Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up! I had a bad case of
writer's block for a short while there! But I'm happy to say that with the
help of some prayer I got a good idea and gave this story a sharp little
twist!
You know what I just noticed? Zim's left-handed!
And you guys are sick bastards! Lookie at the results from last chapter's reviews!
Dib creeps home in sheet: 3 GIR tells Gaz all about Zim and Dib: 2 Hot n' sweaty anal sex: ... 10!
NASTY PEOPLES! Nasty nasty... spoot on you... for shame...
... (Not mentioning the fact that I've spent that last few nights thinking about Zim and Dib having sex before I fall asleep)...
Cyberpup82: Awww! Hehe thank you... *Hands some of my writing skills to you*
Big big thanks to the rest of my reviewers! *Gives out Invader Zim cell phone covers*
Due to the fact that Zim's Irken ability to see in the dark was similar to using night vision goggles, Dib's face appeared to have a rosy glow. Zim gazed at him as he expertly expressed his love for the human through his hand. Dib squirmed and dug his nails into the gravy-smeared sheet beneath him, trying to keep his moans of pleasure to a minimum. "Ohh... Oh Zim..."
Zim tightened his grip on Dib's cock and made each stroke a little faster and rougher. Dib trembled with Zim's intimate touch and struggled to control his breathing. He felt himself growing close to orgasm and let out a low groan. "Oh I'm gonna... gonna... Zim, keep going..."
But Zim had something else in mind. After Dib's generous warning, Zim abruptly ceased his rubbing and squeezed the head of Dib's shaft. Dib yelped with dismay and shuddered, his body begging for continuation. "ZIM! What're you doing?!"
Zim's pleading eyes burned into Dib's. "Let me... let me..." He trailed off, feeling uneasy about putting the question into words, and forced his hand underneath, slipping a claw inside of Dib. Dib's eyes widened and he shook his head.
"Please..." Zim nuzzled under Dib's chin and crawled on top of him, sliding against Dib's gravy-daubed body. "I'll be gentle..."
Dib looked away and bit his lip. It wasn't something he looked forward to doing, but he wanted to delight Zim, and he felt like he owed him, even though Zim never finished... Dib nodded hesitantly.
Zim felt Dib's reply from against his neck and sucked on his smooth skin as he eased his claw out, only to replace it with his thick, impatient member. Dib howled, not at all prepared for the pain it caused. Zim quickly reached down and wrapped his claw around Dib's cock again, this time rubbing a lot softer and slower. Dib silenced his outcry and uttered a blissful sigh.
When he felt that Dib's innocence had gotten semi-used to its violation, Zim drove further inside. The sensation it gave him was enough to bring on ejaculation, but Zim controlled what boiled inside and gazed down at Dib.
Dib wailed and clung to Zim's raw shoulders, the pleasure he received not blacking out the pain. Zim continued fondle Dib in his claw delicately as he urged his tool deeper inside of Dib, who mewled in discomfort. Zim gave him a sympathetic look and kissed him soothingly. He wanted this to be good for the both of them, but Dib wasn't giving it a chance.
Zim thrust himself in as far as he could go, ignoring Dib's writhing. He pulled out and pushed back in, then proceeded to do this steadily. Dib showed his dissent by cringing and grunting, but soon found himself actually enjoying Zim's movements. A short indescribable sound of ecstasy escaped his lips.
Zim smiled, satisfied that Dib was able to share his rapture. He pumped a little harder, doing the same with his hand and Dib's member. Dib wrapped his arms around Zim and assisted with the pushing and pulling, pressing his fingertips into his shoulder blades. Zim groaned and hissed with pleasure, never keeping his eyes off Dib. The expression on the young human's face changed constantly; fear, joy, pain, excitement, uncertainty, embarrassment, hope, love... Zim treasured every aspect. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Dib's hungrily, and Dib responded with the same desire, both of them pausing every so-often to catch their breath.
