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Zim the Homicidal Maniac, ch 2
By GothicAngel
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Zim left the kitchen and continued on his way down to the lab to clean out the gash on his hand, leaving Gir to clean up his mess in the kitchen; even though Gir never cleaned up anything.
Zim sighed and took the elevator down to his lair. He didn't use the trashcan anymore; simply for the fact that he had grown while he was on Earth, and had outgrown it. He now used one of the entrances that his old Robot-Parents used to go in to charge during the night.
He had destroyed and stripped his parent decoys of all their mechanical parts about a year back. They had started malfunctioning very terribly. So, using the pieces, he managed to build Gir a very nice little gumball machine. Of course, it had nothing in it at the moment; but Gir would go to the store and buy little toys and candy to go in it.
The elevator reached the lab, which was on the bottom level, about seven stories down. The doors opened and Zim stepped out. He sighed as he saw the broken monitors, and glanced down at his hand. He didn't want to remember what had happened last night, but it was almost permanently engraved in his mind.
He stepped past the mess of broken glass and bent metal, and walked over to the far wall on the right. He always kept a first-aid kit there on the wall, just for occasions like this.
Zim reached out with his good hand, and took the kit off the wall. He walked over to his computer and sat down in the chair.
Snapping open the first-aid kit, he took out some kind of liquid that had Irken writing on it. It was probably a substance used to clean out wounds, similar to alcohol. He set the bottled liquid down on a desk next to him with a bunch of papers scattered about everywhere. Zim then reached in and pulled out a bandage. Not a band-aid, a bandage, to wrap around his hand.
Zim reached into his pod and pulled out a cotton ball. He grabbed the bottle of liquid off the desk and unscrewed it. He put the cotton ball on top of the bottle, and quickly turned it upside down and then back again.
He gritted his teeth in pain as he applied the soaked cotton ball to the open gash on his hand. He did this a few more times, and then wrapped the bandage around it. Securing it with some sort of Irken device, Zim put everything back into the first-aid kit, except the cotton ball that was used; that was thrown in the trash. Then set the kit on his desk.
Several hours passed. It was now about 10:00 pm. Zim had spent most of the time thinking about last night, and about if maybe the Tallest were lying to him or not. He had also had time to take a nap for a few hours.
He sighed and leaned back in his chair, sliding down a bit. He decided he would go ahead tell the computer to fix the broken monitors.
Sitting up in his chair, he reached forward with his left hand, which happened to be his non-wounded hand, and typed in a password.
"Access Denied," the computer said, as big red letters popped up on the screen.
"What?" Zim asked himself. He typed the password in again, same thing.
"Access Denied."
Zim's eye twitched in frustration, and his antenna lowered. He couldn't figure out why the computer wasn't letting him in. He tried the password again.
"Access Denied," the big letters glowed on the computers large screen.
Zim was about to explode, but then he thought of something. What if Gir had changed it? That's probably what had happened.
'That stupid robot,' Zim thought to himself silently, 'if he's the reason why this computer isn't working-' Zim was cut short as he heard a loud, high-pitched squeal come from behind him. He jumped and looked back. There was Gir, standing there, holding a little stuffed pig. He had a ridiculous smile on his face, with his tongue sticking out.
Turning all the way around to face Gir, Zim put his hands on his hips and yelled, "Gir! Why isn't the computer working?! What did you do?!"
Gir just stood there for a minute, putting a finger to his mouth. Then he shrugged his shoulders.
"Don't you shrug your shoulders at me!" Zim snapped. Then added, "The password, Gir! Why won't it let me in?!"
"Oh....." Gir said, "Piggy said that your password was stupid. He said we should change it!" Gir said, smiling even wider.
Zim slapped his forehead, "SO WHAT'S THE PASSWORD NOW?!!" he yelled at Gir.
Gir walked up to the keyboard and typed the letters 'P I G G Y,' and then walked away to the elevator.
"Welcome," the computer greeted, "Notification to INVADER ZIM, the monitor systems are down. Would you like to start the repairs?"
A box popped up on the screen that said, 'Fix monitors? Yes. No.' Zim clicked 'yes,' and another box popped up. This one said, 'Would you like to start repairs: Now or Later?' Zim clicked 'now.'
"Estimated repair time," the computer stated, "26 hours, 5 minutes, and 44 seconds."
'Well this will take a while,' Zim thought to himself, 'I guess I'll take a walk....'
He reached into his pod and pulled out his disguise. Even his disguise had changed over the years. The hair had grown, despite it being fake. It now hung down in his face, and was a bit of a mess, since he never bothered to brush it anymore. And his contacts had changed color. Instead of being the purple that they used to be, they had changed to an aqua green, with a tint of blue.
Zim put his disguise on quickly and walked over to the elevator. But before getting in, he reached toward a glass box on the wall, to the right of the elevator, and pulled it open. He reached in and pulled out a long knife. He always carried a knife around with him. It was a habit.
He put the knife in his pod, and pushed a button on the wall. The elevator doors opened and he stepped inside.
When the elevator reached the main floor, Zim stepped out, and yelled to Gir that he was going out for a while. Not bothering to grab a coat, Zim opened the front door, and walked out into the night.
