DEPRESSION'S A BITCH! *Deep breath* Okay. With that said, I must
apologize for taking so long to put up this chapter. Gah. But I'm feeling
a little better, just really tired. I went shopping for Zimmy stuff and I
think I used up my happiness for the week today. But that's okay. I'm
gonna be GIR for Halloween this year and my brother is gonna be Zim even
though he doesn't know who Dib is. Do you think it's a little early to be
thinking about Halloween costumes? If so, please tell me.
Dib's Stalker: I am so sorry for not congratulating you earlier on being my one-hundredth reviewer! I read your review RIGHT after I put up the last chapter, so I had no chance to say kudos! Thanks for all the way cool things you said 'bout me in yer bio thingy! Hah, I feel special now toooooo *Squeals and hugs her new Zim pillow plush tightly*
You all had really good ideas but I couldn't shove 'em in one chapter! But that's a good thing, right? Yea, 'cuz this promises to be a pretty long fic! Yay! There WILL be a scene with the Tallests... mmm, pretty soon, but it's all up to you and where you lead this fic! Thank you all so very much for the encouraging reviews, I never thought this fic would rate so high with the FF community! Love love love, can ya feel it? Huh? Huh?
Dib opened his eyes, noticing right away that he had his glasses back. Blinking a couple times to get used to his renewed vision, he sat up slowly and wiped the saliva off his cheek. With a grunt of disgust, he pulled at the damp shirt that clung to the unknown substance smothered underneath and looked around warily, feeling horrible. He was in a very comfortable, yet abstract-looking bed with different shades of purple for each blanket, pillowcase and sheet.
"You're awake..."
Dib jerked his head toward the voice and saw Zim sitting in a fuchsia beanbag in the corner of the room, fully clothed and cleaned. Dib looked down; mortified because of the things he and Zim did the night before and the actions that had followed.
Zim shared a bit of Dib's humiliation, having witnessed Dib's strange behavior and being the one to provoke it. But his voice came out a lot smoother than he thought it would. "I had my computer run a diagnosis but it didn't recognize you because you're human." Zim looked away, hiding his obvious frustration toward the supposed-intelligent data processor. "So I don't know what's wrong with you or how to treat it."
Dib sniffed and glanced around nonchalantly for a tissue. His voice was deep with sleep and nasal congestion. "It's probably just a bad cold, nothing serious."
"... Eh? Oh." Zim blushed a little, embarrassed for showing his concern. "But... how can I help?"
Dib tilted his head to the side and looked away, smiling slightly. "Well... when I got sick when I was little, my mom would make me chicken and stars soup..."
Zim quirked a brow and stood up. "Your mother sounded like a very... nice parental unit."
Dib smiled dreamily. "Yeah... wait, huh?"
Zim walked to the doorway and turned to look at the human between his sheets. "Was there anything else she'd do for you?"
Dib stared down at his hands, lost in memories. "She'd give me some Poop Cola and tell me not to drink it too fast... and she'd give me a nice, warm bath... and she'd bundle me up in blankets and cuddle with me... and..." Dib stopped suddenly and dared to look up. Zim's eyes had grown wide and the area where his nose would be had turned soft pink.
Dib blushed. "But you don't have to do those for me, just a tissue would be fine."
Zim looked disappointed. "... Mm, all right, I'll to go to the store and purchase some 'chicken and stars' soup for you."
Dib smiled a bit. "Okay, but what about -"
Zim walked out of the room and the vertical... sliding... door thingy closed behind him.
"... My tissue?" Dib frowned and sniffed again.
"GIR? GIR, where are you?" Zim crawled out of the trash bin and walked into the living room. GIR was sitting in front of the TV, petting his pig and singing along to the Poke'mon theme song.
Zim sighed. "GIR, make sure to check up on Dib every so-often while I go down to one of earth's stinky, inadequate, crawling-with-humans-stores and get a few things."
GIR threw the pig at Zim. "Venonat, return!"
Zim yelped as the pig slammed into the side of his head. The pig bounced off and hit the ground squealing while Zim stumbled back into the wall. GIR found this quite amusing and let out a high-pitched giggle.
Zim rubbed his head and glared at GIR. "You better not try anything like that on Dib."
The robot smiled. "Aww, Chibi Vegeta is safe wif me!"
Zim raised a brow, but didn't bother questioning his minion. He made sure he still had his disguise on and left GIR chasing the pig around the room.
