Mama say she's a Devil
A/N: "B-But, M-Mama say M-M-Mama say "GIRLS ARE THE DEVIL!!" Yay! Haha, I'm so glad ppl understood the title! I was worried I'd get "What the hell? No characters in the show have moms!" But I had no idea what to name it and Bobby Bouchae's words popped into my head. So yeah, Anyways, onto the story!
"Somedays I sit staring out the window, watchin' this world pass me by/Sometimes I think there's nothin' to live for. I almost break down and cry. Sometimes I think I'm crazy. I'm crazy, oh so crazy. Why am I here? Am I just wasting my time? People make jokes cuz they don't understand me, they just don't see my real side/ I act like shit don't phase me, inside it drives me crazy. My insecurities could eat me alive.."
"W-What are you?"
Sadi slowly closed her eyes then opened them again, "I usually don't have to explain this, as soon as
humans see me in this state they figure it out immediately." Zim stared at her, still confused beyond reason.
"I am a demon, technically I'm from Earth, but from a different dimension.. Hell." Zim's eyes lit up, "I
have heard of this "Hell"!" He exclaimed, "Your from the Skool?" She laughed and returned to her first
appearance, "Not exactly." Zim went back to being confused, "Then what IS this Hell?" Sadi smiled again,
her red eyes glowed dimly behind her sunglasses, "I think you'll find out sooner than you think." Suddenly
Gir perked his head up from the corner he had been lying in, when he and Zim had fallen from the couch
Gir hadn't even woken up from being thrown to the ground. He looked over at Sadi, "HIIIII!" He shouted
in a high-pitched voice and ran up to her and jumped into her arms. "Hello Gir" she said, "Have a nice
nap?" He nodded sporadically ignoring the fact she eerily knew his name. "I dreamt a waffles!" He
exploded, waving his arms up and down. "Why don't you go make us some?" Gir's aqua-blue eyes lit up
excitedly. "SUUURE!" With that, he ran into the kitchen and pots and pans could be heard banging around
loudly. Zim stared at Sadi suspiciously, "..What now?" She peered into the kitchen to see if Gir was
capable of eavesdropping and then back at Zim. "We need to talk business." She said flatly and crossed her
arms. Zim quirked an eyebrow at her, "Business?" He sputtered. "What sort of business do you speak of?
First you fill my head with LIES that you can make my DREAMS and SUCH as you call them, to come
true which, Zim doesn't believe a WORD OF ANYWAYS! Now you speak of business? You waste the
great ZIM'S TIME! NOW LEAVE my base before I remove you myself!" Sadi's eyebrows raised a little,
"You don't want me to leave." She said calmly, "I told you, I can see into your heart, Zim. Need I remind
you again?" Zim scowled bitterly and turned from her. "I didn't think so." She continued, "I know it hurts
to have someone see what you try so hard to hide, Zim. But there's no need to get defensive about it, the
best thing you can do right now is become comfortable with it. Your not the first person I've don't this to."
Still having a bit of sour-ness to his frame, he turned back to her. "..Fine." Sadi grinned, "I knew you'd
come around." He sort of rolled his eyes annoyed and crossed his arms. "No offense, but this environment
just isn't working with me." She said looking around and walked over to where she had thrown her jacket
and started to slip it on. " And just what is wrong with my base?" Said Zim, a little insulted. Sadi pulled
the jacket up to her shoulders and flipped her long ponytail out from under it. She looked down at the floor,
now covered with greasy popcorn kernels and motioned her eyes towards the kitchen, where Gir was trying
to figure out how to use the stove. Amazing he knew he was supposed to use it anyways. "I AM THE
WAFFLE KING!" He shrieked, banging a pan on his face. "WAFFLES WILL BE DONE IN A ...uh
YEAH!" He shouted at Zim and Sadi, who were now staring blankly at him. Zim looked back at Sadi, "I
see your point. What place did you have in mind?"