Zim broke off suddenly and buried his face into Dib's chest, which was slick with sweat and gravy. He started to shake uncontrollably, but kept pushing in and out. Zim stopped massaging Dib's cock, finding it too hard to be involved with both activities at his highest point. But it didn't matter, because Dib found Zim's struggled thrusts just as pleasing. He stared up at Zim and for a moment considered him to be more than just a paranoid alien who had come to conquer earth. A lot more.
Zim gasped and let out a short scream as he came inside of Dib. Dib felt Zim's warmth flow inside him and shivered as this brought on spasms of pleasure that he didn't think possible. Dib squeezed Zim in his arms as every muscle in his body contracted, preparing for orgasm. He moaned loudly and released the passion that had built up inside him since he saw Zim at his door earlier that evening.
Zim sighed with gratification when he felt with sticky substance between him and Dib. He rested in Dib's securing arms, feeling the heartbeat of the overwhelmed body beneath him slow to normal. Dib kissed Zim's shoulder and murmured softly "I... I think I might... like you too, stupid alien..."
Zim chuckled gently and ran his claws up and down Dib's sides until he heard light snoring coming from Dib's nose. Then he eased himself out of Dib and curled up beside him, resting an arm and a leg over Dib's body. He glanced up at the clock. 10:13. Zim yawned, exhausted. He closed his eyes, images of today's events projecting against the back of his eyelids, and was soon breathing heavily in sync with Dib.
Gaz looked down at the little robot beside her and took another bite of pizza.
"... Then they pasted him to sticks shaped like a plus sign and he died so they took him down and locked him in a house and three days later he turned into a zombie!"
"... That story was very nice. Now, what happened between Dib and Zim?" Gaz eagerly tried to get a juicy answer out of GIR.
GIR tilted his head to one side. "Uh... forty-two?"
Gaz's eyes lit up with surprise and disgust. "You mean 69?"
GIR stared up at Gaz vacantly and took a Pelon Pelo Rico... chili... candy... thingy... out of his head and sucked on it. Gaz growled and finished her pizza, not having the heart to force a reasonable answer out of the little guy. She stood up and carried her Game Slave 2 to her room, defeated. It was late and she had managed to unlock 29 ultra-secret super- bonus levels of VPH that night. She disappeared behind her closed door. GIR decided he needed some sleep too, so he hopped off the couch and went out the front door, not bothering to close it behind him.
As he walked cheerfully down the street, a group of teenagers pulled up beside him in a neon pink Ford Focus. GIR stopped and looked up expectantly. The window rolled down and a girl stuck her head out. "Hey! 'Sup dawg!"
GIR looked confused. He wasn't wearing his dog suit.
"You look like you holdin' it down, G! Wanna come ride wif us? We goin' down to the Krazy Taco and then we hittin' the clubs!"
GIR smiled brightly. He loved tacos and he loved dancing. He didn't care about the fact that he wasn't in disguise, and the people in the car were nice. "Okie dokie!"
The girl laughed and opened the door for GIR. "Well then, c'mon coz, we ain't got all night!"
GIR jumped into the girl's lap. The rest of the car's inhabitants laughed and gave GIR props and hugs. Then the girl shut the door and the Focus sped off downtown, bumping to Poop Dogg's Poop Cola Candy promotional single.
At around four in the morning, Dib's eyes shot open with the sound of a door slamming. His first impulse was to push away the slimy body that was on top of him, but it only took him seconds to realize who that slimy body belonged to and why it was there. Dib sighed with relief and turned to face the source of the bang he heard.
GIR wobbled through the living room, carrying a Chocolate Bubble Gum Brain Freezey and wearing a Krazy Taco hat. He was splattered with the liquid that made glow sticks do what they do best for about 24 hours. About 11 glow sticks dangled from his neck and wrists, and it looked like only 6 of them were still intact. Dib stared at the blurry glowing robot as he casually turned on the TV and sat down in front of it.
The pale light that bounced off the TV's surroundings didn't seem to make a difference to Zim's sleeping pattern. He simply turned his head to face the back of the armchair and resumed his soft snoring.
