Alright, I'm sure you guys want to kill me (or maybe you could really care less), but I finally have an update for you! So, go ahead and read. NOW!
Zim gasped for breath as his lungs collapsed. This is it. There's no way I can survive. I did it. I'm dead.
Gir skipped through the streets towards his Earth home so that he could greet Zim when he got back from school. Upon seeing the lop-sided house in view he charged full speed at the poor, defenseless door, smashing straight through it amidst a cloud of wooden shrapnel.
"Now I just gotta wait for Master to get back!" With that said, Gir began to stare blankly at the hole where the door used to be.
After a few seconds, the house intervened "Actually, Gir, he has already returned. You'll find him in the kitchen. I think he's taking a nap."
"Okeeeeeeee-dokeeeeeeeeee!" Gir charged into the kitchen much like he charged into the front door, but this time he stopped himself by tripping and skidding on his metal butt across the floor only to stop right beside Zim's body.
"MASTER!"
There was no reply.
"Master?"
Still, Gir received no reply.
"Master, wake up. I wanna give you a BIIIIIIIIIG hug."
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"Poke... Poke, poke, poke, pokepokepokePOKEPOKEPOKEPOKE!"
The force of Gir's poking shifted Zim's body and made his head flop limply to the side.
"Master...?" Gir was on the verge of tears. "Why won't you wake up?"
After watching Gir race off, Dib sat for a while, dumbfounded and contemplated what he had just heard.
Zim doesn't have any new plans. Not only that, but he's sad? Of all things for a psychotic alien to be, that has to be one of the least likely. I mean, really! What does he have to be sad about? He has all that cool alien technology! And obviously his species consider him pretty important if they sent him to destroy Earth instead of some other lame planet! Although, he still hasn't managed to destroy Earth despite all of the alien technology and it has been a while, all thanks to me, DIB! I guess he could be sad about that... Wait! What if this was all just an elaborate plot to distract me from finding out what he's really planning!
"Haha, they won't fool me! I'm heading over there right now to tell Zim that he won't beat me that easily."
With a haughty smile, Dib strode from his room and down the stairs.
"Hi there son! Where are you off to?" Of course Professor Membrane would be sitting by the front door.
"Oh, well... The usual..." He said, the smile dying on his face.
"*Sigh* I had been hoping you where going to go apologize to you shiny friend... Oh, well. Have fun 'saving the world!'"
Dib bowed his head and rushed out of the house before he had to feel the full blow of his father's disappointment.
It wasn't long before he was on Zim's street and it wasn't much long after that that he saw the remains of the front door.
A thrill ran through Dib. Was it excitement, fear, worry...? He didn't waste time trying to figure out. He ran through the doorway, and, when he didn't see anyone in the living room, he quickly proceded to the kitchen.
Quite a scene met him upon entering the kitchen. First, his eyes fell upon what looked like a large metal insect lying on the table, and he recognized to be the PAK that Zim always had on his back. Next, his eyes fell upon the robot who appeared to be crying. And finally, Dib's eyes fell on the body of Zim. His normally green skin was now pasty and sickly. He didn't seem to be moving either. He's not even breathing...
Dib gasped, catching the robot's attention.
"*Sniff* Do you know why Master won't wake up?"
"I, uh... No, um, but..." Think, Dib, THINK! What could have done this? Well, there don't seem to be any abrasions on his body, so he wasn't wounded, and that school food isn't that dangerous until swallowed... The only thing that's different is that he isn't wearing... his PAK.
"Robot! What is the significance of this PAK?"
"Oh, that thing? It's like Master's brain or something."
"We need to put it back on now! Flip him over!"
Gir did as he was told, and as soon as Zim's back was exposed, Dib slapped the PAK on it. The PAK refused itself quickly.
When Zim didn't immediately show any signs of improving, Dib began to get worried. What if he was too late? What if Zim were really dead? Why should it even matter?
While thoughts were rampaging in Dib's brain, Zim gave off a faint cough after the PAK sent a shock through his body. That distracted Dib from his thoughts.
"MASTER!"
"ZIM!"
"Geez." Zim said, putting a hand to his head. "Why is the afterworld so noisy?"
"Uh, Master, I thought this place was called Earth, not Afterworld?"
Zim's shot up in a flash, eyes flickering around the room.
"I'm alive?"
"Of course you're alive!" Dib snapped at him.
"YOU! You have foiled me again! I have even failed at dying..." Zim's shoulders drooped.
Well, it looks like I was right about what he was sad about, Dib thought to himself. Man, I really can't stand seeing him upset like this. Time to take measures into my own hands.
"*Sigh* Don't look so glum, Zim! Everybody messes up!"
Zim gave him a look like he thought Dib was lying, but there was hope in his solid pink eyes, so Dib decided he was on the right path.
"Seriously! Let me tell you a story, a story about a boy named Dib."
So, was it worth the wait? (I'm betting that it wasn't) Please review! And you can plan on an epilogue in the future (hopefully the near future, but knowing me...)