Before he knew it, Zim was sitting in the passenger seat of Sadi's black Chrysler Convertible. She
sat at the driver's seat, her hair whipping behind her as she drove far over the speed limit. Zim noticed she
had a little bobble-head figurine on her dashboard. It looked sort of like her, red skin, and horns; but it was
a male and had a black mustache with a goat tee and a fiendish little grin across it's face while holding a
black pitchfork in it's left hand. It's head bobbed up and down to the music she was blaring:
"..I think god is moving it's tongue
there are no crowds in the streets
and no sun in my own summer
the shade is a tool, a device, a savior
see, I try and look up to the sky
but my eyes burn
come (SHOVE IT, SHOVE IT, SHOVE IT)
shove (SHOVE IT, SHOVE IT, SHOVE IT)
the sun (SHOVE IT, SHOVE IT, SHOVE IT)."
It was the Deftones, Zim had no recollection of who they were or why they shouted so loudly through
Sadi's radio, but he didn't seem to mind it all that much. His eyes continued to wander about her car. The
seats were leather, and made a funny sound when he rubbed his gloved hands on them. He looked at the
clock, 3:11. How long had they been driving? Oh well, he thought, what bothered him more was the fact
that Sadi could drive at all. Finally he broke the silence. "..You drive?" He questioned, feeling a little stupid
afterwards. "I do?" She asked him back, in a smart-ass tone. He scowled and rolled his eyes again. Why did
he even bother? He was in his disguise again. "Why, do I look too young or something?" She asked him.
"Tuh," He grumbled. "Young or old, all stink-beasts look the same."
"Heh," She said, "You mean humans?" He sort of nodded.
"Well, in human form I look like I'm around 15 or 16, but my real age is.. Heh, you don't want to know."
She noticed he was snickering at her. "What?"
"You look like a mere worm-baby to them," He laughed. "That's pathetic."
"HAH! You should talk!" She retorted, looking at him through the corner of her right eye, while still trying
to keep her attention on the road. "You look about 12 years old in that little blue-eyed, Elvis wig disguise
of yours!"
"WHAT? THIS IS A GREAT DISGUISE!" He shouted, "FOOLS EVERY HUUMAN I COME ACROSS!
12 years old. pfft! I could pass off as a 30 year old in this baby!"
Sadi let out a slight cackle, "Well, guess your right on that one," She said. "Humans are so dumb you could
come right out and admit you're an alien and they still would think you're a human." For once, not in any
sense evil, Zim laughed. But only for a second, he tried to work it into a cough as soon as he saw her see it.
She grinned and after that was another long silence, they went through a lot of streetlights that were red, at
first. Every time it would switch to red as Sadi headed towards it, she would make a gesture and it would
turn green again, each time it was something different. Zim studied this, the first time she snapped her
fingers, the second time she made a weird facial expression and the third, she lashed her tongue at it.
Almost 12 cars hit them each time. Each time Zim would grip the car door. Sadi remained calm. At a point,
Zim had fallen into a deep spacing session, staring out his side of the car. He hadn't even asked where they
were going. They stopped in front of a retro-looking building; music even louder than then in Sadi's car
was ear piercingly loud from speakers on the sides of the double doors in the front. Large crowds of people
were gathered at the sides of a red carpet leading into the building. Two hefty looking guards stood in front
of the closed doors on the carpet with their muscular arms crossed over their large chests.
"You ready?"
Zim looked over at Sadi and saw that she was wearing completely different apparel. She wore a
long red dress that went down to her ankles while a large slit was open in it's side revealing her leg, the
dress had thin fabric and spaghetti straps that crossed over her back, she had red high heels to match the
dress as well. Her hair was also different, no longer in a high ponytail it was now completely down leading
past her shoulders to her lower back, a red headband with clusters of clear red cubes held her hair back
from her face which was done up with fresh makeup and glossy red lipstick.