Dib sniffed the air and gagged. The glow stick liquid must have given off a disgusting rotten egg-like smell. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the stench and the noise from the TV, but found that he was incapable of sleeping with such distractions. In no position to get up and soak GIR in a tub of Spring Flower scented AJAX dishwashing soap, Dib tried to get the robot's attention by whispering loudly. "Hey, you!"
GIR surprisingly turned around with the coaxing of Dib's voice. "Hi boyfriend-of-my-master!"
Dib blushed and urgently whispered some more. "I'm not your master's boyfriend! Now go clean yourself up, you smell like my dad's coat after he invented cream of mushroom flavored toast."
GIR jumped up and put on a light show with his glow sticks, humming to some techno.
Dib sighed and squirmed out from underneath Zim, who rolled to the side and curled up into a little ball in the corner of the armchair. Dib pulled the dirty sheet out from under Zim and wrapped it around himself. He cringed when he felt the sticky sheet cling to his thighs and decided it was best that he didn't know what soiled it. He grabbed GIR by the hand and dragged him into the kitchen in search of a source of water.
"I like shroomie toast."
Dib rolled his eyes and stopped in the middle of the room, looking around. "Where's the kitchen sink?"
"Why's everyone asking me questions tonight?" GIR pouted and sucked on the end of one of his glow sticks. "It hurts..."
Dib slapped his head, his brain finally registering that Zim wouldn't have something that involved H2O in his house. He was about to lead GIR out into the neighboring yard so he could spray him with a garden hose, but the toilet at the far end of the kitchen caught his eye. He gazed at it for a while, trying to hold back the urge to go down and check out Zim's base.
... But Dib was never really good at resisting urges. He let go of GIR's hand and started walking toward the toilet bowl, interested in the technology Zim always bragged about.
GIR squealed, not wanting to be left out. He followed the human down through the tube that lead to Zim's main lab.
Zim's antennae moved in suspicion, waking him up from an otherwise peaceful slumber. He opened his eyes, startled to find that Dib was no longer with him. Then he saw that the TV was on. Zim's puzzled mind wandered through many different scenarios; some suggesting that Dib had gone home wrapped up in the sheet. Zim laughed to himself as an image of Dib running through the street half-naked appeared in his mind. He closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep, but a loud crash thundered from down below. Zim jumped out of the warm cushion of the armchair and pulled up his pants, suddenly very angry with an unknown person for an unknown reason.
"Oopsie!"
Dib pulled his hands away from his ears and opened his eyes, gawking at the blurry image of a large piece of machinery that had been knocked over by GIR's innocent play at the control panel. "AGH! There's no WAY Zim could've slept through that! You stupid robot, he's gonna kill us!"
GIR cheered enthusiastically.
"DIB-HUMAN?!"
Dib cringed and turned to face a fuzzy green figure. He didn't need the aid of his glasses to see that Zim was pissed off and surprised as well as genuinely hurt. "Zim, it's not what you think..."
Zim walked toward Dib from the elevator and snarled. "That's all you had in mind the whole time, wasn't it? Penetrating my weakness so you could get into my lab."
Dib shook his head. "No! That was the last thing on my mind, I was just curio -"
"I didn't know that you could stoop so low, stinking worm-baby, as to put up and act like that just so you could get your crummy hands on my plans to destroy this useless planet." Zim took a few steps closer to Dib.
Dib hurried to defend himself. "It wasn't an act and you know it."
Zim stopped, the anger in his eyes leaving for just a moment. Dib's body relaxed a bit and he continued. "I wouldn't do that to you, not now..."
But Zim didn't buy it. "Get out."
Dib choked. "What?"
"GET OUT." Zim turned and pointed to the elevator, never taking his eyes off of the appalled human.
"But Ziiiiiiiiiiim..." GIR whined from across the room. "It was meeeeeeee..."
Zim glared at the robot from the corner of his eye. "I'll deal with you later, GIR."
Dib just stood there.
Zim's icy glower returned to him once again. "DID YOU NOT HEAR ME, HUMAN- STINK?! I SAID, GET OUT!"
