Hey this a story about what would happen if dib actually managed to expose zim!
(I know what you are thinking she is insane zim would never lose! Die! Die! Die! You
blasphemes creature!!) well I was reading so many fanfics about Zim ruling and Dib,
Gaz, humanity, ect were all slaves of Zim most of the time willing, and I thought is
humanity really that dumb? well I set out to write a fan fic ware zim was captured and
exposed Dib and Gaz grew up happy (bored but happy) and not slaves, but then Zim
escapes and that is how my story begins so read do not read. I don't really care but don't
blame me for the "good" guy winning....Muahahahahahaa.. *cough cough* sorry and now
I shall begin
New Wounds
18 years after zim lands
It is a cold dark rainy night. Thunder clashes across the sky, as in a dirty trash
filled ally, a smallish green alien huddles shivering in a garbage pail. The sound of
running men gets louder then softer, then dissipates altogether. The creature unhuddles
himself and climes out of his garbage hiding place. He crouches looking frantically
around. As a bolt of lightning lights up the ally, briefly you get a view of the alien. It is
Zim. This is not the once proud would be master of the universe, no he is changed
drastically warped into something new. He has grown taller. Not much, no not feet like
the human children he once posed as, but just enough to not quite fit his uniform. He still
wares his Irken uniform, but it too has changed. Its once defiant vibrant colors are faded.
His shirt is tighter fitting him more snugly. It is ripped in several places evidence of his
hard perilous escape. his pants still fit him but the knees are torn to tatters showing his
scraped and bleeding skin. his boots are scuffed and dull. Shadows of their once polished
selves like the creature that wares them. His gloves are now finger less and skin tight.
There is two major things missing from his attire, his backpack is gone and the disguises
he once wore are gone, unnecessary to his survival.
Zim stands up, and pulls a piece of dirty paper off his shoulder. Ignoring the rain
as it burns into his body, as if he dose not know or care about the pain. Confused and
unsure of his next actions he try to organize his thoughts. He whispers to himself "I am
free! After so long, free! But what will I do with my hard fought freedom? for years it has
kept me alive, fought the drugs in me, kept me going, so I could do what?" He scowls as
he thinks of what he once had, once was" The tallest. They betrayed me! Ignored my
desperate pleas for help! They laughed as the humans closed in, as I had to destroy
everything I had made and hidden. G.I.R..."he pauses as if the memory is too painful to
think of, to feel again. The memories have slowly returned to him, the painful with the
small amount of good, as the drugs that he was being controlled by start to lose their grip
on him. Then like a hammer it hits him, one thought that burns his insides, that makes his
crimson eyes turn slightly darker "DIB !" He says no longer whispering. He dashes out of
the ally into the night, as if he purpose is now clear and he has nothing left to lose
Quote "If a man has nothing left to lose, he has everything to gain."
-unknown email me if you know.. could just be insane me....-
A car Breaks Down.
Gaz sighs as she walks down the empty city street pausing to adjust her purse and
umbrella under one of the few street lights not broken, giving you a clear view of the
adult gaz. Her hair is longer down past her shoulders, but stiled the same way . she is
wearing a long purple dress with a turtle neck collar and short sleeves. Her face has
grown slightly longer and thinner, but not much else about her head has changed. She has
grown taller, about average hight for a women her age. She still wares the skull pendent
of her childhood.
It had been a bad day for Gaz. In the morning as she had gone to her favorite cafe
for a quick breakfast, she had spilled coffee on her new dress. Then on her way to work
her car would not stop giving her trouble, and she barely made it too work with out it
burning out completely. When she got out of her car the first thing to happen, was it
started to pour, drenching her to the bone as she ran into her office building. Gaz now
worked as a video game designer and tester. Top of her class, she rose quickly to the head
of her division doing what she did best playing games. Unfortunately today was not the
fun part of her dream job, and she spent it fixing some difficult bugs and glitches in her
latest creation: gameslave3. It was not untill late at night she had finally fixed the most
difficult bug, and no one else was in the building when she left. When she tried to start
her car, all she got was a stutter as it weezed and died, so she had decided to walk to her
brothers apartment a few blocks away and ask for help. She was on her way right now as
some thing ran past her in a blur. Something short. Something green. something Red
something vaguely familiar. Gaz's eyes went wide with recognition as she spoke out one
word "Zim!?"
That's all for now folks how do you like it? Are ya still saying Die! die! die! ?
if so email me and tell me why, and if ya liked it email me and tell me why, and if you
want to read more email me and tell me why, and if suddenly are getting daejavu email
me and tell me why!
one more thing forgot disclaimer but why do i put it here anyway? this is fanfic net i dont
own my own show so why bother? oh well I don't own zim or any of the other IZ people nick and the
almighty J.V. do. (if you don't know who he is why are you reading this?)
