The Loss Of Hope: Part Two
Laki
/blah/ - thoughts
*~blah~* Designates the time in which a scene is occurring, such as the present or the past, if it is in the past, it is a flashback.
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(Author's notes) I would love to thank everyone that reviewed me and got me to begin writing another chapter not even 24 hours after the first one had been posted on ff.net. I've already had one strange review, *cough*ULTRAnormalMAN*cough* which I didn't appreciate much, but it's all good. Please, watch the show and know a little bit about it before reading anymore. Flames will be used to keep our poor heroes warm in their dank apartment, as it has no central heating system, and winter is coming. Be prepared for some interesting twists and turns and several more flashbacks which will help explain much of the plot leading up to this point. These flashbacks will take up a few more chapters, (I hope), and then we can really get the ball rolling! Enjoy part two, and read my Utopia fic under "Originals." Bonsoir. *bows*
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*~Still present~*
Zim headed away from the little "meeting" to pick up GIR. Gaz had noticed some more dings and holes in his shell that needed repairing.
He had really enjoyed Gaz's company for the past few years. They had started out as aquaintances and moved on from there to where their realtionship is now. It's truly amazing the things that war or impending death can do to people. Several years ago Gaz would not have given him the time of day, if he had even wanted her to, she was far too busy being immersed into her own world of video games, pizza, and other childish things, afterall, she was a child then. She had grown up into a beautiful woman though.
Zim himself had done quite a bit of maturing over the past several years as well. He was older than most humans when he first arrived on Earth, and was supposed to be mature by then, be a true invader, not a shame to his race. It was interesting how in just a few short Earth years he had somehow finally grown up, finally, but too late for his own sake. He was doomed beyond redemption as soon as he gained his assignment to "invade" Earth.
Zim looked up from his thoughts to realize that he had already reached the spot where GIR was playing with the children and was watching their game. He blinked a few times and recomposed himself.
"GIR!"
GIR looked up and his eyes flashed red for a second, "YESSIR!" then they regained their own aqua hue.
"Come with me now GIR, you have to come in for repairs again."
GIR rubbed the hole in the top of his head, "Owies...can I have ICECREAM if I'm good? Huh? Please Master!!" GIR pleaded.
Zim shook his head, saying no. GIR pouted and began to follow Zim to the apartment building. It hurt Zim to not be able to give the bot the small things it used to enjoy. GIR hadn't had any candy, pizza, or a cupcake in about two years now, but he always asked, acted sad for a minute, and then forgot about it, running about his own carefree day.
They soon reached the building. Zim stepped inside the apartment that he, Gaz, Dib, and GIR all shared. It was pretty nice considering the times. The fact that it had any furniture at all was surprising. Zim and Dib had gotten together in an effort to improve their place about a year and a half ago. The two would go out and about the camp, looking for anything that could be used for furniture, they had managed to find a set of near perfect bunk beds. It was one of those sets where the bottom was actually a futon that folded out into an almost full sized bed, and the top bunk was a normal twin. For Gaz's birthday, Zim and Dib worked together to make her a nice bed. They took apart the bunks and fixed up the futon to be as comfortable as possible.
*~One and a half years Earlier~*
"Hmpf, I don't see much of a point in this spot Dib. We should be looking over there where most of the old furniture is anyways!" Zim stated, glaring at Dib from the pile he was searching through for anything useful, "I'm going over there." The alien still showed quite a bit of his pride and hadn't quite dropped any sort of grudge he held for the scythe-haired boy. Zim walked off, standing tall, hoping that he would find something quickly to show Dib that he was right in the first place.
/Why does he have to still act so arrogant? We're all in this boat together now.../ Dib thought to himself. He glanced up from his unprevailing pile to see that Zim had found an old bench already. It seemed to be in pretty good condition, and they could use something to sit on, although it may not exactly be comfortable.
"HaHAA!!" Zim stood up arrogantly, arms crossed and eyes glaring at Dib, "I have already found something! Have you? I think not!" he paused to see that Dib wasn't doing anything, he simply got up from his pile and began heading Zim's direction. /What is this? Is the Earthling not arguing with me?/ Zim quirked a non-existent eyebrow and shut up. He had learned a little more of the fine points about human ettiquette, and knew that it wasn't time to talk now. He continued on his search and Dib joined him about 10 feet down the line.
