I said timely updates, and lo and behold, here they are! I've decided
length will depend on my finding a good cutoff point within the story.
Here's the next installment of Zim's poor doomishness.
You all know I don't own anything... why do you even ask?!
BEGIN YOUR READENING!
Gir sat at the base of the stairs, recovering from the dizziness he received from his tumble when Zim, zapped of strength, shakily made his way down, gripping for the wall the entire way.
Finally, with a quick shaking of the head, Gir had recovered and looked up the stairs at the boy whose face was drained of any and all color.
"You look like a ghost!" he squeaked innocently as Zim failed to support himself for the last few steps and bumped into a sitting position at the base.
"Gir," Zim said, his voice doing nothing to hide his tension. "Do I look human to you?"
"I don't know who you are!" he screeched, making extra emphasis on the ending. A few moments of silence passed for Zim, as Gir stood and looked him over like a new play thing. Eventually, the undisguised robot latched onto his leg, making an aah sound.
"Dib!" Zim shrieked suddenly. "It must be His fault! Everything is his fault anyway! That's it. I'll just go to Dib and threaten him within an inch of his puny earth slug life if he doesn't undo whatever it is that he's done to me!" Zim remembered running out of his base, almost momentarily thinking to don his disguise. That really didn't help his current mindset...
"ZIM!" Dib shrieked for the third time since Zim had apparently zoned out. The would-be alien shook his head, as well as his thoughts, before staring at the boy in front of him.
"I can't live like this." He stated before once again losing the ability to stand and plopping down on the grass outside the skool where he met Dib; his nemesis had been in the process of going home. Dib didn't really know how to react to this. Zim really looked like he could burst into tears, or rip someone's head off at any moment, so the big-headed boy decided to proceed with caution.
"Zim," Dib began, not abandoning his standing position, "I didn't do this and I really don't know what to do... so I'm going home. Bye!" Dib, who had been easing slowly in the direction of his house, suddenly bolted down the street, hoping Zim wouldn't follow him. Sure this was something that really perked his curiosity, but Dib wasn't a people person, nor did he want to be around anyone that freaked out. He'd wait till Zim calmed down before he tried to do anything to help.
Help. That word stuck in his mind. Had Zim come to him for help? Dib shook his head.
"That's not like him" Dib stated while slowing his gait. "He must really have lost it." This was when that part of Dib's mind that he really didn't like started acting up again. 'What would it be like if I somehow ended up as an alien? Would I act like that? Would I go to Zim for help?'
"Nope!" the boy assured himself out loud, with a happy little smirk on his face. "Earth wins!" Dib said gleefully as he picked up his pace, wanting to get home and mull over what he should do about the current situation.
Zim, on the other hand, was still sitting where he had been left. Part of him didn't even recognize that Dib had gone. Part of him hadn't even acknowledged Dib ever being there. Part of him really wanted to snap out of it. This part eventually won over as Zim's thoughts became less focused on that scared boy that had been staring back at him when he looked in the mirror and more aware of the grass carpet he now found himself sitting on.
Zim blinked and looked around. He was at the skool. Hadn't Dib just been there? Yes. Had he just run off? Yes. Zim stood angrily and huffed as he made his hands into fists and stamped the ground irritably.
"Hey Zim, is that you?" he heard someone question. He trained his vision up to see a handful of his classmates standing nearby.
"Yeah, it's me alright." He stated through gritted teeth while staring darkly at the procession of children. He may have just spontaneously become human, but that's no reason he has to be forced to come to terms with it this early.
"Wow! The green kid's not green anymore!" stated a particularly slow one.
"And he's gots a nose and ears now!" came another.
Zim, at this point, had ceased his listening and begun walking away. It didn't matter that the children were still directing statements his way, they had a short attention span anyway.
"Yeah, but he's still weird though..." a popular one spoke.
"Uhuh..." and with that, Zim was out of their conversations and able to ponder things now that his mind was clearing.
'What am I going to do? If I could get the base to recognize me, I could have this thing cleared up in a couple of hours and be able to finish that earthquake maker by the weekend, but no... Ever since that one time when Dib tried to trick my computer into thinking it was okay if he came in, I told it to disregard any humans no matter what they said. I'm starting to regret that.' Zim had been walking the outside of the gate encircling the playground for a while now, and suddenly had his thoughts interrupted by a horrendously familiar laugh that, for some reason, he couldn't place right off.
