Zim And G.I.R. chapter 2
"G.I.R.!" yelled Zim. "G.I.R.! Where are you?" Zim scanned the room, then sighed. "He's probably getting one of those horrible BrainFreezys...Ugh!" Then, Zim went back down to his lab to plot ways to take over the Earth. The next day, Zim put his disguise on and went back to the living room, yelling, "G.I.R.!" G.I.R. was nowhere to be seen still. Zim just shrugged it off and went to Skool. When he arrived, a folded up note was on his desk. Zim unfolded it and read:
Your robot is in my possesion.
Your secret is on the line.
The autopsy table is near, Zim.
And with me that is just fine.
Come to my house with no disguise and you'll get your robot back. If you don't, I'll hurt it then expose you the hard way.
"Dib!" growled Zim. "He has G.I.R. and. Oh well. I don't need it.And how could he get proof from G.I.R.?" The rest of the day went by fairly quickly, without Zim even noticing Dib was absent...
"I wanna BrainFreezy!" "Shut up!" Dib had had G.I.R. in his possession for barely a day, but already the robot was getting on his nerves. "Zim'll come, he'll get you back, but then I'll have proof, I'll take a picture of him with no disguise on, and then I'll have proof! Proof, finally! And then, he'll go to the autopsy table, and finally..." Dib threw his head back and laughed maniacally. G.I.R. watched Dib, and started laughing too. "You aren't supposed to laugh!" Dib said, exasperated. "Why?" asked G.I.R. "AUGH! I wish Zim had a smart robot!" yelled Dib, forgetting that if Zim did have a smart robot he wouldn't be where he was then. G.I.R. jumped off Dib's desk. "I'm gonna sing the doom song now! Doom, doom doom, doom, doom, doom, doom doom DOOM! Doomy doom doom..." As it sang, G.I.R. bounced around Dib's room on his head. Dib collapsed on his bed. "Why me?" he moaned.
Later that day, Dib had G.I.R. in a box, with a large Chocolate Bubblegum BrainFreezy. G.I.R. wouldn't shut up with no BrainFreezy. Gaz was out, and Professor Membrane was doing an experiment, so Dib was alone. He walked outside, with G.I.R.'s box, sat down, and waited. Zim wasn't going to come. But Dib didn't know that. After sitting out untill 3:00 A.M., Dib fell asleep. The next morning, Dib jolted awake around 8:30. "What happened...G.I.R.!" Dib felt for G.I.R.'s box. It'd be just like Zim to come in the dead of night and steal G.I.R. back while he was asleep...He let out a sigh of relief when he felt the cardboard. G.I.R. was still there. Good. Zim didn't come. Bad. Dib rubbed his eyes, picked G.I.R.'s box up, and staggered inside and up to his room. He undid the tape, opened the box and took G.I.R. out. G.I.R. was sleeping, and even Dib had to admit that the sleeping G.I.R was pretty adorable. Dib sighed, grabbed G.I.R., and shook it. "Wha...Master! What? Where's master?" asked G.I.R. Dib knew it was mean, but he said, "Your master doesn't like you. You're mine now, G.I.R." "What?" "Your master had a chance to rescue you, but he didn't." As Dib talked, he eased a baseball bat out from under his bed. "I don't want to do this, but your master made me!" Dib grinned evilly as he got into a baseball stance with the now fully emerged bat. As G.I.R. said, "What?", Dib swung the bat with all his might. There was a sickening crunch of wood on cheap, flimsy metal as the bat hit G.I.R. full force. The impact was so strong, G.I.R. was knocked off the desk and onto the floor. Oil started to leak out of G.I.R.'s head. Its eyes flashed red once, returned to their original blue, and finally, went black. G.I.R. let out a little 'ow' then was silent. There was a possibility "Ow" might have been G.I.R.'s last word...
Author's Note: Sorry G.I.R. fans, Dib fans and Zim fans! G.I.R. fans because I killed G.I.R., Dib fans because he's being so evil, and Zim fans because there's barely any Zim in this so far! Oh yeah, please don't flame me! Chances are G.I.R. isn't really dead, Dib will be better, and Zim will be the main focus the next chapters. Chapter 3 should be out, once again, late tommorow. And this is just a little message for Joyous Spring: Yeah, I came to your house and stole the idea out of your damn brain!
