What? No intro?
*BEGINNING OF STORY!!*
Zim exhaled darkly. So far his life as a human had been an unpleasant experience. He had been emotionally distraught, shot at, exhausted, humiliated, wounded, wounded again, kicked out of his own house, and who knew what horrors awaited him at the taco place. It could have been worse. Gir could have demanded pizza.
"Yep, I sure would like me some death!" Zim said in a mockingly happy tone. On the way to this place, his stomach had growled and Gir had made a startling exclamation that he was hungry, so here Zim sat... with a taco out in front of him.
"It's so... greasy" he stated nervously.
"It's good!" Gir exclaimed while choking down one of his own. Zim had been having good luck with the 'don't think about it' philosophy, so he went with that. It wasn't that bad... though he'd rather be drinking water. It had this curious effect on him... making him thirsty.
After finishing their meal, which took a startlingly long time, seeing as Gir needed much of this food, Zim was once again struck with the question of where to go. He decided meandering was the best bet, though he really wanted to be at home right now. Zim didn't think the gnomes would be so passive if he were to go back.
A long quiet walk, with Gir innocently tugging against him the entire time was Zim's chance to clear his mind. This was something strange to him. Irken's minds are never blank. Even when taking a quarterly nap, they could still process and plot the many questions that were left unanswered when they began their rest. After much walking, Zim had found himself passing a playground and the mere sight of it was enough for Gir to squee with some assimilated joy.
Allowing Gir off his lead, Zim walked over to a merry-go-round (one of those little run around ones.. you know the type..) and simply laid back in the center of it. It was now twilight and there was a large moon hanging overhead. There were only a few stars though, as clouds spanned most of the sky. Zim simply stared at the increasingly dark scene.
He was beginning to enjoy this mind quieting thing, really wishing he had the skill back when he was traveling to earth. But humans don't travel in space. Zim stared at the globules of light.
"Kiss that life goodbye Zim" he said, talking to himself. "The only space traveling you'll be doing is in the cargo case of a transport ship." He was shaken from his musings when the merry-go-round moved... quickly... Zim grabbed hold of a pole to keep himself from sliding off the old contraption.
Gir then joined him for the ride. Zim stared at the robot until the piece of playground equipment finally ceased its motion.
"What was the purpose of that?" Zim asked sharply.
"To make like we're dizzy and see the stars move." Zim eyed the supposed dog, who for a moment became increasingly agitated. Zim quirked a brow.
"Master don' like if I stay out late and I gotsta go home now so byesies!" Gir hopped off the contraption and giggled as he ran into the prevailing night. Zim blinked and stared after him.
Zim knew there really was no use in stopping him. The only ones that knew he was the alien Zim were Tak and Dib. Tak, being the bitch and Dib, being the ... well, other bitch... but not as bad as Tak was. Zim knew to go to his house would mean incineration on the doorstep, likewise to go to Dib's would mean giving in. He still wouldn't help Dib, or at least not make it evident... but he couldn't stay here all night. Zim swallowed what little pride he had left and wondered how to maintain his dignity on this one.
An hour later found him in front of Dib's house and he stared at the door as he remembered doing once before when he wanted to use Dib's scope. He had been rejected then. Zim paused and rang the doorbell. He waited. The door to the house swung open to reveal Dib's sister, glaring in that way she always does.
"What do you want Zim?" she asked rashly. She hadn't seen him as a human yet, but it seemed to phase her no less than with anything else.
"To..."
"Gaz! Is that Zim?" he heard from within the house and then witnessed Dib running down the stairs. Gaz stood unmoving for a moment before retreating from the door to go back to whatever it was she had been doing.
"Zim, where have you been?" Dib asked, as if he was supposed to have been somewhere important.
"Home... and other places..." he stated blandly, making his entrance. "Which, as you can probably already guess, is why I'm here."
Zim walked past Dib and made his way into the kitchen, obviously looking for something.
"What are you looking for?" Dib questioned, following him in.
"Water..." Zim paused. "I need sustenance!" he exclaimed. "Oh why are your human bodies so pathetic?! I could go months without food, now I can't seem to go ten minutes." Dib noted that Zim still wasn't taking this well.
"Uhm... we have pizza!" Dib said.
"My pizza?" Gaz asked from her place in the living room.
"Maybe we don't have pizza..." Dib changed.
"... look, Zim, it's a good thing you showed up, because I've been working out this plan and..."
"I already told you I'm not helping" Zim said, not only breaking Dib's line of thought, but also bringing down any jovial façade he had been hiding behind.
"What do you mean didn't come to help? Then what are you doing here?!"
"Foolish Dib, even I know that humans operate on a 25 hour cycle (tis true) and need to spend at least 8 of those hours in a state of unconsciousness!"
"Get out!" Dib snapped.
"But I don't have anywhere else to go..." Zim stated, saying what he had hoped to avoid. There went pride... and self respect... Zim was practically loathing himself right now... Dib almost dropped his jaw. Zim was... pathetic. He never thought he'd see his enemy like this.
Zim waited for a response as Dib clenched his teeth and glared. "Only tonight, then you'll have to find some other place to stay. I don't want any once alien thingys living in my house!" Zim blinked... so did Dib. He hadn't realized how harsh that must be. Zim sighed and went back to his looking.
"Glasses are in the first cabinet, water's in the faucet." Dib stated blandly as he left the room. Zim quirked a brow and got his water, taking a long sip of the clear fluid.
*ENDING*
Ooh.. I think we're almost to the part where I stopped on that first day of writing... As always.. I'm a poor artist and have no ownership of these characters... moose ... r/r or something.. yeah...
