Alrighty, real quick before you start reading, I just wanted to say thanks for the support, I know I'm probably not the best at writing right now but it really means a lot that you guys take the time to read my work. So again, thank you guys. Also the rating has changed from T to M due to some suggestive themes and verbal hints of sexual themes and that's it. So yea...you can start readin now...
Chapter 8: Friends?
"Ugh… Whe-where am I? Why is it so dark?" The pitch black room echoed as Zim got up on his feet, It was cold and dark but. 'Why does this place seem so familiar?' He thought to himself as he took a few steps forward. After glancing around the room a strange marking on the floor caught his attention. It was a huge triangle like figure with giant L's coming out of the top. "Funny, it almost looks like… Wait!' Zim was instantly blinded by the lights that shattered every inch of darkness and what followed afterwards was almost deafening. A thunderous applause from thousands of Irkens, all cheering and whistling as they stared at Zim.
"Defective Invader Zim!" A rather familiar voice broke through the ocean of noise. Tallest Red, and by his side was a rather distraught looking Purple. In the middle were three humongous magenta colored Control Brains, with pink glowing eyes. "By demand of the Almighty Control Brains, you are hereby sentenced… to death!" Red narrowed his eyes and growled as the room was filled with cheers once again.
Zim look dumbfounded, this wasn't right at all. "Bu-But I haven't had my trial yet!"
Red paused for a second before laughing… like a total maniac. "Hahaha. Oh, Zim. A defect like you doesn't deserve a trial. You're a laughing stock, a disgrace to all Irken kind, you... are nothing." Red raised a laser pistol from out of nowhere and pulls the trigger, plunging Zim into pure darkness.
…
"Zim, get up."
"What? …Wh-who's there? Why can't I move!"
"I said, Get. Up."
!SMACK!
Zim awoke to the sight of his history teacher, Mr. Poor, who had slapped a meter stick onto Zims desk, jerking him awake. All around him he could hear giggles and snickering as the teacher glared at him. "Zim, since you are so obviously paying attention. Why was the Battle of the Marne, such a turning point in World War One?"
Zim stared blankly at Mr. Poor as he didn't really know the answer. "Idontknow…"
"I'm sorry Zim, I'm afraid you'll need to speak up."
"I… I don't know." Zim deterred his gaze from Mr. Poor in favor of looking elsewhere. The teacher shook his head and scoffed before turning his attention to a student who had his hand raised in the back. "Yes, in the back?"
The student lowered his hand before speaking in a somewhat somnolent voice with an annoyed tone. "The Battle of the Marne was a major turning point because of the huge german army advances."
"Yes! That is absolutely correct. Now see here Zim? That boy there has only been here for 3 months and he's doing mighty fine." Zim scoffed and placed his elbow on the surface of his desk, attempting to return to his thoughts. "Now, back to the lesson. The Allies were under so much pressure that they were forced to retreat back into paris thus causing the german army to gain a very uncomfortable amount of ground and therfo-... Zim!"
Zim jumped in his seat and scowled at Mr. Poor, who did not look very happy. Just as he was about to tune out his teachers insult, his head started to spin and everything became disoriented. Mr. Poor however, proceeded to direct the classes attention at the awkward space boy. "Class we seem to have a… Defective, in the room today."
Zims eyes widened in fear as Mr. Poor's complexion became slightly… greener? 'What the- This can't be happening!' Zim proceeded to turn around and look at the rest of his class. They were all Irkens, laughing and sharing jokes about him, Zim turned his attention to Mr. Poor and his heart went still. Tallest Red stood there with a malicious grin.
"Zim!" The sound of Reds voice was like poison as it pierced through his thoughts. "For christs sake! Can't you do anything right?" After shaking his head a few times Zim was able to collect himself, and stare directly at Mr. Poor who was now fuming. "Zim! I have just about had it with you, If you could learn to pay attention every once and awhile maybe you'd actually gain my respect. This is why you're such a failure!"
Zim finally snapped. Standing up he quickly and swiftly snatched the meter stick from his teacher, broke it over his knee and tossed one piece aside while pointing the other at Mr. Poor. "Funny, but it seems like your father units' sexual protection was a failure as well." (A/N: XD) Zim then threw the other piece aside and stormed out of the classroom, leaving it full of students who began talking amongst themselves about the events that had just unfolded. Mr. Poor was dumbstruck and leaning against his desk in a panic, until he finally found his voice. "T-that's a detention Zim! Ya hear?" Zim did hear, but kept on walking, he kicked open the front doors of the High Skool, ignoring the janitors judgement. 'I've had enough of today.' Zim thought to himself as he proceeded down the sidewalk towards his house.
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Lunchtime, the hour where the cafeteria floods with chattering students and on rare occasions, includes a few fistfights. However, today it mainly consisted of gossip, such as boys talking about their sports achievements and girls talking about the guys they've hit on, subjects Dib was forced to listen to as he waited in line for his lunch. He reached the salad bar which also had a selection of fruits and grabbed a tray to begin collecting a shmorgishborg of food. When he reached the main servers he greeted them kindly and they mumbled something in return as they began to serve him. He couldn't quite understand what they had said so he just dropped it. One of the haggard lunch ladies lifted up a pot of mashed potatoes and scooped them onto his tray, while the other placed a slab of meat using tongs.
