Title- Ends and Begins
Genre- Tragedy
Summary- For every ending, there is a beginning. GaGr, ZaDr. Character death.
Words- 391
Inspiration- I have no idea. I guess I just wanted to kill someone off.
Notes- This is really sad. I am so sorry. Oh, and Zim's blood is blue in my headcanon, so his blush is blue, too.
A loud buzzing overtook the room as metal arms and legs clanked against each other. A high-pitched squeal was heard,but it was nothing like the joyful one Zim had been greeted with so many months before. No, this squeal was of pain.
"GIR! Listen to your master!" Zim managed to shout over the buzzing and assorted noises. "Y-you will stop that this instant!"
The sounds merely grew louder, and the robot began to glow as the newly-installed computer muttered an ominous, "Self-destruct will commence in ten. . ."
"GIR!" Zim wailed. "Don't you dare leave me!"
"Nine. . ."
Three pairs of eyes all stared in horror as GIR let out another sharp cry of pain.
"Eight. . . Seven. . ."
"Zim, get back!" Dib cried out, rushing towardsthe alien.
"Six. . . Five. . ."
He pulled Zim to the furthest end of the lab, gasping for breath as he joined his sister.
"Four. . . Three. . ."
Gaz failed to hold back a whimper as unwanted tears fell from her eyes. "You stupid robot! Fight it!"
"Yes, GIR!" Zim shrieked. "Listen to the human girl!"
"Two. . . One. . ."
GIR opened his turquoise eyes, and for a mere moment his once-cheerful smile now captivated the room.
"I'm sorry, master. . ."
That was how it ended. . . This is how it began.
"GIR," Zim had started simply, trudging across the room. "I've noticed a malfunction in your programming."
GIR danced around the room with ease, stepping on keyboards and machinery with every step.
"GIR, stop that!"
Dib sighed from his seat on the other side of the room. "Zim, just because your pet robot kissed my sister, it doesn't mean–"
"Silence! You know nothing! SIR units are not supposed to love! It's against their programming!"
"Oh, yeah?" Dib retorted with a smirk. "Then I guess Irkens aren't supposed to love either."
Zim muttered something, his face flushing a bright blue.
Suddenly, a loud click was heard from the other side of the lab, and GIR moaned in pain.
"GIR?" Gaz asked half-heartedly, though her concern could be heard if one were to listen very, very closely. Very closely. "What's wrong with him?"
Zim stared in horror at his loyal companion as the room began to shake. "He pressed the self-destruct button."
Dib turned to him shakily. "For the house?"
"No. . . for him."