Dib slid the back of his hand under his runny nose and grimaced when he observed the trail it left behind. He hadn't done that for a long time. Humming casually, he wiped his hand on the edge of Zim's bed and looked around. The digital clock on the nightstand read only 7:58 a.m. With a tired groan, Dib curled back up in Zim's velvety blankets and closed his eyes, ignoring the stickiness he felt against his belly and chest.
'Ding Ding!'
Zim stepped inside the 24/7 mart that was located on a corner a little less than a mile away from his house. A young girl who was observing the candy selection next to the register turned away from the counter and stared at Zim with wide eyes.
Oblivious to the little girl, Zim marched to the far end of the store and picked up a 6-pack of Poop Cola. A little cockroach scampered across the empty spot on the shelf where the cans once were and Zim cringed. "How any earth creature can consume such hideous beverages is beyond me." He carried the soda across the store, peering down its few aisles. He spotted a lone can sitting on an empty, stained shelf labeled "New England Clam Chowder".
"'Clam'? What is this 'clam'?" Zim pursed his brows in thought, then shrugged. "Well, whatever it is, it's soup." He picked it up and brought it to the cash register, along with the 6-pack of Poop Cola.
The employee at the register looked down at the items that Zim pushed up on the counter, eyed the strange green customer, then looked back at the items with a bored expression.
Zim glanced at the little girl next to him, becoming aware of the fact that she was looking at him. He forced a smile in hopes that she'd look away, but the little girl just continued to stare mindlessly.
The cashier dragged the soda across the price scanner.
'Beep!'
Zim fished in his pocket for money, trying to ignore the little girl's prodding stare.
The cashier rolled the can of clam chowder across the price scanner, but no beep was to be heard. He grumbled and repeated this process over and over and over...
Zim pulled out a handful of coins and fingered through them, still not quite used to earth's currency.
... And over and over and over...
Zim frowned at the cashier's poor attempts to ring up the can of soup, then turned to the hideous little girl. She blinked slowly, but her eyes never left Zim.
... And over and over and over...
Zim looked away nervously, focusing more on the money in his hand. "Let's see, four... big coins make a dollar..."
... And over and over and over...
Zim felt the little girl's eyes burning into him. He winced and shook all over, unable to take the pressure of being under the scrutiny of the child's eyes any longer. Raising his fists in the air, he screamed, "WHY MUST YOU USE ME AS EYE CANDY, INFERIOR HUMAN STINK?!"
... 'Beep!'
The little girl started to cry. Zim dropped his arms to his sides and looked at her blankly.
The man at the register showed no concern for Zim's sudden outburst or the child's sobs and put the items in a clear plastic bag. He looked at the price shown on the register, then held out his hand. "That'll be $2.75."
Breathing heavily, Zim piled the coins on the counter uncertainly. Before the cashier could count them, Zim snatched the bag off the counter and ran out the door. The little girl sniffled and called after him.
"Wait! I just wanted to say that I like your dress..."
GIR snickered and sprayed some Redi Whip into Dib's open hand. He sucked on the nozzle a few times before tucking the canister into his chest-plate and walking over to where Dib's head was resting. GIR sat down on Zim's pillow gently and pulled a feather out from a hole in the case. He trailed the feather over Dib's lips and watched excitedly as the feverish human subconsciously reached up to brush away the disturbance. The whip cream blotched on Dib's hand was now splattered on his face as well, as Dib awoke abruptly to find out. "What the -?"
GIR laughed hysterically and pointed at Dib's dismayed face. "MARSHMALLOW!"
Zim gagged and dumped the contents of the open can into a pot on the stove. "GAH, what a sick mariney-stench! DisGUSTing 'cuh-LAM'!" He put the heat on high and stirred constantly, impatient with earth's mediocre forms of cooking. Even the convenience of TV dinners and microwave ovens couldn't compare to the speedy heating devices that Irken technology came up with. ... Sure, 1 in every 5 Irkens died from radiation BECAUSE of those speedy heating devices, but at least they had enough time to enjoy some fried chicken before expiring. Mmm... fried chicken...
When Zim was pretty sure the soup was done, he turned off the heat, poured the chowder into a bowl that he didn't know was clean or not, shoved a spoon into his pocket and took the stinky invertebrate-infested meal down the trash bin to his room.
Dib sat up and did his best to lick and wipe away the creamy mess from his jaw, but this action didn't go over well with GIR. The spontaneous robot opened his chest-plate and pulled out the container of Redi Whip. He shook it up and aimed it at Dib menacingly, his eyes glowing red. "PEEPS!"