(I know what you are thinking she is insane zim would never lose! Die! Die! Die! You
blasphemes creature!!) well I was reading so many fanfics about Zim ruling and Dib,
Gaz, humanity, ect were all slaves of Zim most of the time willing, and I thought is
humanity really that dumb? well I set out to write a fan fic ware zim was captured and
exposed Dib and Gaz grew up happy (bored but happy) and not slaves, but then Zim
escapes and that is how my story begins so read do not read. I don't really care but don't
blame me for the "good" guy winning....Muahahahahahaa.. *cough cough* sorry and now
I shall begin
New Wounds
18 years after zim lands
It is a cold dark rainy night. Thunder clashes across the sky, as in a dirty trash
filled ally, a smallish green alien huddles shivering in a garbage pail. The sound of
running men gets louder then softer, then dissipates altogether. The creature unhuddles
himself and climes out of his garbage hiding place. He crouches looking frantically
around. As a bolt of lightning lights up the ally, briefly you get a view of the alien. It is
Zim. This is not the once proud would be master of the universe, no he is changed
drastically warped into something new. He has grown taller. Not much, no not feet like
the human children he once posed as, but just enough to not quite fit his uniform. He still
wares his Irken uniform, but it too has changed. Its once defiant vibrant colors are faded.
His shirt is tighter fitting him more snugly. It is ripped in several places evidence of his
hard perilous escape. his pants still fit him but the knees are torn to tatters showing his
scraped and bleeding skin. his boots are scuffed and dull. Shadows of their once polished
selves like the creature that wares them. His gloves are now finger less and skin tight.
There is two major things missing from his attire, his backpack is gone and the disguises
he once wore are gone, unnecessary to his survival.
Zim stands up, and pulls a piece of dirty paper off his shoulder. Ignoring the rain
as it burns into his body, as if he dose not know or care about the pain. Confused and
unsure of his next actions he try to organize his thoughts. He whispers to himself "I am
free! After so long, free! But what will I do with my hard fought freedom? for years it has
kept me alive, fought the drugs in me, kept me going, so I could do what?" He scowls as
he thinks of what he once had, once was" The tallest. They betrayed me! Ignored my
desperate pleas for help! They laughed as the humans closed in, as I had to destroy
everything I had made and hidden. G.I.R..."he pauses as if the memory is too painful to
think of, to feel again. The memories have slowly returned to him, the painful with the
small amount of good, as the drugs that he was being controlled by start to lose their grip
on him. Then like a hammer it hits him, one thought that burns his insides, that makes his
crimson eyes turn slightly darker "DIB !" He says no longer whispering. He dashes out of
the ally into the night, as if he purpose is now clear and he has nothing left to lose
Quote "If a man has nothing left to lose, he has everything to gain."
-unknown email me if you know.. could just be insane me....-
A car Breaks Down.
Gaz sighs as she walks down the empty city street pausing to adjust her purse and
umbrella under one of the few street lights not broken, giving you a clear view of the
adult gaz. Her hair is longer down past her shoulders, but stiled the same way . she is
wearing a long purple dress with a turtle neck collar and short sleeves. Her face has
grown slightly longer and thinner, but not much else about her head has changed. She has
grown taller, about average hight for a women her age. She still wares the skull pendent
of her childhood.
It had been a bad day for Gaz. In the morning as she had gone to her favorite cafe
for a quick breakfast, she had spilled coffee on her new dress. Then on her way to work
her car would not stop giving her trouble, and she barely made it too work with out it
burning out completely. When she got out of her car the first thing to happen, was it
started to pour, drenching her to the bone as she ran into her office building. Gaz now
worked as a video game designer and tester. Top of her class, she rose quickly to the head
of her division doing what she did best playing games. Unfortunately today was not the
fun part of her dream job, and she spent it fixing some difficult bugs and glitches in her
latest creation: gameslave3. It was not untill late at night she had finally fixed the most
difficult bug, and no one else was in the building when she left. When she tried to start
her car, all she got was a stutter as it weezed and died, so she had decided to walk to her
brothers apartment a few blocks away and ask for help. She was on her way right now as
some thing ran past her in a blur. Something short. Something green. something Red
something vaguely familiar. Gaz's eyes went wide with recognition as she spoke out one
word "Zim!?"
That's all for now folks how do you like it? Are ya still saying Die! die! die! ?
if so email me and tell me why, and if ya liked it email me and tell me why, and if you
want to read more email me and tell me why, and if suddenly are getting daejavu email
me and tell me why!
one more thing forgot disclaimer but why do i put it here anyway? this is fanfic net i dont
own my own show so why bother? oh well I don't own zim or any of the other IZ people nick and the
almighty J.V. do. (if you don't know who he is why are you reading this?)