"What's with the? -"
"Eh, that look just isn't going to cut it for my club." Interrupted Sadi, emphasizing the "my"
"What are you talking about?" Began Zim but then stopped in his words to look down at himself, his outfit
was now completely different as well; instead of his basic uniform, he now was wearing a black, button up
shirt, with short sleeves and a red dragon making a sort of "S" shape up the left side of it, he was no longer
wearing his long leather gloves but now short, stylish, fingerless ones that started at his wrists and ended at
his knuckles, his pants were now a little baggy, and a tough jean fabric. Instead of his old, leather boots, he
was now wearing thick, black leatherwork boots, which were barely noticeable under his jeans anyways. A
few accessories were also added to his apparel, a silver, square linked chain around his neck with a
matching silver wallet chain hanging over his right hip. And last, his wig had looked like it had been sort of
styled, his old, Elvis whip to the top of his head was now sort of hanging down past his eyes, none the less,
he was looking pretty snazzy. Sadi did a sexy whistle and winked at him.
"How did you do that??"
"Whistle? Easy, you just purse your lips together.."
Zim groaned, he didn't know if he could take any more of her sarcasm.
"Okay, outta my car we're holding up traffic." Said Sadi making little "shooing" motions with her hands,
Zim looked behind them to notice all the cars sitting behind them honking and flashing their lights at them.
Sadi had followed him out his passenger side and they stepped onto the foot of the red carpet, no sooner
had they stepped out of the car people started shouting "Look, it's Zim!" "Oh my God he's really here?"
"Zim! Over here!" "Zim rocks!"
A man in a red vest climbed into Sadi's car and drove it to a parking space, then one of the cars that had
been waiting for her car to move pulled up and another couple stepped out. Sadi wrapped her right arm
over his left as if he was some famous celebrity and she was his date, they
walked up the carpet and Zim looked around in utter confusion, a few other guards with "Security" written
on the backs of they're back shirts, had to hold back a few collections of people behind the fancy looking
bars on the sides of the carpet. So many questions stirred in Zim's head, how did they know him? How
MUCH did they know? Were they all like her? He looked over at Sadi; she looked over at him. "Wave to
your fans." Without thinking Zim lifted his head to the people and slowly waved while looking around at
them until he and Sadi reached the doors. "Welcome Mr. Zim," Said one of the hefty guards. "How are you
this evening?" Said the other while the he and the other guard opened the doors. Zim was speechless and
just nodded to them as he passed. "Thank you gentlemen." Said Sadi with a grin. "Any time Miss Sadi,"
They said at once and shut the doors behind them. A couple of random screaming people jumped out from
the crowd and ran for the door but was smacked away by the guards as if little flies. Inside, was a whole
new trippy experience for Zim, it was filled with all kinds of different styles of people dancing. Most were
dressed in raving clothes big pants and glow sticks in their mouths, some were sort of gothic wearing black
leather and spikes, some even looked normal and just wore casual clothes but continued to dance in the
same motions as the rest of the crowd. The whole place was mostly dark except for the strobe lights and
multi-colored disco balls filling the room with bright colors. There was also a large stage against a back
wall in the midst of them all, a band was seen performing the music for all the people. They were all
covered with silver paint and the singer had a Mohawk that looked like it could cause some damage. A sign
over the stage read "Rammstein"
".Kann man Herzen fragen
ein Kind darunter tragen
kann man es verschenken
mit dem Herzen denken
Sie wollen mein Herz am rechten Fleck
doch seh ich dann nach unten weg
da schlägt es in der linken Brust
der Neider hat es schlecht gewusst
Links 2 3 4.."
They spoke in some foreign language Zim had no idea what they were saying, apparently no one else did
either. But they could care less, they all continued to dance and twist to the beats of it. Even inside people
noticed Zim and either point and whispered or yelled to him, "Zim!" One girl with green skin and a pear
shaped figure approached Zim; "Dance with me, Zim" Another, equally beautiful pushed her out of the
way. "No! Dance with me, Zim."
"No! He wants to dance with me!"
"No he doesn't, he wants to dance with me!"