Not really in the position to defend himself, Dib meekly covered his face with his hands and yelped as he was sprayed and completely covered with whip cream. GIR's serious expression turned to distress when the steady blast of Redi Whip ceased. "Aww, my snow..."
The vertical... sliding... door thingy opened, and in came a flushed and rather insecure looking alien with a steaming bowl of New England Clam Chowder. "They didn't have chicken and st - GIR, WHAT ON IRK.?!"
GIR looked up at Zim and smiled. "Master, you're here! Just in time to go skiing on Dib's greasy head!"
Dib pulled his hands away, revealing the small areas on his face where the wrath of GIR's Redi Whip failed to make contact. He blinked and gave GIR a dirty look.
Zim fought the impulse to hurl the bowl of soup at his annoying SIR unit. "No, GIR, we are NOT going skiing on Dib's head."
"But it's sooo biiig!" GIR climbed up on Dib's slippery shoulder and wrapped his arms around it as a demonstration. Dib scowled and tried to shake GIR away.
Zim snarled, put the bowl of clam chowder on the floor and stomped over to the side of his bed. He wrapped his claw around GIR's antenna and tried to yank him away from Dib's cranium, but the little robot was a lot more powerful than the Irken had originally expected. GIR remained planted to the side of Dib's head despite Zim's vicious rending. "ARGH, GIR, LET... GO!"
Dib howled in pain and cringed as he pulled in the opposite direction. GIR giggled uncontrollably, obviously enjoying the stimulating situation at hand. Zim grunted and pulled harder, pushing his foot up against the edge of his bed for support.
GIR laughed and suddenly let go, sending him and his master falling back on their rears; Zim's landing right in the steaming bowl of clam chowder. He screeched and threw GIR over his shoulder as he jumped up and grabbed his burning behind. GIR smacked against the wall near the doorway, slid down, then ran out of the room, fearing punishment from his enraged master. Dib couldn't help but to laugh at the sight of all these occurrences.
Zim grumbled and rubbed his sore ass, smirking at Dib. "Oh, you think that's funny, Abominable Snowman?"
Dib nodded weakly, still chuckling.
"Well, the sight of you can be found just as humorous."
Dib's giggles faded away as he held out his arms and looked down at the mountain of whip cream in disgust. He glanced up at the Irken and scrunched his face. "You... wouldn't happen to have a bathtub laying around, would you?"
"... A wha? Oh. Um. Maybe." Zim crossed his arms and looked down, unsure if he could trust Dib in his cleansing area.
Dib tilted his head to the side curiously. "Either you do or you don't, Zim... which is it?"
Zim sighed and motioned for Dib to follow him. The blob of cream crawled out of Zim's bed and did so without hesitation, though his gait was a little slow because of his fever. Zim led him out of the room into an elevator that, upon Zim's command, took them to another part of Zim's underground quarters. Dib held his breath and rested his hands on his foamy belly, feeling slightly nauseous because of the ride, but fortunately it was over almost as soon as it had started. The doors to the elevator slid open and revealed a small room that closely resembled a normal bathroom, except for the shapes and colors. Zim walked over to the strange bathtub and turned it on. A thick lime scented and colored substance oozed from the faucet and plopped down on the cold ivory of the tub. Dib raised an eyebrow. 'Kinda reminds me of that one part in the Ghostbusters movie...'
Zim saw the expression on Dib's face and scoffed proudly. "This is what us Irkens bathe in. It's a gelatin-like substance that cleanses and refreshes almost 70% better than your horrible earthly water."
Dib scoffed. "Hey, you think I CHOSE to be born here?"
Zim nodded.
"...?"
"..."
"... Is it safe?" Dib peered into the Jell-O mold cautiously.
"'COURSE it's safe! Would I lead you to believe otherwise?" Zim gave Dib a toothy grin.
Dib thought for a moment. "... Mmmyep."
Zim sat on the edge of the tub, pulled off his glove, and ran his bare claw through the jelly-like substance. He looked up at the human for approval. "See?"
Dib took a deep breath and slowly reached down into the mold...
Ack! Oh the suspense! What's gonna happen now?!
Dib and Zim take a nice bath together and talk and... "stuff" happens... heh heh...
Dib suddenly pulls away, thinking that Zim is trying to trap him or something... and if this happens, tell me if Zim really IS trying to trap him... for whatever reason... heh heh.
Dib reacts to the gelatin just like Zim reacts to water, so Zim smothers Dib in paste... this can be sensual... heh heh...
