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Probably you do not know the reason why the last review of knockplease had been sooo amazing. Because it had been like...
Somebody had told you your thoughts you had never imagined you had had them-! So you had something in your subconsciousness your brain did not know anything about it.
That's why I had been thrown out off balance. Naturally I want to thank you again, and I want to add: you are great, really-! :D
Now I have to work... this so hard for me, at the beginning I thought: 'I can't do this, I am unable to redo this fing chap-!' As you can see, finally I manged to finish it-
Author's note: for God's sake, I am not insane-! OMG, I'm 'normal' XD !
You will understand if you are reading the chapter...btw, I cut these comments out here.
Disclaimer:
Nothing except of this crazy idea I own, the rest belongs to JV.
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3. Chapter: "Zim's Promise"
Zim's day after detention
Zim had returned to his base, and his first action inside of it was to take off his stupid disguise - after he had been suposed to wear it nearly the entire time he found out how uncomfortable it was. Years ago, he only used his camouflage among the humans when it had been really necessary. Now, after his life had changed 180 degrees, he wished back into those lovely old days. Because this humiliating disguise was just a real nuisance: his eyes hurt through the contacts, his antennae also waited every day for relief of the wig which pressed them unwillingly down to his head.
Now Zim had almost the same high as Dib (Zim's secret desire, inches still missed) and he looked much more like he would be one of the Tallest than all the other Irken living on earth. Right after they'd been landed, Tallest Red had demanded from Zim to stay in disguise as long they would be here. He had thought that Zim didn´t have any clue, but he was wrong. Zim knew his height made him to a competitor to the Tallest, and that none of the other Irken would be able to decide - like in a vote - which Tallest they wanted to work for. At least the Control Brain would have to decide, and because never three Tallest existed at the same time there was a great chance of annihilating one of them, either Tallest Red, Tallest Purple or Zim.
Plus: Zim had ruined some very important plans of the Empire and also of the Tallest, like "Operation Impending Doom I", not only the Tallest had been angry with him but also some of his fellow Irkens, so it had been maybe for Zim´s own security, too.
And his secret life was only full of deprivation: Zim couldn´t do anything he had done normally, like walk out with Gir in his dog suit - sometimes Gir was so stupid he would show any other Irken Zim was here too, he had to wear his disguise nearly all the time (which his fragile body really refused), and, the worst thing for Zim at all: he gained no respect anymore, because he had to play his role as a 'proper' human High Skool student and was everywhere ignored, at least even by Dib who was the only one who had ever taken care of him; even though they had been enemies for years they had always looked after each other.
A few minutes had passed by till most of his pain had went away and Zim looked out for Gir. He had been sad, not only this 'normal' sadness, but you know these... since he hadn´t been allowed to leave the house at all he couldn´t get his beloved tacos or even go to "Bloatie´s Pizza Hog", and Zim did hard to help him because he hated this "filthy human food" he was unable to eat. He hated it´s dripping with filthy fat, and the dirty places where the humans produced them, ate them, at least because most of the food contended meat - the humans consisted of meat, and all the other animals too, so why did no one make food out of humans? They´d need less place for their animals they made their food of, and also they´d reducing the number of idiots on that rotten place. But no one would ever take advantage of his idea, so Zim did his best to get once a week one of Gir´s favourite food; unfortunately Gir ate much of that stuff, nearly all the time, so it was very hard for Zim to make him happy, and even just for a little while.
Because there seems to be nothing more horrible than a sad robot.
While Zim slowly had begun to understand other people he also began to ask himself questions he had never believed he would ever do.
Of course, sympathy with others would be quite useful as long as he was living among the earthlings, and secretly Zim had hoped to get another chance from his Tallest to conquer the planet. In this case he would use his special skill - Irken didn´t know any feelings beyond anger and rage, and the smeets which had been born with these ability were defective. It wouldn´t make him weaker - he would be able to think like the foe, before the enemy would know what to do Zim would be able to defeat him in an easier way than in the fights soldiers and invaders had been trained in.
So Zim hadn't only learned from Gir, he also began to interest in 'human books' which were, for the high-tech Irken standards, as old as for the humans those paintings in caves of their early ancestors. His new most liked place were now the library, he don´t wanted to spend any earthian money on such out of date knowledge-savers.
There had been just one little thing that books were unable to offer:
practice.
Although Zim had been reading nearly everything his knowledge had been only theoretical. He knew this weakness and tried to learn also practical, but as long as he had to stay silently among the humans without the chance of doing experiments on one or two of them he had - at his momentary state of learnt sympathy - only a little or no chance of going further.
"Damned Empire!"
Zim had taken a lemonade out of his frigde and had sat down on his place on the couch, silently watched by a smiling monkey picture above him. He was still thinking about how he could get out of this situation, but ended up always at the same point, his thoughts seemed to be spinning around and around without any destination till he laid himself down on the couch...
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A little sob.
"MASTAHHHH!"
As nothing happened another sob broke the silence.
"MASTAHHHH! MASTAHHHH! Weike upp no-w!!"
Slowly and drowsy Zim opened his eyes. He had been sleeping for some hours when the little robot had came to him, holding his only and beloved toy - a little pink rubba piggie - tight to his chest, crying heartrending.
"MASTAHHHH!" he cried again, more tears escaped his watery eyes.
Still sleepy Zim got up to find his little comrade burst into tears. "Owww Gir-" said Zim, taking him up to his own chest, "Don´t cry..."
It had been always difficult to soothe him, especially Gir cried
water-like tears since he had began to eat human food which hurt Zim heavy till he had a genuine idea which conquered his mind and made him apparent resistent to the pain. Only a zipper-smile with two glowing rubies in the dim light room could be seen; Zim had remembered his promise.
"Shhhhhh... Everything´s alright..."
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Annotation:
Yay, I'm done-
Probably you wan to know what is going to happen soon but you will have to wait. Yeah, more heavy work for me... but only to imagine the storyline makes it easier to redo everything, the 6th chapter is one of my favourite ones.