Mama say... She's a devil
Well hello, reader-type person. I don't have much to say at this point so I'm jus gunna get on with the fic..
We last left off, Dib had noticed a new girl at the skool who suddenly disappeared without a trace, and Zim got whapped with a dodge ball. Since then, our friends have
gone back home to there tremendously interesting lives.
Zim dragged his feet across the concrete sidewalk. He glanced at his
surroundings; all of the leaves had fallen off of the trees early this year and the trees were
looking pathetically bare, the sky was a gloomy gray color and Zim had to constantly
watch his step because of the treacherous puddles of water that reacted to him like acid.
He passed an elderly couple sitting on a nearby porch. Disgusting, he thought to himself.
Why humans choose to live so long just to look so rutted was beyond him. What made
him curious all though, was the fact they sat along side each other. They looked so old,
yet so happy together. How could they possibly stand each other for so long? He
pondered; he couldn't even stand being with another person for more than five minutes
without wanting to slap them away. He sighed and reached his 'home'. Zim refused to
call this place his home aloud, as much as Zim knew the Tallest had made it clear this
was just a mission and this wasn't his permanent home, he somehow felt he'd be here for
the rest of his life. No sooner then he had turned the knob, Zim had already been greeted
with a tackle from Gir.
"Master! I misseded you soo much! Look I made you waffles!" Screeched the tiny robot.
"Gir! I don't want any of your disgusting pork cakes!" Shouted Zim adamantly. As angry
as Zim seemed as he pushed his dog-disguised minion off of his stomach, Zim was glad
to see his friend after his dull day of skool. Zim marched into the kitchen and stood on
top of the toilet entrance to the lab. "I'll be in my lab, Gir, do not disturb me." With that
he flushed himself down. "Okie dokie!" Shouted Gir at little late on his reply and stuffed
the waffles into his mouth in one gulp.
A part of Zim wanted to stay up on the first level with Gir, but he knew it only
depressed him by being with Gir for too long. It was a constant reminder of how that
brainless little robot was his only company. When he reached the floor of his lab he
marched over to his computer and sat down on the chair in front of it. Realizing he had
nothing to do, he started spinning around on the chair a bit. Then leaned forward onto the
panel on his elbow and let out a sigh.
"Computer! Call the Tallest!"
"Almighty Tallest Red and Purple are busy at the moment."
"What? You didn't even try to dial out! How could you know they're busy?"
"Uhhhh.."
Meanwhile, the Tallest were sitting by their communications center in their
thrones. Basically doing nothing. "Wow it's been a whole 22 hours and Zim hasn't
bothered us." Said Purple astounded. "That's because we found the 'block callers' button
remember?" Affirmed Red, "he was the only caller we had to block."
"Oh yeah.." Said Purple remembering," so even if it's a life or death emergency he can't
contact us?" Red nodded, then they both burst into hysterics and then letting out sighs of
amusement before they went back to munching on their snack feasts.
Zim sighed, "Oh well, maybe they'll call me back when they're not so busy.." He
said even though he knew they never would. Boredom, it was such an agonizing state. He
almost wished Dib would crash into the room and put up a fight with him. As annoying
as it would be putting up with him, at least it would kill some time destroying Dib.
Speaking of Dib, he had already slumped himself down on the couch of his living
room plotting. Piles of crumpled up paper were scattered at his feet and for once he
wasn't glued to the television set as Mysterious Mysteries was on. Gaz grunted angrily
with her GS2 tight in her grasp. "Curse you blood pig!" She shouted heatedly, "why are
you even in here when you're not watching your stupid show Dib?" He looked a little
aggravated at her, how could his mere presence bother her so? "It's a rerun Gaz," he tried
to say calmly. "Besides, you know it gets stuffy in my room after a while."
"No I don't." She said coldly. "Well," he tried to fake an excuse, but then gave up and
tried to turn her attention to other things. "Didn't you find it odd that that girl had just
disappeared like that?"
"I find it odder how your head can have such a massive shape." She muttered.
"My head's not BIG!" He shouted angrily. The conversation he attempted to start ended
harshly at that. He looked down at his paper; there was a rough drawing of the girl on it.
It was obvious it was she due to the hair. He stared at it for a long time, what was it that
hypnotized him so much about her? His first assumption was that she was an alien like
Zim, but her disguise, if it was a disguise, seemed to stand out too much to be something
that's meant to go unnoticed. Not that Zim's was any better; she could just be as stupid as
him. Thinking about other aliens on Earth made him think of Tak. He could never forget
her, she was after the same thing Zim was, but she was so different from him. He was
clumsy, moronic and sophomoric, while she was cool, collected, and sleek. The only
places Dib felt comfortable to speak freely, was either with Tak, or in his mind. Her time
on Earth was short, and he still hadn't gotten to know her better, but he still felt a
connection with her. She stuck out from any person Dib had contacted with, and for one
simple reason: she listened. Every one, and I do mean every one Dib had ever spoken to
call him crazy except for her. Dib then realized he had been staring off forward in a
trance of thoughts. Gaz had long, walked away since she yelled at him. He then looked
down at his paper and then put it aside and placed a fresh sheet in front of him. He
scribbled and drew some more, now there was a rough picture of what looked like Tak.