Damn I'm naughty. Pick one and tell me what you think! I'm gonna try my best to update this story a lot sooner than I have been! Thanks for reading! Puppy CIAO!
- SwEeTiNsAnItY
Dib's Stalker: I am so sorry for not congratulating you earlier on being my one-hundredth reviewer! I read your review RIGHT after I put up the last chapter, so I had no chance to say kudos! Thanks for all the way cool things you said 'bout me in yer bio thingy! Hah, I feel special now toooooo *Squeals and hugs her new Zim pillow plush tightly*
You all had really good ideas but I couldn't shove 'em in one chapter! But that's a good thing, right? Yea, 'cuz this promises to be a pretty long fic! Yay! There WILL be a scene with the Tallests... mmm, pretty soon, but it's all up to you and where you lead this fic! Thank you all so very much for the encouraging reviews, I never thought this fic would rate so high with the FF community! Love love love, can ya feel it? Huh? Huh?
Dib opened his eyes, noticing right away that he had his glasses back. Blinking a couple times to get used to his renewed vision, he sat up slowly and wiped the saliva off his cheek. With a grunt of disgust, he pulled at the damp shirt that clung to the unknown substance smothered underneath and looked around warily, feeling horrible. He was in a very comfortable, yet abstract-looking bed with different shades of purple for each blanket, pillowcase and sheet.
"You're awake..."
Dib jerked his head toward the voice and saw Zim sitting in a fuchsia beanbag in the corner of the room, fully clothed and cleaned. Dib looked down; mortified because of the things he and Zim did the night before and the actions that had followed.
Zim shared a bit of Dib's humiliation, having witnessed Dib's strange behavior and being the one to provoke it. But his voice came out a lot smoother than he thought it would. "I had my computer run a diagnosis but it didn't recognize you because you're human." Zim looked away, hiding his obvious frustration toward the supposed-intelligent data processor. "So I don't know what's wrong with you or how to treat it."
Dib sniffed and glanced around nonchalantly for a tissue. His voice was deep with sleep and nasal congestion. "It's probably just a bad cold, nothing serious."
"... Eh? Oh." Zim blushed a little, embarrassed for showing his concern. "But... how can I help?"
Dib tilted his head to the side and looked away, smiling slightly. "Well... when I got sick when I was little, my mom would make me chicken and stars soup..."
Zim quirked a brow and stood up. "Your mother sounded like a very... nice parental unit."
Dib smiled dreamily. "Yeah... wait, huh?"
Zim walked to the doorway and turned to look at the human between his sheets. "Was there anything else she'd do for you?"
Dib stared down at his hands, lost in memories. "She'd give me some Poop Cola and tell me not to drink it too fast... and she'd give me a nice, warm bath... and she'd bundle me up in blankets and cuddle with me... and..." Dib stopped suddenly and dared to look up. Zim's eyes had grown wide and the area where his nose would be had turned soft pink.
Dib blushed. "But you don't have to do those for me, just a tissue would be fine."
Zim looked disappointed. "... Mm, all right, I'll to go to the store and purchase some 'chicken and stars' soup for you."
Dib smiled a bit. "Okay, but what about -"
Zim walked out of the room and the vertical... sliding... door thingy closed behind him.
"... My tissue?" Dib frowned and sniffed again.
"GIR? GIR, where are you?" Zim crawled out of the trash bin and walked into the living room. GIR was sitting in front of the TV, petting his pig and singing along to the Poke'mon theme song.
Zim sighed. "GIR, make sure to check up on Dib every so-often while I go down to one of earth's stinky, inadequate, crawling-with-humans-stores and get a few things."
GIR threw the pig at Zim. "Venonat, return!"
Zim yelped as the pig slammed into the side of his head. The pig bounced off and hit the ground squealing while Zim stumbled back into the wall. GIR found this quite amusing and let out a high-pitched giggle.
Zim rubbed his head and glared at GIR. "You better not try anything like that on Dib."
The robot smiled. "Aww, Chibi Vegeta is safe wif me!"
Zim raised a brow, but didn't bother questioning his minion. He made sure he still had his disguise on and left GIR chasing the pig around the room.
Dib slid the back of his hand under his runny nose and grimaced when he observed the trail it left behind. He hadn't done that for a long time. Humming casually, he wiped his hand on the edge of Zim's bed and looked around. The digital clock on the nightstand read only 7:58 a.m. With a tired groan, Dib curled back up in Zim's velvety blankets and closed his eyes, ignoring the stickiness he felt against his belly and chest.
