Hello! I've been away from this story a while, I know, but I told you I would be, so don't yell at me! *avoids people throwing shoes* Yeah, I didn't want to update this, cause I'm afraid of screwing up the ending. Yes, the ending. Don't make me repeat it again. Just stop reading this and read the chapter.
Disclaimer: I dun own Invader Zim or Viacom or anything really. I own me. I'm worthless. Anybody wanna buy me?
A Robot's Rage
At first, Dib just stared up at the little robot glaring at him. He didn't know how to respond. Gir's eyes were glowing hot red, and the little robot seemed to be glaring right through him. After the shock wore off, Dib growled and swung at Gir with his arm. Gir grabbed it, right before it hit him on the side of the head. He squeezed hard.
Dib yelped and quickly shot a robotic leg out of backpod to knock Gir off his arm. It stuck the little robot on the shoulder, and he was sent flying toward a wall. Dib rubbed where Gir had been squeezing him. There was a red mark there. He growled and glared over toward the direction he had thrown Gir.
Gir was standing there, his body tense, ready for a fight. Dib stared at him, then began to laugh.
"Are you seriously challenging me to a battle? You?! You puny little thing?! Don't waist my time!" Dib said, and he pulled a small blaster out of the backpod. Gir immediately shot it out of his hands with his laser eyes. Dib looked at his hand, then at the blaster, then at Gir. He bit his lip, trying to decide what to do. His eyes darted from Gir to the blaster. After a moment, Dib quickly dove toward the blaster.
Gir was ready. He shot another blast at the gun, and as Dib's hand reached for it, he was struck by the robot's laser. Dib held back a high pitched shriek, cupping his burnt hand. It had a black circle on it, where the laser had hit him. He glared at Gir, then hastily picked up the blaster and fired at Gir. Gir swiftly dodged the shots, and chuckled cockily and closed his eyes.
"Who's the puny thing now?!" Gir said loudly, his voice high pitched and metallic. Not hearing a response, Gir opened his eyes. "Wha-?" Dib was no longer standing in front of him. He looked all around him, but still didn't see the human. Gir heard a soft clicking and looked above him.
Dib was hanging over Gir like a spider, the robotic legs keeping him stable. He held a larger laser blaster in his hands, and had one eye closed, aiming at Gir. Dib pulled the trigger, and Gir was hit with a blast that sent him flying. Dib snickered happily in triumph. Gir turned on his jets to slow down, and he prevented himself from smacking into the wall. He steadied himself in the air, and when he recovered his senses, he looked around for Dib. He was a little too slow, and Dib came at him quickly, kicking him in the side.
This time, Gir couldn't stop himself from hitting the wall, and he bounced off it, landed on the floor, and rolled. He stuck his arms out and stopped himself. He shook his head and looked up, only to see a blaster pointed straight in his face. Dib glared down at Gir, grinning wickedly. Gir sat up and backed away as far as he could, but there was still no way that Dib would miss if he pulled the trigger.
"At least you put up a better fight than he did," Dib said, and he nodded his head towards Zim. Gir stared at his master, and felt all the rage build up in him again, but he could do nothing. He looked up at the roof, trying to think. Dib crept up close to him, forcing the tip of the blaster into Gir's forehead. He snickered, and started to slowly squeeze the trigger.
Gir suddenly got an idea. He stuck his legs out at Dib and turned his jets on. This sent Dib flying backwards a short distance, and he landed on his back. Gir took advantage of the few seconds it took for Dib to stand up, and shot a circle into the roof above Dib. Dib's pupils grew small as he looked above him, and the ceiling collapsed on top of him.
Gir sighed in relief, and his eyes turned back to their normal cyan color. He skipped over to his master, and tried once more to wake him up.
"Master...oh master?" Gir whispered by Zim's head. Zim stirred slightly, and Gir smiled. "Master! You aren't a dead zombie person!" Gir cried, and he hugged Zim's head. Zim whined softly, and opened his eyes half way. His broken left arm quickly started to hurt him, and he shut his eyes tight in pain. Gir danced around, singing. He clapped his hands, and hugged Zim's head several more times. Zim forced a smile through his pain.