Their search went on with only the bench as a prize for several more hours. They had found some chairs, but the wood proved to be filled with termites, and would have broken if anyone, even GIR, had tried to sit on it.
The chairs and various other assorted items that proved to be unfitting were tossed aside with the rest of the heap. Zim and Dib continued in silence, save for various grunts and other such noises that were to be expected from males who were frustrated and tired from a hard day's work.
Zim was scanning the ground when he heard a loud shout from Dib, who was about 40 feet down form him, "ZIM! C'MERE!! I found something!" Zim glanced up immediately and then ran to Dib's side.
"What? I see nothing."
"Look!" Dib pointed out into the distance for a few seconds before he looked at Zim, and realized Zim was cocking his invisible eyebrow at him again.
"Really?" Sarcasm dripped from the Irken's words.
Dib sighed and ran out to where he was pointing, and Zim followed him out, gracefully leaping between spots where the garbage was stable enough to stand until he came to Dib's side.
Before them was an amazing sight, one they would have never cared about in the past though. In front of the two teens laid a set of bunk beds, they must have been freshly thrown out and still had the mattresses attatched to them. Zim ran up to the set and, pulling out a knife, sliced open the padding to check for insects and other such things. The mattress could be sewn back together, but they did not want to bring rodents and insects home with them. There was nothing. The inside was simply soft, thick padding and some springs, no rodents like Zim had feared. Dib had an enormous smirk across his face. Zim glared, "What are you smirking for? You should be happy, boy."
Dib widened his smirk to a devilish grin, " 'Cause I have discovered something far better than that bench you found. I win."
Zim glared at the ground, then at the bunk beds, "C'mon, let's just take it home."
They walked nearly a mile carrying the bunks to the apartment before Gaz spotted them carrying the load of the beds and the bench laying on the bottom bunk.
She ran up to them, heavenly smile plastered across her face, the two boys smiled and set the beds down on the ground for her to inspect.
She stepped about, looking at every portion of the set of beds. She noticed that the bunk could easily be taken apart and made into two. The bench would make a sufficient couch for their meagar living room/dining room/kitchenette/laundry room. And one bed could be placed in each bedroom.
Gaz bent over to inspect the underside of the beds and couch. Dib glanced over at Zim a few seconds later, who was looking down slightly and grinning like a maniac. Dib followed the Irken's scarlet eyes to Gaz's rear, and then back again, just to see that Zim had noticed him and was now looking up and whistling to no one.
The next thing Zim saw was Dib's fist headed for his face.
*~Present~*
That was one of the first times that Zim and Dib managed to do anything together right. It may have been because they had a common interest, fixing up the place, and getting Gaz a worthy gift for her birthday.
Zim pulled out his tools from under the bench in the living room. It had most of what was needed to completely reconstruct GIR. He had owned the kit since the beginning of his mission, but had no need for it until now. GIR did not need to be reconstructed, but simply repaired. This time his antenna was snapped in one place, and only held together by the wire running through it, and there was another hole in the top of his head.
Zim peered inside with a flashlight to see the usual contents of GIR's head. There was lint, dust, bits of cloth, bubble gum, and other assorted things someone had decided to put in place instead of an AI chip and a central computer mainframe. When Zim had first discovered this he was in complete shock, and it was also when he realized that he really was sent to Earth on an exile trip. He had kept the contents the same though instead of upgrading him himself, he had grown to sort of like GIR's personality, he was some mechanical ray of sunshine in this little hole.
He welded a new piece of metal to GIR's head and let the bot cool for a minute.
"Can I go now Master? I wanna playyy!!" GIR pleaded with all his might.
"No GIR, you need to stay here so you can cool off, when the welds are dry and cool you can go outside and play some more." He stated cooly as he packed up the tools he had used and placed them under the bench once more. He tapped one of the spots where he had welded the metal to the bot's head to see if it was done yet. It was a touch warm, but it wasn't going anywhere. GIR had begun to sing "The DOOM Song" again and was swaying back and forth in his spot. "GIR? If you shut up I will let you play now."
GIR stopped singing immediately and looked hopefully at Zim, "Really??"
"Yes, really. Are you going to sing that song again?"
GIR grinned, "Nooooo...I won't!"
"Then you can play." Zim said as he pulled the S.I.R. unit off of the bench and set him on the ground.
"YAY!!" GIR ran about for a few seconds before charging out of the open door into the dim sunlight.