'Ding Ding!'
Zim stepped inside the 24/7 mart that was located on a corner a little less than a mile away from his house. A young girl who was observing the candy selection next to the register turned away from the counter and stared at Zim with wide eyes.
Oblivious to the little girl, Zim marched to the far end of the store and picked up a 6-pack of Poop Cola. A little cockroach scampered across the empty spot on the shelf where the cans once were and Zim cringed. "How any earth creature can consume such hideous beverages is beyond me." He carried the soda across the store, peering down its few aisles. He spotted a lone can sitting on an empty, stained shelf labeled "New England Clam Chowder".
"'Clam'? What is this 'clam'?" Zim pursed his brows in thought, then shrugged. "Well, whatever it is, it's soup." He picked it up and brought it to the cash register, along with the 6-pack of Poop Cola.
The employee at the register looked down at the items that Zim pushed up on the counter, eyed the strange green customer, then looked back at the items with a bored expression.
Zim glanced at the little girl next to him, becoming aware of the fact that she was looking at him. He forced a smile in hopes that she'd look away, but the little girl just continued to stare mindlessly.
The cashier dragged the soda across the price scanner.
'Beep!'
Zim fished in his pocket for money, trying to ignore the little girl's prodding stare.
The cashier rolled the can of clam chowder across the price scanner, but no beep was to be heard. He grumbled and repeated this process over and over and over...
Zim pulled out a handful of coins and fingered through them, still not quite used to earth's currency.
... And over and over and over...
Zim frowned at the cashier's poor attempts to ring up the can of soup, then turned to the hideous little girl. She blinked slowly, but her eyes never left Zim.
... And over and over and over...
Zim looked away nervously, focusing more on the money in his hand. "Let's see, four... big coins make a dollar..."
... And over and over and over...
Zim felt the little girl's eyes burning into him. He winced and shook all over, unable to take the pressure of being under the scrutiny of the child's eyes any longer. Raising his fists in the air, he screamed, "WHY MUST YOU USE ME AS EYE CANDY, INFERIOR HUMAN STINK?!"
... 'Beep!'
The little girl started to cry. Zim dropped his arms to his sides and looked at her blankly.
The man at the register showed no concern for Zim's sudden outburst or the child's sobs and put the items in a clear plastic bag. He looked at the price shown on the register, then held out his hand. "That'll be $2.75."
Breathing heavily, Zim piled the coins on the counter uncertainly. Before the cashier could count them, Zim snatched the bag off the counter and ran out the door. The little girl sniffled and called after him.
"Wait! I just wanted to say that I like your dress..."
GIR snickered and sprayed some Redi Whip into Dib's open hand. He sucked on the nozzle a few times before tucking the canister into his chest-plate and walking over to where Dib's head was resting. GIR sat down on Zim's pillow gently and pulled a feather out from a hole in the case. He trailed the feather over Dib's lips and watched excitedly as the feverish human subconsciously reached up to brush away the disturbance. The whip cream blotched on Dib's hand was now splattered on his face as well, as Dib awoke abruptly to find out. "What the -?"
GIR laughed hysterically and pointed at Dib's dismayed face. "MARSHMALLOW!"
Zim gagged and dumped the contents of the open can into a pot on the stove. "GAH, what a sick mariney-stench! DisGUSTing 'cuh-LAM'!" He put the heat on high and stirred constantly, impatient with earth's mediocre forms of cooking. Even the convenience of TV dinners and microwave ovens couldn't compare to the speedy heating devices that Irken technology came up with. ... Sure, 1 in every 5 Irkens died from radiation BECAUSE of those speedy heating devices, but at least they had enough time to enjoy some fried chicken before expiring. Mmm... fried chicken...
When Zim was pretty sure the soup was done, he turned off the heat, poured the chowder into a bowl that he didn't know was clean or not, shoved a spoon into his pocket and took the stinky invertebrate-infested meal down the trash bin to his room.
Dib sat up and did his best to lick and wipe away the creamy mess from his jaw, but this action didn't go over well with GIR. The spontaneous robot opened his chest-plate and pulled out the container of Redi Whip. He shook it up and aimed it at Dib menacingly, his eyes glowing red. "PEEPS!"
Not really in the position to defend himself, Dib meekly covered his face with his hands and yelped as he was sprayed and completely covered with whip cream. GIR's serious expression turned to distress when the steady blast of Redi Whip ceased. "Aww, my snow..."
