Unconditional
By Vixen
Notes: This short fic was formed by a stupid, insane idea based on a Drug-Free America commercial, heehee.
Zim sat at his computer, plotting and planning and dreaming. Dreaming of that wonderful day when the Earth would be his, and he could go back to Irk a hero.
YES, he thought, they will LOVE me. They will OBEY me. I will be a Tallest. No, No, I will be better than a Tallest.
It was the reason he was biologically created. To serve as an Irken Invader and... invade. Divide. Conquer. Rule the filthy Earth-Beasts with an iron fist.
Only then could he go back, and until then he was a failure. Zim understood this; it had been drilled into his head even before birth. In order to stand up in the crowd, to be a part of society, to be regarded as an equal he would have to take over this miserable stink planet.
While Zim was deep in daydreams of how it would be when he took over, he didn't notice Gir come into the computer lab.
Gir started bouncing around the room, awakening Zim from his reverie.
The alien startled, almost jumping from his chair, "Gir! Must you disrupt me? I am trying to CONCENTRATE!"
The little green puppy-dog like creature just gave him a huge chocolate covered smile, "I wuv you, Master." He continued dancing around the room in hope Zim would come and play with him.
"Gir, I am trying to conduct very important business here, why don't you go watch that television-thing-y."
"But the Scary Monkey Show isn't on until the big hand is at" He pointed to the right, "And the little hand is over here." He pointed to the left. "Besides, I wanna hang out with Yoooou."
Zim growled low in his throat. "That monkey." He sighed, giving up, "Fine, GIR, you may stay."
Gir wrapped his arms around Zim's legs, in a sickeningly sweet voice he added, "Thank you, Master. I wuv you."
"Just don't touch anything!"
"Oooh..." Gir got distracted, looking at the computer console. "Shiny Red Button...."
"No, Gir, don't touch that--" But it was too late. "GIR! Do you have any idea what you just did? You pressed the red button, the button that is clearly marked 'Do Not Press'!"
Gir whimpered, getting scared from Zim's angry outburst, he started to cry. The little bot slumped to the elevator, sniffed, and rode it up to the first level of the house.
Zim grimaced; he'd never seen Gir that upset. Well, it served him right. After all, he was the one who pressed the little red button. He groaned, he had been on this planet too long, the emotions of these stink-beasts must have been rubbing off of him because Zim was actually feeling guilty. Guilt, he shivered, what a disgusting emotion.
But it didn't matter.
Zim followed Gir up to the first floor and found the bot crouched up on the couch crying his little doggy heart out.
"Gir..."
"I'm sorry, master. Please don't recycle me... I'll be a good S.I.R., I promise."
"Gir...stop crying!" Zim yelled at him, trying to get control of the situation. Obviously, that hadn't worked because Gir started wailing even harder.
"Gir... stop, come on," Zim sat on the couch next to him, "I didn't mean it. Who cares if you jut sent missiles to bomb Irk," Zim briefly wondered why the computer would have a little red missile button installed on it, "I still love you... er... yeah..."
"Really?" Gir uncovered his face, which now had a huge smile on it.
"Um... maybe..."
Gir leapt on top of him, knocking Zim over and covering the alien's green skin in doggy kisses.
Some kids think conquering planets makes you cool. What about those who think you already are?
By Vixen
Notes: This short fic was formed by a stupid, insane idea based on a Drug-Free America commercial, heehee.
Zim sat at his computer, plotting and planning and dreaming. Dreaming of that wonderful day when the Earth would be his, and he could go back to Irk a hero.
YES, he thought, they will LOVE me. They will OBEY me. I will be a Tallest. No, No, I will be better than a Tallest.
It was the reason he was biologically created. To serve as an Irken Invader and... invade. Divide. Conquer. Rule the filthy Earth-Beasts with an iron fist.
Only then could he go back, and until then he was a failure. Zim understood this; it had been drilled into his head even before birth. In order to stand up in the crowd, to be a part of society, to be regarded as an equal he would have to take over this miserable stink planet.
While Zim was deep in daydreams of how it would be when he took over, he didn't notice Gir come into the computer lab.
Gir started bouncing around the room, awakening Zim from his reverie.
The alien startled, almost jumping from his chair, "Gir! Must you disrupt me? I am trying to CONCENTRATE!"
The little green puppy-dog like creature just gave him a huge chocolate covered smile, "I wuv you, Master." He continued dancing around the room in hope Zim would come and play with him.
"Gir, I am trying to conduct very important business here, why don't you go watch that television-thing-y."
"But the Scary Monkey Show isn't on until the big hand is at" He pointed to the right, "And the little hand is over here." He pointed to the left. "Besides, I wanna hang out with Yoooou."
Zim growled low in his throat. "That monkey." He sighed, giving up, "Fine, GIR, you may stay."
Gir wrapped his arms around Zim's legs, in a sickeningly sweet voice he added, "Thank you, Master. I wuv you."
"Just don't touch anything!"
"Oooh..." Gir got distracted, looking at the computer console. "Shiny Red Button...."
"No, Gir, don't touch that--" But it was too late. "GIR! Do you have any idea what you just did? You pressed the red button, the button that is clearly marked 'Do Not Press'!"
Gir whimpered, getting scared from Zim's angry outburst, he started to cry. The little bot slumped to the elevator, sniffed, and rode it up to the first level of the house.
Zim grimaced; he'd never seen Gir that upset. Well, it served him right. After all, he was the one who pressed the little red button. He groaned, he had been on this planet too long, the emotions of these stink-beasts must have been rubbing off of him because Zim was actually feeling guilty. Guilt, he shivered, what a disgusting emotion.
But it didn't matter.
Zim followed Gir up to the first floor and found the bot crouched up on the couch crying his little doggy heart out.
"Gir..."
"I'm sorry, master. Please don't recycle me... I'll be a good S.I.R., I promise."
"Gir...stop crying!" Zim yelled at him, trying to get control of the situation. Obviously, that hadn't worked because Gir started wailing even harder.
"Gir... stop, come on," Zim sat on the couch next to him, "I didn't mean it. Who cares if you jut sent missiles to bomb Irk," Zim briefly wondered why the computer would have a little red missile button installed on it, "I still love you... er... yeah..."
"Really?" Gir uncovered his face, which now had a huge smile on it.
"Um... maybe..."
Gir leapt on top of him, knocking Zim over and covering the alien's green skin in doggy kisses.
Some kids think conquering planets makes you cool. What about those who think you already are?