Chapter 3- by X-KAT
I hope all you readers are liking my story so far. Sorry I haven't updated in a while but school makes me kind of busy. Okay.TIME TO TYPE!
*********** Dib could feel the raygun being pointed at him as he closed his eyes, and his heart was racing a mile a minute.
Zim was enjoying the fear he was seeing in his enemy. He tightened his grip on the gun.
"The tall people thingys say they need to talk to you!" Gir yelled as he came out of the trash.
"Ummm.tall thingys? Oh! The tallest!", Zim shouted excitedly, "I told you Gir, those tall thingys are named the TALLEST." no reponce, "they are our leaders.", still nothing, "they CREATED you."
"Oh yeah.that was them?" Gir responded innocently.
"Ugg!" Zim said and slapped himself in the forehead. "Anyway, I have to respond to their call, I will be back to finish you off shortly." He said glaring at Dib, who was trying to keep his composure.
After Zim went down to his labs, dib moped for a few moments, but was then struck by an idea. He remembered one of the improvements he had made to his glasses a while back.
"Of course! I can use my glasses transmitter to contact Darkbooty of the Swollen Eyeball Network!" Dib said enthusiastically. "If only I could activate it.." He rolled the top right corner of his glasses against one of the mechanical arms that held him to twist the activation lever.
"Got it!" He yelled as a holographic screen projected in front of Dib from his glasses.
"Connect with Darkbooty." He commanded.
"Processing.connecting.contact." Dib's computer responded. Darkbooty flickered onto the screen.
"Mothman, is that you? What have you gotten yourself into this time?"
"Sorry Darkbooty, but I'm trapped by Zim in his house and if I don't get out soon, I'll be six feet under. Could you come over and help?"
"Mmm.I am in the middle of an important experiment right now and I am forbidden to leave until I'm done. So I can't come over."
"Oh great, I'm dead,- you're the only one who would ever help me."
"I said I couldn't come over, not that I couldn't help you", Darkbooty responded cooly. "Now, you said you were at Zim's? Well, if you give me the address I can hack into a satellite monitoring system and zero in on Zim's base."
Dib told Darkbooty what he needed to know until Darkbooty had Zim's house on sight.
"Now here's the tricky part", stated Darkbooty, " I am going to use my own experimental software to upgrade the satellite's capabilities. If this works, the satellite can x-ray in on Zim's base, and tell me all kinds of things about it's functions and layout."
"Hurry Darkbooty, hurry! I think I hear the elevator working!"
"Almost done.there!" Darkbooty exclaimed, "Ah ha.I see the mechanical arms, and they seem to have a weakness."
"What!? Where!?"
"The joint between the actual grabber and arm is surprisingly weak. I bet if you were to twist the "wrist" back and forth it would snap off."
Dib hurriedly tried to twist one arm, which was on his arm, back and forth. Eventually, it broke!
"It works!" Dib said a little too loud.
"What works?" Zim said, aggravation in his voice.
Dib quickly turned off the screen so he could only have audio contact with Darkbooty, and hid the broken arm.
"Um.my brain! I am proud to announce that it is fully functional." Dib said as he heard Darkbooty groan in the background.
"Not for long, puny earth-child." Zim responded, "Not after this raygun fries that ugly gray mass of yours!"
While Zim was saying this, Dib was trying to inconspicuously move the arm on his leg back and forth, but Zim noticed.
"What are you doing?" He demanded.
"Nervous twitch?" Dib said unsure.
"Well, you SHOULD be nervous about what I, ZIM, am about to do to you! Mwa!Ha!Ha! All hail Zim and the fear he installs in his victoms! Mwa!Ha!Ha! Anyway, down to business."
He raised the raygun once again, sure of his victory, tightening the trigger.
Twack! A kick from Dib sent it flying across the room. The mechanical arm he was twisting on his leg broke just in time.
"Oh, oh, I got it!" chirped Gir who had just walked into the room to see what all Zim's laughing was about. "Are we playing monkey in the middle?"
"Ah, yes", said Dib, trying to buy more time, "And Zim is the monkey!"
"Yay!!!" Gir screamed as he kept the gun away from Zim.
"Almost got it." Dib said as he struggled with the last arm. "There! I am free! Yes!"