"Maybe some other time, ladies." Said Sadi leading Zim away from them. Another green skinned person
approached them; it was a man this time. "Hey Zim! How have you been lately? Nice shirt! Love the
fabric, well see you around!" Zim and Sadi continued to work their way through the crowd and women
continued to fight over who was to dance with Zim, or smiled flirtingly at him, and a few winked at him
while making "Call me" gestures with their hands. A few other men approached him and acted as if they'd
known each other for years. Sadi lead Zim to a girl with a plate of bread and water and a busty chest.
"Some refreshments, Mr. Zim?" She said politely. He looked at Sadi, "Go on." She said. "This looks like
the food they used to serve us at Irken training." Said Zim reluctantly and picked up a piece of bread. He
took a bite, his eyes lit up. "This IS the food they used to serve us at Irken training!" Only Zim would be so
dedicated to his race that he'd actually LIKE the stale bread they served him and the other soldiers.
Suddenly, the lights seemed to dim to a blue color, the band had finished their song and was starting a new
one. A sound came from the stage that sounded kind of like a phone dialing that lasted for a few seconds
then abruptly ended with another sound like a guitar clashing over it and fading while the lights quickly
faded to a reddish-orange color simultaneously. Sadi took Zim by the wrist,
"Let's dance."
A/N: Suspense? **Gets pummeled with piggies ridiculously larger than needed** Okay, guess not. But I don't have any more room! Looking back on this chapter it seems. a little pointless. Oh well! In the next chapter all questions will be answered! For now I'm clearing one thing out.. I'm sure you've all noticed that I'm going into a lot of detail on the clothing in this story. Don't think I'm just doing it to be annoying, CAUSE I'M NOT! I am just really into fashion and just. straight up. like clothes! I hope the Zim makeover sounds like what I intend on it looking like. If not, think of something you'd use to make him over! I've been thinking of the ending to this for a while now and by the looks of it, this is going to be a long ass fic. So enjoy! Now R+R!!! P.S. Thanky thankies to the peoplez who are keeping up to date with this! I'm glad you like! ^_^ Cookies 4 u!
A/N: "B-But, M-Mama say M-M-Mama say "GIRLS ARE THE DEVIL!!" Yay! Haha, I'm so glad ppl understood the title! I was worried I'd get "What the hell? No characters in the show have moms!" But I had no idea what to name it and Bobby Bouchae's words popped into my head. So yeah, Anyways, onto the story!
"Somedays I sit staring out the window, watchin' this world pass me by/Sometimes I think there's nothin' to live for. I almost break down and cry. Sometimes I think I'm crazy. I'm crazy, oh so crazy. Why am I here? Am I just wasting my time? People make jokes cuz they don't understand me, they just don't see my real side/ I act like shit don't phase me, inside it drives me crazy. My insecurities could eat me alive.."
"W-What are you?"
Sadi slowly closed her eyes then opened them again, "I usually don't have to explain this, as soon as
humans see me in this state they figure it out immediately." Zim stared at her, still confused beyond reason.
"I am a demon, technically I'm from Earth, but from a different dimension.. Hell." Zim's eyes lit up, "I
have heard of this "Hell"!" He exclaimed, "Your from the Skool?" She laughed and returned to her first
appearance, "Not exactly." Zim went back to being confused, "Then what IS this Hell?" Sadi smiled again,
her red eyes glowed dimly behind her sunglasses, "I think you'll find out sooner than you think." Suddenly
Gir perked his head up from the corner he had been lying in, when he and Zim had fallen from the couch
Gir hadn't even woken up from being thrown to the ground. He looked over at Sadi, "HIIIII!" He shouted
in a high-pitched voice and ran up to her and jumped into her arms. "Hello Gir" she said, "Have a nice
nap?" He nodded sporadically ignoring the fact she eerily knew his name. "I dreamt a waffles!" He
exploded, waving his arms up and down. "Why don't you go make us some?" Gir's aqua-blue eyes lit up
excitedly. "SUUURE!" With that, he ran into the kitchen and pots and pans could be heard banging around
loudly. Zim stared at Sadi suspiciously, "..What now?" She peered into the kitchen to see if Gir was
capable of eavesdropping and then back at Zim. "We need to talk business." She said flatly and crossed her
arms. Zim quirked an eyebrow at her, "Business?" He sputtered. "What sort of business do you speak of?
