Howdy y'all! Did you miss me? *Crickets chirp* I'll pretend that was a
yes.
I would like to thank my reviewers, without whom I probably would not have written this chapter. Please continue your support. I would like to answer your questions, but I fear that would give too much of the plot away. Eventually they should be answered. Just not now. This chapter was really hard for me to write because I usually try hard to keep the characters 'in character'. And it is a known fact that when one experiences a change in one's life (such as finding out one's father is an alien) one is likely to act a little different than normal. So it is a conundrum trying to make Dib in character, acting not like himself a bit. Remember what he is going through. Then maybe it will make more sense to you.
Disclaimer: I am not, nor was I ever, Jhonen C. Vasquez.
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The bell rang, signaling yet another dull day at skool had begun. Ms. Bitters was not looking forward to spending another day suffering the child- stench her miserable class gave off. She sat behind her desk. Any moment they would come streaming in her classroom. Yes, here they were coming through her door. Just like clockwork.
She stood up. "Sit down class." She began pacing the front of the room. "Open your filthy textbooks to chapter twelve as I call attendance." Suddenly she stopped pacing. Something had caught her eye. At first she didn't think she had actually saw it, but she turned her head and there it was. Today, Dib was on time.
Indeed, Dib wasn't himself today. He was still trying to come to terms with what his father had told him the night before. "Well, It seems Dib has decided to grace us with his presence today. For what do we owe the honor?" He looked up. Ms. Bitters was standing directly in front of his desk. He looked around. Now that they had noticed his presence, his classmates seemed surprised.
His attention was brought back to Ms. Bitters when she said, "What's the matter? Bigfoot not out today?" He looked straight at her. "So my paranormal research usually makes me a little bit late. I don't see why it is such a big deal if I don't feel much like researching today." He quipped.
Ms. Bitters was taken aback. Quite frankly she wasn't even expecting a response.
"Normally I would give you detention for talking back to a teacher. But seeing as you are really annoying, I'm sending you to see the skool psychologist. Maybe they can fix you." When he didn't move she pointed at the door. "Now!" she said. Dib sighed. It didn't seem like today was going to be his day. He was so preoccupied, that as he was leaving the room he didn't notice the look on Zim's face.
"Didja hear? That freak Dib was actually on time to class today!" It was lunchtime. Dib's lack of tardiness seemed to be the main topic of discussion. "Whoa! Dib? On time? You must be kidding!"
Dib himself however, had spent the entire morning in the skool psychologist's office. First he had had to wait for the skool psychologist to show up. That wait took a while. Then with the rest of the morning, he answered stupid questions with blatant lies.
He knew very well that if one wasn't in immediate danger of committing suicide, the psychologist wasn't going to care much about what one said.
And yet there was something on Dib's mind. He sighed and looked down at his ham and cheese sandwich. He had tried to save the human race from an alien menace, but in a twist of irony it turned out that he himself was, like it or not, part alien himself.
He thought back. Yes he did have memories of an alien spaceship. But what if it was only his father's lab? That was so long ago that his memories of the experience were hazy at best. And yet, the more he thought about it the more plausible it seemed. He remembered bright lights, and lying on a clean table. That was definitely possible in his dad's lab. He couldn't see well, but whatever it was had antennae just like the ones he now knew rested on his father's head. He remembered the large being doing something around his cranial area. Antennae removal perhaps? Until now he had thought the alien was trying to create a super baby. He smiled a little. In a sense that was what his father was trying to do.
Dib was awoken from his musings by the sensation of something being pressed between his eyes. Dib looked up to see Zim holding a small water pistol to his face. "What do you want Zim?" "I want you to be writhing in pain as I prepare to be lord of all humans." "Can't this wait?" Zim leaned in close so that only Dib could hear him.
"I have a plan earth-boy. Soon your pitiful home will feel the full force of my planet's mighty wrath." The truth was, Zim had no real plan. He was hoping that his bluff would catch Dib off guard. Zim was hoping that by making Dib think he had a plan, Dib would get presumptuous, thus Dib would inadvertently give him a plan. It would actually make his statement a self-fulfilling prophecy. Zim was amazed at his own cleverness.
Imagine Zim's surprise however, when Dib said, "I don't know where you are from Zim, and I'm sure your plan is very nice. But please..." Dib gently nudged the water pistol away from his face and stood up. "I'm not in the mood right now okay?"
The bell rang, signaling the end of recess. Dib slowly walked for the door.
"Maybe some other time." He called out without looking back. Zim watched him walking away, his jaw dropped and he was still aiming the water pistol where his enemy's face was.
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So…? What did you think? Please review and let me know.
Announcement: It was during the writing of this chapter that the author's doggie, best friend, and confidante Spike went to eternal paradise. She will be sorely missed by all who knew her.
