
Has Zim picked up any other tricks on his travels?
Does he really have feelings for Gaz or is he just flirting?
And even if he is why does she seem to enjoy it?
Will Dib figure out who Zim is?
Will Gir ever have and intelligent thought?
Join us next time to find out and remember Celebrate your inner freak... because what makes us wierd makes us unique.
Also I'm going to start putting in roses are red and violets are blue poem spoofs
Here's this chapters
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
I'm schizophrenic,
and so am I
Respectfully yours The sikeokilla EWC