He picked up a dark purple crayon and began to scratch the color into her eyes. He
looked at his picture, she had so much beauty to her face; yet, so much hatred in her dark,
cold eyes. Dib leaned back on the armrest and closed his eyes. He swallowed back a hard
lump in his throat and went to sleep.
The next day of skool started with yet another "doom" speech from Miss Bitters.
Zim tapped a tune on his desk with his knuckles for a minute until Miss Bitters shot him
an angry stare. He innocently grinned with a shrug. She growled. Dib was busy pawing
through his notebook for a blank sheet of paper, he came across old test papers, a few
report cards, and then came across his old sketch of Zim getting autopsied on with his
guts strewn all over the table. He chuckled, he remembered drawing it a long time ago;
the same day Zim switched his lungs with a tippy-moo cup thing. Dib shuddered and shut
the notebook.
Before they knew it, it was time for recess. Dib sat on his usual post, along side of
Gaz on a bench. He scanned the playground for the girl again, but had no luck.
Meanwhile, Zim had found a secluded area for himself. From the embarrassment of the
game yesterday, he had decided to sit today's game out and record more studies. He sat
leaned against one of the brick walls of the skool with a chain-linked fence surrounded
the rest of the area making it seem like some sort of an alley. He noted little details on his
electronic notepad, stopping a few moments to put his pen to his lip and ponder for a
moment, then resume back to it. He was abruptly interrupted when a dodge ball rolled up
and gently touched his side. He looked down at it, and then at the direction it came from
and saw a girl walking towards him. She shifted her hips side to side as she walked
towards him, staring directly at him as she walked. He found himself unable to move as
he stared at her as he pursed his lower lip and gripped his note pad. It seemed like it took
her a decade to reach him and then knelt down beside him.
AHAHAHHA-Hey! [gets pummeled with rubber pigs] .. So I guess ya'll know I'm leaving the story at this for now? [gets hit with one more pig] .guess so! Well tell me what you think so far! Please don't be too angry wit me =) p.s. Thankies to my first reviewers of chp.1 they're much appreciated! ^_^
Well hello, reader-type person. I don't have much to say at this point so I'm jus gunna get on with the fic..
We last left off, Dib had noticed a new girl at the skool who suddenly disappeared without a trace, and Zim got whapped with a dodge ball. Since then, our friends have
gone back home to there tremendously interesting lives.
Zim dragged his feet across the concrete sidewalk. He glanced at his
surroundings; all of the leaves had fallen off of the trees early this year and the trees were
looking pathetically bare, the sky was a gloomy gray color and Zim had to constantly
watch his step because of the treacherous puddles of water that reacted to him like acid.
He passed an elderly couple sitting on a nearby porch. Disgusting, he thought to himself.
Why humans choose to live so long just to look so rutted was beyond him. What made
him curious all though, was the fact they sat along side each other. They looked so old,
yet so happy together. How could they possibly stand each other for so long? He
pondered; he couldn't even stand being with another person for more than five minutes
without wanting to slap them away. He sighed and reached his 'home'. Zim refused to
call this place his home aloud, as much as Zim knew the Tallest had made it clear this
was just a mission and this wasn't his permanent home, he somehow felt he'd be here for
the rest of his life. No sooner then he had turned the knob, Zim had already been greeted
with a tackle from Gir.
"Master! I misseded you soo much! Look I made you waffles!" Screeched the tiny robot.
"Gir! I don't want any of your disgusting pork cakes!" Shouted Zim adamantly. As angry
as Zim seemed as he pushed his dog-disguised minion off of his stomach, Zim was glad
to see his friend after his dull day of skool. Zim marched into the kitchen and stood on
top of the toilet entrance to the lab. "I'll be in my lab, Gir, do not disturb me." With that
he flushed himself down. "Okie dokie!" Shouted Gir at little late on his reply and stuffed
the waffles into his mouth in one gulp.
A part of Zim wanted to stay up on the first level with Gir, but he knew it only
depressed him by being with Gir for too long. It was a constant reminder of how that
brainless little robot was his only company. When he reached the floor of his lab he
marched over to his computer and sat down on the chair in front of it. Realizing he had
nothing to do, he started spinning around on the chair a bit. Then leaned forward onto the
panel on his elbow and let out a sigh.
"Computer! Call the Tallest!"
"Almighty Tallest Red and Purple are busy at the moment."
"What? You didn't even try to dial out! How could you know they're busy?"
"Uhhhh.."