He leaned forward and snagged Dib by the wrist and spun him around so that he was closer to the elevator entrance. Then Zim pushed him into the closed door with a loud smack. The elevator opened presently, letting Dib fall inside before closing and heading up toward the house.
Zim turned to his companion. "GIR..." He was so angry he couldn't think straight. "... J-just forget it!" He squeaked his attempted punishment and waited for the elevator to come back.
Dib crawled out of the toilet, his vision blurred even more with tears. He had a natural unwanted ability to over-dramatize everything that happened in his life. Dib acted before that gentle voice inside his head could reassure him that things would get better by tomorrow. He looked at everything as something that could only get worse.
He near-blindly stumbled out into the living room and fell to the ground. Something had snagged the sheet that was securely wrapped around his waist. He turned and saw Zim's familiar figure towering over him.
Seeing Dib sprawled out on the floor with those big honey-colored eyes filled with tears had no effect on Zim's hardening heart. He kicked the human, hard, between his legs. Dib let out a tortured scream but had no time to curl in pain; Zim picked him up so that he could get a good look at Dib's face. Tears streaked down his cheeks and his mouth was puckered in anguish. Zim's menacing glare softened. 'Why did he have to go and do that...'
Zim carried Dib's weak body out the door and gently laid him down on the doorstep. He walked back into the house and locked the door behind him, hoping Dib wouldn't tempt him to open it by knocking. Zim leaned against the door and slumped to the floor, staring at the tiles below him, ignoring the tears that sprang to his eyes. Thunder cracked in the distance and Zim cringed, hoping that Dib would hurry home.
Whoa, no one expected that, I bet! Sniff sniff... well, what happens now?
Dib goes home and is confronted by a suspicious Gaz, who questions him about what's going on and threatens to tell everyone at skool...
Dib wanders off and finds himself thinking about committing suicide with the help of an oncoming train, but is saved by Zim, who got worried and went looking for him...
Dib tries to convince Zim by talking through the door that he meant no harm and begs to be let back inside...
Review and tell me what you want and how you like the story so far!
- SwEeTiNsAnItY
You know what I just noticed? Zim's left-handed!
And you guys are sick bastards! Lookie at the results from last chapter's reviews!
Dib creeps home in sheet: 3 GIR tells Gaz all about Zim and Dib: 2 Hot n' sweaty anal sex: ... 10!
NASTY PEOPLES! Nasty nasty... spoot on you... for shame...
... (Not mentioning the fact that I've spent that last few nights thinking about Zim and Dib having sex before I fall asleep)...
Cyberpup82: Awww! Hehe thank you... *Hands some of my writing skills to you*
Big big thanks to the rest of my reviewers! *Gives out Invader Zim cell phone covers*
Due to the fact that Zim's Irken ability to see in the dark was similar to using night vision goggles, Dib's face appeared to have a rosy glow. Zim gazed at him as he expertly expressed his love for the human through his hand. Dib squirmed and dug his nails into the gravy-smeared sheet beneath him, trying to keep his moans of pleasure to a minimum. "Ohh... Oh Zim..."
Zim tightened his grip on Dib's cock and made each stroke a little faster and rougher. Dib trembled with Zim's intimate touch and struggled to control his breathing. He felt himself growing close to orgasm and let out a low groan. "Oh I'm gonna... gonna... Zim, keep going..."
But Zim had something else in mind. After Dib's generous warning, Zim abruptly ceased his rubbing and squeezed the head of Dib's shaft. Dib yelped with dismay and shuddered, his body begging for continuation. "ZIM! What're you doing?!"
Zim's pleading eyes burned into Dib's. "Let me... let me..." He trailed off, feeling uneasy about putting the question into words, and forced his hand underneath, slipping a claw inside of Dib. Dib's eyes widened and he shook his head.
"Please..." Zim nuzzled under Dib's chin and crawled on top of him, sliding against Dib's gravy-daubed body. "I'll be gentle..."
