A.N: number 3, just because i was bored. it w-wasnt because of your r-reviews or anything, b-baka senpai-sama-sans! o/n/u
(Fingers does an excellent impression on the typical tsundere schoolgirl. Look at her go.)
Also the way my readers' explain their theories from last chap is just really super cool, okay. It makes my '3 hour thing' look like a... a really lame thing. You guys are rockin okay, keep being awesome and stuff. *double pistons and a wink
This is the part where: GIR is somewhat sorta 'fabulous' and Zim prepares for some serious screwing. *winkwonk*
Zim hissed instinctively and rolled onto his PAK to face his attacker, ready to draw in his legs and give the aforementioned assailant a mighty kick to the torso. What he didn't expect was being choked to death by a fierce hug around his neck from his small assistant in disguise, GIR. The little green doggie was wailing and hugging Zim with his rocket boots still functioning, causing Zim to be dragged across the street on his PAK.
"Master! Master, please come home! There are ghosties in the house! Where have you beeeeen!?" GIR continued to bawl, grabbing and clutching at Zim's uniform with his stubby little paws. The loud commotion GIR was making didn't fail to attract attention from a few house residents along the street, including a few humans out for a walk in the middle of the night. Zim started to panic, he needed to calm his shrieking 'pet' down before even more of these people drew their curtains or opened their doors to check out what the fuss out on the street is all about.
He quickly grabbed GIR by the collar and dragged him away into a cluster of shrubs, rockets and all. Hidden from inquisitive eyes, he patted the small robot's face, albeit somewhat forcefully until he stopped howling and was giggling at his Master's antics. "I'm a pancake!" GIR stretched his doggie mask by the cheeks, grinning widely. Zim rolled his eyes and glanced at the humans to see if they were still gathered around. Most of them have already retreated back into their homes, satisfied that their evening was no longer interrupted by a green kid with his agitated dog.
The alien decided that his spying session with Dib will have to be postponed for now, with GIR's presence it would be impossible because he would have to stop every five seconds to make sure that the insane android wasn't destroying the neighborhood in pursuit of a squirrel or climbing into somebody's window to watch TV. He got out a leash from his PAK and put it on GIR. Whistling quietly, he emerged from the bushes and continued on his way towards his home-base, GIR right beside him floating along.
Unfortunately his rockets malfunctioned when he crashed into Zim and needed a bit of tweaking if they were to be turned off. Fortunately it was night time, nearing about one o'clock, Zim guessed. Any humans he just happened to meet that night didn't seem to be interested in the strange phenomenon of the hovering dog, brushing it off as some sort of fancy fashion trend for pets.
Eventually he reached his comical-looking house with the eerie guard-gnomes scattered about the lawn and went inside. He immediately took off his uncomfortable wig and contacts and threw them on the floor, scratching his antennae and was glad of being free from the itchy confines of his disguise. GIR unzipped his suit and left it on the floor like he always did. He floated over to the couch but before he could set fire to it, Zim grabbed him by the arm and hauled him off to the underground labs so he could fix his rocket boots.
After repairing the damage and leaving GIR to sit in his spot watching his 'favourite' show, he took out his binoculars and transferred the recording he had from earlier to the computer to be archived into a new file with the name 'DIBSTINK FEELS' as the title. He also added a few details and additional information about what he saw and observed.
Satisfied with his progress, Zim gleefully begins to plan another experiment he would like to try on the Dib-human the next day at Skool.
Dib barged in through his front door and quickly shut it, locking it securely. He leaned on the door trying to regain his breath that was coming out in pants after being chased all the way from Skool by Zim. Gaz looked up briefly from the couch and noted the presence of her brother before going back to her game, punching the buttons and moving the control stick to kill the last of the vampire piggies to proceed to the next level. Oh hey, a bonus level. Cool.
Dib finally calmed down and peered out the window to see if Zim was there. Thankfully there was no sign at all of his pursuer. Maybe he just gave up and went back home. The boy finally took a deep breath of relief and shuddered when he recalled the events that happened that morning...
It all started out normal, with Ms. Bitters asking the students to present their findings concerning the topic she gave two weeks ago in front of the class, three pitiful doomed students at a time. Dib, who completely forgot about the assignment because of his 'duty to protect planet Earth' as he insisted, was hung upside down by his legs at the back of the classroom where artwork and pictures drawn by students were usually hung up for display. Unfortunately so was Zim. He knew the reason why Zim didn't do his assignment, obviously.
"Too busy planning the end of the world to finish your homework, alien scum?" he spat at Zim who was holding on to his wig right next to him.
"I could say the same about you, puny worm-baby," Zim narrowed his eyes, still holding on to his wig as he spoke. "I was simply busy being normal and doing human stuff for the past two weeks, unlike you. Playing with imaginary ghosts and aliens, I assume?" he mocked.
"Hey! They're not imaginary! Ghosts and aliens do exist! You're an alien yourself, Space Boy, and don't try to deny it when it's pretty obvious that-!"