Meanwhile, the Tallest were sitting by their communications center in their
thrones. Basically doing nothing. "Wow it's been a whole 22 hours and Zim hasn't
bothered us." Said Purple astounded. "That's because we found the 'block callers' button
remember?" Affirmed Red, "he was the only caller we had to block."
"Oh yeah.." Said Purple remembering," so even if it's a life or death emergency he can't
contact us?" Red nodded, then they both burst into hysterics and then letting out sighs of
amusement before they went back to munching on their snack feasts.
Zim sighed, "Oh well, maybe they'll call me back when they're not so busy.." He
said even though he knew they never would. Boredom, it was such an agonizing state. He
almost wished Dib would crash into the room and put up a fight with him. As annoying
as it would be putting up with him, at least it would kill some time destroying Dib.
Speaking of Dib, he had already slumped himself down on the couch of his living
room plotting. Piles of crumpled up paper were scattered at his feet and for once he
wasn't glued to the television set as Mysterious Mysteries was on. Gaz grunted angrily
with her GS2 tight in her grasp. "Curse you blood pig!" She shouted heatedly, "why are
you even in here when you're not watching your stupid show Dib?" He looked a little
aggravated at her, how could his mere presence bother her so? "It's a rerun Gaz," he tried
to say calmly. "Besides, you know it gets stuffy in my room after a while."
"No I don't." She said coldly. "Well," he tried to fake an excuse, but then gave up and
tried to turn her attention to other things. "Didn't you find it odd that that girl had just
disappeared like that?"
"I find it odder how your head can have such a massive shape." She muttered.
"My head's not BIG!" He shouted angrily. The conversation he attempted to start ended
harshly at that. He looked down at his paper; there was a rough drawing of the girl on it.
It was obvious it was she due to the hair. He stared at it for a long time, what was it that
hypnotized him so much about her? His first assumption was that she was an alien like
Zim, but her disguise, if it was a disguise, seemed to stand out too much to be something
that's meant to go unnoticed. Not that Zim's was any better; she could just be as stupid as
him. Thinking about other aliens on Earth made him think of Tak. He could never forget
her, she was after the same thing Zim was, but she was so different from him. He was
clumsy, moronic and sophomoric, while she was cool, collected, and sleek. The only
places Dib felt comfortable to speak freely, was either with Tak, or in his mind. Her time
on Earth was short, and he still hadn't gotten to know her better, but he still felt a
connection with her. She stuck out from any person Dib had contacted with, and for one
simple reason: she listened. Every one, and I do mean every one Dib had ever spoken to
call him crazy except for her. Dib then realized he had been staring off forward in a
trance of thoughts. Gaz had long, walked away since she yelled at him. He then looked
down at his paper and then put it aside and placed a fresh sheet in front of him. He
scribbled and drew some more, now there was a rough picture of what looked like Tak.
He picked up a dark purple crayon and began to scratch the color into her eyes. He
looked at his picture, she had so much beauty to her face; yet, so much hatred in her dark,
cold eyes. Dib leaned back on the armrest and closed his eyes. He swallowed back a hard
lump in his throat and went to sleep.
The next day of skool started with yet another "doom" speech from Miss Bitters.
Zim tapped a tune on his desk with his knuckles for a minute until Miss Bitters shot him
an angry stare. He innocently grinned with a shrug. She growled. Dib was busy pawing
through his notebook for a blank sheet of paper, he came across old test papers, a few
report cards, and then came across his old sketch of Zim getting autopsied on with his
guts strewn all over the table. He chuckled, he remembered drawing it a long time ago;
the same day Zim switched his lungs with a tippy-moo cup thing. Dib shuddered and shut
the notebook.
Before they knew it, it was time for recess. Dib sat on his usual post, along side of
Gaz on a bench. He scanned the playground for the girl again, but had no luck.
Meanwhile, Zim had found a secluded area for himself. From the embarrassment of the
game yesterday, he had decided to sit today's game out and record more studies. He sat
leaned against one of the brick walls of the skool with a chain-linked fence surrounded
the rest of the area making it seem like some sort of an alley. He noted little details on his
electronic notepad, stopping a few moments to put his pen to his lip and ponder for a
moment, then resume back to it. He was abruptly interrupted when a dodge ball rolled up
and gently touched his side. He looked down at it, and then at the direction it came from
and saw a girl walking towards him. She shifted her hips side to side as she walked
towards him, staring directly at him as she walked. He found himself unable to move as
he stared at her as he pursed his lower lip and gripped his note pad. It seemed like it took
her a decade to reach him and then knelt down beside him.
AHAHAHHA-Hey! [gets pummeled with rubber pigs] .. So I guess ya'll know I'm leaving the story at this for now? [gets hit with one more pig] .guess so! Well tell me what you think so far! Please don't be too angry wit me =) p.s. Thankies to my first reviewers of chp.1 they're much appreciated! ^_^