Dib looked away and bit his lip. It wasn't something he looked forward to doing, but he wanted to delight Zim, and he felt like he owed him, even though Zim never finished... Dib nodded hesitantly.
Zim felt Dib's reply from against his neck and sucked on his smooth skin as he eased his claw out, only to replace it with his thick, impatient member. Dib howled, not at all prepared for the pain it caused. Zim quickly reached down and wrapped his claw around Dib's cock again, this time rubbing a lot softer and slower. Dib silenced his outcry and uttered a blissful sigh.
When he felt that Dib's innocence had gotten semi-used to its violation, Zim drove further inside. The sensation it gave him was enough to bring on ejaculation, but Zim controlled what boiled inside and gazed down at Dib.
Dib wailed and clung to Zim's raw shoulders, the pleasure he received not blacking out the pain. Zim continued fondle Dib in his claw delicately as he urged his tool deeper inside of Dib, who mewled in discomfort. Zim gave him a sympathetic look and kissed him soothingly. He wanted this to be good for the both of them, but Dib wasn't giving it a chance.
Zim thrust himself in as far as he could go, ignoring Dib's writhing. He pulled out and pushed back in, then proceeded to do this steadily. Dib showed his dissent by cringing and grunting, but soon found himself actually enjoying Zim's movements. A short indescribable sound of ecstasy escaped his lips.
Zim smiled, satisfied that Dib was able to share his rapture. He pumped a little harder, doing the same with his hand and Dib's member. Dib wrapped his arms around Zim and assisted with the pushing and pulling, pressing his fingertips into his shoulder blades. Zim groaned and hissed with pleasure, never keeping his eyes off Dib. The expression on the young human's face changed constantly; fear, joy, pain, excitement, uncertainty, embarrassment, hope, love... Zim treasured every aspect. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Dib's hungrily, and Dib responded with the same desire, both of them pausing every so-often to catch their breath.
Zim broke off suddenly and buried his face into Dib's chest, which was slick with sweat and gravy. He started to shake uncontrollably, but kept pushing in and out. Zim stopped massaging Dib's cock, finding it too hard to be involved with both activities at his highest point. But it didn't matter, because Dib found Zim's struggled thrusts just as pleasing. He stared up at Zim and for a moment considered him to be more than just a paranoid alien who had come to conquer earth. A lot more.
Zim gasped and let out a short scream as he came inside of Dib. Dib felt Zim's warmth flow inside him and shivered as this brought on spasms of pleasure that he didn't think possible. Dib squeezed Zim in his arms as every muscle in his body contracted, preparing for orgasm. He moaned loudly and released the passion that had built up inside him since he saw Zim at his door earlier that evening.
Zim sighed with gratification when he felt with sticky substance between him and Dib. He rested in Dib's securing arms, feeling the heartbeat of the overwhelmed body beneath him slow to normal. Dib kissed Zim's shoulder and murmured softly "I... I think I might... like you too, stupid alien..."
Zim chuckled gently and ran his claws up and down Dib's sides until he heard light snoring coming from Dib's nose. Then he eased himself out of Dib and curled up beside him, resting an arm and a leg over Dib's body. He glanced up at the clock. 10:13. Zim yawned, exhausted. He closed his eyes, images of today's events projecting against the back of his eyelids, and was soon breathing heavily in sync with Dib.
Gaz looked down at the little robot beside her and took another bite of pizza.
"... Then they pasted him to sticks shaped like a plus sign and he died so they took him down and locked him in a house and three days later he turned into a zombie!"
"... That story was very nice. Now, what happened between Dib and Zim?" Gaz eagerly tried to get a juicy answer out of GIR.
GIR tilted his head to one side. "Uh... forty-two?"
Gaz's eyes lit up with surprise and disgust. "You mean 69?"
GIR stared up at Gaz vacantly and took a Pelon Pelo Rico... chili... candy... thingy... out of his head and sucked on it. Gaz growled and finished her pizza, not having the heart to force a reasonable answer out of the little guy. She stood up and carried her Game Slave 2 to her room, defeated. It was late and she had managed to unlock 29 ultra-secret super- bonus levels of VPH that night. She disappeared behind her closed door. GIR decided he needed some sleep too, so he hopped off the couch and went out the front door, not bothering to close it behind him.
