~ Ok I know its been so long sense I wrote ANYTHING but I must finish this
story for the love of goddess I must!!! ~
Zim squinted hard at her for several moments before he was struck with an epiphany "great galactic gods! I know you!" he pointed in amazement. Maroe raised her head "you do?" Zim nodded "YES! You're the most devious military trainer irk has to offer! When I was in training I had your picture in a frame by my bed! Sometimes at night I would pretend..." Blushing zim stopped himself before he said too much. Maroe stood up and took a step towards him. "But why are you here? And why are you wearing a prisoners choker?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
Maroe looked around before she answered, Zim's little robot sat on the floor poking at a frog. "I've been living in exile for the past 3 years, I was let free in agreement that I would kill you" she choked out. Zim's eyes grew wide. "But who would want to kill me" he said slicking back an antenna in a macho fashion. She rolled her eyes. "Well know that the collar is off they cant find me, please zim you're the closest thing to a friend I have. I need your help please help hide me." She grabbed onto his shoulders and lifted his face so it was level to hers. He could see she was crying.
Zim did not feel comfortable with the thought of a "friend" but he could not let her down, he remembered so long ago how he would have done just about anything to even touch the soul of her boot; and here she was asking for his help. "Very well, I the AMAZING zim shall help you". Maroe wrapped her arms tightly around him with joy. "Oh thank you so much! You are indeed a true friend"
Zim blushed from the compliment but did not allow her to see. "Well I better go to bed, I'll figure out what to do in the morning." He gave a quick wave and left. Maroe sighed and sat down, she pulled a journal out from her bag and began to write.
Dear Diary-
I cant believe I'm going to be free, I never thought it possible, I just hope this zim isn't as stupid as he sometimes seems to be, I'm trusting him with my life. If he succeeds in freeing me, I'm not sure how I shall repay him, he seems to take a fancy in me; maybe I should tell him I like girls. But theirs something about him..who knows maybe I don't just like girls after all.
-Maroe-
~ that's all for now R+R NOW!!!!!! ~
Zim squinted hard at her for several moments before he was struck with an epiphany "great galactic gods! I know you!" he pointed in amazement. Maroe raised her head "you do?" Zim nodded "YES! You're the most devious military trainer irk has to offer! When I was in training I had your picture in a frame by my bed! Sometimes at night I would pretend..." Blushing zim stopped himself before he said too much. Maroe stood up and took a step towards him. "But why are you here? And why are you wearing a prisoners choker?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
Maroe looked around before she answered, Zim's little robot sat on the floor poking at a frog. "I've been living in exile for the past 3 years, I was let free in agreement that I would kill you" she choked out. Zim's eyes grew wide. "But who would want to kill me" he said slicking back an antenna in a macho fashion. She rolled her eyes. "Well know that the collar is off they cant find me, please zim you're the closest thing to a friend I have. I need your help please help hide me." She grabbed onto his shoulders and lifted his face so it was level to hers. He could see she was crying.
Zim did not feel comfortable with the thought of a "friend" but he could not let her down, he remembered so long ago how he would have done just about anything to even touch the soul of her boot; and here she was asking for his help. "Very well, I the AMAZING zim shall help you". Maroe wrapped her arms tightly around him with joy. "Oh thank you so much! You are indeed a true friend"
Zim blushed from the compliment but did not allow her to see. "Well I better go to bed, I'll figure out what to do in the morning." He gave a quick wave and left. Maroe sighed and sat down, she pulled a journal out from her bag and began to write.
Dear Diary-
I cant believe I'm going to be free, I never thought it possible, I just hope this zim isn't as stupid as he sometimes seems to be, I'm trusting him with my life. If he succeeds in freeing me, I'm not sure how I shall repay him, he seems to take a fancy in me; maybe I should tell him I like girls. But theirs something about him..who knows maybe I don't just like girls after all.
-Maroe-
~ that's all for now R+R NOW!!!!!! ~