"DIB! Quiet back there, I can't hear these awful students over your ruckus!" Ms. Bitters snapped from behind her desk, her glasses glinting intimidatingly at Dib. "Sorry, Ms. Bitters," Dib responded. Trying to pay attention to the presentations, which was impossible since there were like three students rambling at the same time, he didn't notice when Zim had gotten closer, scooting nearer bit by bit. It wasn't until he caught something moving out of the corner of his eye did he notice that Zim was right next to him, holding what looked like a huge screw with a picture of a yellow smiley on top, a menacing look on his face as he adjusted his aim.
Dib gave a yell and dodged when Zim swung at him with the screw, aiming for his large head. He grabbed at the- whatever Zim was holding and tried to unlatch the Irken's grip on the object. Whatever it was, it was not going to end up jutting out of his head. He was sure that was the purpose of that thing. Zim shrieked and clawed at Dib's hand, accidentally pressing a button that made it activate. The screw immediately whirred to life and the two instantly let go lest risk their skin being ripped clean off.
The screw landed on some poor kid's head and buried itself deep into his skull, turning off automatically once it was half-submerged into his brain. The kid screamed in pain before he blacked out completely, only to wake up, sit up straight a few moments later with a huge smile on his face, giggling the whole time. "No! That was my prototype!" Zim had yelped in dismay.
"Hahaha! That's what happens when you try to sneak attack the savior of Earth, Zim!" Dib yelled out triumphantly. "DIB! BE QUIET OR IT'S THE UNDERGROUND DETENTION ROOM FOR YOU!" Ms. Bitters slammed her hands on her desk and glared at him. Dib nodded understandingly, grimacing on the inside when he heard Zim chuckling to himself. Oh I'll get you back for that, Space Boy.
The rest of class went undisturbed, though Dib had to put up with the occasional poke or shove from Zim who was obviously trying to get him to shout or yell. As for recess... well, he can't say it wasn't uneventful. He was already seated at his usual spot next to Gaz poking at what seemed to resemble tiny little kitten paws but oh well. Lunch was lunch. It was either that or spaghetti with pure dookie-looking sauce. Just as he was lifting the spoon towards his mouth, a boot kicked the spoon out of his hand. Zim.
Dib looked up just in time to avoid yet another screw from being jammed into his head by ducking underneath the table. Gaz looked up nonchalantly and sneered. Maybe in a moment, she decided. Zim grabbed the pointy bit of Dib's hair that was poking out from underneath the table and heaved him onto the table top, slamming a boot down on his chest, cackling maniacally. Dib glimpsed the top of the screw just before Zim pointed it between his eyes; a red frowning one this time.
He screwed his eyes shut and braced for the worst but instead of feeling his own skin being penetrated he heard Zim's shrill scream and a dull thud. He opened his eyes and, glancing about, saw that Zim was rolling on the floor crying out in pain with pieces of Dib's lunch stuck to his meat-sensitive skin, clawing at his face trying to get rid of them. He looked over at Gaz who was chewing a kitten paw herself, smirking just a tiny bit at Zim's agony. She raised an eyebrow at Dib and walked away, fingers still tapping away on the Game Slave II, Zim's enormous screw strapped to her back with spaghetti.
"Thanks, Gaz!" Dib managed to say before being choked from behind by his alien 'friend' and pulled to the floor.
Things repeated themselves over and over, only in different scenarios and with different screws. In the toilet; an orange grinning one, on the school courtyard during gym; a purple sad one, and last but definitely not least, during his whole run from the Skool to the safety of his house (with detours here and there, mind you); an extra large, extra sharp blue one with a face that resembles a dead fish. Zim claimed that he made the last one extra special and he was lucky he even escaped, that thing was huge!
Still, Dib never figured out what those screws did, and other than the incident where that kid sitting at the back of the class (Nick, he thinks his name was) accidentally got one protruding from his head, he settled with the theory that they must have some sort of mind-control thing going on. Tired and hungry from his escape and missing lunch, he trotted over to the kitchen, got out a sandwich and chewed on it on his way to his room. He was licking his fingers by the time he reached his bedroom door.
Then he spent the rest of the evening doing what professional paranormal investigators do; research!
Once again, he didn't notice a pair of eyes watching his every move from the window, calm and calculating.
A.N: i swear every chapter gets longer than the one before, i cant stop myself from adding unimportant details D: as usual, feel free to point out any mistakes in my story
ive decided to make this a little fun fic where Zim does stuff and Dib suspects something and they take a long ass time to get together in the end so whooo. fun times ahead everybody. this is gonna be dragged out forever ; v ;"
also if any of you have any fun ideas to pitch in for the story, such as Zims experiments, id be glad to accept any ones that are interesting. u v u
another also i don't see Gaz as someone who would abuse her brother and attempt to murder him at every chance she gets. yeah hes a pain and talks way too much but unless he does something to really piss her off then shes pretty chill. they sit next to each other every recess for fricks sake, do you not see these tiny sibling moments? /flings confetti angrily at over misinterpretations