Yes, I am still alive, and I still write stuff. The continuation of this story has been sitting in my writing folder for ages, and I figured I should stop being lazy and get it out there. I'm desperate for love from strangers. That means you HAVE to review this or I will lose my mind and kill you all. Even though I only know your pen names. . . well, forget the killing, I guess.
I really hope Zim seems at least a little IC for this. . . he's tough to write. Um, I will hopefully start more stories soon! Yay and stuff! Okay, I'm gonna shut up now.
firebird
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RING! RING! RING!
Zim turned from the toilet and glared at the phone. He'd been trying to upgrade his defenses all night and kept getting side-tracked. First the Dib-thing trying to break in. Then the horribly insane knife salesman, whose extraordinary powers of selling Zim could not resist. GIR, of course, went running after the salesman, only to get hit by a frightening mutant toddler on a trike. It had taken Zim the better part of an hour to hammer out all the dents, then another two to repair GIR's memory chip and eyepiece (which had a sucker attached to it).
And just as he was trying to get back to work. . . RING! RING!
Zim sighed again and went to pick up the phone. "Yes?"
"Z-zim?" someone on the other end stammered. The voice was almost familiar, but sounded very distraught.
"Who is this?"
"Zim, it's ME."
Zim could have smacked himself. He recognized that tone right away. "Sorry, Gaz. You sound. . . different. Is something. . . not good?"
Zim heard her breath shudder into her lungs, and he could tell that she shook all over. "Yes. I. . . talked to Jok."
"Hmm. . ." Zim whispered, plotting already. He quickly remembered his friend in pain. "I take it that things went bad."
"Horrible. He was so nice. I hate him for that. I wish. . ." she took a deep breath, then spoke in anger. "I wish he would have been really mean so that I could hate him. But instead, I hate him for being nice."
"Eh?" Zim was extraordinarily confused. What could she possibly mean? "What's the difference? Either way, you hate the creeping butt monkey, so-"
"There is a BIG difference, Zim," she snapped, almost sounding like herself again.
"Well, he must be a truly pathetic creature to have done this to you. Worthless meat bag. I will show him what happens when he steps in the path of an Irken Invader. I'll-"
"Zim!" Gaz's demanding voice broke him out of his rant. She sighed, then continued. Zim could have sworn she sounded even worse than before. "Can you just. . . come over? I. . . don't want to be alone." She suddenly became very quiet. "I don't trust myself."
Zim started. He knew what she was implying. Shortly after he had learned of his banishment and Gaz had befriended him, he had accidentally learned about some of her less-than-healthy habits. Her arms were littered with numerous tiny scars, proof of the pain behind her facade. Gaz had always refused to discuss it, but Zim knew that the slightest thing could set her over the edge.
"I'll leave right now. Listen to me, Gaz. Leave your room. Sit downstairs and wait for me to get there. You shall feel the full extent of my wrath if you are still upstairs when I get there. Do you comprehend?"
She sniffed. "Okay."
The line went dead. Zim rushed out the door.
I really hope Zim seems at least a little IC for this. . . he's tough to write. Um, I will hopefully start more stories soon! Yay and stuff! Okay, I'm gonna shut up now.
firebird
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RING! RING! RING!
Zim turned from the toilet and glared at the phone. He'd been trying to upgrade his defenses all night and kept getting side-tracked. First the Dib-thing trying to break in. Then the horribly insane knife salesman, whose extraordinary powers of selling Zim could not resist. GIR, of course, went running after the salesman, only to get hit by a frightening mutant toddler on a trike. It had taken Zim the better part of an hour to hammer out all the dents, then another two to repair GIR's memory chip and eyepiece (which had a sucker attached to it).
And just as he was trying to get back to work. . . RING! RING!
Zim sighed again and went to pick up the phone. "Yes?"
"Z-zim?" someone on the other end stammered. The voice was almost familiar, but sounded very distraught.
"Who is this?"
"Zim, it's ME."
Zim could have smacked himself. He recognized that tone right away. "Sorry, Gaz. You sound. . . different. Is something. . . not good?"
Zim heard her breath shudder into her lungs, and he could tell that she shook all over. "Yes. I. . . talked to Jok."
"Hmm. . ." Zim whispered, plotting already. He quickly remembered his friend in pain. "I take it that things went bad."
"Horrible. He was so nice. I hate him for that. I wish. . ." she took a deep breath, then spoke in anger. "I wish he would have been really mean so that I could hate him. But instead, I hate him for being nice."
"Eh?" Zim was extraordinarily confused. What could she possibly mean? "What's the difference? Either way, you hate the creeping butt monkey, so-"
"There is a BIG difference, Zim," she snapped, almost sounding like herself again.
"Well, he must be a truly pathetic creature to have done this to you. Worthless meat bag. I will show him what happens when he steps in the path of an Irken Invader. I'll-"
"Zim!" Gaz's demanding voice broke him out of his rant. She sighed, then continued. Zim could have sworn she sounded even worse than before. "Can you just. . . come over? I. . . don't want to be alone." She suddenly became very quiet. "I don't trust myself."
Zim started. He knew what she was implying. Shortly after he had learned of his banishment and Gaz had befriended him, he had accidentally learned about some of her less-than-healthy habits. Her arms were littered with numerous tiny scars, proof of the pain behind her facade. Gaz had always refused to discuss it, but Zim knew that the slightest thing could set her over the edge.
"I'll leave right now. Listen to me, Gaz. Leave your room. Sit downstairs and wait for me to get there. You shall feel the full extent of my wrath if you are still upstairs when I get there. Do you comprehend?"
She sniffed. "Okay."
The line went dead. Zim rushed out the door.