Zim stared at the Dib-worm, mouth wide open at what he had just said. He couldn't believe he had asked such a stupid question!
"What?" Zim asked the Dib, trying to comprehend the subject.
"You're in love with me, aren't you?" Dib asked again.
Both were silent for a moment. Then Zim spoke, "What would ever make you think that, you filthy hyuu-man!?"
"Oh, come on Zim, think about it!" Dib started. "You suddenly blush when I'm around you, and you say that I apparently 'make your squiddily-spooch flop around'." Dib then crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at Zim. "That sounds like love to me."
"Stupid Dib-pig!" was the first thing Zim spat at Dib. "Only Irken defects love! Invaders need no one! Besides, why would I, the amazing ZIM, fall in love with an earth-monkey like you?"
"Well, you did, so why not answer that question?" Dib responded.
Oh, that horrible hyuu-man. Zim opened his mouth to say something in response, but nothing came out. He had no angry thing to shout at the awful Dib-thing. Instead, he just turned around on his heels and walked off the stage, away from the pathetic Dib-worm and walking towards the exit of the auditorium.
"Don't deny it, Zim!" Dib shouted as Zim left. Zim cringed, hating those words that he knew would stick with him. He told himself, 'There is nothing to deny!' in his mind, trying to assure himself that he wasn't in love with anyone, especially the Dib-thing.
As Zim walked into his home/secret base, he was instantly greeted by GIR, who was running in circles around the alien, wearing his green dog suit, and holding up a squirrel that looked like it needed a little more oxygen then it was getting.
"GIR!" Zim snapped at the robot. "What are you doing with that… that hideous creature!?" He pointed at the squirrel.
"Its name is Greg," GIR said softly (but still sounding crazy to Zim) as he pulled the squirrel in for a hug.
"… Greg?" Zim questioned.
GIR nodded. "Just like the TV Man!" it said next, now squeezing the squirrel with excitement. "Just like Greg! JUST LIKE GREG!"
Zim stared at the robot oddly for a brief moment before walking to the couch and sitting down. He had a lot on his mind, especially with Dib's accusation. As if Zim would fall in love with that Earth monkey! Dib must be going crazier than the disgusting school children said he already was.
Zim then realized something. When was the last time he worked on a plan to actually destroy this dirt ball that was somehow a planet?
Zim's hands came up to his head, clutching it as his eyes grew wide. This play was getting too distracting! He then stomped over to the trash can in his kitchen, opening it and jumping inside to head to his evil lair.
How could he let this happen? Taking over the Earth was the first priority, not this ridiculous play! As Zim arrived at his lair, he walked over to a giant computer screen. "Computer!" he shouted. "Send a transmission to the Tallests!"
The computer only bleeped in response. Then the computer screen went fuzzy. The transmission was being sent! Zim sighed as he waited for the Tallests to answer. He needed to ensure them that the mission was going just smoothly, that soon the filthy people of Earth would be begging for mercy from his terrible reign.
The screen remained fuzzy for a few more seconds before turning black. The transmission wasn't answered, yet again! Maybe the Tallests were out in a section of the universe where they couldn't answer transmissions? Was that even possible? Ah, the issue with these calls was becoming more and more frustrating. What if the drone who announced the transmissions to the Tallests was so jealous of Zim's progress that he refused to show them his transmissions? If that was the case, he would get his hands on that stupid drone one day.
Zim's thoughts stopped for a moment. Why did his eyes feel so scratchy? He then realized something major: he never took off his disguise. How could he forget that!? It was normally one of the first things he did when he arrived home! He sighed, trying to forget the frustration he had that was only growing more and more. He then removed the contacts and wig, revealing his red eyes and antennae. He couldn't forget this frustration.
Today was a terrible day. Well, all the days on Earth were horrible, but this one was especially. Dib says that Zim was feeling hyuu-man feelings, which of course were a lie. Why would Zim feel love… for a hyuu-man? The Dib-worm nonetheless.
Zim's frustration was now making him feel sad as opposed to the usual feeling of anger. Dib had said the more he talked about hating it, the slower it went by. Zim couldn't help it. With this play, Dib's love accusations, and his plans for conquering Earth being so delayed, he had to complain.
The next morning, Zim was at the Hi Skool, like he was supposed to be. He was walking to Ms. Bitters' classroom when he saw a note on the closed and locked door that prevented him from entering the classroom. The note read, "Go straight to the auditorium!" Zim felt his eye twitch. Of course it read to him, "Go straight to Hell."
As Zim trudged through the crowded hallway to the auditorium, he noticed the Dib-monkey at his own locker. Oh great. Of course, Zim walked on, hoping not to be noticed by the filthy hyuu-man. He knew he noticed, however, once he heard a locker slam and the slight squeak of the boots Dib wore as he walked.
"Already heading down to the stage, Zim?" Zim heard the Dib-worm's voice taunt him. "I thought you hated this play."
"I do, Dib-stink," Zim answered. "I just want to end this sooner by getting there quickly, starting quickly, and ending quickly. Once this filthy play is done, I will continue my plans to take over your filthy dirt rock of a planet."
"You know, none of your plans every work," Dib responded. "Don't you think that taking over the Earth just might not happen?"
Zim stopped walking and looked at the Dib-worm, who had stopped himself. "It will happen," he simply said then continued walking.
Dib followed and said sarcastically, "Yeah, sure." He then continued in his normal annoying tone of voice, "Are you sure you want to head the auditorium? You'll have to kiss me and act alongside me as my lover."
Zim felt his own face burn with blush. Zim looked at the smirking Dib-worm. "Hell no. I don't want to kiss you, I don't even want to appear to like you in any form, but thanks to this play, I must. Now if you could stop dragging out the torture with the hideous love accusations, that would be delightful, Earth-stink."
Both Zim and Dib continued their walk to the auditorium, almost there. At that moment, however, Zim was horridly beginning to wonder if he was lying to himself.
First person to bring up how long this took gets negative two points.
Also, I really need some new cover-art for this since the old one is like a year old (and looks horrendous). I'll try and get it done soon.
