New Chapterness... myup...
*STARTING*
With nothing else to do, he retreated into the living room, where Gaz sat on the couch playing her most recent first person shooter game. Zim sat in a chair off to the side, water in hand and watched quietly.
"You're staying the night?" Gaz practically seethed, not ceasing her game play.
"I am."
"Dib!" Gaz exclaimed with a growl, still her game play remained unperturbed.
"What?" he called from upstairs.
"Why is Zim staying here?"
"I could answer that, Gaz..." Zim stated from his seat.
"Alright..." she snapped, pausing her game to turn and glare at him.
"I... kinda don't have anywhere else to go..." Zim's poor ego was really taking a bashing, or at least in his mind it was.
"Why not go home?" She asked, resuming her game.
"I do believe that would end in my incineration."
"Then you should go home." Zim looked at Gaz. She's really spiteful for some reason. Zim continued to sip his fluid beverage and watch Dib's spooky sister play her game, that is until Dib came hopping down the stairs.
"Zim, I just thought of something." Zim quirked an eyebrow while Dib gestured for him to follow back upstairs. With an exhale, he finally did. Upon reaching the top of the stairs and out of earshot of those that would seek to cause them physical harm, Zim was prepared to hear whatever it was Dib was going to say, state a plain no and return downstairs.
"Whatever this thing was that Tak used to make you human... it must have been a little dangerous for her to make without having a cure, incase she infected herself." Zim pondered this for a moment. Dib must have been desperate for help.
"Then again, she might have known that I would seek out any cure she might possess, and destroyed it once I had safely been infected." Zim blinked. "Wait, I'm giving her far too much credit. She probably never made any serums or cures. It was a one way ticket, my one way ticket... to doom."
"How can you be so pessimistic?! You're just letting her win if you sit back and do nothing!"
"She's already won Dib! If you haven't noticed, I'm not happy! That was her goal: to make me as not happy as... humanly... possible!"
"I've stopped you plenty of times Zim, it's not like she's indestructible! If you'd stop with this... thing you're doing, and help me, maybe you'd be able to get her back!"
"How Dib?" Zim stated doubtfully.
"I'll show you!" Dib exclaimed and went running into his room. Zim really didn't want to follow, but did in the long run. From the very second he walked in that room, Zim was creeped out, all those comics, and magazines, and posters, and plastic glow in the dark stars! They were everywhere. Dib was typing away at his little primitive computer, which quickly began cycling a series of photos. Dib turned to Zim and pointed at the screen enthusiastically. As Zim made his way over, the screen changed and a black window popped up. It was apparently monitoring radio waves.
"And this tells me what?" Dib glances at the screen and huffs angrily.
"That's SETI@home... Sorry, it must want to log on."
"What's that?" Zim asked, a little more than confused.
"Nuthin'" Dib stated quickly as he closed the application. "There!"
"Surveillance?"
"Of Tak's base!" Dib exclaimed with delight.
"How many of these surveillance things do you have in My base?" Zim questioned.
"But look at this... camera #32..." Dib clicked a few buttons, causing camera 32's display to go fullscreen.
"See? I dunno about you, but that looks like a biogenetics mark..." You know these things when you're the child of an ingenious scientist.
"That's because it is a biogenetics symbol. It also says Testing Lab over the door."
"How do you know that?"
"Simple! I'm not illiterate!" Dib nods. He didn't know much about freaky Irken languages, and wasn't really keen to find out.
"So are you going to help?" Dib asked expectantly.
"Help you save the earth? I think not, though this does spark my interest..."
"Look Zim, I'm going to break in tonight. Are you coming or not."
Part of him was saying why not, while the other was proclaiming Sleep! Zim really didn't like this difference in opinion, especially in his own brain. It must have been a human flaw. He really wasn't sleepy at the moment. He contemplated, thinking it must be whatever rational side of a brain he had reminding him that humans sleep and that he would need to do that later in order to function properly. He didn't feel tired right now.
"Alright" he said at last. "But not to help you! I am attending only to investigate into this matter further. Don't expect my help in any saboteur thingys you might be planning."
"Okay." Dib got up and opened his closet, pulling out a trench coat from his plethora therein and tossed it at Zim. "Put this on."
"Why?"
"Because it's cold outside and that shirt thing you always wear is kinda loud..."
"It makes no noise!"
"Just come on." Dib began to ponder over what he was doing. Zim would get to see his infiltrating tactics up close. He'd probably end up regretting this in the long run.
A few minutes later, both trench coat clad boys made their way downstairs and passed Gaz, heading out the front door.
"See you in the AM Gaz!" Dib exclaimed as they went by.
"Hopefully not." She never was much of a motivational speaker.
"Where is Tak's base anyway?"
"In a warehouse downtown... near some playground."
"Playground?" Okay, so Zim is at this moment devoid of dignity. Self loathing is at an all time high! "I really hate existence Dib." Zim stated.
"What now?"
'What now?' Zim thought. 'Am I turning into some kinda whiny bitch?! Zim is no whiny bitch!' The look of determination that suddenly came across Zim's face confused Dib greatly, but nevertheless, he had decided that what ever it was, it would be best not to ask.