Dib immediately left towards his table but stopped when he realized that Zim wasn't there. Gaz seemed to notice this as well, due to her constantly looking around hoping to spot him. As he continued he slowed his walk to a slight waddle when he heard Zims name being said from a table to his right, which consisted mostly of snobby popular kids. It had been a lot harder for Dib to keep tabs on the alien due to the fact that they were almost never in the same classes anymore, but he had a gut feeling that something bad may have happened. He finally reached his table and sat down with a face of bewilderment, whatever Zim had done was now being spread about through the school like wildfire. Almost every table was talking about it now with looks of horror, fear and… arousal? 'What the hell is wrong with this place?' Dib thought to himself. Even Gaz was a little disturbed due to the context of the 'rumor', whatever that spaceboy had done, it sounded pretty vulgar.
"What do you think happened Gaz?"
"Huh? Oh, Uhm I'm not sure. I haven't really heard too much about it."
The two were then pulled from their thoughts by Zita who sat herself down right next to Gaz. For anyone else it would have been a death wish, but Zita showed a little more competence than most of the other kids here and Gaz greatly appreciated that she wasn't the only one, so she allowed it.
"Heya Gaz." Zita then looks over to Dib, who smiles and chuckles nervously "Sup crazy… anyway, Gaz! Did you hear about what happened?
"Only small portions really… what did happen?" Gaz questioned with a little bit of caution.
Zita showed a naughty smile before going full gossip mode. "Oh my god. So get this, Zim had a fit during class!"
Befuddled by the statement Gaz looked over to her brother who was obviously just as confused. "Uhm, isn't that like a norm for Zim? I mean he doesn't do it as much as he used to, but you know."
Zita then showed another smile before shutting her eyes tightly and taking a deep breath. She opened her eyes and began to serve the 'tea'. "Ok, so. It wasn't just one of his normal tantrum thingies, he literally looked like he was about to skewer Mr. Poor, and if I'm being a hundred percent honest. It was hot as fuck!"
Dib began to choke on his milk while Gaz continued to dig for info. "Firstly, that's a little too much info and I think you need help. Secondly, that doesn't sound like Zim at all."
"It didn't seem like him at all either, he looked a little messed up. Like he was about to pass out or something, but that wouldn't keep me from getting any." Zita giggled wickedly.
Dib slammed his head onto the table as Gaz widened her eyes and looked away. "I'm just saying, you know. If Dib is right about Zim being a freak from space, What if he's bigger than average?" Zita began to laugh while both Dib and Gaz had their eyes widened in pure shock, both for completely different reasons. Before Gaz could say anything else she felt Zita's shoulder bump into hers. "But I know that you're already going for it, so I'll be nice and let ya have him." Zita winked and then retreated back to her table ignoring the flustered Gaz and grassed out Dib, who had probably just heard a little more than he was supposed to.
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POW
The room was wide and very open with bright white floors, walls and lights and a single punching bag hanging in the middle. In front of it was Zim who had changed out of his clothes and was now wearing a white tank top with black sweats. Every impact Zim made with the large sack caused an echo that shook the room.
POW POW POW
He unleashed combo after combo, haymaker after haymaker, just in an attempt to process what in the Irkenly fuck had just happened. The more Zim thought about it, the more distressed he became. 'What on Irk happened to me? I don't understand'.
POW POW
Zim landed one more punch before leaving his fist plastered against the massive obstacle. 'Why does this happen to me? Shit always happens to me, like my life is some kind of fucking game! Zims anger was immeasurable and he began to hyperventilate with hatred the more he thought of how much of a joke his previous life was. "RRRRAAAAGGGHHHHHH!" Zim finally screamed with anger as he delivered a flurry of fists towards the bag.
POW POW POW POW
CRUNCH
Zim stood motionless as he stared at his fist which had pierced through the outer layer and was now spewing sand all over the floor. He pulled his fist out with a scowl and shuffled over to a table which was placed in between a set of lockers and a large cabinet. Ajax spoke up as Zim began to un wrap the banding on his hands.
"Master, should I ready another bag?"
"No, I'm done for now."
"Good, because that was the fifth punching bag you've destroyed in just under an hour." Ajax snapped back as one of his tentacles grabbed the bag and tossed it across the room with the other decimated gym items. Zim finished unwrapping both his hands and threw the banding aside, he then pulled off his tank top and tossed it in a bin. He proceeded towards the cleansing chamber and stood in silence as the machine sprayed his bare body with Vecxan Mist, a disinfectant produced by the meekrobians and highly used by the Irkens, mostly due to the fact that it wasn't liquid based and was really just an absorbent powder. Zim stepped out and wiped himself down with a towel. Wrapping it around his waist he headed back upstairs curious to see what Gir was doing, he'd been awfully quiet the entire time.