"I made Dib go smashed, master!" Gir said, pointing at the rubble from the ceiling. Zim opened his eyes wide, ignoring his pain, and stared at Gir. He wished he could hug the little robot. Zim's eyes quickly went to the pile of rubble, and he remembered something.
"G...Gir," Zim choked, speaking so softly that Gir had a hard time hearing. "Was he wearing the backpod?" he asked, and breathed deeply after he had finished. Gir nodded, and began to jump up and down.
"Yeah! Should I go get it?" Gir chimed, and Zim nodded. Gir screeched in joy, and he ran over to the rock pile. He dove into it, digging furiously, until he ran into Dib's limp body. Dib was still holding the blaster in his hand, and the other hand was over his head, maybe there to protect it. Gir kicked a large piece of ceiling off of Dib's body so he could see the backpod. Gir spat in his hands and rubbed the together quickly, then took a deep breath. He put his hands on either side of the backpod, and pulled as hard as he possibly could.
Sparks started flying from the backpod, and Gir's gears started to grind. Gir continued to pull, but also turned his jets on to help him. More sparks flew, and Dib was mildly electrocuted. Gir eventually ripped the backpod off, but wires were hanging out of it and it would probably need repaired.
After being electrocuted, Dib awoke. He was a little dizzy and had no idea where he was, but when he heard Gir's high pitch voice, he remembered everything and became furious. He laid perfectly still as Gir shifted around in the rubble, pretending to be unconscious. Gir kicked all the rocks off of Dib and jumped out of the rubble pile, holding the backpod like a trophy.
"Ta-da!" Gir shouted happily, and he spun around on one foot. Zim was looking up at him meekly, still laying on the floor. He had made no attempt to sit up, afraid that it would make him faint. He was exhausted, but happy. Gir slowly started marching toward his master, holding the backpod high above his head.
"Take another step, and your master gets a blast to the head!" Dib shouted at Gir. Zim stared up at the rubble pile, seeing Dib pointing a blaster at him. Dib looked injured, and the hand holding the blaster was unsteady, but it clearly didn't matter. Dib refused to be the loser. Gir stopped in his tracks, understanding the message. They all froze in their places, Dib's shaking arm being the only thing moving.
After a few minutes, Gir became unbalanced, and fell over. Zim gasped and closed his eyes tight, preparing for Dib to shoot him. Dib grinned sinisterly, and took careful aim.
"HA!" he scoffed, and he pulled the trigger.
Nothing happened.
Dib looked at the blaster, confused. He pulled the trigger again. Still nothing. He squeezed it over and over, but still nothing happened. Dib threw the blaster down and yelled in frustration.
Zim smiled slightly. 'It only works if you have the backpod on,' he thought to himself, and he sighed. He knew he was safe from Dib now. He looked over at Gir, who was staring at him eagerly. Zim nodded his head, and Gir squealed in joy. His eyes got red, but they were no longer filled with anger and hatred. He jetted over to Dib.
"Bye bye!" Gir said, waving, and he shot at the roof again. A big chunk of the ceiling fell around Dib and over his head, and he fainted underneath it all. Gir cheered, then raced over to Zim with the backpod. Gir pushed a button on it to call the Voot Cruiser, then gave it to Zim. Zim smiled at him, feeling the happiest he'd ever felt in a long time. He sighed.
"Let's go home."
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That's it! The end! I feel so sad! I didn't want this to end! I felt that I shouldn't put the whole 'How Zim Gets Cured' chapter thing, because I think it's better to leave it hanging. That way, you can have your own ideas on how Zim gets better and what happens to Dib. I think that's more fun.
I really enjoyed writing this. Before I joined FF.net, I always started something and never finished it. The only reason this was different was because of the reviews. I just want to thank all of you who reviewed and liked the story. You really helped a lot. Thanks again people! Peace!
-Crystal