First you fill my head with LIES that you can make my DREAMS and SUCH as you call them, to come
true which, Zim doesn't believe a WORD OF ANYWAYS! Now you speak of business? You waste the
great ZIM'S TIME! NOW LEAVE my base before I remove you myself!" Sadi's eyebrows raised a little,
"You don't want me to leave." She said calmly, "I told you, I can see into your heart, Zim. Need I remind
you again?" Zim scowled bitterly and turned from her. "I didn't think so." She continued, "I know it hurts
to have someone see what you try so hard to hide, Zim. But there's no need to get defensive about it, the
best thing you can do right now is become comfortable with it. Your not the first person I've don't this to."
Still having a bit of sour-ness to his frame, he turned back to her. "..Fine." Sadi grinned, "I knew you'd
come around." He sort of rolled his eyes annoyed and crossed his arms. "No offense, but this environment
just isn't working with me." She said looking around and walked over to where she had thrown her jacket
and started to slip it on. " And just what is wrong with my base?" Said Zim, a little insulted. Sadi pulled
the jacket up to her shoulders and flipped her long ponytail out from under it. She looked down at the floor,
now covered with greasy popcorn kernels and motioned her eyes towards the kitchen, where Gir was trying
to figure out how to use the stove. Amazing he knew he was supposed to use it anyways. "I AM THE
WAFFLE KING!" He shrieked, banging a pan on his face. "WAFFLES WILL BE DONE IN A ...uh
YEAH!" He shouted at Zim and Sadi, who were now staring blankly at him. Zim looked back at Sadi, "I
see your point. What place did you have in mind?"
Before he knew it, Zim was sitting in the passenger seat of Sadi's black Chrysler Convertible. She
sat at the driver's seat, her hair whipping behind her as she drove far over the speed limit. Zim noticed she
had a little bobble-head figurine on her dashboard. It looked sort of like her, red skin, and horns; but it was
a male and had a black mustache with a goat tee and a fiendish little grin across it's face while holding a
black pitchfork in it's left hand. It's head bobbed up and down to the music she was blaring:
"..I think god is moving it's tongue
there are no crowds in the streets
and no sun in my own summer
the shade is a tool, a device, a savior
see, I try and look up to the sky
but my eyes burn
come (SHOVE IT, SHOVE IT, SHOVE IT)
shove (SHOVE IT, SHOVE IT, SHOVE IT)
the sun (SHOVE IT, SHOVE IT, SHOVE IT)."
It was the Deftones, Zim had no recollection of who they were or why they shouted so loudly through
Sadi's radio, but he didn't seem to mind it all that much. His eyes continued to wander about her car. The
seats were leather, and made a funny sound when he rubbed his gloved hands on them. He looked at the
clock, 3:11. How long had they been driving? Oh well, he thought, what bothered him more was the fact
that Sadi could drive at all. Finally he broke the silence. "..You drive?" He questioned, feeling a little stupid
afterwards. "I do?" She asked him back, in a smart-ass tone. He scowled and rolled his eyes again. Why did
he even bother? He was in his disguise again. "Why, do I look too young or something?" She asked him.
"Tuh," He grumbled. "Young or old, all stink-beasts look the same."
"Heh," She said, "You mean humans?" He sort of nodded.
"Well, in human form I look like I'm around 15 or 16, but my real age is.. Heh, you don't want to know."
She noticed he was snickering at her. "What?"
"You look like a mere worm-baby to them," He laughed. "That's pathetic."
"HAH! You should talk!" She retorted, looking at him through the corner of her right eye, while still trying
to keep her attention on the road. "You look about 12 years old in that little blue-eyed, Elvis wig disguise
of yours!"
