Just to let you know there has been a wave of future fics going around, and even though I
love every one to pieces, I wanted to let you know I not following this fad, I had the Idea
as far back as last summer. This is my second, and it too has been in my insane little brain
longer then I have been posting it... Yea more reviews! I may jump around a bit in this..
Oh and in my real life an elementary skool is right behind the fence of my real high skool,
so yes they could be close.
Dib jogged the few blocks to Zim's house. Ironically enough both the old skool and the
high skool were maybe 10, 15 minuets of walking distance. He wondered at the
convenience of this, but chalked it up to the government. He did not think much about
letting Gaz walk home alone, she could beat the living heck out of anyone who even
looked at her the wrong way. She did not exclude him from that anyone category. So it
was safer if he walked home alone any way, and also better to make Zim defeating plans.
He and Zim got into fights at skool almost every day. The teachers had tried futilely to
stop them, but after a few years just gave up. He smiled at that. They had been fighting
since elementary skool, and even though it was tied so far, he knew he would win. Some
thing's never changed. Gaz was antisocial, Zim was an egotistical, megalomaniac.. Dib
figured his life would not truly change until he had Zim on the autopsy table.
Of course some things had changed. He did not announce to the world Zim was an
alien. A Greek scholar had once said, that if 3 men were chained and bound in a cave
with a fire lit behind them, and could only see the shadows of the guards and hear their
voices, if one was UN changed and led outside to see the real world, when he went back
to enlighten the others they would not believe him. Dib figured he had seen the world and
if the others were do blind to see more then the cave wall, so be it.
More then just his look on humanity had changed. His hair was as wild as ever, if not
wilder, and the rapier spike hung in face. Even after the many times he tried to tape it
back. To his surprise he had heard a few girls saying that made him cuter. Dib never
thought a girl would look at him and say anything but 'You are insane!' let alone think
him cute. Not that he minded it... He wore baggy black jeans, and a leather trench coat. he
had long ago gone down the pain filled road of scratchy contacts, and now a pair of
sunglasses nearly always graced his face. He wore a set of kick alien a$$ boots. No really
that's what they were called. He had bought them from a catalogue called Gear for the
parinormalist on the go. They were large and black, and did what they said they did. A
deep blue shirt of some short was the last thing in his wardrobe. He most often wore a
large half smile tee shirt.
As he approached Zim house, he smiled. It was all so routine for him. He slipped past the
gnomes like a cat would. Easily almost too easy he made it to the door. This is where the
fun would start.
Back too the future or Present day..
The rain slowed then stopped. Like it Mia's tears too slowed and stopped. Like her
parents she had a stubborn streak a couple miles wide, and as tall as the empire state
building. She would not let it end like this. "Grr weather I like it or not, I don't have
parents, but I do have family. He may not be blood,(*AN Heh. Heh. Heh.) I don't give. He
IS my bro. She crawled out of the box and put Grr back in her bag. She would go down
town to the police department where he would more then likely be. She could bluff her
way through getting him released. He would never tell the police anything. He did not
like them much. She knew he had reasons.She would tell them the truth in away. She
would tell them she was his sister. They looked close enough in some ways, that that
excuse had worked before on those they had to lie to.
So she started walking towards the police department with no clue how wrong things
would go from there.
love every one to pieces, I wanted to let you know I not following this fad, I had the Idea
as far back as last summer. This is my second, and it too has been in my insane little brain
longer then I have been posting it... Yea more reviews! I may jump around a bit in this..
Oh and in my real life an elementary skool is right behind the fence of my real high skool,
so yes they could be close.
Dib jogged the few blocks to Zim's house. Ironically enough both the old skool and the
high skool were maybe 10, 15 minuets of walking distance. He wondered at the
convenience of this, but chalked it up to the government. He did not think much about
letting Gaz walk home alone, she could beat the living heck out of anyone who even
looked at her the wrong way. She did not exclude him from that anyone category. So it
was safer if he walked home alone any way, and also better to make Zim defeating plans.
He and Zim got into fights at skool almost every day. The teachers had tried futilely to
stop them, but after a few years just gave up. He smiled at that. They had been fighting
since elementary skool, and even though it was tied so far, he knew he would win. Some
thing's never changed. Gaz was antisocial, Zim was an egotistical, megalomaniac.. Dib
figured his life would not truly change until he had Zim on the autopsy table.
Of course some things had changed. He did not announce to the world Zim was an
alien. A Greek scholar had once said, that if 3 men were chained and bound in a cave
with a fire lit behind them, and could only see the shadows of the guards and hear their
voices, if one was UN changed and led outside to see the real world, when he went back
to enlighten the others they would not believe him. Dib figured he had seen the world and
if the others were do blind to see more then the cave wall, so be it.
More then just his look on humanity had changed. His hair was as wild as ever, if not
wilder, and the rapier spike hung in face. Even after the many times he tried to tape it
back. To his surprise he had heard a few girls saying that made him cuter. Dib never
thought a girl would look at him and say anything but 'You are insane!' let alone think
him cute. Not that he minded it... He wore baggy black jeans, and a leather trench coat. he
had long ago gone down the pain filled road of scratchy contacts, and now a pair of
sunglasses nearly always graced his face. He wore a set of kick alien a$$ boots. No really
that's what they were called. He had bought them from a catalogue called Gear for the
parinormalist on the go. They were large and black, and did what they said they did. A
deep blue shirt of some short was the last thing in his wardrobe. He most often wore a
large half smile tee shirt.
As he approached Zim house, he smiled. It was all so routine for him. He slipped past the
gnomes like a cat would. Easily almost too easy he made it to the door. This is where the
fun would start.
Back too the future or Present day..
The rain slowed then stopped. Like it Mia's tears too slowed and stopped. Like her
parents she had a stubborn streak a couple miles wide, and as tall as the empire state
building. She would not let it end like this. "Grr weather I like it or not, I don't have
parents, but I do have family. He may not be blood,(*AN Heh. Heh. Heh.) I don't give. He
IS my bro. She crawled out of the box and put Grr back in her bag. She would go down
town to the police department where he would more then likely be. She could bluff her
way through getting him released. He would never tell the police anything. He did not
like them much. She knew he had reasons.She would tell them the truth in away. She
would tell them she was his sister. They looked close enough in some ways, that that
excuse had worked before on those they had to lie to.
So she started walking towards the police department with no clue how wrong things
would go from there.