A Way With Words
Chapter Three
The next morning, Zim stood outside of the house, gripping his pen tightly. He rolled his plan over in his head once more and moved towards the house.
Once again, he scaled the house and approached the bedroom window. Despite how late in the morning it was, Dib was fast asleep, curled into a ball on the bed.
From a few years of experience of sneaking into Dib's room, Zim knew he was a heavy sleeper. Dib wouldn't wake up even if he fired a cannon. So, Zim rolled through the window and landed with a thud on the floor.
He scrambled to his feet and looked around the room, finally noticing how small it was. It was actually kind of claustrophobic. Anyways, he went to the desk and stared at the top of it, surprised to find no more than one piece of paper.
He uncapped his pen, about to write a note, when he noticed various ridges on the paper. He traced one finger over them. They were words written backwards. He flipped the paper over and found a note, hastily scribbled.
Anyone-
In the last note, I said that it would be the last one. Well, that wasn't true. I recently found out that I can control my body while my alter-ego is sleeping. So, I guess this proves my hypothesis of that I might be able to remember everything. Now I have a new hypothesis: My alter ego would remember who he really is, only if he had something to trigger the memories… Like a piece of equipment or something. Well, anyway, whoever you are, I read your note. My alter-ego didn't notice it. He did remember some things, but he just passed it off as spawn from his imagination. Thanks for the note, though. But 'Z' is what you're calling yourself? Man, what an awful alias. Whatever. I am going to leave a few more of these, read them well.
-Dib
Zim almost laughed. The Dib did remember everything, and the alter-ego had just forgot.
He flipped the paper over and thought of his plan. The majority of it would start at that moment. He pressed the pen to the paper and wrote his own note.
Is 'Z' really an awful alias? It was the most I could write, otherwise I would've been caught. Well, I guess that's what you always wanted, to catch me. I am going to use that hypothesis of yours to trigger your memories, then everything will be back to normal on that pitiful planet you call home. All I need is to know where you keep your paper. This sheet was all I could find.
-Z
Zim recapped his pen and re-read his note. It gave away very little, and that was good. He put the paper underneath the laptop on the desk, where he was sure the real Dib would find it. He then went back out the window, wondering what time the Dib would wake.
Hours later, around eleven at night, Zim returned to the house.
Looking in the window, he found that the Dib was again asleep. Zim found it stupid, how humans spent the majority of their lives sleeping.
He entered for what was sure to be the last time. He picked up the laptop, which he held in one hand, and turned the paper to face him.
Underneath the note he left earlier, there was another note.
I won't trust you with all of my paper, but here is one sheet.
-Dib
Zim groaned. Stupid human. Did the Dib not understand the importance of the matter?
Anyway, he used the paper provided and left a note, or rather a set of instructions.
I have instructions that are important for your continued existence.
You will remember everything
Come to the woods at eight tomorrow morning. It's vague, I know, but just do it.
We will take down those that did this to you
You save your own life by following these
We will be enemies once more
I will tell you the rest when you're there.
-Z
Zim finished writing and placed the paper on top of the laptop, so the alter-ego would read it. The human turned in his sleep and yawned. Dib was awake. Zim would have to leave both quickly and quietly.
In his haste to leave, he knocked over a baseball bat that was leaning against the wall. It fell hard against the wood floor, clattering loudly.
Zim dove out the window, not caring that he almost broke his arm in the process. He stood and flattened himself against the wall. He heard a rustling of bedsheets as the boy clambered out of bed.
"Hello?" Dib's voice called.
Zim found it hard to stay quiet. Almost impossible.
He heard Dib pick the bat up from the ground. He heard a gasp as Dib found the note.
"Come to the woods at eight? I might as well, I need to know who was in my room," Dib stated, "I'll set my alarm for seven,"
Zim heard the boy press a few buttons on his electric alarm clock. He sighed. Now that he knew that Dib was coming, it made everything seem even more under pressure.
He walked back to the voot, clutching the arm that now had two rather large bruises on it. He only had another day to finish this, and there was a lot left to do.
He flew the voot to the woods that were on the outskirts of the town, almost reaching the enormous concrete wall that cased the town in.
He found a clearing with a lake, and landed his ship there. At least GIR would have something to do.
He got out and sat on the ground, leaning against the voot and hugging his knees to his chest. He watched as GIR played around in the water, and a restless sleep soon claimed him.
In the morning, he checked the time. He had a total of ten minutes to remove his disguise. He had been wearing it for the entire mission, and was beginning to bug him.
His contacts were worn from use, and the wig was all screwed up and messy, but he could fix that once that was all over. He stretched and blinked. It felt nice to get out of his disguise.
He heard footsteps coming closer, and faced the lake.
"Okay, who are you and what do you want?" Dib's voice asked.
Zim turned and smirked. Dib's eyes widened, clearly showing the emotion of shock.
Zim looked at his wrist and studied an imaginary watch.
"Reaction in three…two…one," He said, counting down.
He heard a thud and looked up.
Dib was laying on the forest floor, passed out.
Ten minutes later, Zim watched as Dib awoke. Dib stared up at Zim for a few seconds, before groaning and smacking his palm to his forehead.
"Why did it have to be you?" He asked, staring up at the heavens.
He remembered everything, sure.
But he couldn't believe who had come to save him.
prepare for author's note
A/N: Hello! This was awesome. I initially wanted to have Dib and Zim give notes back and forth, but that wouldn't really fit into the parameters of my "three days" thing. Also, I didn't mention the Well, if you like this story, you might find this important: I might not be uploading for about 1.5 weeks, as I am going to go on vacation and I won't have access to a computer for that amount of time. Sorry! I will be writing additional chapters in my notebook, so then I would only have to type, edit and upload them. Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and that you will keep reading, as reading is good for the human brain. Thanks!
~Aerostripe