Authors Note: Okay I know I haven't added a story in a LONG TIME ever since
the Zim Whose Line fic. But I've been busy. Well this is what happens when
you catch me at 4 in the morning and giving me Red Hots. A horribly
adorable and cutish lil Irken smeet demon thingy. Enjoy
Dsiclaimer: I do not own the Tallest, Zim, or Dib, or any Irken in that area. They are the sole creations of Jhonen (or is it Jhnen now? I'm confused) Vasquez.
WAZAT
A small Irken tech stood before the Tallest, holding a box. The box was making horrible growling noises and shook violently. The Tallest stared at it, perplexed.
"Why did you come here tech?" Red asked.
"Yah! I'm missing Jerry!" chimed in Purple. The tech shook his head miserably. He set the box down on the floor. "My Tallest, the cloning machine must be faulty because it created." At this point, the tech stuck his hand into the box but quickly retreated it with a squeal of pain. "AH! IT BIT ME!" "What bit you?" Red queried.curious. "As I was saying, there must be a hiccup in the system because the cloning machine created.this!" The tech held up a tiny Irken smeet with defined claws on her hands and feet and stubby nubs of horn on her head next to the antennae. She yawned, revealing sharper than usual teeth. "What the hell is that?!" Red exclaimed.
"Awwwwwww..it's so CUTE!" Purple cooed. Red gave his fellow leader a quizzical glance before returning his attention to the tech, who had begun talking again. "It hasn't had any data upload yet. And there's no room for a PAK," he continued, turning the smeet backwards to reveal miniscule dragon wings and tail. "And it doesn't know a single word or manners obviously," the tech pointed out as the smeet gnawed on the fingers grasping her, sending forth a purplish liquid that got all over her. "It is obviously a reject. Shall I dispose of it?" Red nodded, "Yes, it is best we do." Purple grabbed the smeet. " No! No! No! Let it live with us! We can teach it! Then it'll be our servant!" "You are a real stickler for cute aren't you?" Purple nothing but poked the smeet's tummy, the smeet growled back.
Red sighed, "Fine! We'll keep it."
"It needs a name," Purple said, a few days later, watching the smeet sleep, her wings gently rising and falling. " How bout Bob?" "I think it's a female." Red replied.
"How would you know?!"
Red fell awkwardly silent for a few moments."Since we don't know what the hell SHE is.Let's call her Wazat." Purple nodded in agreement.
The next week was relatively peaceful since all Wazat seemed to do was sleep. However one day, Red came across Wazat on the floor, gnawing on something that was sickeningly familiar.his scarlet eyes fell upon the mangled body of the tech that had discovered Wazat in the first place. It was then Red realized what Wazat had in her mouth.the former tech's arm.
"Uh Purple? I think you should come and check on your little 'sleeping angel'?!" Purple hovered in and saw the whole thing, "Oh my." "Who coincidentally.isn't asleep anymore," Red finished. Purple went over and hit Wazat sharply on the head. "We do NOT kill and eat each other!" He jerked the arm fiercely out of Wazat's teeth. " Bad! BAD WAZAT!!!" He crossed his arms and watched Wazat sternly."What do you say?" Wazat blinked a few times and lowered her antennae. She crouched and hissed, then dashed out of the room past Red and Purple on all fours. After they had sent somebody to clean up Wazat's carnage, Red and Purple were back in the conference room.
"Mr. Mom." Red chuckled.
Purple blushed, "Well.I mean she had to be punished. Wazat can't go around eating people."
"The way that lil habit is going, she should be locked up in a cage!" Red said fiercely. "She isn't a normal Irken. What if she comes after us next huh? After what I saw what she did to that tech, I'm kinda fearful for my life." Purple shook his head, "Wazat wouldn't kill us, we're practically her parents. We named her for crying out loud!" A few Irken screams issued from the other side of the closed conference room door, followed by a familiar growl..The Tallest gulped.
Aww cute lil Wazat. She's so misunderstood. Read and reply and make me HAPPY!
Dsiclaimer: I do not own the Tallest, Zim, or Dib, or any Irken in that area. They are the sole creations of Jhonen (or is it Jhnen now? I'm confused) Vasquez.
WAZAT
A small Irken tech stood before the Tallest, holding a box. The box was making horrible growling noises and shook violently. The Tallest stared at it, perplexed.
"Why did you come here tech?" Red asked.
"Yah! I'm missing Jerry!" chimed in Purple. The tech shook his head miserably. He set the box down on the floor. "My Tallest, the cloning machine must be faulty because it created." At this point, the tech stuck his hand into the box but quickly retreated it with a squeal of pain. "AH! IT BIT ME!" "What bit you?" Red queried.curious. "As I was saying, there must be a hiccup in the system because the cloning machine created.this!" The tech held up a tiny Irken smeet with defined claws on her hands and feet and stubby nubs of horn on her head next to the antennae. She yawned, revealing sharper than usual teeth. "What the hell is that?!" Red exclaimed.
"Awwwwwww..it's so CUTE!" Purple cooed. Red gave his fellow leader a quizzical glance before returning his attention to the tech, who had begun talking again. "It hasn't had any data upload yet. And there's no room for a PAK," he continued, turning the smeet backwards to reveal miniscule dragon wings and tail. "And it doesn't know a single word or manners obviously," the tech pointed out as the smeet gnawed on the fingers grasping her, sending forth a purplish liquid that got all over her. "It is obviously a reject. Shall I dispose of it?" Red nodded, "Yes, it is best we do." Purple grabbed the smeet. " No! No! No! Let it live with us! We can teach it! Then it'll be our servant!" "You are a real stickler for cute aren't you?" Purple nothing but poked the smeet's tummy, the smeet growled back.
Red sighed, "Fine! We'll keep it."
"It needs a name," Purple said, a few days later, watching the smeet sleep, her wings gently rising and falling. " How bout Bob?" "I think it's a female." Red replied.
"How would you know?!"
Red fell awkwardly silent for a few moments."Since we don't know what the hell SHE is.Let's call her Wazat." Purple nodded in agreement.
The next week was relatively peaceful since all Wazat seemed to do was sleep. However one day, Red came across Wazat on the floor, gnawing on something that was sickeningly familiar.his scarlet eyes fell upon the mangled body of the tech that had discovered Wazat in the first place. It was then Red realized what Wazat had in her mouth.the former tech's arm.
"Uh Purple? I think you should come and check on your little 'sleeping angel'?!" Purple hovered in and saw the whole thing, "Oh my." "Who coincidentally.isn't asleep anymore," Red finished. Purple went over and hit Wazat sharply on the head. "We do NOT kill and eat each other!" He jerked the arm fiercely out of Wazat's teeth. " Bad! BAD WAZAT!!!" He crossed his arms and watched Wazat sternly."What do you say?" Wazat blinked a few times and lowered her antennae. She crouched and hissed, then dashed out of the room past Red and Purple on all fours. After they had sent somebody to clean up Wazat's carnage, Red and Purple were back in the conference room.
"Mr. Mom." Red chuckled.
Purple blushed, "Well.I mean she had to be punished. Wazat can't go around eating people."
"The way that lil habit is going, she should be locked up in a cage!" Red said fiercely. "She isn't a normal Irken. What if she comes after us next huh? After what I saw what she did to that tech, I'm kinda fearful for my life." Purple shook his head, "Wazat wouldn't kill us, we're practically her parents. We named her for crying out loud!" A few Irken screams issued from the other side of the closed conference room door, followed by a familiar growl..The Tallest gulped.
Aww cute lil Wazat. She's so misunderstood. Read and reply and make me HAPPY!