As he walked cheerfully down the street, a group of teenagers pulled up beside him in a neon pink Ford Focus. GIR stopped and looked up expectantly. The window rolled down and a girl stuck her head out. "Hey! 'Sup dawg!"
GIR looked confused. He wasn't wearing his dog suit.
"You look like you holdin' it down, G! Wanna come ride wif us? We goin' down to the Krazy Taco and then we hittin' the clubs!"
GIR smiled brightly. He loved tacos and he loved dancing. He didn't care about the fact that he wasn't in disguise, and the people in the car were nice. "Okie dokie!"
The girl laughed and opened the door for GIR. "Well then, c'mon coz, we ain't got all night!"
GIR jumped into the girl's lap. The rest of the car's inhabitants laughed and gave GIR props and hugs. Then the girl shut the door and the Focus sped off downtown, bumping to Poop Dogg's Poop Cola Candy promotional single.
At around four in the morning, Dib's eyes shot open with the sound of a door slamming. His first impulse was to push away the slimy body that was on top of him, but it only took him seconds to realize who that slimy body belonged to and why it was there. Dib sighed with relief and turned to face the source of the bang he heard.
GIR wobbled through the living room, carrying a Chocolate Bubble Gum Brain Freezey and wearing a Krazy Taco hat. He was splattered with the liquid that made glow sticks do what they do best for about 24 hours. About 11 glow sticks dangled from his neck and wrists, and it looked like only 6 of them were still intact. Dib stared at the blurry glowing robot as he casually turned on the TV and sat down in front of it.
The pale light that bounced off the TV's surroundings didn't seem to make a difference to Zim's sleeping pattern. He simply turned his head to face the back of the armchair and resumed his soft snoring.
Dib sniffed the air and gagged. The glow stick liquid must have given off a disgusting rotten egg-like smell. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the stench and the noise from the TV, but found that he was incapable of sleeping with such distractions. In no position to get up and soak GIR in a tub of Spring Flower scented AJAX dishwashing soap, Dib tried to get the robot's attention by whispering loudly. "Hey, you!"
GIR surprisingly turned around with the coaxing of Dib's voice. "Hi boyfriend-of-my-master!"
Dib blushed and urgently whispered some more. "I'm not your master's boyfriend! Now go clean yourself up, you smell like my dad's coat after he invented cream of mushroom flavored toast."
GIR jumped up and put on a light show with his glow sticks, humming to some techno.
Dib sighed and squirmed out from underneath Zim, who rolled to the side and curled up into a little ball in the corner of the armchair. Dib pulled the dirty sheet out from under Zim and wrapped it around himself. He cringed when he felt the sticky sheet cling to his thighs and decided it was best that he didn't know what soiled it. He grabbed GIR by the hand and dragged him into the kitchen in search of a source of water.
"I like shroomie toast."
Dib rolled his eyes and stopped in the middle of the room, looking around. "Where's the kitchen sink?"
"Why's everyone asking me questions tonight?" GIR pouted and sucked on the end of one of his glow sticks. "It hurts..."
Dib slapped his head, his brain finally registering that Zim wouldn't have something that involved H2O in his house. He was about to lead GIR out into the neighboring yard so he could spray him with a garden hose, but the toilet at the far end of the kitchen caught his eye. He gazed at it for a while, trying to hold back the urge to go down and check out Zim's base.
... But Dib was never really good at resisting urges. He let go of GIR's hand and started walking toward the toilet bowl, interested in the technology Zim always bragged about.
GIR squealed, not wanting to be left out. He followed the human down through the tube that lead to Zim's main lab.
