The bright sunlight temporarily blinded Dib. But he was back! Dib jumped up and yelled out joyously until he remembered what the price was for this miracle.
Dib wondered what to do as he walked back home. Who could he let die if it couldn't be ZIM? He considered Ms. Bitters, but was afraid that Ankou might do something to him in revenge.
He looked at the streets around him as if looking at them for the first time. Even if he stopped ZIM, would Gaz ever be the same?
"But still, if she didn't come back to herself, at least she would probably not be picking on me anymore..." But Dib was shocked at himself for this rationalization, and wondered what possessed him to think such a thing.
He continued walking home.
"She did though... she was too concerned with herself and her oh-so-precious games to think of anyone else's feelings. If she hadn't dragged me out to the mall to get that Game Slave 2, this never would've happened. And that mall was creepy - I almost was stuck there forever!"
He was fuming as he turned into his yard. And there was Gaz, dressed in a black shift-dress and playing her Game Slave 2, oblivious to the world around her and the scars that showed on her arms and face.
Dib looked at her for a moment.
Gaz looked up, having seen his shadow.
They locked eyes, and Dib narrowed his.
"Take her! Take Gaz away!"
Notes: As you can tell, I'm not a Gaz fan... I'm a huge fan of ZIM and Dib alike, even though I hint, rather heavily, at this ZIM being a "sadistic monster" and portray Dib as incredibly vengeful. I originally got the idea for this fic from a section the Babylonian story of Inanna and Dumuzi. Ankou was one of the original concepts of the Grim Reaper.
Dib wondered what to do as he walked back home. Who could he let die if it couldn't be ZIM? He considered Ms. Bitters, but was afraid that Ankou might do something to him in revenge.
He looked at the streets around him as if looking at them for the first time. Even if he stopped ZIM, would Gaz ever be the same?
"But still, if she didn't come back to herself, at least she would probably not be picking on me anymore..." But Dib was shocked at himself for this rationalization, and wondered what possessed him to think such a thing.
He continued walking home.
"She did though... she was too concerned with herself and her oh-so-precious games to think of anyone else's feelings. If she hadn't dragged me out to the mall to get that Game Slave 2, this never would've happened. And that mall was creepy - I almost was stuck there forever!"
He was fuming as he turned into his yard. And there was Gaz, dressed in a black shift-dress and playing her Game Slave 2, oblivious to the world around her and the scars that showed on her arms and face.
Dib looked at her for a moment.
Gaz looked up, having seen his shadow.
They locked eyes, and Dib narrowed his.
"Take her! Take Gaz away!"
Notes: As you can tell, I'm not a Gaz fan... I'm a huge fan of ZIM and Dib alike, even though I hint, rather heavily, at this ZIM being a "sadistic monster" and portray Dib as incredibly vengeful. I originally got the idea for this fic from a section the Babylonian story of Inanna and Dumuzi. Ankou was one of the original concepts of the Grim Reaper.