Zim snapped his mind away from his ponderings and scanned the area for the laughter's source.
"Heey... who's there?" he snapped, which brought a halt to the laughter.
"Who's theeere?" he reiterated after a few moments of silence. A slight rustling in a nearby tree and a squirrel plopped out from the thickly branches, twitching energetically on the ground.
"Stooopid..." Zim glared, "laughing squirrels." Either human brains weren't as logical as Irken ones, or Zim was really having trouble focusing, because he walked on and away from the child torturing facility and on towards... where was he going again?
He could threaten Dib to use Membrane's labs if he was desperate. It all came down to pride. During the whole bologna incident, it had been a bit different. He hadn't yielded, because he and Dib had both been afflicted, but this time it was just him.
'Dib won't help me.' Zim thought. 'I'm his enemy. He has no reason to.'
"But he can't resist if I threaten him with bodily harm" Zim chuckled.
'Dib Will be helping me whether he likes it or not.' Zim now had a destination, though the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere and rot away. This is precisely why he didn't.
Not thinking about it made him think about that other it he had been avoiding. 'I'm a human,' Zim thought, thoroughly disgusting himself. 'What does that mean... that I'm human? I don't feel any different. That's good. If I did feel different, I'd probably still be back at my base using these, what are they called, vocal cords? Wait, no I wouldn't, because human or not, I am Zim and I am still amazing, though maybe not as amazing as before, but that doesn't matter because I won't be like this for long.' Zim's defiant smirk began to fade as paranoia and pessimism consumed his thoughts.
"What if there is no cure for this human condition? What if I'm stuck like this? What if I'm never able to finish that smart bomb?!" Zim paused. Maybe it's better to think about groveling to the Dib...
END OF DOOM
I know not why it's an end of doom, but whatever... any guesses on who's the evil culprit yet? I need calm down a bit at Deviantart. Ever since I got an account there, I've been stressing my eyes like crazy. It's a funny thing though... and you can laugh... about the fact that I misspelled my nick there. Lizz733 instead of lizzy!! LAUGH NOW!! Now, be kind enough to review... or not... Trying for weekly updates! If I slack, just doom me in some fashion and I should get back on track. Bye!
The Moose says, "Stare at my hooves..."
You all know I don't own anything... why do you even ask?!
BEGIN YOUR READENING!
Gir sat at the base of the stairs, recovering from the dizziness he received from his tumble when Zim, zapped of strength, shakily made his way down, gripping for the wall the entire way.
Finally, with a quick shaking of the head, Gir had recovered and looked up the stairs at the boy whose face was drained of any and all color.
"You look like a ghost!" he squeaked innocently as Zim failed to support himself for the last few steps and bumped into a sitting position at the base.
"Gir," Zim said, his voice doing nothing to hide his tension. "Do I look human to you?"
"I don't know who you are!" he screeched, making extra emphasis on the ending. A few moments of silence passed for Zim, as Gir stood and looked him over like a new play thing. Eventually, the undisguised robot latched onto his leg, making an aah sound.
"Dib!" Zim shrieked suddenly. "It must be His fault! Everything is his fault anyway! That's it. I'll just go to Dib and threaten him within an inch of his puny earth slug life if he doesn't undo whatever it is that he's done to me!" Zim remembered running out of his base, almost momentarily thinking to don his disguise. That really didn't help his current mindset...
"ZIM!" Dib shrieked for the third time since Zim had apparently zoned out. The would-be alien shook his head, as well as his thoughts, before staring at the boy in front of him.
"I can't live like this." He stated before once again losing the ability to stand and plopping down on the grass outside the skool where he met Dib; his nemesis had been in the process of going home. Dib didn't really know how to react to this. Zim really looked like he could burst into tears, or rip someone's head off at any moment, so the big-headed boy decided to proceed with caution.
"Zim," Dib began, not abandoning his standing position, "I didn't do this and I really don't know what to do... so I'm going home. Bye!" Dib, who had been easing slowly in the direction of his house, suddenly bolted down the street, hoping Zim wouldn't follow him. Sure this was something that really perked his curiosity, but Dib wasn't a people person, nor did he want to be around anyone that freaked out. He'd wait till Zim calmed down before he tried to do anything to help.
Help. That word stuck in his mind. Had Zim come to him for help? Dib shook his head.