Zim's antennae moved in suspicion, waking him up from an otherwise peaceful slumber. He opened his eyes, startled to find that Dib was no longer with him. Then he saw that the TV was on. Zim's puzzled mind wandered through many different scenarios; some suggesting that Dib had gone home wrapped up in the sheet. Zim laughed to himself as an image of Dib running through the street half-naked appeared in his mind. He closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep, but a loud crash thundered from down below. Zim jumped out of the warm cushion of the armchair and pulled up his pants, suddenly very angry with an unknown person for an unknown reason.
"Oopsie!"
Dib pulled his hands away from his ears and opened his eyes, gawking at the blurry image of a large piece of machinery that had been knocked over by GIR's innocent play at the control panel. "AGH! There's no WAY Zim could've slept through that! You stupid robot, he's gonna kill us!"
GIR cheered enthusiastically.
"DIB-HUMAN?!"
Dib cringed and turned to face a fuzzy green figure. He didn't need the aid of his glasses to see that Zim was pissed off and surprised as well as genuinely hurt. "Zim, it's not what you think..."
Zim walked toward Dib from the elevator and snarled. "That's all you had in mind the whole time, wasn't it? Penetrating my weakness so you could get into my lab."
Dib shook his head. "No! That was the last thing on my mind, I was just curio -"
"I didn't know that you could stoop so low, stinking worm-baby, as to put up and act like that just so you could get your crummy hands on my plans to destroy this useless planet." Zim took a few steps closer to Dib.
Dib hurried to defend himself. "It wasn't an act and you know it."
Zim stopped, the anger in his eyes leaving for just a moment. Dib's body relaxed a bit and he continued. "I wouldn't do that to you, not now..."
But Zim didn't buy it. "Get out."
Dib choked. "What?"
"GET OUT." Zim turned and pointed to the elevator, never taking his eyes off of the appalled human.
"But Ziiiiiiiiiiim..." GIR whined from across the room. "It was meeeeeeee..."
Zim glared at the robot from the corner of his eye. "I'll deal with you later, GIR."
Dib just stood there.
Zim's icy glower returned to him once again. "DID YOU NOT HEAR ME, HUMAN- STINK?! I SAID, GET OUT!"
He leaned forward and snagged Dib by the wrist and spun him around so that he was closer to the elevator entrance. Then Zim pushed him into the closed door with a loud smack. The elevator opened presently, letting Dib fall inside before closing and heading up toward the house.
Zim turned to his companion. "GIR..." He was so angry he couldn't think straight. "... J-just forget it!" He squeaked his attempted punishment and waited for the elevator to come back.
Dib crawled out of the toilet, his vision blurred even more with tears. He had a natural unwanted ability to over-dramatize everything that happened in his life. Dib acted before that gentle voice inside his head could reassure him that things would get better by tomorrow. He looked at everything as something that could only get worse.
He near-blindly stumbled out into the living room and fell to the ground. Something had snagged the sheet that was securely wrapped around his waist. He turned and saw Zim's familiar figure towering over him.
Seeing Dib sprawled out on the floor with those big honey-colored eyes filled with tears had no effect on Zim's hardening heart. He kicked the human, hard, between his legs. Dib let out a tortured scream but had no time to curl in pain; Zim picked him up so that he could get a good look at Dib's face. Tears streaked down his cheeks and his mouth was puckered in anguish. Zim's menacing glare softened. 'Why did he have to go and do that...'
Zim carried Dib's weak body out the door and gently laid him down on the doorstep. He walked back into the house and locked the door behind him, hoping Dib wouldn't tempt him to open it by knocking. Zim leaned against the door and slumped to the floor, staring at the tiles below him, ignoring the tears that sprang to his eyes. Thunder cracked in the distance and Zim cringed, hoping that Dib would hurry home.
Whoa, no one expected that, I bet! Sniff sniff... well, what happens now?
Dib goes home and is confronted by a suspicious Gaz, who questions him about what's going on and threatens to tell everyone at skool...
Dib wanders off and finds himself thinking about committing suicide with the help of an oncoming train, but is saved by Zim, who got worried and went looking for him...
Dib tries to convince Zim by talking through the door that he meant no harm and begs to be let back inside...
Review and tell me what you want and how you like the story so far!
- SwEeTiNsAnItY