Whoo, I finally got this posted! I'm sorry this took so long, but I made my
confirmation this week so I didn't have much free time. Um, so you don't
think that this is too odd, Nian and Dib are teens in this story. Not too
drastic of a change from the show, just like two or three years older okay?
Well, please enjoy chapter 5!
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Dib gazed wistfully at the bone white moon, then back at his alarm clock. "1:32? Augh...." Tonight seemed like it would never end.
Dib was up with insomnia. He hadn't even bothered to change out of his street clothes because he knew he wasn't going to bed anytime soon. The neighborhood was dead silent, an odd occurrence.
He wondered what Nian was dreaming about right now. He hoped her dreams were sweet. That was unlikely, however. The guest room was filled with rather unpleasant pictures and disturbing statues. Gaz had just redecorated it for her.
'A little visit...' Dib wondered when they were going to Zim's base. Nian was sleeping with the knives under her pillow. She seemed skilled with the blade, maybe her cousin had taught her. 'How could Nian say that guy reminded her of me?!' Dib shivered as he tried to push out the gruesome stories Nian had clouded his thoughts with.
"Speaking of Nian, I think I'll go check on her..." Dib whispered.
Oo~ * ~oO
Dib tiptoed down the gloomy hallway. He didn't want to risk waking Gaz and facing her wrath. Finally he reached the guest room.
Dib slowly turned the crystal knob. The door creaked open and Dib glided in. The fact that the room now had a black shag rug scared him a bit...since it was rose yesterday.
"Hnn..." whimpered Nian.
Dib saw the powder blue sheets shift. 'Aw...she's having nightmares' Dib thought sadly. He sighed and leaned against the edge of the nightstand.
Maybe she'll rest easier if I sing her a lullaby...
Dib softly hummed a dreamy tune his mom used to sing to him. He wished he remembered the words. Actually, he would be happy just to remember his mother. When the haunting piece was finished, Nian was far away from the real world. 'She looks almost happy...is that a little smile on her face?'
"Goodnight Nian..." Dib whispered.
He leaned close to her face. He was about to give Nian a peck on the cheek when her eyes shot open. On a reflex she punched him right in the chest.
He opened his eyes and Nian was slipping on her knee high boots on the opposite side of the room. Nian had slept in her clothes, just in case anything happened, so they were almost ready to go.
As they sped around, making sure they had every piece of alien-catching equipment in the house, Zim slept uneasily.
He gasped and sat up. Sweat was dripping down his face as he let out a small whimper.
"That Nian thing, she's back..." Zim made some pukey noises as he remembered his dream.
Nian was crying, while he just stood there, looking concerned. Whenever an Irken soldier was in this much pain, they were...released from it. Zim handed her a ray gun from his power pack and she placed it to her head. Zim chuckled right before she pulled the trigger. Suddenly, this beautiful song started coming from nowhere and it all dissolved, except for Zim. He was left in a void. Which, to his horror, turned into a fluffy pink land of...preppy cartoons! After this happened he was attacked by a plague of disgustingly cute...thingies.
"Computer! Locate the human known as Nian!" Zim shouted into the speaker closest to him. The computer beeped and clicked for a few seconds, then reported it's findings.
"Nian is within two blocks of the base and still approaching." The machine droned.
"Closer?! Is she alone? Are there any police humans with her?!..." Zim looked around, then attempted to save his last fragments of dignity "...Not that they scare me...but, Zim must know!" Zim did an odd little pose and waited eagerly.
"One male...adolescent..." computer stated, sounding very unsure.
"Do we know this human?" Zim was very worried by now.
"Yes, subject is the Dib human!"
Zim's eyes grew wide, then narrowed into venomous slits.
"Subjects...one block away," the computer reported, but Zim had already ran out off the room. He would be ready for his guests....
*~*~*~*~*~* Next chapter might have some blood in it, would that be considered R material? I hope not... Please review so I know people are still reading this thing! Thank you muchly! ^.^
Note to all the stupids: I do not own Zim, Squee JtHM or any other great work by Mr.Vasquez. I wish I did, that'd be so cool...*snaps back to reality* I do own Nian though, so leave her alone. She doesn't like people, or aliens, or...well the list goes on.