"WHAT? THIS IS A GREAT DISGUISE!" He shouted, "FOOLS EVERY HUUMAN I COME ACROSS!
12 years old. pfft! I could pass off as a 30 year old in this baby!"
Sadi let out a slight cackle, "Well, guess your right on that one," She said. "Humans are so dumb you could
come right out and admit you're an alien and they still would think you're a human." For once, not in any
sense evil, Zim laughed. But only for a second, he tried to work it into a cough as soon as he saw her see it.
She grinned and after that was another long silence, they went through a lot of streetlights that were red, at
first. Every time it would switch to red as Sadi headed towards it, she would make a gesture and it would
turn green again, each time it was something different. Zim studied this, the first time she snapped her
fingers, the second time she made a weird facial expression and the third, she lashed her tongue at it.
Almost 12 cars hit them each time. Each time Zim would grip the car door. Sadi remained calm. At a point,
Zim had fallen into a deep spacing session, staring out his side of the car. He hadn't even asked where they
were going. They stopped in front of a retro-looking building; music even louder than then in Sadi's car
was ear piercingly loud from speakers on the sides of the double doors in the front. Large crowds of people
were gathered at the sides of a red carpet leading into the building. Two hefty looking guards stood in front
of the closed doors on the carpet with their muscular arms crossed over their large chests.
"You ready?"
Zim looked over at Sadi and saw that she was wearing completely different apparel. She wore a
long red dress that went down to her ankles while a large slit was open in it's side revealing her leg, the
dress had thin fabric and spaghetti straps that crossed over her back, she had red high heels to match the
dress as well. Her hair was also different, no longer in a high ponytail it was now completely down leading
past her shoulders to her lower back, a red headband with clusters of clear red cubes held her hair back
from her face which was done up with fresh makeup and glossy red lipstick.
"What's with the? -"
"Eh, that look just isn't going to cut it for my club." Interrupted Sadi, emphasizing the "my"
"What are you talking about?" Began Zim but then stopped in his words to look down at himself, his outfit
was now completely different as well; instead of his basic uniform, he now was wearing a black, button up
shirt, with short sleeves and a red dragon making a sort of "S" shape up the left side of it, he was no longer
wearing his long leather gloves but now short, stylish, fingerless ones that started at his wrists and ended at
his knuckles, his pants were now a little baggy, and a tough jean fabric. Instead of his old, leather boots, he
was now wearing thick, black leatherwork boots, which were barely noticeable under his jeans anyways. A
few accessories were also added to his apparel, a silver, square linked chain around his neck with a
matching silver wallet chain hanging over his right hip. And last, his wig had looked like it had been sort of
styled, his old, Elvis whip to the top of his head was now sort of hanging down past his eyes, none the less,
he was looking pretty snazzy. Sadi did a sexy whistle and winked at him.
"How did you do that??"
"Whistle? Easy, you just purse your lips together.."
Zim groaned, he didn't know if he could take any more of her sarcasm.
"Okay, outta my car we're holding up traffic." Said Sadi making little "shooing" motions with her hands,
Zim looked behind them to notice all the cars sitting behind them honking and flashing their lights at them.
Sadi had followed him out his passenger side and they stepped onto the foot of the red carpet, no sooner
had they stepped out of the car people started shouting "Look, it's Zim!" "Oh my God he's really here?"
"Zim! Over here!" "Zim rocks!"
