Yello hay fello zim fans who have made it to chapter three of my zim flick....
i am getting a small case of writers block so even i don't quite know how this will end ( i
have vague notions of a zim vrs dib show down) but i am not positive about what do
next so if ya want help me out k or not (note to self never mention Java in fic descriptions
it pops up in the reviews......)
with friends like you.....
Dibs car looks remarkable like that of bill's from career day, only complete black.
The wheels slowed and stopped, as Dib parked his car were gaz had said she was. He
saw Gaz sitting playing some game on the curb. He thought to himself 'probable one of
her latest inventions.' A feeling of adrenaline he had felt only when he had finally found
the way to capture zim was rushing thorough his veins. He had taken out one of the
paranormal fields latest technologies from his field equipment bag. It was a thin hand
held box with a screen that was neon green and blank. There were two buttons on it, one
red one green. Under the red one it said on/off. On the other it said :Open DNA sampler.
Dib pushed the green one and a slot opened in the top of the box. He took out a small
black bag from his trench coat pocket and from that bag took an even smaller flat
rectangle of plastic. it was filled with a dark greenish black liquid. He inserted it into the
slot and pressed the on button.
The screen lit up and words flashed across the it. DNA tracer active scanning for
DNA matches. Dib stepped out of his car and onto the side walk. The screen beeped and
the words DNA match found! went across the screen. the words disappeared replaced
with a grid. A small red line in one part, and a compass telling the direction the red line
went. He slammed the still opened door in triumph, a wild grin spreading across his face
gaz finally stopped whatever she was doing and looked at him. He shouted to her " Gaz
you were right zim was here!' she just looked at him. The words "Well der genius boy"
written on her face, but Gaz said nothing and stood dropping what ever she had been
playing in her bag. It looked like to dib like an old game slave version 1.0. He briefly
wondered 'now why would she be playing that?' but then his thoughts where back to
thinking about Zim's capture.
Gaz stands up and walks over to her brother, who was starting to ranting about
capturing zim twice, and the smartest man alive awards. She thought 'this is just like old
times' to her self. She looked at the screen in her brothers hand. She recognized some of
her own work in the little device. Often she was brought in to help in some of her
companies other fields. The device Dib now held had a range of fifty feet in all
directions. as she looked at the glowing screen in the predawn light she recognized the
path of the red line it was heading toward a old neighborhood she had lived near as a kid.
whatever stands for normal
Zim sat on a old cardbored box in a abandoned werehouse. Gir's container
sat on a slightly larger cardboard box. little sparks and bits of light were coming from the
container as zim, using the tools and parts he had buried with his friend, rebuilt him. He
had reattached most of Gir's limbs except the arm he had never found, and was working
on Gir's operation chips. As he looked at what the droid had been missin, even before the
explosion. He wondered again how Gir could have possible worked in the first place. As
he sat making the final adjustments and repairs he wondered about dib out loud " I
wonder if he has picked up my trail yet? He must have, he may not have changed, but he
always found ways to track my movement." he paused that strain of thought as he found a
particularly hard bit of circuitry then contiued "how shall I go about getting my revenge
on him? His death or humiliation would not be enough. No it has to hit him hard, fast,
and to the core!" He scowled as he thought of the pain he had suffered during the humans
tests" Like how my capture had hurt me.." Just as he had thought that thought, he finished
Gir's last bit of programming........
Gir slowly opened his newly fixed eyes and looked up at his master.
"Master?" his squeaky robot voice whispered. Gir could feel no pain being a robot, but
his sensors told him that he should hurt, he should hurt very much. "ooow" he moaned
gir's normally fuzzy brain was twice as fuzzy in some ways and a little clearer in others.
he looked at his master again 'He has changed' his little robot brain said 'but he looks
happy' and for Gir's little brain that was enough. gir sighed happily and went into his
robot form of sleep.
wow you made it to the end of chapter 4 with out going insane! (or did you?) the end was
yes a little sappy but hay it's gir what can I say. i am currently rushed so review please.
i am getting a small case of writers block so even i don't quite know how this will end ( i
have vague notions of a zim vrs dib show down) but i am not positive about what do
next so if ya want help me out k or not (note to self never mention Java in fic descriptions
it pops up in the reviews......)
with friends like you.....
