I hope I'm not hated for how I'm writing Zim, Dib, or GIR...I don't have
much experience, but I'm trying my best! ^^; Please don't hate me...love
me...much much love....or I shall be oh-so-sad...
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Dib took a deep breath and shook his head as he turned and headed back to his house. Perhaps the people were just insane? Yes, that certainly had to be it. Normal people didn't walk up to houses and start conversations about how cool someone's hair was. Yet, despite how 'psycho' he thought the pair probably were, he couldn't help but look down at the pamphlet resting against the carpet as he stepped inside. With an arch of a brow, he reached down and picked it up, flipping through the pages slowly and blinking at what he saw. "They....put my name there already?" he asked himself, his voice sounding shocked at the revelation...and it got weirder. His father's and sister's names were there as well, printed in neat black ink.
The whole situation creeped him out and he rushed back into the living room, sliding to a halt in front of Gaz and holding the paper out for him to see. "Gaz! You won't believe this! These people, they just..." he began, though he was quickly interrupted.
"Get out of my way, you raving schitzo..."she hissed to him, her already slitted eyes seeming to narrow even more in a rather doomy sort of way.
"But, Gaz...you just have to..."
"Dib, you have five seconds to get out of my view of those cheerleaders...or, I -will- unleash my fury upon you..." Gaz responded with a slightly lower tone.
"But, Gaz.." He could tell that he wasn't being heard when he saw her hand inch towards a nearby lamp and took a step to the side in reflex. "Well, look at it when they're done...er...imploding, or whatever..." With a sigh, Dib turned and headed back upstairs to his room, looking out the window intensely and beginning to wonder if he should even take the situation seriously...probably not, since they weren't there...but, they -were- at another house, readying themselves for a confrontation with yet another -unique- individual.
A knock on the door was heard, though it didn't seem to distract GIR from 'The Scary Monkey Show' whatsoever. He seemed to be in a trance for a while until there was another knock and he quickly crawled down off of the couch.
"Master, Master, the door's EXPLOOOODING! DO YOU HEAR THE DOOM SOUNDS! THE DOOM SOUNDS!" he exclaimed loudly.
"GIR, would you stop with the racket! It's only a knock....on...my...door?" With a curious expression, the little green alien quickly stalked through the room, wearing his human disguise just in case. Clearing his throat a little, he opened the door and peeked outside, eyeing the two girls who stood there.
"Master! They gots cupcakes?" GIR asked from behind, pushing against his legs to try and get a good view of them and tilting his little 'doggy' head to the side.
"No, GIR...back...and what do you want?" Zim asked the two in front of him, his eyes glaring angrily at having been disrupted.
"Well, I wouldn't mind some cupcakes, but that's really not what we're here for. We've come to recruit victims, er, participants for the town play..." The shorter girl with blue eyes said to him, "You'd make a great villain."
"Yeah...perfect, Kaci..."the second girl with glasses replied, grinning down at him.
"V-villain? THERE'RE NO VILLAINS HERE! You've got the wrong house! Now, removed your...uh...door...knocking...filth from my steps!" he replied, closing the door quickly while sounds of GIR exclaming about wanting to poke the Girl Scouts were heard.
Kaci stuck her foot out and caught the door on her sandal, grinning deviously to herself, "Aw, come on now, that was rude. You know, kids who aren't willing to participate in town plays seem a bit...suspicious...Don't you think so, Vet?"
Zim quickly looked behin himself, eyeing Kaci somewhat and kicking her sandal lightly with the toe of his bood. "Remove your filty appendage from my...what? Suspicious? What do you mean?" he asked, now paying attention to them fully and ignoring GIR's rants from behind about them getting Ice Cream Sandwiches for the Sand party. Meanwhile, Vet's grin had gotten a bit more...well, evil, since that was basically how she looked all of the time.
"Oh, nothing...it's just that most kids who aren't in at least one play during their childhood seem strange...like, they're -not from around here- ..."she hinted to him, watching as Zim's eyes widened a little more.
"Hm...well...I'm -not- different...I'm as...undifferent as undifferent can be...tell me of this...thing called a 'Play'...TELL ME NOW!" he demanded.
"Of course we will!" The ever-enthusiastic Kaci chided, "We're putting on a play of 'The Lion King' and we need someone to play Scar, the bad guy. You'd be perfect," She leaned down closer to him to whisper spookily, "You've got that 'evil dude' aura going on."
"Hmm...Scaaaar...I will think about it." Zim said quickly as he straightened his posture and snatched the pamphlet that Vet held out toward him. "Now, go away...you disgust me..." And with that, he kicked Kaci's foot out of the way and went back inside, screaming as GIR tackled his head for some reason.
Vet shrugged softly and headed away from the door. "He was interesting...but he looked so cute and green and...SQUISHY!" she exclaimed to Kaci while waiting for her friend to follow.
"Squishy...squishy but mean," Kaci replied, letting her head hang as she followed Vet past the small field of homicidal lawn gnomes, "He kicked my lucky feets. My lucky Birkenstock feets."