A man in a red vest climbed into Sadi's car and drove it to a parking space, then one of the cars that had
been waiting for her car to move pulled up and another couple stepped out. Sadi wrapped her right arm
over his left as if he was some famous celebrity and she was his date, they
walked up the carpet and Zim looked around in utter confusion, a few other guards with "Security" written
on the backs of they're back shirts, had to hold back a few collections of people behind the fancy looking
bars on the sides of the carpet. So many questions stirred in Zim's head, how did they know him? How
MUCH did they know? Were they all like her? He looked over at Sadi; she looked over at him. "Wave to
your fans." Without thinking Zim lifted his head to the people and slowly waved while looking around at
them until he and Sadi reached the doors. "Welcome Mr. Zim," Said one of the hefty guards. "How are you
this evening?" Said the other while the he and the other guard opened the doors. Zim was speechless and
just nodded to them as he passed. "Thank you gentlemen." Said Sadi with a grin. "Any time Miss Sadi,"
They said at once and shut the doors behind them. A couple of random screaming people jumped out from
the crowd and ran for the door but was smacked away by the guards as if little flies. Inside, was a whole
new trippy experience for Zim, it was filled with all kinds of different styles of people dancing. Most were
dressed in raving clothes big pants and glow sticks in their mouths, some were sort of gothic wearing black
leather and spikes, some even looked normal and just wore casual clothes but continued to dance in the
same motions as the rest of the crowd. The whole place was mostly dark except for the strobe lights and
multi-colored disco balls filling the room with bright colors. There was also a large stage against a back
wall in the midst of them all, a band was seen performing the music for all the people. They were all
covered with silver paint and the singer had a Mohawk that looked like it could cause some damage. A sign
over the stage read "Rammstein"
".Kann man Herzen fragen
ein Kind darunter tragen
kann man es verschenken
mit dem Herzen denken
Sie wollen mein Herz am rechten Fleck
doch seh ich dann nach unten weg
da schlägt es in der linken Brust
der Neider hat es schlecht gewusst
Links 2 3 4.."
They spoke in some foreign language Zim had no idea what they were saying, apparently no one else did
either. But they could care less, they all continued to dance and twist to the beats of it. Even inside people
noticed Zim and either point and whispered or yelled to him, "Zim!" One girl with green skin and a pear
shaped figure approached Zim; "Dance with me, Zim" Another, equally beautiful pushed her out of the
way. "No! Dance with me, Zim."
"No! He wants to dance with me!"
"No he doesn't, he wants to dance with me!"
"Maybe some other time, ladies." Said Sadi leading Zim away from them. Another green skinned person
approached them; it was a man this time. "Hey Zim! How have you been lately? Nice shirt! Love the
fabric, well see you around!" Zim and Sadi continued to work their way through the crowd and women
continued to fight over who was to dance with Zim, or smiled flirtingly at him, and a few winked at him
while making "Call me" gestures with their hands. A few other men approached him and acted as if they'd
known each other for years. Sadi lead Zim to a girl with a plate of bread and water and a busty chest.
"Some refreshments, Mr. Zim?" She said politely. He looked at Sadi, "Go on." She said. "This looks like
the food they used to serve us at Irken training." Said Zim reluctantly and picked up a piece of bread. He
took a bite, his eyes lit up. "This IS the food they used to serve us at Irken training!" Only Zim would be so
dedicated to his race that he'd actually LIKE the stale bread they served him and the other soldiers.
Suddenly, the lights seemed to dim to a blue color, the band had finished their song and was starting a new
one. A sound came from the stage that sounded kind of like a phone dialing that lasted for a few seconds
then abruptly ended with another sound like a guitar clashing over it and fading while the lights quickly
faded to a reddish-orange color simultaneously. Sadi took Zim by the wrist,
"Let's dance."
A/N: Suspense? **Gets pummeled with piggies ridiculously larger than needed** Okay, guess not. But I don't have any more room! Looking back on this chapter it seems. a little pointless. Oh well! In the next chapter all questions will be answered! For now I'm clearing one thing out.. I'm sure you've all noticed that I'm going into a lot of detail on the clothing in this story. Don't think I'm just doing it to be annoying, CAUSE I'M NOT! I am just really into fashion and just. straight up. like clothes! I hope the Zim makeover sounds like what I intend on it looking like. If not, think of something you'd use to make him over! I've been thinking of the ending to this for a while now and by the looks of it, this is going to be a long ass fic. So enjoy! Now R+R!!! P.S. Thanky thankies to the peoplez who are keeping up to date with this! I'm glad you like! ^_^ Cookies 4 u!