Dib gazed wistfully at the bone white moon, then back at his alarm clock. "1:32? Augh...." Tonight seemed like it would never end.
Dib was up with insomnia. He hadn't even bothered to change out of his street clothes because he knew he wasn't going to bed anytime soon. The neighborhood was dead silent, an odd occurrence.
He wondered what Nian was dreaming about right now. He hoped her dreams were sweet. That was unlikely, however. The guest room was filled with rather unpleasant pictures and disturbing statues. Gaz had just redecorated it for her.
'A little visit...' Dib wondered when they were going to Zim's base. Nian was sleeping with the knives under her pillow. She seemed skilled with the blade, maybe her cousin had taught her. 'How could Nian say that guy reminded her of me?!' Dib shivered as he tried to push out the gruesome stories Nian had clouded his thoughts with.
"Speaking of Nian, I think I'll go check on her..." Dib whispered.
Oo~ * ~oO
Dib tiptoed down the gloomy hallway. He didn't want to risk waking Gaz and facing her wrath. Finally he reached the guest room.
Dib slowly turned the crystal knob. The door creaked open and Dib glided in. The fact that the room now had a black shag rug scared him a bit...since it was rose yesterday.
"Hnn..." whimpered Nian.
Dib saw the powder blue sheets shift. 'Aw...she's having nightmares' Dib thought sadly. He sighed and leaned against the edge of the nightstand.
Maybe she'll rest easier if I sing her a lullaby...
Dib softly hummed a dreamy tune his mom used to sing to him. He wished he remembered the words. Actually, he would be happy just to remember his mother. When the haunting piece was finished, Nian was far away from the real world. 'She looks almost happy...is that a little smile on her face?'
"Goodnight Nian..." Dib whispered.
He leaned close to her face. He was about to give Nian a peck on the cheek when her eyes shot open. On a reflex she punched him right in the chest.
He opened his eyes and Nian was slipping on her knee high boots on the opposite side of the room. Nian had slept in her clothes, just in case anything happened, so they were almost ready to go.
As they sped around, making sure they had every piece of alien-catching equipment in the house, Zim slept uneasily.
He gasped and sat up. Sweat was dripping down his face as he let out a small whimper.
"That Nian thing, she's back..." Zim made some pukey noises as he remembered his dream.
Nian was crying, while he just stood there, looking concerned. Whenever an Irken soldier was in this much pain, they were...released from it. Zim handed her a ray gun from his power pack and she placed it to her head. Zim chuckled right before she pulled the trigger. Suddenly, this beautiful song started coming from nowhere and it all dissolved, except for Zim. He was left in a void. Which, to his horror, turned into a fluffy pink land of...preppy cartoons! After this happened he was attacked by a plague of disgustingly cute...thingies.
"Computer! Locate the human known as Nian!" Zim shouted into the speaker closest to him. The computer beeped and clicked for a few seconds, then reported it's findings.
"Nian is within two blocks of the base and still approaching." The machine droned.
"Closer?! Is she alone? Are there any police humans with her?!..." Zim looked around, then attempted to save his last fragments of dignity "...Not that they scare me...but, Zim must know!" Zim did an odd little pose and waited eagerly.
"One male...adolescent..." computer stated, sounding very unsure.
"Do we know this human?" Zim was very worried by now.
"Yes, subject is the Dib human!"
Zim's eyes grew wide, then narrowed into venomous slits.
"Subjects...one block away," the computer reported, but Zim had already ran out off the room. He would be ready for his guests....
*~*~*~*~*~* Next chapter might have some blood in it, would that be considered R material? I hope not... Please review so I know people are still reading this thing! Thank you muchly! ^.^
Note to all the stupids: I do not own Zim, Squee JtHM or any other great work by Mr.Vasquez. I wish I did, that'd be so cool...*snaps back to reality* I do own Nian though, so leave her alone. She doesn't like people, or aliens, or...well the list goes on.