Frylord Zim Chapter 7
Zim's nerves have been on edge the entire night, not even watching the TV eased him. Every hour he checked the time before going back to what he was doing. He has no idea what was up with the frycook or what his deal was. Zim was sure he didn't do anything bad, at least to his knowledge. With him, it's entirely possible.
The food drone's mind swarmed with possibilities and fears. What if Sizz-lorr found he was more trouble than he is worth, what if he was going to get rid of him? Was Gashloog and Qor here to be his replacement? How dare he! He'll show him! A plan formed in his mind, a smirk spread across his face and a wicked cackle came out of his mouth. Yes, he'll be prepared for Sizz-lorr tomorrow, he won't even know what hit him. The prideful ex-invader went to work for his latest scheme immediately, he didn't have much time until morning.
Morning came and Zim marched to the front of the restaurant. He came early but that's okay, it just gives him time to be prepared. He quickly checked his hidden pocket and there it was; the drill blasters he made an hour ago. The drill blasters were tiny bombs meant to dig into an opponent's skin and explode. Zim doubts that such small explosives could cause much harm to the giant irken but it can possibly stun him and give him an opening. And that was good enough for Zim. He stared intently at the door waiting for a certain someone to come out.
At last Sizz-lorr came. Except he isn't wearing his Frylord uniform. What he wore instead was a tacky, short-sleeved violet shirt, black pants, and sleek purple boots. He didn't wear an apron or his hat, the vents on his shoulders were gone, and he was wearing gloves rather than oven mitts. He was also holding suitcases. His antennas raised in confusion.
"What's going on?"
"I'm going on vacation. And I'm leaving you in charge.",
"Oh, of course, you are- Hey what's over there!", Zim pointed the opposite direction, Sizz-lorr looked away and Zim took the opportunity to throw the drill blasters in the trash next to him. When the Frylord saw nothing he turned back to Zim and scowl.
"Quit playing around Zim. I don't want to come back and find this place in ruins. DO YOU HEAR ME?"
"Of course, my Frylord!", Zim straightened and saluted.
"Good. Now before I leave I want to you show you around the place. Teach you everything there is about running Shloogorgh's properly.", the hefty irken set his suitcases on a table.
"Let's go, we haven't got all day.", Sizz-lorr tugged Zim's collar along with him and Zim found himself being dragged through most of the lesson, and it was very tedious and boring. He can feel his brain rotting every time the Frylord goes into detail about the restaurant issued voot, or the finances, or his routine for now until Sizz-lorr's arrival. It felt like hours but in reality it just under two.
Gashloog and Qor walked out of the kitchen ready for the day and lined up in front of Sizz-lorr and Zim.
"Crew, I'm taking a vacation, Zim will be in charge while I'm gone.", he informed his crew.
"You see this right here?", Sizz-lorr took out a datapad from his shirt pocket. He turned it on showing analytics and graphs, above it, the title read "Shloogorgh's Flavor Monster Productivity".
"This tracks the restaurant's gross income as well as any deductions of profit. Don't think you have free reign of the building, I'm still Frylord and I have the final say.", a yellow taxi cab stopped in front of Shloogorgh's. The Frylord tossed his luggage in the back and climbed into the cab, before closing it he yelled at Zim.
"And you're still not turning this place into a gladiator pit!", the door slammed and the cab flew off fast. Zim whined again. There go his renovation plans.
"What do you wants us to do, Zim?", Gashloog asked his co-worker.
"Huhh…? I'll take the kitchen... Nnnn, you cash register, and Qor you're on cleaning duties!"
"Yes, my substitute Frylord!", Gashloog jumped over the counter.
"Whatever you say, Zim.", the chubby cheeked irken saunter off towards the storage closet. Outside of the building, a line was forming; when Zim opened the door the restaurant filled with people. Zim was sure he can do this. He's Zim after all.
Meanwhile light years away, Sizz-lorr stared out of the window and watched Foodcourtia become nothing more than a dot in the sky. A bit of worry washes over the frycook but he ignored it for the most part. He's not going to sweat about it during vacation, he has ways of monitoring the restaurant if anything happens. He leaned back against the cab seat and sat in silence until he arrived at his destination. It was the planet Vacationia, the #1 vacation spot in the universe. Despite Zim's many, many shortcomings he was certain nothing too bad will happen.
A/N: Phase one complete~ Well not really I still have little more planning and writing to do before Zim has the title of "Frylord". I'm very thankful to all you readers who are sticking this out. Because frankly this is turning into quite the trip.
I wasn't planning on having Sizz-lorr go on vacation so early in the story, but it's already 7 chapters in and I can't think of any more anecdotes surrounding Sizz-lorr and Zim together in Foodcourtia. So early vacation for the grumpy butt. (and don't worry he's not out of the plot for good)
Thank you so much for all the reviews sent my way, and as always, thoughts, ideas, and critiques are welcomed! :D
