Chapter 3! Hopefully this is good. It's different compared to the other chapters, but I'm tired! Sorry 'bout the mistakes... :)

P.S. I made up the questions and responses... I did not look them up on Google at all.


It had been weeks since Dib had last confronted the alien, never once had he entered Zim's base. The Irken, ignoring his Sir unit as much as possible, found ways to distract the poorly educated robot. Zim had walked around the house, littering everywhere, not cleaning up anything. The computer, still slightly sympathetic, took on the task of cleaning the house, as well as Zim. The alien was reluctant to do anything that didn't rot him away. Everyday he would snack on chips, candy, anything sweet or salty that happened to enter his sight. He would lie around the base, sleeping lazily in random areas on the floor of his base. His new habits included watching TV, sketching pictures of anything, and tinkering with projects that would prove helpful during his new lifetime on Earth.

Zim grew tired of his everyday habits, squirming around the house in search of some form of entertainment. Several times, he thought of teatime with Gir and Mini Moose, but the idea made him shudder in fear. Now, he sat in his chair in the lab, leaning back into the cushions. Thoughts ran through his mind, the unforgettable moment of that day acting as the seed of these thoughts. A wire exited the ceiling, taking the empty wrappers and chip bags away from Zim. What if…I could take over Irk? Then I could kill those little… He snickered, letting the thought fade away. He could never do that with his small voot cruiser, another thought forming in his head. Since I'm a defect, is that why I was always treated differently? A defect… I'm a defect… does that affect just my pak? What if Zim's body is affected as well? That is probably why I'm short. He frowned at this thought, pride keeping him from thinking too much about his lack of height. Is it because I was hanging around these INFERIOR stinky hyumans? Or have I been a defect before that? Maybe… Maybe my pak was intelligent, and decided to blend in with these hyumans? Then, that's why I got these icky feelings! Then they decided to banish me! I need more cotton candy…

"Computer!" he yelled aloud, pausing his thoughts only to get the desired treat. "Bring me some…pink cotton candy!" He pulled his arms into the air, hands open in a 'Gimme' motion. After getting his sugary sweet, he continued his thoughts.

But…I've had these feelings since I was born! That doesn't mean I'm a defect, does it? They're all the same as any Irken's feelings. Possessiveness, Anger, Superiority… At least I think that's what they are…

Zim suddenly felt uncertain about his feelings. He had best described them as an Irken's way of thinking, yet the nagging fact that he was a defect made him think otherwise. Does this mean my FEELINGS are false? No, because I feel my feelings with feelingness… It just means that my feelings are normal… but then that means they could be different! For all I know, my FEELINGS could be the cause of my defective appearance towards my race! Then, that means my feelings aren't Irken…Then what about the Dib-filth? Does that mean my hatred towards him is fake? NO! Never! His… filthy, big-head is filled with mush! He is my true, mortal enemy! But… I need to make sure…

Zim sat up in his chair, trying impossibly hard to erase the thought from his memories. The need to prove that his feelings of hatred towards Dib were real became an impulsive urge. Standing up, he marched around, just to sit back down in his chair. He glared intently at the computer screen in front of him as if he might lose the staring contest he was having with it. With a sigh of defeat, he pulled up the Internet, typing in the word Google. It pulled up the search, his green, three-fingered hand hesitantly typing in,

'What is hatred?' Entering the question, the website showed several links answering similar questions to his. Clicking on one, he read it fully, absorbing the details. 'When you hate someone, you get entirely annoyed when they're around you, and you want to be away from them as much as possible. Then, you feel like killing them or something because they bother you too much. You just probably can't stand them, and their personality!' Zim imagined the person to have defined this, to have true hatred towards another person. Zim concluded that this was not how he felt towards Dib.

Over the years, he stopped feeling the need to send Dib to his bloody, horrid, pitiful demise. Instead, he was satisfied with winning against Dib in their battles. He also did not want to be away from Dib, at all. Instead, he kept a close eye on him, getting in as many fights as possible with the boy. Excluding now, when he had spent his weeks in seclusion, his 'parents' describing to the Skool how he was sick, and wouldn't be attending the middle school for quite some time. He felt sick anyhow, so at least he wasn't entirely lying. Exiting the link, Zim typed in 'I like being around this person. He's annoying, but I feel like he is my equal compared to others. What is this feeling?' The search didn't come up with many answers, but by chance a person had asked a similar question on a link. Clicking on this page, he read the response this person got. 'You silly! How can you not know it? You like them!' That simple phrase echoed in his head, he imagined someone quite girly saying that, but it shocked Zim to complete, utter, horror.

"That is definitely NOT how I feel towards the stink-monkey!" He yelled, thrashing about his laboratory.

Panic swelled in his throat, the room somehow shrinking around him. He thought about it, somehow it made perfect sense to his brain. The games became fun! He watched the hyuman because he wanted to, laughing at him as rotten food was thrown at him, and it lead to this? Zim didn't want to believe the site, but knew the truth in that phrase. Or was it truth? Maybe this website doesn't get how he feels! Maybe he was going crazy, hallucinating, and believing in anything he sees? He stood in the middle of the room, arguing with himself, if he should believe that person or not. He decided to believe it. Defect? How was he supposed to know what to feel? They didn't prepare him at all for this before they abandoned him. Zim's stomach churned, he needed more sweets. He was going to act on this- feeling before he doubted himself again. He was discarded from his own race, but that didn't mean no one would accept him. Dib, did, after all, see past his disguise, and realize the alien hidden behind his master camouflage. I'm not going to be this lonely and lazy while I live on Earth… it will be quite a long time, anyways. Might as well live it out with someone I can stand... Sitting back down in his office chair, he pressed his forefinger to his temples, rubbing the spots to rid himself of the newly forming headache. A small, sincere smile graced his face. The thought of researching something new was making him giddy with excitement; no matter what the topic was, as long as he was researching something.


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