A kind of double-feature this time around. Though both still technically go together, they can also work on their own. And the second part was mostly written just because I wanted to write some dialogue where Zim is horridly uninformed and kind of stupid. It was also written not only in present tense, which I never ever use, but in an extremely simple fashion, which I have never before attempted due to being a detail-lover. xD
LIFE
There were a lot of things that Dib ended up regretting when it came to Zim. Today had held many of those things, for the simple reason that he was – for once – trying to get along with the alien.
Not because he wanted to, of course. No, it was never because he wanted to that he tried to contain his righteous hatred of the disguised Invader. Today, he was holding it back simply because he had to. Their teacher had threatened them both with a trip to the underground classrooms if they misbehaved, and after the last incident, Dib wasn't exactly keen on visiting them again anytime soon.
Especially not on Game Day.
They only had this day once every couple of months, one of the few breaks from the endless dreary boredom of classwork and tests. It was one of those days where the teacher couldn't be bothered with the exhausting task of dumping loads of useless information onto kids who probably weren't even listening, so instead, she had them get together into pairs and the scattered larger group to make use of stacks upon stacks of old and dust-covered board games.
Of course, as Dib was the most unpopular kid in the skool, the only classmate he could possibly pair up with was Zim, who didn't seem to care all that much. While, unlike Dib, there were a handful of students who didn't mind his company, they were unfortunate in that Zim generally always forgot their names, and in fact only ever remembered about them when it happened to be convenient. And, on Game Day, remembering them was not at all convenient, because on Game Day, he could attempt yet again to prove his superiority over his nemesis.
Sadly, no matter how much he might deny it and claim he was still the higher being, the fact that he was trying and miserably failing to play a game he'd never even heard of before made it all too clear who the true victor was.
LIFE - PART TWO
"Zim wants to be the mountain!"
A sigh of exasperation. "You can't be the mountain, Zim. Pick one of the cars."
"I don't want a stupid car, I want the mountain!"
"Ugh! The...uh...the mountain is less powerful. Yeah. Now just...pick a car!"
"Is there a purple one?"
"Um, no...? There's a red one, though. Or green. I get blue, though." Said firmly, with arms crossed to emphasize that it isn't debatable.
All duly ignored. "Nah, I think Zim shall have the blue."
"You don't even like blue! Take the red!"
Claws scrape on the desktop. "FINE! But Zim gets more fake moniez!"
"It doesn't work like that, Zim. I guess you can be the Banker, though." Cards are shuffled, one given to each player, before the rest of the deck is placed onto the board.
Single pegs are placed into the top of each car piece now in play. "So I get more moniez?"
"Were you even listening? I said no! You just get to be in control of all the other money. Though I'm...probably going to regret that."
The fake money is quickly snatched up. "So does Zim win?"
"NO! We haven't even started!" Tiny houses are placed on the board.
Zim pokes one, knocking it over. "HA! I have destroyed one of your bases!"
"That's not- ...Whatever. Hooray for you." The spinner is flicked, one time each. "You go first."
"ZIM WINS!"
"...No. So, pick; College or Career?"
"Ehn...which one starts out with more moniez?"
"...Uh...you...shouldn't really be asking me. I'm playing to win, you know." Silence, and Zim just stares. "...Career."
Dib expects the response before it comes. "College, then!"
A sly smile. "All right, then. Go ahead and spin." Zim complies for once.
"I got a four. Do I take that many money pieces?"
"No, uh...you move...four spaces. ...That kinda should've been obvious."
"Silence!" A game piece is moved.
"Um, that one's mine."
"BE QUIET!" Dib decides to accept the fate of his game piece. "So, does Zim win yet?"
"...No."
"Can I buy Park Place?"
"That's...not even from the right game."
"Zim should still be able to buy it." A card is drawn.
"I don't think you're supposed to be drawing a card right now." Again, duly ignored.
"Do you have any...ehn...these thingies?" The drawn card is waved.
"Uh...no?"
"Well, then! Go Fish."
"...ZIM. That's the wrong game. And that's not even how you play Go Fish!"
Zim seems uncomfortable, but only for a moment. "Or maybe you just have no idea what you're talking about!"
"...I think we should play a different game."
"You're just upset that Zim is winning!"
"We're still on the first turn!"
Silly Zim! ...Hmm...you know, he'd probably enjoy playing Risk if he could learn the rules properly.