Dibs car looks remarkable like that of bill's from career day, only complete black.
The wheels slowed and stopped, as Dib parked his car were gaz had said she was. He
saw Gaz sitting playing some game on the curb. He thought to himself 'probable one of
her latest inventions.' A feeling of adrenaline he had felt only when he had finally found
the way to capture zim was rushing thorough his veins. He had taken out one of the
paranormal fields latest technologies from his field equipment bag. It was a thin hand
held box with a screen that was neon green and blank. There were two buttons on it, one
red one green. Under the red one it said on/off. On the other it said :Open DNA sampler.
Dib pushed the green one and a slot opened in the top of the box. He took out a small
black bag from his trench coat pocket and from that bag took an even smaller flat
rectangle of plastic. it was filled with a dark greenish black liquid. He inserted it into the
slot and pressed the on button.
The screen lit up and words flashed across the it. DNA tracer active scanning for
DNA matches. Dib stepped out of his car and onto the side walk. The screen beeped and
the words DNA match found! went across the screen. the words disappeared replaced
with a grid. A small red line in one part, and a compass telling the direction the red line
went. He slammed the still opened door in triumph, a wild grin spreading across his face
gaz finally stopped whatever she was doing and looked at him. He shouted to her " Gaz
you were right zim was here!' she just looked at him. The words "Well der genius boy"
written on her face, but Gaz said nothing and stood dropping what ever she had been
playing in her bag. It looked like to dib like an old game slave version 1.0. He briefly
wondered 'now why would she be playing that?' but then his thoughts where back to
thinking about Zim's capture.
Gaz stands up and walks over to her brother, who was starting to ranting about
capturing zim twice, and the smartest man alive awards. She thought 'this is just like old
times' to her self. She looked at the screen in her brothers hand. She recognized some of
her own work in the little device. Often she was brought in to help in some of her
companies other fields. The device Dib now held had a range of fifty feet in all
directions. as she looked at the glowing screen in the predawn light she recognized the
path of the red line it was heading toward a old neighborhood she had lived near as a kid.
whatever stands for normal
Zim sat on a old cardbored box in a abandoned werehouse. Gir's container
sat on a slightly larger cardboard box. little sparks and bits of light were coming from the
container as zim, using the tools and parts he had buried with his friend, rebuilt him. He
had reattached most of Gir's limbs except the arm he had never found, and was working
on Gir's operation chips. As he looked at what the droid had been missin, even before the
explosion. He wondered again how Gir could have possible worked in the first place. As
he sat making the final adjustments and repairs he wondered about dib out loud " I
wonder if he has picked up my trail yet? He must have, he may not have changed, but he
always found ways to track my movement." he paused that strain of thought as he found a
particularly hard bit of circuitry then contiued "how shall I go about getting my revenge
on him? His death or humiliation would not be enough. No it has to hit him hard, fast,
and to the core!" He scowled as he thought of the pain he had suffered during the humans
tests" Like how my capture had hurt me.." Just as he had thought that thought, he finished
Gir's last bit of programming........
Gir slowly opened his newly fixed eyes and looked up at his master.
"Master?" his squeaky robot voice whispered. Gir could feel no pain being a robot, but
his sensors told him that he should hurt, he should hurt very much. "ooow" he moaned
gir's normally fuzzy brain was twice as fuzzy in some ways and a little clearer in others.
he looked at his master again 'He has changed' his little robot brain said 'but he looks
happy' and for Gir's little brain that was enough. gir sighed happily and went into his
robot form of sleep.
wow you made it to the end of chapter 4 with out going insane! (or did you?) the end was
yes a little sappy but hay it's gir what can I say. i am currently rushed so review please.