"You know, I feel I should just let you know-" "Yes yes, you hate me. I get it" Zim continued scribbling on his tablet and I frowned. "No- well, I do, but that's besides the point. I have to pee" I groaned, tapping my foot impatiently. The irken gave a mildly surprised glance then scowled. "Then hold it. COMPUTER" He suddenly yelped, making my eye twitch. "Yess…?" I squinted at the monotonous response, wondering briefly if the computer was ALWAYS this depressed. "BrinG ME THE- WHAT THE?!" my head snapped in the direction of Zim, eyes widened with minor concern as he let out a shriek and suddenly bolted across the room. I blinked, glancing at my restraints before casually slipping them off and pushing to my feet.

"Hey computer?" I looked at the ceiling as if I might find a robot up there. Nope. Just Gir climbing through the rafts to stash more meat. I blinked as he crawled past, giggling innocently. "I'm not supposed to talk to you" It sighed. "I know I know, But I've really gotta pee. Can you just… maybe point me in the direction to the nearest bathroom? Zim does have a bathroom right?" A long pause of silence filled the air, only interrupted by a few screams of terror and clanking metals and drill sounds in the next room over. "There's a toilet in the kitchen. But it's not really functional…" I face palmed. Of course Zim would have a toilet that doesn't even work. I took a deep breath, crossing my arms and staring at the floor in thought. "If I promise to come back can I run somewhere with a bathroom and pee?" I asked, glancing up hopefully.

A long sigh filled the air. "I guess so" I grinned eagerly, jogging to the nearest elevator and ascending to the house as quickly as possible. Once in the living room I paused, cringing upon spotting the herd of live pigs all mucking around in their own poop. MAn. It'd been awhile since Zim'd been up here if there were pigs walking around in dookie. I plugged my nose, took a quick breath, and weaved past as many as I could. I was barefoot. There was a lot of risk. If I stepped in any dookie it'd all be over. I gnawed my lower lip as I neared the door, stepping over another pile and grimacing when my foot squished under another fresh pile. I let out a squeak, eyes watering as I finally caved and sprinted out the door.

Keep in mind that I was still adorning Zim's very fashionable operating dress, with long white hair and no shoes- tracking literal shit on my left foot. I looked like an escaped freak from a lab. It was noticeable. If I wanted to make it home in one piece to pee, I'd have to sprint or risk getting stopped by a cop or something. It was mid day. Okay. I had this. Most officers spent this time of day at the nearest donut shop. I should be fine. I broke into a dead sprint, feeling my bladder jiggle in protest as I rounded a corner and made my way home.

…

"Ahhh…. Much better" I sighed as I shut the door to my bathroom behind me. "Now clothes" I slid my closet door open, swiping through hangars until I found a nice sweater with a low collar. I tossed it on my bed and dug into my drawers for underwear and a pair of torn jeans. Once fully clothed it dawned upon me: Zim had my boots. MY FAVORITE AND ONLY PAIR OF COMBAT BOOTS. I growled, slipping on a pair of long forgotten flats. "nOPE" I immediately kicked them off, deciding I'd rather go barefoot than wear the stupid shoes- "Shit… literally" I held up a flat, glaring at the dookie residue lacing the sides. Most of it had rubbed off while running, but the sides still had crap. I tossed the shoe into my waste basket, carefully making my way back into the bathroom and slipping my feet into my tub. I turned on the warm water, shivering slightly as the initial cold water splashed my feet. I grabbed some soap and grumpily scrubbed away until my feet smelled like lavender, then swiped a towel off the rack to dry them.

I was glad to be home, but now that the pee problem was out of the way and I could think clearly, I really had to ask myself if I was going back or not. I mean, I didn't want to. But Dib was still there, and I needed Zim to fix my hair. I tapped my chin. This was a tough one.

….

I had shown up to school even though the day was half way over by now and I was barefoot. I bet you're wondering why. Well, I tried sitting at home but then this nagging feeling started tugging at me. I got a little anxious, then very anxious, then I just rage quit and decided school would keep me busy. And you might also be wondering, but let me just say it, no. No one had noticed my bare feet. Not at all. So I sat, hunched over my desk and staring out the window patiently. I'd picked up a week's worth of homework before class- and yeah I should've been working on it. Buuuuttttt…. I didn't want to. I didn't want to work, or listen to music, or draw, or even talk to the girl who kept smiling at me and offering me notes. She did seem nice though.

