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Mona walked with GIR and Micah the rest of the way to her place and she realized she hadn't missed being gone. It looked like it had the last time she was there.
"Yaaaaaaaaaay, TV!" GIR bounded into the room and turned it on to the Angry Monkey Show. She hated that show.
She kneeled in the robot's line of view on purpose and again asked him about his master.
"Master's name was Zim... the Tallest brought him on the biiiiig ship an' they lockeded him up to be killed. Poor Zim," he added sadly. His eyes were upturned and sad, so she gave him a cupcake on the table behind her. He cheered up right away.
"Wait, you said your master's name WAS Zim? So who's your master now?" she asked skeptically.
GIR finished the cupcake, smacking his metal lips noisly, and without an answer, he leapt on her head and hugged her tightly.
"Ack! Get off!" she cried, surprised.
GIR slid off of her and saluted, his eyes a bright red.
"Yes, my master!" he growled obediently.
Both she and Micah stared. Wait a minute... that moment outside, when he had stepped in front of them and said "reporting for duty"... had he been switching his allegiance? Because he believed his previous master to be doomed?
She decided she didn't want to think on anything at all until she'd had a decent shower and change of clothes.
She let the little robot, HER little robot now, she supposed, watch TV and she headed upstairs to take a shower.
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Micah was glad she was okay, and still sarcastic to boot, but he wasn't sure... she hadn't looked all that glad to be home. Ayone who knew her would say she hated this place, that she wanted to leave... he thought she would probably want to leave with the aliens when they left.
He watched her go upstairs, then watched GIR watch TV.
He decided on a little experiment.
"GIR, go give this to my sister, she forgot it," he said commandingly. He picked up something random, (in this case, a dirty towel) and offered it to him.
GIR looked around from his position on the floor and his eyes narrowed, once again glowing red. He jumped up and all manner of rockets, laser turrets and saw blades popped out of his head with a deafening mechanical sound.
"YOU are not my master! YOU are an IMPOSTER!"
Micah hadn't been expecting THAT. Distantly, he felt his bladder let go.
He backed away, but he needn't have worried. It had confirmed two things. One, it seemed GIR had chosen his sister as a new master and two... that stupid little robot was more dangerous than he seemed half the time. At least she had a decent bodyguard now, at any rate.
But he had peed his pants... damn it.
He called up ths stairs.
"HEY, SIS! YOUR STUPID ROBOT MADE ME PISS MY PANTS, SO I'M GONNA HEAD TO MY PLACE AND CHANGE!"
There was a pause and she yelled back.
"HE'S NOT STUPID!"
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She smirked to herself as she undressed. She would never admit it to anyone, but she already liked that insane little malfunctioning SIR unit. He was a lot more personable than the rest of them and he reminded her of a little kid.
Plus the fact that he somehow made her brother pee his pants was just fucking hilarious.
She peeled her underwear and socks off and finally stood naked in her own bedroom, facing the bathroom. She sighed and sat down. She hadn't slept in two days. She was exhausted.
She walked into her bathroom and stared at herself in the full length mirror on the back of the door. She was as usual, a five foot tall human girl with dark hair, bright blue eyes and medium sized boobs. She was rather more curvy than most her size because she had a smaller rib cage and wider hips, but that just meant she was a more alluring caramelldanser, she thought, smiling at her reflection.
Behind her, the dark blue walls were reflected. She had Micah help her paint it years ago, after their mother had died and left the place to her. Shana and Bridget, her 23-year-old twin sisters, lived on their own in an apartment complex across town and her brother Micah, who was only 18, lived in an apartment with some friends.
She stepped into the shower and turned the water on hot, full blast and shivered when it touched her skin. She found herself wondering what one of the Irken's skin felt like, then dismissed the thought.
She rinsed soap onto a sponge and wiped all the sweat and dust awawy, then washed her hair. After she was done with that, she stood there under the hot water for a while longer, lavishing the feel of it running from the crown of her head, down her neck, over her back and down to her ankles. She sighed and shut the water off, feeling clean again.