Laki
/blah/ - thoughts
*~blah~* Designates the time in which a scene is occurring, such as the present or the past, if it is in the past, it is a flashback.
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(Author's notes) I would love to thank everyone that reviewed me and got me to begin writing another chapter not even 24 hours after the first one had been posted on ff.net. I've already had one strange review, *cough*ULTRAnormalMAN*cough* which I didn't appreciate much, but it's all good. Please, watch the show and know a little bit about it before reading anymore. Flames will be used to keep our poor heroes warm in their dank apartment, as it has no central heating system, and winter is coming. Be prepared for some interesting twists and turns and several more flashbacks which will help explain much of the plot leading up to this point. These flashbacks will take up a few more chapters, (I hope), and then we can really get the ball rolling! Enjoy part two, and read my Utopia fic under "Originals." Bonsoir. *bows*
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*~Still present~*
Zim headed away from the little "meeting" to pick up GIR. Gaz had noticed some more dings and holes in his shell that needed repairing.
He had really enjoyed Gaz's company for the past few years. They had started out as aquaintances and moved on from there to where their realtionship is now. It's truly amazing the things that war or impending death can do to people. Several years ago Gaz would not have given him the time of day, if he had even wanted her to, she was far too busy being immersed into her own world of video games, pizza, and other childish things, afterall, she was a child then. She had grown up into a beautiful woman though.
Zim himself had done quite a bit of maturing over the past several years as well. He was older than most humans when he first arrived on Earth, and was supposed to be mature by then, be a true invader, not a shame to his race. It was interesting how in just a few short Earth years he had somehow finally grown up, finally, but too late for his own sake. He was doomed beyond redemption as soon as he gained his assignment to "invade" Earth.
Zim looked up from his thoughts to realize that he had already reached the spot where GIR was playing with the children and was watching their game. He blinked a few times and recomposed himself.
"GIR!"
GIR looked up and his eyes flashed red for a second, "YESSIR!" then they regained their own aqua hue.
"Come with me now GIR, you have to come in for repairs again."
GIR rubbed the hole in the top of his head, "Owies...can I have ICECREAM if I'm good? Huh? Please Master!!" GIR pleaded.
Zim shook his head, saying no. GIR pouted and began to follow Zim to the apartment building. It hurt Zim to not be able to give the bot the small things it used to enjoy. GIR hadn't had any candy, pizza, or a cupcake in about two years now, but he always asked, acted sad for a minute, and then forgot about it, running about his own carefree day.
They soon reached the building. Zim stepped inside the apartment that he, Gaz, Dib, and GIR all shared. It was pretty nice considering the times. The fact that it had any furniture at all was surprising. Zim and Dib had gotten together in an effort to improve their place about a year and a half ago. The two would go out and about the camp, looking for anything that could be used for furniture, they had managed to find a set of near perfect bunk beds. It was one of those sets where the bottom was actually a futon that folded out into an almost full sized bed, and the top bunk was a normal twin. For Gaz's birthday, Zim and Dib worked together to make her a nice bed. They took apart the bunks and fixed up the futon to be as comfortable as possible.
*~One and a half years Earlier~*
"Hmpf, I don't see much of a point in this spot Dib. We should be looking over there where most of the old furniture is anyways!" Zim stated, glaring at Dib from the pile he was searching through for anything useful, "I'm going over there." The alien still showed quite a bit of his pride and hadn't quite dropped any sort of grudge he held for the scythe-haired boy. Zim walked off, standing tall, hoping that he would find something quickly to show Dib that he was right in the first place.
/Why does he have to still act so arrogant? We're all in this boat together now.../ Dib thought to himself. He glanced up from his unprevailing pile to see that Zim had found an old bench already. It seemed to be in pretty good condition, and they could use something to sit on, although it may not exactly be comfortable.
"HaHAA!!" Zim stood up arrogantly, arms crossed and eyes glaring at Dib, "I have already found something! Have you? I think not!" he paused to see that Dib wasn't doing anything, he simply got up from his pile and began heading Zim's direction. /What is this? Is the Earthling not arguing with me?/ Zim quirked a non-existent eyebrow and shut up. He had learned a little more of the fine points about human ettiquette, and knew that it wasn't time to talk now. He continued on his search and Dib joined him about 10 feet down the line.