"G.I.R.!" yelled Zim. "G.I.R.! Where are you?" Zim scanned the room, then sighed. "He's probably getting one of those horrible BrainFreezys...Ugh!" Then, Zim went back down to his lab to plot ways to take over the Earth. The next day, Zim put his disguise on and went back to the living room, yelling, "G.I.R.!" G.I.R. was nowhere to be seen still. Zim just shrugged it off and went to Skool. When he arrived, a folded up note was on his desk. Zim unfolded it and read:
Your robot is in my possesion.
Your secret is on the line.
The autopsy table is near, Zim.
And with me that is just fine.
Come to my house with no disguise and you'll get your robot back. If you don't, I'll hurt it then expose you the hard way.
"Dib!" growled Zim. "He has G.I.R. and. Oh well. I don't need it.And how could he get proof from G.I.R.?" The rest of the day went by fairly quickly, without Zim even noticing Dib was absent...
"I wanna BrainFreezy!" "Shut up!" Dib had had G.I.R. in his possession for barely a day, but already the robot was getting on his nerves. "Zim'll come, he'll get you back, but then I'll have proof, I'll take a picture of him with no disguise on, and then I'll have proof! Proof, finally! And then, he'll go to the autopsy table, and finally..." Dib threw his head back and laughed maniacally. G.I.R. watched Dib, and started laughing too. "You aren't supposed to laugh!" Dib said, exasperated. "Why?" asked G.I.R. "AUGH! I wish Zim had a smart robot!" yelled Dib, forgetting that if Zim did have a smart robot he wouldn't be where he was then. G.I.R. jumped off Dib's desk. "I'm gonna sing the doom song now! Doom, doom doom, doom, doom, doom, doom doom DOOM! Doomy doom doom..." As it sang, G.I.R. bounced around Dib's room on his head. Dib collapsed on his bed. "Why me?" he moaned.
Later that day, Dib had G.I.R. in a box, with a large Chocolate Bubblegum BrainFreezy. G.I.R. wouldn't shut up with no BrainFreezy. Gaz was out, and Professor Membrane was doing an experiment, so Dib was alone. He walked outside, with G.I.R.'s box, sat down, and waited. Zim wasn't going to come. But Dib didn't know that. After sitting out untill 3:00 A.M., Dib fell asleep. The next morning, Dib jolted awake around 8:30. "What happened...G.I.R.!" Dib felt for G.I.R.'s box. It'd be just like Zim to come in the dead of night and steal G.I.R. back while he was asleep...He let out a sigh of relief when he felt the cardboard. G.I.R. was still there. Good. Zim didn't come. Bad. Dib rubbed his eyes, picked G.I.R.'s box up, and staggered inside and up to his room. He undid the tape, opened the box and took G.I.R. out. G.I.R. was sleeping, and even Dib had to admit that the sleeping G.I.R was pretty adorable. Dib sighed, grabbed G.I.R., and shook it. "Wha...Master! What? Where's master?" asked G.I.R. Dib knew it was mean, but he said, "Your master doesn't like you. You're mine now, G.I.R." "What?" "Your master had a chance to rescue you, but he didn't." As Dib talked, he eased a baseball bat out from under his bed. "I don't want to do this, but your master made me!" Dib grinned evilly as he got into a baseball stance with the now fully emerged bat. As G.I.R. said, "What?", Dib swung the bat with all his might. There was a sickening crunch of wood on cheap, flimsy metal as the bat hit G.I.R. full force. The impact was so strong, G.I.R. was knocked off the desk and onto the floor. Oil started to leak out of G.I.R.'s head. Its eyes flashed red once, returned to their original blue, and finally, went black. G.I.R. let out a little 'ow' then was silent. There was a possibility "Ow" might have been G.I.R.'s last word...
Author's Note: Sorry G.I.R. fans, Dib fans and Zim fans! G.I.R. fans because I killed G.I.R., Dib fans because he's being so evil, and Zim fans because there's barely any Zim in this so far! Oh yeah, please don't flame me! Chances are G.I.R. isn't really dead, Dib will be better, and Zim will be the main focus the next chapters. Chapter 3 should be out, once again, late tommorow. And this is just a little message for Joyous Spring: Yeah, I came to your house and stole the idea out of your damn brain!