She wrapped herself in a fluffy beach towel her mother had never deigned to throw away and dried off, then grabbed her pj's and pulled them on over clean undergarnments. She now wore a baggy pair of black and red pants with a thin, well-worn t-shirt-style pajama top that only came down to her ribs, leaving her belly bare. It, too was black, with red sleeves.
She wrung the water out of her long hair and wound it up into a messy, sloppy bun.
"GIR," she called from the top of the stairs.
There were small clanking sounds as GIR stepped into view, his round cyan eyes curious, his expression blank and stupid.
"Wha?"
She made her way down the stairs and into the kitchen. She was starving. She dug in the fridge for leftovers from two nights before and dove into macaroni and cheese with hot dogs. She washed it down with a Diet Poop.
GIR hopped up beside her on the table and began eating with her, stealing all the hot dogs in the process.
"Hey!"
From then on, it was a race; see who could eat the most hot dog slices and leave the pasta behind. In the end, she thought GIR won. His metal face was covered in crusted white cheese and hot dog slime but he looked like he was enjoying himself.
She wiped him off with a nearby dish towel and he stayed still for it, but right after, he giggled insanely and hopped down onto the floor.
"I'M DAAAANCIN' LIKE A MONKEY!! Dance with me, master! Daaance!"
He did an odd little dance, tapping his feet and wiggling his arms, and she laughed and joined in as best she could. In truth, she wasn't a great dancer. What she DID know was made up spur of the moment.
She laughed and sighed, more tired than ever now.
"Ahhh... I'm exhausted, GIR. I think I'm going to bed," she admitted.
GIR stopped dancing and looked up at her with a vague smile on his face.
"Maaster going to sleeeeeeeeep?" he asked sappily.
"Yeah. I'm going to sleep," she replied. She made her way out of the kitchen and back up to her room, shutting the TV off on her way up. She heard GIR following her from behind.
She entered her own room, which had been repainted a toxic-looking purple/red color and was covered in all sorts of posters, she threw her dirty clothes on the floor and climbed under the covers. The moment her head hit the pillow she was asleep.
She didn't know it, but GIR climbed up beside her and watched for a few minutes in duty mode. He was analyzing her capabilities and intelligence, although he knew he wouldn't remember later on. She was more capable than his previous master and could certainly use him more effectively. He would stay with her.
Then whatever vestige of intelligence he had was gone and he was just GIR again.
He climbed up onto the lump on the bed and fell asleep himself, putting himself in sleep mode to do so. He was laying on her stomach.
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Zim wasn't feeling so good.
Whether it was from lack of food for such a long time or stress, he didn't feel very good.
He told the stupid guards outside his cell but they merely glanced the other way and kept talking, ignoring him.
They were talking about some human.
He listened.
"Yeah, I heard one of the Tallest brought her on board and she fixed the air conditioning system down in the labs," said the one with green eyes.
"About time someone did, they;ve been complaining for ages now," replied the red-eyed one.
So there was a human on the ship and she was fixing things... the tallest had brought her on board? Ridiculous! No human pig filthy could fix superior Irken technology!
"Where is she now? She's usually talking up a storm with someone or other," asked the geen eyed one.
Red-Eyes shruggeed, wiggling one antennae back and forth in an "I-don't-know" gesture.
"Lork said she asked him for directions to the outside of the ship. Said he watched her go through one of the windows. Apparently, she walekd off The Massive and into the city with another human and a SIR unit with blue eyes," replied Red-eyes.
Zim froze. There was only one SIR unit he knew of who had blue eyes.
GIR!
Either someone stole him and corrupted him or GIR had decided to leave Zim for dead, like everyone else on The Massive.
Zim slumped against the wall and was almost as surprised as he was sad when he felt a tear slide down his cheek. Who would ever have thought that the loss of that horrible evil minion would make him cry?
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Awww, Zim is sad cause he thinks GIR hates him or something... like I said, sorry for the not being here, but y'know... been away for awhile.
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