*ENDING*
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*STARTING*
With nothing else to do, he retreated into the living room, where Gaz sat on the couch playing her most recent first person shooter game. Zim sat in a chair off to the side, water in hand and watched quietly.
"You're staying the night?" Gaz practically seethed, not ceasing her game play.
"I am."
"Dib!" Gaz exclaimed with a growl, still her game play remained unperturbed.
"What?" he called from upstairs.
"Why is Zim staying here?"
"I could answer that, Gaz..." Zim stated from his seat.
"Alright..." she snapped, pausing her game to turn and glare at him.
"I... kinda don't have anywhere else to go..." Zim's poor ego was really taking a bashing, or at least in his mind it was.
"Why not go home?" She asked, resuming her game.
"I do believe that would end in my incineration."
"Then you should go home." Zim looked at Gaz. She's really spiteful for some reason. Zim continued to sip his fluid beverage and watch Dib's spooky sister play her game, that is until Dib came hopping down the stairs.
"Zim, I just thought of something." Zim quirked an eyebrow while Dib gestured for him to follow back upstairs. With an exhale, he finally did. Upon reaching the top of the stairs and out of earshot of those that would seek to cause them physical harm, Zim was prepared to hear whatever it was Dib was going to say, state a plain no and return downstairs.
"Whatever this thing was that Tak used to make you human... it must have been a little dangerous for her to make without having a cure, incase she infected herself." Zim pondered this for a moment. Dib must have been desperate for help.
"Then again, she might have known that I would seek out any cure she might possess, and destroyed it once I had safely been infected." Zim blinked. "Wait, I'm giving her far too much credit. She probably never made any serums or cures. It was a one way ticket, my one way ticket... to doom."
"How can you be so pessimistic?! You're just letting her win if you sit back and do nothing!"
"She's already won Dib! If you haven't noticed, I'm not happy! That was her goal: to make me as not happy as... humanly... possible!"
"I've stopped you plenty of times Zim, it's not like she's indestructible! If you'd stop with this... thing you're doing, and help me, maybe you'd be able to get her back!"
"How Dib?" Zim stated doubtfully.
"I'll show you!" Dib exclaimed and went running into his room. Zim really didn't want to follow, but did in the long run. From the very second he walked in that room, Zim was creeped out, all those comics, and magazines, and posters, and plastic glow in the dark stars! They were everywhere. Dib was typing away at his little primitive computer, which quickly began cycling a series of photos. Dib turned to Zim and pointed at the screen enthusiastically. As Zim made his way over, the screen changed and a black window popped up. It was apparently monitoring radio waves.
"And this tells me what?" Dib glances at the screen and huffs angrily.
"That's SETI@home... Sorry, it must want to log on."
"What's that?" Zim asked, a little more than confused.
"Nuthin'" Dib stated quickly as he closed the application. "There!"
"Surveillance?"
"Of Tak's base!" Dib exclaimed with delight.
"How many of these surveillance things do you have in My base?" Zim questioned.
"But look at this... camera #32..." Dib clicked a few buttons, causing camera 32's display to go fullscreen.
"See? I dunno about you, but that looks like a biogenetics mark..." You know these things when you're the child of an ingenious scientist.
"That's because it is a biogenetics symbol. It also says Testing Lab over the door."
"How do you know that?"
"Simple! I'm not illiterate!" Dib nods. He didn't know much about freaky Irken languages, and wasn't really keen to find out.
"So are you going to help?" Dib asked expectantly.
"Help you save the earth? I think not, though this does spark my interest..."
"Look Zim, I'm going to break in tonight. Are you coming or not."
Part of him was saying why not, while the other was proclaiming Sleep! Zim really didn't like this difference in opinion, especially in his own brain. It must have been a human flaw. He really wasn't sleepy at the moment. He contemplated, thinking it must be whatever rational side of a brain he had reminding him that humans sleep and that he would need to do that later in order to function properly. He didn't feel tired right now.
"Alright" he said at last. "But not to help you! I am attending only to investigate into this matter further. Don't expect my help in any saboteur thingys you might be planning."
"Okay." Dib got up and opened his closet, pulling out a trench coat from his plethora therein and tossed it at Zim. "Put this on."
"Why?"
"Because it's cold outside and that shirt thing you always wear is kinda loud..."
"It makes no noise!"
"Just come on." Dib began to ponder over what he was doing. Zim would get to see his infiltrating tactics up close. He'd probably end up regretting this in the long run.
A few minutes later, both trench coat clad boys made their way downstairs and passed Gaz, heading out the front door.
"See you in the AM Gaz!" Dib exclaimed as they went by.
"Hopefully not." She never was much of a motivational speaker.
"Where is Tak's base anyway?"
"In a warehouse downtown... near some playground."
"Playground?" Okay, so Zim is at this moment devoid of dignity. Self loathing is at an all time high! "I really hate existence Dib." Zim stated.
"What now?"
'What now?' Zim thought. 'Am I turning into some kinda whiny bitch?! Zim is no whiny bitch!' The look of determination that suddenly came across Zim's face confused Dib greatly, but nevertheless, he had decided that what ever it was, it would be best not to ask.
*ENDING*
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