He started to do a victory dance but Darkbooty got him back on track. "Great job Mothman, now get out of there!"
"Wish I could, but I can't. I need to go back down to Zims' lab to get my backpack with the photographic proof in it. You can lead me through the lab, right?"
"You are just asking to get killed, but if it is really that important to you, I guess I will help you."
"Great! I owe you big time for this, Darkbooty!"
"I know.okay, use that hole in the middle of the floor; I assume it is your work, to jump on to Zim's elevator tube and slide down it like you would a firepole."
Zim turned around just fast enough to see the black trenchcoat dip over and into the hole. He decided to get another weapon from his lab and ran to his elevator to follow Dib.
Dib reached the bottom just as Zim was at the top. He took off running in the directions Darkbooty told him to go.
"Just one more right turn and your backpack should be on some kind of table." Darkbooty instructed.
"Okay," Dib huffed as he rounded the corner and saw his precious invention on an examining table. "Found it!"
Dib was putting it on his back when he heard Zim running behind him. He turned to see Zim coming around the corner with what looked like a larger version of his raygun.
No thought process needed here. Dib took off running across to the other end of the lab and dodged behind a computer mainframe just as an electric pulse wized by his head.
" Okay kid, I see some kind of weapon on top of the mainframe. Try to get it." Darkbooty explained.
It was no trouble- being 6'2" in a base of a 3 foot alien helps.
Zim saw Dib grab the gun, so stopped in his advance and also hid behind a "computer shelter" on the opposite side of his lab.
Laser darts and electronic pulses flew amuck in Zim's base. Profanities were shouted in every way possible. All until a little robot wanted to play.
"Oh, cowboys and Indians!" It squealed, "I love this game! I'll be the goalie."
"Zim! Get your stupid robot out of the way!"
"I'm trying stink-beast! Gir, come here Gir, we are not playing."
Dib didn't have the patience for this; he fired his laser gun at the little android and hit his target. But the expected did not happen, it did not fall or explode, it's eyes just changed color. It's head turned to face Dib, eyes of blazing red;.
"I have acquired your target, master, and will capture it as you desire." Gir said with a lower voice than normal.
Gir took off running towards Dib, and grabbed both his arms from behind. Gir bent them behind Dib, before Dib knew what was going on.
"Good Gir" Zim shouted, while walking towards Dib with his advanced ray gun." Hold him so I can get a good shot."
"No!" Dib yelled, trying to swing Gir off. It was useless.
Zim steadied the gun, took aim, and fired. Dib swung Gir around at exactly the right moment so that Gir took the blow. The robot flew off Dib and landed on the floor.
"Gir!" Zim screamed." Are you okay Gir?!"
The small robot stirred and got up." Camels are yummy!", It screamed and started running in circles.
"Oh well, at least I know you aren't completely useless Gir."Zim sighed. At that, Gir stumbled over to Zim and gave him a gut-wrenching hug.
"Awww! I love you too!" Gir said while tightened his hold.
Dib decided to use this at his advantage and took off running towards the exit.
"No, Gir, no! Let go! He is getting away!"
Darkbooty told Dib where a pair of hoverboots were to be found and Dib made his way out of the house easily with Zim and the house security being disabled.
"Thanks Darkbooty, I wouldn't be alive right now if you hadn't helped." Dib said sincerely.
"You're welcome kid now I 'd better be getting back to that important experiment I brought up earlier. Until next time, Agent Darkbooty signing off."
Dib normally would have asked what the experiment was about, but right now he was too happy to be alive. He breathed in the night air. This night the air meant more that ever. He looked up at the stars and secretly wondered about their infinity. His mind then went to Zim and his backpack. Zim got awful close this time, too close. And his backpack would still need some work. Dib pondered these facts until he made it to his house. Gaz was asleep on the couch, and his Dad still wasn't home. He made his way upstairs to his room and set the backpack on his desk. He would look at it after a short break. His mind just started to nod off when he heard pounding at his door, and a familiar voice accompany it.
"Oh no." Dib said out loud.
Well, There it is: Chapter three. I really hope you are reading and enjoying. Oh yes- A major plot twist coming up soon, so don't drop out on me now! Whoo, I am tired! TIME FOR BED!
