Zim And G.I.R. chapter three
The next day, Dib was at Skool, and another note, this one in an envelope, was on Zim's desk. Zim took the envelope and started to open it, but Mrs. Bitters swooped down on him. "Whatever that is, it can wait." Mrs. Bitters took the envelope, set it on her desk, and went in to a 'Earth Will Implode On You' lecture untill 12:00. "Go now," she said. Zim went, but when Mrs. Bitters wasn't looking, he snatched the note off her desk and ran. When he reached the cafeteria and got his mustard and spinach, he sat down and opened the envelope. He took out a piece of lined paper and read:
Your little robot was led
To my house, where fuel's leaking out of its head.
If you want him again
The thing you'll have to do then
Is sacrifice yourself to be dead.
"What?" Zim asked. "That was terrible poetry." He put the note and the envelope down, but saw something sticking out of the envelope. He pulled it out, and saw it was a picture of G.I.R., in the critical condition he was in. His mouth dropped open. He knew Dib would at least kidnap G.I.R., but kill it? A lot of his problems would be solved with no G.I.R., but Zim had come to like the little guy, and was VERY mad. Fuming silently, he devised a plan.
"Mrs. Bitters?" "What, Zim." Zim took a breath. What? "Um...I don't feel good!" Zim patted himself on the back in his mind for that. "And you expect me to believe that." Zim cursed in Irken language, then remembered Plan B, in case whatever excuse he thought up didn't work. He smiled. How many humans would of thought of stealing the lunch lady's red food coloring she used for her Jell-o? He made sure nobody was looking, unscrewed the cap, and squirted red on his desk and a little on his face. "Mrs. Bitters? I have a nosebleed." Zim smiled to himself. Many of his classmates had gotten excused because of 'nosebleeds'. "How could you have a nosebleed if you don't have a nose?" Dib scoffed. But Mrs. Bitters paid no attention and said, as she threw the necklace hall pass at Zim, "Go to the nurse." Zim smiled and walked out. He remembered his plan: Get out of class. Check. Sneak out of Skool. Run to Dib's. Find G.I.R. Take it home. Make it well. Zim started running down the hallway, and only stopped when he ran into the Skool doors. He opened them the right way and dashed the way to Dib's house.
Author's Note: Ridiculously short, I know. But to give you some wacky ideas, here's the summary of a new Invader Zim fic I'm doing that should be out in around two days!
Zim is invited to a birthday party. At a swimming pool. Zim decides to go for research, but what happens when he has to go in the...WATER?
Let your imagination run wild. Heh.
The next day, Dib was at Skool, and another note, this one in an envelope, was on Zim's desk. Zim took the envelope and started to open it, but Mrs. Bitters swooped down on him. "Whatever that is, it can wait." Mrs. Bitters took the envelope, set it on her desk, and went in to a 'Earth Will Implode On You' lecture untill 12:00. "Go now," she said. Zim went, but when Mrs. Bitters wasn't looking, he snatched the note off her desk and ran. When he reached the cafeteria and got his mustard and spinach, he sat down and opened the envelope. He took out a piece of lined paper and read:
Your little robot was led
To my house, where fuel's leaking out of its head.
If you want him again
The thing you'll have to do then
Is sacrifice yourself to be dead.
"What?" Zim asked. "That was terrible poetry." He put the note and the envelope down, but saw something sticking out of the envelope. He pulled it out, and saw it was a picture of G.I.R., in the critical condition he was in. His mouth dropped open. He knew Dib would at least kidnap G.I.R., but kill it? A lot of his problems would be solved with no G.I.R., but Zim had come to like the little guy, and was VERY mad. Fuming silently, he devised a plan.
"Mrs. Bitters?" "What, Zim." Zim took a breath. What? "Um...I don't feel good!" Zim patted himself on the back in his mind for that. "And you expect me to believe that." Zim cursed in Irken language, then remembered Plan B, in case whatever excuse he thought up didn't work. He smiled. How many humans would of thought of stealing the lunch lady's red food coloring she used for her Jell-o? He made sure nobody was looking, unscrewed the cap, and squirted red on his desk and a little on his face. "Mrs. Bitters? I have a nosebleed." Zim smiled to himself. Many of his classmates had gotten excused because of 'nosebleeds'. "How could you have a nosebleed if you don't have a nose?" Dib scoffed. But Mrs. Bitters paid no attention and said, as she threw the necklace hall pass at Zim, "Go to the nurse." Zim smiled and walked out. He remembered his plan: Get out of class. Check. Sneak out of Skool. Run to Dib's. Find G.I.R. Take it home. Make it well. Zim started running down the hallway, and only stopped when he ran into the Skool doors. He opened them the right way and dashed the way to Dib's house.
Author's Note: Ridiculously short, I know. But to give you some wacky ideas, here's the summary of a new Invader Zim fic I'm doing that should be out in around two days!
Zim is invited to a birthday party. At a swimming pool. Zim decides to go for research, but what happens when he has to go in the...WATER?
Let your imagination run wild. Heh.