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Well, that's all for now peeps. That wasn't as short as I thought it would be... 0.o;; I need at least 5 to continue. Ok, I leave now... Hee!! Bye bye! Review please! ^_^;;
Zim the Homicidal Maniac, ch 2
By GothicAngel
~~
Zim left the kitchen and continued on his way down to the lab to clean out the gash on his hand, leaving Gir to clean up his mess in the kitchen; even though Gir never cleaned up anything.
Zim sighed and took the elevator down to his lair. He didn't use the trashcan anymore; simply for the fact that he had grown while he was on Earth, and had outgrown it. He now used one of the entrances that his old Robot-Parents used to go in to charge during the night.
He had destroyed and stripped his parent decoys of all their mechanical parts about a year back. They had started malfunctioning very terribly. So, using the pieces, he managed to build Gir a very nice little gumball machine. Of course, it had nothing in it at the moment; but Gir would go to the store and buy little toys and candy to go in it.
The elevator reached the lab, which was on the bottom level, about seven stories down. The doors opened and Zim stepped out. He sighed as he saw the broken monitors, and glanced down at his hand. He didn't want to remember what had happened last night, but it was almost permanently engraved in his mind.
He stepped past the mess of broken glass and bent metal, and walked over to the far wall on the right. He always kept a first-aid kit there on the wall, just for occasions like this.
Zim reached out with his good hand, and took the kit off the wall. He walked over to his computer and sat down in the chair.
Snapping open the first-aid kit, he took out some kind of liquid that had Irken writing on it. It was probably a substance used to clean out wounds, similar to alcohol. He set the bottled liquid down on a desk next to him with a bunch of papers scattered about everywhere. Zim then reached in and pulled out a bandage. Not a band-aid, a bandage, to wrap around his hand.
Zim reached into his pod and pulled out a cotton ball. He grabbed the bottle of liquid off the desk and unscrewed it. He put the cotton ball on top of the bottle, and quickly turned it upside down and then back again.
He gritted his teeth in pain as he applied the soaked cotton ball to the open gash on his hand. He did this a few more times, and then wrapped the bandage around it. Securing it with some sort of Irken device, Zim put everything back into the first-aid kit, except the cotton ball that was used; that was thrown in the trash. Then set the kit on his desk.
Several hours passed. It was now about 10:00 pm. Zim had spent most of the time thinking about last night, and about if maybe the Tallest were lying to him or not. He had also had time to take a nap for a few hours.
He sighed and leaned back in his chair, sliding down a bit. He decided he would go ahead tell the computer to fix the broken monitors.
Sitting up in his chair, he reached forward with his left hand, which happened to be his non-wounded hand, and typed in a password.
"Access Denied," the computer said, as big red letters popped up on the screen.
"What?" Zim asked himself. He typed the password in again, same thing.
"Access Denied."
Zim's eye twitched in frustration, and his antenna lowered. He couldn't figure out why the computer wasn't letting him in. He tried the password again.
"Access Denied," the big letters glowed on the computers large screen.
Zim was about to explode, but then he thought of something. What if Gir had changed it? That's probably what had happened.
'That stupid robot,' Zim thought to himself silently, 'if he's the reason why this computer isn't working-' Zim was cut short as he heard a loud, high-pitched squeal come from behind him. He jumped and looked back. There was Gir, standing there, holding a little stuffed pig. He had a ridiculous smile on his face, with his tongue sticking out.
Turning all the way around to face Gir, Zim put his hands on his hips and yelled, "Gir! Why isn't the computer working?! What did you do?!"
Gir just stood there for a minute, putting a finger to his mouth. Then he shrugged his shoulders.
"Don't you shrug your shoulders at me!" Zim snapped. Then added, "The password, Gir! Why won't it let me in?!"
"Oh....." Gir said, "Piggy said that your password was stupid. He said we should change it!" Gir said, smiling even wider.
Zim slapped his forehead, "SO WHAT'S THE PASSWORD NOW?!!" he yelled at Gir.
Gir walked up to the keyboard and typed the letters 'P I G G Y,' and then walked away to the elevator.
"Welcome," the computer greeted, "Notification to INVADER ZIM, the monitor systems are down. Would you like to start the repairs?"
A box popped up on the screen that said, 'Fix monitors? Yes. No.' Zim clicked 'yes,' and another box popped up. This one said, 'Would you like to start repairs: Now or Later?' Zim clicked 'now.'
"Estimated repair time," the computer stated, "26 hours, 5 minutes, and 44 seconds."
'Well this will take a while,' Zim thought to himself, 'I guess I'll take a walk....'
He reached into his pod and pulled out his disguise. Even his disguise had changed over the years. The hair had grown, despite it being fake. It now hung down in his face, and was a bit of a mess, since he never bothered to brush it anymore. And his contacts had changed color. Instead of being the purple that they used to be, they had changed to an aqua green, with a tint of blue.
Zim put his disguise on quickly and walked over to the elevator. But before getting in, he reached toward a glass box on the wall, to the right of the elevator, and pulled it open. He reached in and pulled out a long knife. He always carried a knife around with him. It was a habit.
He put the knife in his pod, and pushed a button on the wall. The elevator doors opened and he stepped inside.
When the elevator reached the main floor, Zim stepped out, and yelled to Gir that he was going out for a while. Not bothering to grab a coat, Zim opened the front door, and walked out into the night.
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Well, that's all for now peeps. That wasn't as short as I thought it would be... 0.o;; I need at least 5 to continue. Ok, I leave now... Hee!! Bye bye! Review please! ^_^;;