"That's not like him" Dib stated while slowing his gait. "He must really have lost it." This was when that part of Dib's mind that he really didn't like started acting up again. 'What would it be like if I somehow ended up as an alien? Would I act like that? Would I go to Zim for help?'
"Nope!" the boy assured himself out loud, with a happy little smirk on his face. "Earth wins!" Dib said gleefully as he picked up his pace, wanting to get home and mull over what he should do about the current situation.
Zim, on the other hand, was still sitting where he had been left. Part of him didn't even recognize that Dib had gone. Part of him hadn't even acknowledged Dib ever being there. Part of him really wanted to snap out of it. This part eventually won over as Zim's thoughts became less focused on that scared boy that had been staring back at him when he looked in the mirror and more aware of the grass carpet he now found himself sitting on.
Zim blinked and looked around. He was at the skool. Hadn't Dib just been there? Yes. Had he just run off? Yes. Zim stood angrily and huffed as he made his hands into fists and stamped the ground irritably.
"Hey Zim, is that you?" he heard someone question. He trained his vision up to see a handful of his classmates standing nearby.
"Yeah, it's me alright." He stated through gritted teeth while staring darkly at the procession of children. He may have just spontaneously become human, but that's no reason he has to be forced to come to terms with it this early.
"Wow! The green kid's not green anymore!" stated a particularly slow one.
"And he's gots a nose and ears now!" came another.
Zim, at this point, had ceased his listening and begun walking away. It didn't matter that the children were still directing statements his way, they had a short attention span anyway.
"Yeah, but he's still weird though..." a popular one spoke.
"Uhuh..." and with that, Zim was out of their conversations and able to ponder things now that his mind was clearing.
'What am I going to do? If I could get the base to recognize me, I could have this thing cleared up in a couple of hours and be able to finish that earthquake maker by the weekend, but no... Ever since that one time when Dib tried to trick my computer into thinking it was okay if he came in, I told it to disregard any humans no matter what they said. I'm starting to regret that.' Zim had been walking the outside of the gate encircling the playground for a while now, and suddenly had his thoughts interrupted by a horrendously familiar laugh that, for some reason, he couldn't place right off.
Zim snapped his mind away from his ponderings and scanned the area for the laughter's source.
"Heey... who's there?" he snapped, which brought a halt to the laughter.
"Who's theeere?" he reiterated after a few moments of silence. A slight rustling in a nearby tree and a squirrel plopped out from the thickly branches, twitching energetically on the ground.
"Stooopid..." Zim glared, "laughing squirrels." Either human brains weren't as logical as Irken ones, or Zim was really having trouble focusing, because he walked on and away from the child torturing facility and on towards... where was he going again?
He could threaten Dib to use Membrane's labs if he was desperate. It all came down to pride. During the whole bologna incident, it had been a bit different. He hadn't yielded, because he and Dib had both been afflicted, but this time it was just him.
'Dib won't help me.' Zim thought. 'I'm his enemy. He has no reason to.'
"But he can't resist if I threaten him with bodily harm" Zim chuckled.
'Dib Will be helping me whether he likes it or not.' Zim now had a destination, though the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere and rot away. This is precisely why he didn't.
Not thinking about it made him think about that other it he had been avoiding. 'I'm a human,' Zim thought, thoroughly disgusting himself. 'What does that mean... that I'm human? I don't feel any different. That's good. If I did feel different, I'd probably still be back at my base using these, what are they called, vocal cords? Wait, no I wouldn't, because human or not, I am Zim and I am still amazing, though maybe not as amazing as before, but that doesn't matter because I won't be like this for long.' Zim's defiant smirk began to fade as paranoia and pessimism consumed his thoughts.
"What if there is no cure for this human condition? What if I'm stuck like this? What if I'm never able to finish that smart bomb?!" Zim paused. Maybe it's better to think about groveling to the Dib...
END OF DOOM
I know not why it's an end of doom, but whatever... any guesses on who's the evil culprit yet? I need calm down a bit at Deviantart. Ever since I got an account there, I've been stressing my eyes like crazy. It's a funny thing though... and you can laugh... about the fact that I misspelled my nick there. Lizz733 instead of lizzy!! LAUGH NOW!! Now, be kind enough to review... or not... Trying for weekly updates! If I slack, just doom me in some fashion and I should get back on track. Bye!
The Moose says, "Stare at my hooves..."