I hope all you readers are liking my story so far. Sorry I haven't updated in a while but school makes me kind of busy. Okay.TIME TO TYPE!
*********** Dib could feel the raygun being pointed at him as he closed his eyes, and his heart was racing a mile a minute.
Zim was enjoying the fear he was seeing in his enemy. He tightened his grip on the gun.
"The tall people thingys say they need to talk to you!" Gir yelled as he came out of the trash.
"Ummm.tall thingys? Oh! The tallest!", Zim shouted excitedly, "I told you Gir, those tall thingys are named the TALLEST." no reponce, "they are our leaders.", still nothing, "they CREATED you."
"Oh yeah.that was them?" Gir responded innocently.
"Ugg!" Zim said and slapped himself in the forehead. "Anyway, I have to respond to their call, I will be back to finish you off shortly." He said glaring at Dib, who was trying to keep his composure.
After Zim went down to his labs, dib moped for a few moments, but was then struck by an idea. He remembered one of the improvements he had made to his glasses a while back.
"Of course! I can use my glasses transmitter to contact Darkbooty of the Swollen Eyeball Network!" Dib said enthusiastically. "If only I could activate it.." He rolled the top right corner of his glasses against one of the mechanical arms that held him to twist the activation lever.
"Got it!" He yelled as a holographic screen projected in front of Dib from his glasses.
"Connect with Darkbooty." He commanded.
"Processing.connecting.contact." Dib's computer responded. Darkbooty flickered onto the screen.
"Mothman, is that you? What have you gotten yourself into this time?"
"Sorry Darkbooty, but I'm trapped by Zim in his house and if I don't get out soon, I'll be six feet under. Could you come over and help?"
"Mmm.I am in the middle of an important experiment right now and I am forbidden to leave until I'm done. So I can't come over."
"Oh great, I'm dead,- you're the only one who would ever help me."
"I said I couldn't come over, not that I couldn't help you", Darkbooty responded cooly. "Now, you said you were at Zim's? Well, if you give me the address I can hack into a satellite monitoring system and zero in on Zim's base."
Dib told Darkbooty what he needed to know until Darkbooty had Zim's house on sight.
"Now here's the tricky part", stated Darkbooty, " I am going to use my own experimental software to upgrade the satellite's capabilities. If this works, the satellite can x-ray in on Zim's base, and tell me all kinds of things about it's functions and layout."
"Hurry Darkbooty, hurry! I think I hear the elevator working!"
"Almost done.there!" Darkbooty exclaimed, "Ah ha.I see the mechanical arms, and they seem to have a weakness."
"What!? Where!?"
"The joint between the actual grabber and arm is surprisingly weak. I bet if you were to twist the "wrist" back and forth it would snap off."
Dib hurriedly tried to twist one arm, which was on his arm, back and forth. Eventually, it broke!
"It works!" Dib said a little too loud.
"What works?" Zim said, aggravation in his voice.
Dib quickly turned off the screen so he could only have audio contact with Darkbooty, and hid the broken arm.
"Um.my brain! I am proud to announce that it is fully functional." Dib said as he heard Darkbooty groan in the background.
"Not for long, puny earth-child." Zim responded, "Not after this raygun fries that ugly gray mass of yours!"
While Zim was saying this, Dib was trying to inconspicuously move the arm on his leg back and forth, but Zim noticed.
"What are you doing?" He demanded.
"Nervous twitch?" Dib said unsure.
"Well, you SHOULD be nervous about what I, ZIM, am about to do to you! Mwa!Ha!Ha! All hail Zim and the fear he installs in his victoms! Mwa!Ha!Ha! Anyway, down to business."
He raised the raygun once again, sure of his victory, tightening the trigger.
Twack! A kick from Dib sent it flying across the room. The mechanical arm he was twisting on his leg broke just in time.
"Oh, oh, I got it!" chirped Gir who had just walked into the room to see what all Zim's laughing was about. "Are we playing monkey in the middle?"
"Ah, yes", said Dib, trying to buy more time, "And Zim is the monkey!"
"Yay!!!" Gir screamed as he kept the gun away from Zim.
"Almost got it." Dib said as he struggled with the last arm. "There! I am free! Yes!"