All I wanted to do, was stare at the squirrel perched firmly in between two branches. It seemed neat. And it'd been there a while…"Maybe I should've gone back…" I mused, playing with a strand of my bright hair and wondering briefly if that was the reason people kept staring at me. ….Probably. I glanced at the clock and frowned. 2:58 P.M. It was really starting to seem as if I'd made the wrong choice in returning to school instead of Zim's place. His computer was probably wondering where I was by now- "AHA!" I perked, brows raised as Zim kicked open the door. "YOU DARE THINK YOU COULD POSSIBLY ESCAPE ME? ZIM?" He screeched, earning frowns from the entire class. "Actually I was just thinking of coming back- look at how much homework I have" I gestured to the stack, but Zim ignored me.

"YOUR PLAN TO FILL MY HOME WITH- ER ER ER-" He made a face and shook his head in disgust- "LIVESTOCK- COULD NEVER HAVE STOPPED ME! ZIM!" I blinked. "I think that was Gir actually-" "STUPID FILTHY HYOOMAN" His voice went up an octave and I cringed. "Could you two take this outside?" The teacher looked up from his magazine and I raised a brow. This… This couldn't be normal could it? I glanced around. Oh my glob it was! The entire class had returned their attention to their work- was this what Dib did with Zim on a daily basis? Seriously? And what was worse- HE WAS DRAGGING ME INTO THAT NORM. I pushed to my feet, angrily walking past Zim and grabbing his collar, ignoring his kicks and screams of protest.

Once we reached the hall I threw him against the locker, crossing my arms and glaring. He opened his mouth to protest but I held up a single finger to shush him. "Listen Zim, I've done nothing but humor you since the day we met- but you're by fAR- THE WORST FRIEND I'VE EVER HAD- HELL YOU AREN'T EVEN MY FRIEND- YOU'RE JUST A STUPID DUMMY WITH A KNACK FOR PISSING PEOPLE OFF!" I threw my arms up exasperatedly, glaring through his shock. "I HELP YA GET A STUPID SCIENCE THING, YOU TRY AND KILL ME. I DON'T TELL ANYONE YOU'RE AN ALIEN AND COVER FOR YOUR BUTT WHEN YOUR STUPID LEADER CALLS, AND YOU KIDNAP ME" He put his claw up to protest. "HONESTLY, I'M JUST NOT SURE IF I WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU. I MEAN, I CAN HANDLE THE WHITE HAIR, BECAUSE I'M OWNING IT, BUT IF YOU EXPECT TO JUST STEAL MY FAVORITE BOOTS, SCREAM AT ME IN CLASS, AND ACT LIKE I'M SOME KINDA TEST DUMMY, AND GET AWAY WITH IT, THEN IMMA KICK YOUR ASS" I finished, leaning in inches away from his face. His shock quickly molded into anger and he sneered at me. I waited for a moment for his response, but something strange came over me and suddenly I felt exhausted. He crossed his arms and smirked and it dawned upon me. He had multiple chances to put anything he wanted in my body, including knock out drugs… and he did.

"Oh you sonova Bit- " THUD.

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OKay SO, THERE'S A MOVIE? COMING OUT? SOON-ish? I'M LEGIT STILL SOBBING TEARS OF JOY AND IT'S BEEN DAYS. I HAD LEGIT NO MOTIVATION FOR THIS STORY AND IT JUST SLAPPED ME AFTER I LISTENED TO THE AUDIO TEASER. I'M EVEN LEARNING HOW TO DRAW ZIM NOW LIKE MY WHOLE LIFE, HAS LED UP TO THIS. I"M SO HYPE NOTHING COULD EVER RUIN IT. OKAY, so,

all of that aside, special thanks to Katie omnomnom for coming back around to read this mess of a story AGAIN. You da real MVP ouo Stick in there friend, 's gonna be a wild ride. (When will I stop ending chapters with her getting knocked out? I dunno. But she's kinda getting used to it. She has very few fucks left to give heh)

Also, thinking about writing another fic w/o any OC inserts. I've got an idea for an AU that might be HILARIOUS. whaddya guys think? Worth a shot? Anywways, leave a review and let me know what you think! Until next time~ -V117