Their search went on with only the bench as a prize for several more hours. They had found some chairs, but the wood proved to be filled with termites, and would have broken if anyone, even GIR, had tried to sit on it.
The chairs and various other assorted items that proved to be unfitting were tossed aside with the rest of the heap. Zim and Dib continued in silence, save for various grunts and other such noises that were to be expected from males who were frustrated and tired from a hard day's work.
Zim was scanning the ground when he heard a loud shout from Dib, who was about 40 feet down form him, "ZIM! C'MERE!! I found something!" Zim glanced up immediately and then ran to Dib's side.
"What? I see nothing."
"Look!" Dib pointed out into the distance for a few seconds before he looked at Zim, and realized Zim was cocking his invisible eyebrow at him again.
"Really?" Sarcasm dripped from the Irken's words.
Dib sighed and ran out to where he was pointing, and Zim followed him out, gracefully leaping between spots where the garbage was stable enough to stand until he came to Dib's side.
Before them was an amazing sight, one they would have never cared about in the past though. In front of the two teens laid a set of bunk beds, they must have been freshly thrown out and still had the mattresses attatched to them. Zim ran up to the set and, pulling out a knife, sliced open the padding to check for insects and other such things. The mattress could be sewn back together, but they did not want to bring rodents and insects home with them. There was nothing. The inside was simply soft, thick padding and some springs, no rodents like Zim had feared. Dib had an enormous smirk across his face. Zim glared, "What are you smirking for? You should be happy, boy."
Dib widened his smirk to a devilish grin, " 'Cause I have discovered something far better than that bench you found. I win."
Zim glared at the ground, then at the bunk beds, "C'mon, let's just take it home."
They walked nearly a mile carrying the bunks to the apartment before Gaz spotted them carrying the load of the beds and the bench laying on the bottom bunk.
She ran up to them, heavenly smile plastered across her face, the two boys smiled and set the beds down on the ground for her to inspect.
She stepped about, looking at every portion of the set of beds. She noticed that the bunk could easily be taken apart and made into two. The bench would make a sufficient couch for their meagar living room/dining room/kitchenette/laundry room. And one bed could be placed in each bedroom.
Gaz bent over to inspect the underside of the beds and couch. Dib glanced over at Zim a few seconds later, who was looking down slightly and grinning like a maniac. Dib followed the Irken's scarlet eyes to Gaz's rear, and then back again, just to see that Zim had noticed him and was now looking up and whistling to no one.
The next thing Zim saw was Dib's fist headed for his face.
*~Present~*
That was one of the first times that Zim and Dib managed to do anything together right. It may have been because they had a common interest, fixing up the place, and getting Gaz a worthy gift for her birthday.
Zim pulled out his tools from under the bench in the living room. It had most of what was needed to completely reconstruct GIR. He had owned the kit since the beginning of his mission, but had no need for it until now. GIR did not need to be reconstructed, but simply repaired. This time his antenna was snapped in one place, and only held together by the wire running through it, and there was another hole in the top of his head.
Zim peered inside with a flashlight to see the usual contents of GIR's head. There was lint, dust, bits of cloth, bubble gum, and other assorted things someone had decided to put in place instead of an AI chip and a central computer mainframe. When Zim had first discovered this he was in complete shock, and it was also when he realized that he really was sent to Earth on an exile trip. He had kept the contents the same though instead of upgrading him himself, he had grown to sort of like GIR's personality, he was some mechanical ray of sunshine in this little hole.
He welded a new piece of metal to GIR's head and let the bot cool for a minute.
"Can I go now Master? I wanna playyy!!" GIR pleaded with all his might.
"No GIR, you need to stay here so you can cool off, when the welds are dry and cool you can go outside and play some more." He stated cooly as he packed up the tools he had used and placed them under the bench once more. He tapped one of the spots where he had welded the metal to the bot's head to see if it was done yet. It was a touch warm, but it wasn't going anywhere. GIR had begun to sing "The DOOM Song" again and was swaying back and forth in his spot. "GIR? If you shut up I will let you play now."
GIR stopped singing immediately and looked hopefully at Zim, "Really??"
"Yes, really. Are you going to sing that song again?"
GIR grinned, "Nooooo...I won't!"
"Then you can play." Zim said as he pulled the S.I.R. unit off of the bench and set him on the ground.
"YAY!!" GIR ran about for a few seconds before charging out of the open door into the dim sunlight.