Zim reached the living room and froze at the realization that Gir wasn't alone. Laying on the floor next to his mischievous robot, was the boy from Mr. Poors' class. He was in dark blue jeans that had a few chains strung across the pocket on his right and had a black leather belt around his waist with small silver skull buckle. The black hoodie he wore was completely zipped up but Zim could see just a fraction of what appeared to be a plain white T-Shirt and his footwear of choice was a pair of black steel toed boots. Zim shook himself from his thoughts when heard the boy mouth a sound effect while holding one of Girs' toy robots. Gir responded by shrieking and ramming his stuffed t-rex into the robot. "AHHH, Mista T-rex is destroyin everythinggg!" Gir screamed in amusement as he opened his head and pulled out, a stuffed pig. "Don't worry, Piggy gon' saveeee the dayyy!" Gir then squeezed his stuffed pig which made a rather uncomfortable noise, which was followed by strips of bacon shooting out of its mouth.
Zim was traumatized, while the boy seemed only mildly uncomfortable with his defective robots antics. The unwanted guest finally acknowledged Zim and stood up immediately, he kept his eyes on his footing so he wouldn't trip over any of Girs' toys, but when he reached Zim, he somewhat froze.
"Huh… I guess Dib isn't that crazy after all." The boy finally said with a somewhat toneless voice as he ran a hand through his hair. His hair wasn't anything special either, it wasn't styled or combed, just a ruffled mess. His bangs would cover his eyes until he flipped it to the side with his head, his sideburns were short but went past his ear and the back of his hair draped halfway down his neck.
Zim puzzled himself on what the boy meant, before he finally realized. "What are you-... Oh shit!" He wasn't in his disguise. Zim immediately pulled off his towel to cover his face which revealed an even more disturbing and rather unpleasant sight for the boy, causing him to cover his own.
"Dude! Not, cool!" The boy said as he stepped backwards and tripped over one of Girs' toys, causing him to collapse onto the floor. Meanwhile Zim had retreated to his bedroom and he quickly pulled on a pair of gray gym shorts as well as hastily applying his disguise. He then marched outside and confronted the intruder who was now laying on his back and messing with his phone, while Gir continuously poked him in the cheek.
"Ok listen here human, I don't know who you think you are but it isn't very nice to enter someone's bas- er… Normal human home, uninvited. So if you aren't gone within the next millisecond i'll have to-"
"You can drop the act space ace, I've known you weren't human from the getgo dude." Getting up the teen stuffed his phone in his pocket and held out his hand. "Names Nicholas, but I go by Nick."
Zim smacked Nicks hand away and pointed a finger in his face. "I don't care who you are! I just want you out of my hooo-llddd on a minute... " Zim interrupted his own word with another as he looked over the teen and before Nick could even catechize what Zim was doing, he felt a hand connect to the side of his head.
"Fucker! What was that for?" Nick retorted almost immediately.
"That was for making Zim look like a fool in class!"
"It's not my fucking fault you fantazise during class, you did that yourself!"
"Just get the hell outta my base already you filth!" Zim marched towards the door and grabbed the knob, turning it and yanking open the door.
"Fine, fine. Don't have to tell me twice. I was just trying to be friendly dude. Thought you could use a friend after your little 'episode' in class." Nick proceeded towards the door as Zim glared daggers at him.
"Breaking and entering isn't a very friendly thing to do you inept fool." Zim said between clenched teeth as his tight around the door knob tightened.
"Neither is telling someone that their parents condom broke." Nick looked back at Zim and began to laugh at the memory. "I've got to thank you for that honestly, it made my fuckin' day."
"Uh… Yeah, your welcome. Now get outta here please." Zim was about to close the door before Nick jammed his boot in between the door and its frame.
"Hold on, one more thing?" Nick asked as Zim groaned and opened the door slightly. "Me and my girlfriend Annette are heading down to a shooting range later this weekend."
"And your relationship concerns me how?" Zim said as his furrowed his brow.
"It's not about my relationship, it's thirty percent of if you bring three people, and if what Dib says about you is true, you're handy with a rifle."
Zim opened the door fully and crossed his arms, obviously becoming intrigued. "Yea, I know a thing or two… Perhaps it would benefit you and your love-pig if I were to come along. Who knows maybe my godlike skills will rub off on you."
Nick glanced up from his phone after not hearing anything Zim said. "Huh?, uh yeah sure whatever. Saturday, I'll swing by and pick you up around 11, sound good?"
"You dare give Zim commands?" Zim turned his head around after hearing a loud squelching noise which came from Gir, who was now on the floor rolling in bacon while rubbing syrup on his chest, which made Zim revert his eyes back to Nick. "How bout 10?"
"Yea, sure thing. See you later dude."
"Uhm, yea, later." Zim began to close the door before hesitating he shook his head and smiled as he continued to shut the door.
"DAWWW, MASTA GOT A FWENDD"
"Oh shut up GIR Its no- GET OFF THE HELL OF ME!"