*BEGINNING OF STORY!!*
Zim exhaled darkly. So far his life as a human had been an unpleasant experience. He had been emotionally distraught, shot at, exhausted, humiliated, wounded, wounded again, kicked out of his own house, and who knew what horrors awaited him at the taco place. It could have been worse. Gir could have demanded pizza.
"Yep, I sure would like me some death!" Zim said in a mockingly happy tone. On the way to this place, his stomach had growled and Gir had made a startling exclamation that he was hungry, so here Zim sat... with a taco out in front of him.
"It's so... greasy" he stated nervously.
"It's good!" Gir exclaimed while choking down one of his own. Zim had been having good luck with the 'don't think about it' philosophy, so he went with that. It wasn't that bad... though he'd rather be drinking water. It had this curious effect on him... making him thirsty.
After finishing their meal, which took a startlingly long time, seeing as Gir needed much of this food, Zim was once again struck with the question of where to go. He decided meandering was the best bet, though he really wanted to be at home right now. Zim didn't think the gnomes would be so passive if he were to go back.
A long quiet walk, with Gir innocently tugging against him the entire time was Zim's chance to clear his mind. This was something strange to him. Irken's minds are never blank. Even when taking a quarterly nap, they could still process and plot the many questions that were left unanswered when they began their rest. After much walking, Zim had found himself passing a playground and the mere sight of it was enough for Gir to squee with some assimilated joy.
Allowing Gir off his lead, Zim walked over to a merry-go-round (one of those little run around ones.. you know the type..) and simply laid back in the center of it. It was now twilight and there was a large moon hanging overhead. There were only a few stars though, as clouds spanned most of the sky. Zim simply stared at the increasingly dark scene.
He was beginning to enjoy this mind quieting thing, really wishing he had the skill back when he was traveling to earth. But humans don't travel in space. Zim stared at the globules of light.
"Kiss that life goodbye Zim" he said, talking to himself. "The only space traveling you'll be doing is in the cargo case of a transport ship." He was shaken from his musings when the merry-go-round moved... quickly... Zim grabbed hold of a pole to keep himself from sliding off the old contraption.
Gir then joined him for the ride. Zim stared at the robot until the piece of playground equipment finally ceased its motion.
"What was the purpose of that?" Zim asked sharply.
"To make like we're dizzy and see the stars move." Zim eyed the supposed dog, who for a moment became increasingly agitated. Zim quirked a brow.
"Master don' like if I stay out late and I gotsta go home now so byesies!" Gir hopped off the contraption and giggled as he ran into the prevailing night. Zim blinked and stared after him.
Zim knew there really was no use in stopping him. The only ones that knew he was the alien Zim were Tak and Dib. Tak, being the bitch and Dib, being the ... well, other bitch... but not as bad as Tak was. Zim knew to go to his house would mean incineration on the doorstep, likewise to go to Dib's would mean giving in. He still wouldn't help Dib, or at least not make it evident... but he couldn't stay here all night. Zim swallowed what little pride he had left and wondered how to maintain his dignity on this one.
An hour later found him in front of Dib's house and he stared at the door as he remembered doing once before when he wanted to use Dib's scope. He had been rejected then. Zim paused and rang the doorbell. He waited. The door to the house swung open to reveal Dib's sister, glaring in that way she always does.
"What do you want Zim?" she asked rashly. She hadn't seen him as a human yet, but it seemed to phase her no less than with anything else.
"To..."
"Gaz! Is that Zim?" he heard from within the house and then witnessed Dib running down the stairs. Gaz stood unmoving for a moment before retreating from the door to go back to whatever it was she had been doing.
"Zim, where have you been?" Dib asked, as if he was supposed to have been somewhere important.
"Home... and other places..." he stated blandly, making his entrance. "Which, as you can probably already guess, is why I'm here."
Zim walked past Dib and made his way into the kitchen, obviously looking for something.
"What are you looking for?" Dib questioned, following him in.
"Water..." Zim paused. "I need sustenance!" he exclaimed. "Oh why are your human bodies so pathetic?! I could go months without food, now I can't seem to go ten minutes." Dib noted that Zim still wasn't taking this well.
"Uhm... we have pizza!" Dib said.
"My pizza?" Gaz asked from her place in the living room.
"Maybe we don't have pizza..." Dib changed.
"... look, Zim, it's a good thing you showed up, because I've been working out this plan and..."
"I already told you I'm not helping" Zim said, not only breaking Dib's line of thought, but also bringing down any jovial façade he had been hiding behind.
"What do you mean didn't come to help? Then what are you doing here?!"
"Foolish Dib, even I know that humans operate on a 25 hour cycle (tis true) and need to spend at least 8 of those hours in a state of unconsciousness!"
"Get out!" Dib snapped.
"But I don't have anywhere else to go..." Zim stated, saying what he had hoped to avoid. There went pride... and self respect... Zim was practically loathing himself right now... Dib almost dropped his jaw. Zim was... pathetic. He never thought he'd see his enemy like this.
Zim waited for a response as Dib clenched his teeth and glared. "Only tonight, then you'll have to find some other place to stay. I don't want any once alien thingys living in my house!" Zim blinked... so did Dib. He hadn't realized how harsh that must be. Zim sighed and went back to his looking.
"Glasses are in the first cabinet, water's in the faucet." Dib stated blandly as he left the room. Zim quirked a brow and got his water, taking a long sip of the clear fluid.
*ENDING*
Ooh.. I think we're almost to the part where I stopped on that first day of writing... As always.. I'm a poor artist and have no ownership of these characters... moose ... r/r or something.. yeah...