Chapter
6: A Harsh Reality.
Authors Note: Here's the deal. It's been nearly 2
weeks since I've written a whole story or chapter. I've been working on a
big project. Not even my accomplice, Tarrah, knows of it. *And, Tarrah? Don't
go trying to get it out of me! I won't tell you! It's a surprise! * So,
anyway, it might be a little off. I might forget something.
After arriving home, Zer took a deep breath. That was too close a call. He looked for Gir, but he had already gone out of site. He wondered where he had gone. Instead of searching for him, he went to go make sure Sir was not damaged. As usual, Sir was plopped down in front of the TV. He was watching 2 unusual animated characters hop up and down, pointlessly. As far as Zer was concerned, he was ok. "Sir? Did you see where Gir went? I'm a little concerned about him." Sir looked at him, and shrugged his shoulders. "Well, get up. We have to go find him!" "Uh… no! I'm not going to look for Him!" It sounded like Sir were jealous or something, though Zer couldn't think of a reason. "Hey! You owe your life to that robot, and your gonna go help look for him!!" "Eat my shorts." Zer looked at him, quite annoyed, and then left to get a new costume, since he wasn't sure what happened to his other one. He quickly instructed his computer to make an identical on, and after putting it on, went in search of Gir.
After an hour or two of checking Gir's favorite places, he gave up for the day and went inside. For some reason, he was more worried then usual. He wondered if it was because, he realized Gir had just saved his life. He thought about what Gir said. "I'm not gonna watch my master die twice." He wondered if Gir thought he really was Zim. He knew many Irkens were quite similar, and Zim and Zer did have the same color markings, so it was quite possible. He had a lot of trouble sleeping that night. He really was worried.
The next day, he woke up early enough, that there was a good 3 hours before skool. Instead of searching for Gir, he sat down and typed a message to the Tallest. He felt to stupid to talk to them in person. They had watched him fail at catching the Human, Saje, and probably thought he was a complete moron. He simply told them that he had successfully gotten the photo's back.
That day at school, Saje and Dib were gone. He didn't expect them to show after their failure.
The day went normal. He was very out of it, and didn't really notice anything. At the end of the day, he was walking down the street to home, when something caught his attention. He had taken a different rout home, in hope of finding Gir, but instead, found a museum, dedicated to Dib. Out of pure curiosity, he entered. He saw many things about Zim, and lot's of other creepy things. He also saw a cupcake wrapper sitting on the floor. "Gir!" He thought to himself. Gir had been here! He immediately ran down the hallway that the wrapper was nearest too. It was a long, dark hallway, with a door at the end. There were various no entry signs around it, and a broken lock on the door. He opened the door, only too see Gir pulling a Tape out of a VCR, and setting it back in a box labeled "ARTIFACTS RELATED TO MURDER". Gir turned to face him, tears streaming down his face. He fell to Zer's feet, and cried out quietly. Zer picked him up, and began to walk away. Before he left, he took a diary out of the box, and slipped it into his 'Back pack.'
When they got home, Zer set Gir down on the floor. He looked at him in concern. He was quickly slipping back into the state he was at when they found him. Sir watched from a distance. Gir sat there, curled up in a ball, slowly rocking, and crying. Zer didn't know what he saw, but it must have been totally devastating for him. Zer let him be, hoping he would snap out of it.
Scene change. I don't feel like starting another
chapter.
The next morning, Gir was gone again. Zer was on his way back to the museum, when he passed another facility with a sign reading "DIB". Once again, out of curiosity, he went in. He quickly realized what this was. It was a graveyard. Over three hundred gravestones stood, nearly every one of them labeled Dib. There were a few with other names. In the far distance, set back from the rest, laid the one in only Gaz's Grave. Zer was not familiar with the name. He looked around at several statues, and then walked around the graveyard. He felt no sorrow for the place. To him, Dib was simply a murderer. A cold-blooded Alien killer. He walked to another little separated section of the cemetery. Well, It was actually quite a large section. There stood 2 statues. Only one marked a grave. One was the gravestone of the original Dib. Before he even looked at the other statue, he notices a glass case imbedded in the stone. A green & black piece of material, left near the murder sight. He had a hunch what it might be, but quickly rejected the thought. Then he looked toward the other statue, and dropped to his knees. Zim. A statue dedicated to Zim. The fame in Dib's life. Zer didn't know what too say. He never thought there would be a statue dedicated to an Irken in Dibs gravesite. Then He saw the inscription at the bottom. It simply said. "Dedicated by Dib. "Let all life live on, despite it's cause". Zer wondered why Dib would say something like that about Zim. He stared at the stone figure of Zim, and then wondered. Wondered if that was really said. Wondered if Dib, for some reason, regretted what he had done. He looked around, and regretted, himself, ever coming to earth. This was too much. To much emotion. It was the harsh reality that was life. Then, a thought ran across his mind. Whit if. What if he was here for a reason? Not to conquer the planet, but perhaps to set something strait. To expose the real truth. Was there a real truth? Was there another reason all of this was happening? Was there a reason Gir lived? Zer sat there, and wondered. Wondered about the lives that could be in his hands. He wondered if he was here to destroy earth. And, He wondered about all the death in the past. If Zim was given a real mission, every single challenge he had been faced with could have been avoided. He sat, and wondered why. Why this. Why that? Why did any of this have to happen? He sat there, and wondered.