He started to do a victory dance but Darkbooty got him back on track. "Great job Mothman, now get out of there!"
"Wish I could, but I can't. I need to go back down to Zims' lab to get my backpack with the photographic proof in it. You can lead me through the lab, right?"
"You are just asking to get killed, but if it is really that important to you, I guess I will help you."
"Great! I owe you big time for this, Darkbooty!"
"I know.okay, use that hole in the middle of the floor; I assume it is your work, to jump on to Zim's elevator tube and slide down it like you would a firepole."
Zim turned around just fast enough to see the black trenchcoat dip over and into the hole. He decided to get another weapon from his lab and ran to his elevator to follow Dib.
Dib reached the bottom just as Zim was at the top. He took off running in the directions Darkbooty told him to go.
"Just one more right turn and your backpack should be on some kind of table." Darkbooty instructed.
"Okay," Dib huffed as he rounded the corner and saw his precious invention on an examining table. "Found it!"
Dib was putting it on his back when he heard Zim running behind him. He turned to see Zim coming around the corner with what looked like a larger version of his raygun.
No thought process needed here. Dib took off running across to the other end of the lab and dodged behind a computer mainframe just as an electric pulse wized by his head.
" Okay kid, I see some kind of weapon on top of the mainframe. Try to get it." Darkbooty explained.
It was no trouble- being 6'2" in a base of a 3 foot alien helps.
Zim saw Dib grab the gun, so stopped in his advance and also hid behind a "computer shelter" on the opposite side of his lab.
Laser darts and electronic pulses flew amuck in Zim's base. Profanities were shouted in every way possible. All until a little robot wanted to play.
"Oh, cowboys and Indians!" It squealed, "I love this game! I'll be the goalie."
"Zim! Get your stupid robot out of the way!"
"I'm trying stink-beast! Gir, come here Gir, we are not playing."
Dib didn't have the patience for this; he fired his laser gun at the little android and hit his target. But the expected did not happen, it did not fall or explode, it's eyes just changed color. It's head turned to face Dib, eyes of blazing red;.
"I have acquired your target, master, and will capture it as you desire." Gir said with a lower voice than normal.
Gir took off running towards Dib, and grabbed both his arms from behind. Gir bent them behind Dib, before Dib knew what was going on.
"Good Gir" Zim shouted, while walking towards Dib with his advanced ray gun." Hold him so I can get a good shot."
"No!" Dib yelled, trying to swing Gir off. It was useless.
Zim steadied the gun, took aim, and fired. Dib swung Gir around at exactly the right moment so that Gir took the blow. The robot flew off Dib and landed on the floor.
"Gir!" Zim screamed." Are you okay Gir?!"
The small robot stirred and got up." Camels are yummy!", It screamed and started running in circles.
"Oh well, at least I know you aren't completely useless Gir."Zim sighed. At that, Gir stumbled over to Zim and gave him a gut-wrenching hug.
"Awww! I love you too!" Gir said while tightened his hold.
Dib decided to use this at his advantage and took off running towards the exit.
"No, Gir, no! Let go! He is getting away!"
Darkbooty told Dib where a pair of hoverboots were to be found and Dib made his way out of the house easily with Zim and the house security being disabled.
"Thanks Darkbooty, I wouldn't be alive right now if you hadn't helped." Dib said sincerely.
"You're welcome kid now I 'd better be getting back to that important experiment I brought up earlier. Until next time, Agent Darkbooty signing off."
Dib normally would have asked what the experiment was about, but right now he was too happy to be alive. He breathed in the night air. This night the air meant more that ever. He looked up at the stars and secretly wondered about their infinity. His mind then went to Zim and his backpack. Zim got awful close this time, too close. And his backpack would still need some work. Dib pondered these facts until he made it to his house. Gaz was asleep on the couch, and his Dad still wasn't home. He made his way upstairs to his room and set the backpack on his desk. He would look at it after a short break. His mind just started to nod off when he heard pounding at his door, and a familiar voice accompany it.
"Oh no." Dib said out loud.
Well, There it is: Chapter three. I really hope you are reading and enjoying. Oh yes- A major plot twist coming up soon, so don't drop out on me now! Whoo, I am tired! TIME FOR BED!