The vertical... sliding... door thingy opened, and in came a flushed and rather insecure looking alien with a steaming bowl of New England Clam Chowder. "They didn't have chicken and st - GIR, WHAT ON IRK.?!"
GIR looked up at Zim and smiled. "Master, you're here! Just in time to go skiing on Dib's greasy head!"
Dib pulled his hands away, revealing the small areas on his face where the wrath of GIR's Redi Whip failed to make contact. He blinked and gave GIR a dirty look.
Zim fought the impulse to hurl the bowl of soup at his annoying SIR unit. "No, GIR, we are NOT going skiing on Dib's head."
"But it's sooo biiig!" GIR climbed up on Dib's slippery shoulder and wrapped his arms around it as a demonstration. Dib scowled and tried to shake GIR away.
Zim snarled, put the bowl of clam chowder on the floor and stomped over to the side of his bed. He wrapped his claw around GIR's antenna and tried to yank him away from Dib's cranium, but the little robot was a lot more powerful than the Irken had originally expected. GIR remained planted to the side of Dib's head despite Zim's vicious rending. "ARGH, GIR, LET... GO!"
Dib howled in pain and cringed as he pulled in the opposite direction. GIR giggled uncontrollably, obviously enjoying the stimulating situation at hand. Zim grunted and pulled harder, pushing his foot up against the edge of his bed for support.
GIR laughed and suddenly let go, sending him and his master falling back on their rears; Zim's landing right in the steaming bowl of clam chowder. He screeched and threw GIR over his shoulder as he jumped up and grabbed his burning behind. GIR smacked against the wall near the doorway, slid down, then ran out of the room, fearing punishment from his enraged master. Dib couldn't help but to laugh at the sight of all these occurrences.
Zim grumbled and rubbed his sore ass, smirking at Dib. "Oh, you think that's funny, Abominable Snowman?"
Dib nodded weakly, still chuckling.
"Well, the sight of you can be found just as humorous."
Dib's giggles faded away as he held out his arms and looked down at the mountain of whip cream in disgust. He glanced up at the Irken and scrunched his face. "You... wouldn't happen to have a bathtub laying around, would you?"
"... A wha? Oh. Um. Maybe." Zim crossed his arms and looked down, unsure if he could trust Dib in his cleansing area.
Dib tilted his head to the side curiously. "Either you do or you don't, Zim... which is it?"
Zim sighed and motioned for Dib to follow him. The blob of cream crawled out of Zim's bed and did so without hesitation, though his gait was a little slow because of his fever. Zim led him out of the room into an elevator that, upon Zim's command, took them to another part of Zim's underground quarters. Dib held his breath and rested his hands on his foamy belly, feeling slightly nauseous because of the ride, but fortunately it was over almost as soon as it had started. The doors to the elevator slid open and revealed a small room that closely resembled a normal bathroom, except for the shapes and colors. Zim walked over to the strange bathtub and turned it on. A thick lime scented and colored substance oozed from the faucet and plopped down on the cold ivory of the tub. Dib raised an eyebrow. 'Kinda reminds me of that one part in the Ghostbusters movie...'
Zim saw the expression on Dib's face and scoffed proudly. "This is what us Irkens bathe in. It's a gelatin-like substance that cleanses and refreshes almost 70% better than your horrible earthly water."
Dib scoffed. "Hey, you think I CHOSE to be born here?"
Zim nodded.
"...?"
"..."
"... Is it safe?" Dib peered into the Jell-O mold cautiously.
"'COURSE it's safe! Would I lead you to believe otherwise?" Zim gave Dib a toothy grin.
Dib thought for a moment. "... Mmmyep."
Zim sat on the edge of the tub, pulled off his glove, and ran his bare claw through the jelly-like substance. He looked up at the human for approval. "See?"
Dib took a deep breath and slowly reached down into the mold...
Ack! Oh the suspense! What's gonna happen now?!
Dib and Zim take a nice bath together and talk and... "stuff" happens... heh heh...
Dib suddenly pulls away, thinking that Zim is trying to trap him or something... and if this happens, tell me if Zim really IS trying to trap him... for whatever reason... heh heh.
Dib reacts to the gelatin just like Zim reacts to water, so Zim smothers Dib in paste... this can be sensual... heh heh...
Damn I'm naughty. Pick one and tell me what you think! I'm gonna try my best to update this story a lot sooner than I have been! Thanks for reading! Puppy CIAO!
- SwEeTiNsAnItY