I would like to thank my reviewers, without whom I probably would not have written this chapter. Please continue your support. I would like to answer your questions, but I fear that would give too much of the plot away. Eventually they should be answered. Just not now. This chapter was really hard for me to write because I usually try hard to keep the characters 'in character'. And it is a known fact that when one experiences a change in one's life (such as finding out one's father is an alien) one is likely to act a little different than normal. So it is a conundrum trying to make Dib in character, acting not like himself a bit. Remember what he is going through. Then maybe it will make more sense to you.
Disclaimer: I am not, nor was I ever, Jhonen C. Vasquez.
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The bell rang, signaling yet another dull day at skool had begun. Ms. Bitters was not looking forward to spending another day suffering the child- stench her miserable class gave off. She sat behind her desk. Any moment they would come streaming in her classroom. Yes, here they were coming through her door. Just like clockwork.
She stood up. "Sit down class." She began pacing the front of the room. "Open your filthy textbooks to chapter twelve as I call attendance." Suddenly she stopped pacing. Something had caught her eye. At first she didn't think she had actually saw it, but she turned her head and there it was. Today, Dib was on time.
Indeed, Dib wasn't himself today. He was still trying to come to terms with what his father had told him the night before. "Well, It seems Dib has decided to grace us with his presence today. For what do we owe the honor?" He looked up. Ms. Bitters was standing directly in front of his desk. He looked around. Now that they had noticed his presence, his classmates seemed surprised.
His attention was brought back to Ms. Bitters when she said, "What's the matter? Bigfoot not out today?" He looked straight at her. "So my paranormal research usually makes me a little bit late. I don't see why it is such a big deal if I don't feel much like researching today." He quipped.
Ms. Bitters was taken aback. Quite frankly she wasn't even expecting a response.
"Normally I would give you detention for talking back to a teacher. But seeing as you are really annoying, I'm sending you to see the skool psychologist. Maybe they can fix you." When he didn't move she pointed at the door. "Now!" she said. Dib sighed. It didn't seem like today was going to be his day. He was so preoccupied, that as he was leaving the room he didn't notice the look on Zim's face.
"Didja hear? That freak Dib was actually on time to class today!" It was lunchtime. Dib's lack of tardiness seemed to be the main topic of discussion. "Whoa! Dib? On time? You must be kidding!"
Dib himself however, had spent the entire morning in the skool psychologist's office. First he had had to wait for the skool psychologist to show up. That wait took a while. Then with the rest of the morning, he answered stupid questions with blatant lies.
He knew very well that if one wasn't in immediate danger of committing suicide, the psychologist wasn't going to care much about what one said.
And yet there was something on Dib's mind. He sighed and looked down at his ham and cheese sandwich. He had tried to save the human race from an alien menace, but in a twist of irony it turned out that he himself was, like it or not, part alien himself.
He thought back. Yes he did have memories of an alien spaceship. But what if it was only his father's lab? That was so long ago that his memories of the experience were hazy at best. And yet, the more he thought about it the more plausible it seemed. He remembered bright lights, and lying on a clean table. That was definitely possible in his dad's lab. He couldn't see well, but whatever it was had antennae just like the ones he now knew rested on his father's head. He remembered the large being doing something around his cranial area. Antennae removal perhaps? Until now he had thought the alien was trying to create a super baby. He smiled a little. In a sense that was what his father was trying to do.
Dib was awoken from his musings by the sensation of something being pressed between his eyes. Dib looked up to see Zim holding a small water pistol to his face. "What do you want Zim?" "I want you to be writhing in pain as I prepare to be lord of all humans." "Can't this wait?" Zim leaned in close so that only Dib could hear him.
"I have a plan earth-boy. Soon your pitiful home will feel the full force of my planet's mighty wrath." The truth was, Zim had no real plan. He was hoping that his bluff would catch Dib off guard. Zim was hoping that by making Dib think he had a plan, Dib would get presumptuous, thus Dib would inadvertently give him a plan. It would actually make his statement a self-fulfilling prophecy. Zim was amazed at his own cleverness.
Imagine Zim's surprise however, when Dib said, "I don't know where you are from Zim, and I'm sure your plan is very nice. But please..." Dib gently nudged the water pistol away from his face and stood up. "I'm not in the mood right now okay?"
The bell rang, signaling the end of recess. Dib slowly walked for the door.
"Maybe some other time." He called out without looking back. Zim watched him walking away, his jaw dropped and he was still aiming the water pistol where his enemy's face was.
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So…? What did you think? Please review and let me know.
Announcement: It was during the writing of this chapter that the author's doggie, best friend, and confidante Spike went to eternal paradise. She will be sorely missed by all who knew her.