" Aaw...it'll be fine...we'll get you some nice striped socks..." her friend replied while lightly patting her on the back. And so, the insanity began...
Dib took a deep breath and shook his head as he turned and headed back to his house. Perhaps the people were just insane? Yes, that certainly had to be it. Normal people didn't walk up to houses and start conversations about how cool someone's hair was. Yet, despite how 'psycho' he thought the pair probably were, he couldn't help but look down at the pamphlet resting against the carpet as he stepped inside. With an arch of a brow, he reached down and picked it up, flipping through the pages slowly and blinking at what he saw. "They....put my name there already?" he asked himself, his voice sounding shocked at the revelation...and it got weirder. His father's and sister's names were there as well, printed in neat black ink.
The whole situation creeped him out and he rushed back into the living room, sliding to a halt in front of Gaz and holding the paper out for him to see. "Gaz! You won't believe this! These people, they just..." he began, though he was quickly interrupted.
"Get out of my way, you raving schitzo..."she hissed to him, her already slitted eyes seeming to narrow even more in a rather doomy sort of way.
"But, Gaz...you just have to..."
"Dib, you have five seconds to get out of my view of those cheerleaders...or, I -will- unleash my fury upon you..." Gaz responded with a slightly lower tone.
"But, Gaz.." He could tell that he wasn't being heard when he saw her hand inch towards a nearby lamp and took a step to the side in reflex. "Well, look at it when they're done...er...imploding, or whatever..." With a sigh, Dib turned and headed back upstairs to his room, looking out the window intensely and beginning to wonder if he should even take the situation seriously...probably not, since they weren't there...but, they -were- at another house, readying themselves for a confrontation with yet another -unique- individual.
A knock on the door was heard, though it didn't seem to distract GIR from 'The Scary Monkey Show' whatsoever. He seemed to be in a trance for a while until there was another knock and he quickly crawled down off of the couch.
"Master, Master, the door's EXPLOOOODING! DO YOU HEAR THE DOOM SOUNDS! THE DOOM SOUNDS!" he exclaimed loudly.
"GIR, would you stop with the racket! It's only a knock....on...my...door?" With a curious expression, the little green alien quickly stalked through the room, wearing his human disguise just in case. Clearing his throat a little, he opened the door and peeked outside, eyeing the two girls who stood there.
"Master! They gots cupcakes?" GIR asked from behind, pushing against his legs to try and get a good view of them and tilting his little 'doggy' head to the side.
"No, GIR...back...and what do you want?" Zim asked the two in front of him, his eyes glaring angrily at having been disrupted.
"Well, I wouldn't mind some cupcakes, but that's really not what we're here for. We've come to recruit victims, er, participants for the town play..." The shorter girl with blue eyes said to him, "You'd make a great villain."
"Yeah...perfect, Kaci..."the second girl with glasses replied, grinning down at him.
"V-villain? THERE'RE NO VILLAINS HERE! You've got the wrong house! Now, removed your...uh...door...knocking...filth from my steps!" he replied, closing the door quickly while sounds of GIR exclaming about wanting to poke the Girl Scouts were heard.
Kaci stuck her foot out and caught the door on her sandal, grinning deviously to herself, "Aw, come on now, that was rude. You know, kids who aren't willing to participate in town plays seem a bit...suspicious...Don't you think so, Vet?"
Zim quickly looked behin himself, eyeing Kaci somewhat and kicking her sandal lightly with the toe of his bood. "Remove your filty appendage from my...what? Suspicious? What do you mean?" he asked, now paying attention to them fully and ignoring GIR's rants from behind about them getting Ice Cream Sandwiches for the Sand party. Meanwhile, Vet's grin had gotten a bit more...well, evil, since that was basically how she looked all of the time.
"Oh, nothing...it's just that most kids who aren't in at least one play during their childhood seem strange...like, they're -not from around here- ..."she hinted to him, watching as Zim's eyes widened a little more.
"Hm...well...I'm -not- different...I'm as...undifferent as undifferent can be...tell me of this...thing called a 'Play'...TELL ME NOW!" he demanded.
"Of course we will!" The ever-enthusiastic Kaci chided, "We're putting on a play of 'The Lion King' and we need someone to play Scar, the bad guy. You'd be perfect," She leaned down closer to him to whisper spookily, "You've got that 'evil dude' aura going on."
"Hmm...Scaaaar...I will think about it." Zim said quickly as he straightened his posture and snatched the pamphlet that Vet held out toward him. "Now, go away...you disgust me..." And with that, he kicked Kaci's foot out of the way and went back inside, screaming as GIR tackled his head for some reason.
Vet shrugged softly and headed away from the door. "He was interesting...but he looked so cute and green and...SQUISHY!" she exclaimed to Kaci while waiting for her friend to follow.
"Squishy...squishy but mean," Kaci replied, letting her head hang as she followed Vet past the small field of homicidal lawn gnomes, "He kicked my lucky feets. My lucky Birkenstock feets."
" Aaw...it'll be fine...we'll get you some nice striped socks..." her friend replied while lightly patting her on the back. And so, the insanity began...