Here's your update! *Goes off to listen to her new Frontline Assembly cd*
*STUFF STARTS HERE!!*
Zim waited till Dib was out of sight before proceeding. It didn't take long for him to find the location of camera 32. If Dib had spent any time studying the Irken language, he might notice that in Irken facilities, all the areas were coded and marked throughout the structure, just like those fire escape maps. The first thing Zim did was disable lucky #32. Tak could see him on that. Any other cameras in the area were soon to follow.
Zim now abandoned his casual demeanor and quietly hunted the sector for anything that would be useful. Dib was right. Getting Tak back would be much sweeter.
"I'll turn her into a moose..." Zim snarled as he went through the various stations. At one point, Zim came across a few useful gadgets, allowing him to make full use of those jacket pockets. He knew the cure wouldn't be here and he felt that somehow, something was wrong here. Tak was just letting them plunder her base.
Zim knew it had to be a trap, he'd just have to keep his eyes open for the trigger.
Dib had been scouring the base for anything prominent for the past hour, finding nothing.
'The place had to be vacated,' Dib thought. It was beginning to worry him that Zim had run off. He wasn't known for his sanity, and could do something endangering.
"Hello human Dib." He turned towards the sound of Tak's voice and was greeted with her form, standing not twenty feet away.
"You know, you're going to be on the first transport ship off this filthy rock. I think I'll have them send you to a genetic testing lab. I know a handful of scientist who are always happy for more experimental subjects." When she grinned at Dib, he wondered if it was Zim he needed to be worried about.
"Zim will love the life I've picked out for him. He'll never be leaving this planet again."
"He'll love that!" Dib lied. He didn't know what he was doing, but anything to disrupt Tak's plan would be nice.
"What?" Tak asked, walking forward slowly.
"I think he's starting to like being human!" Dib exclaimed.
"Is that so?" she asked, sweeping around to circle the boy. "I'm sorry but I beg to differ. Zim loathes his current state. You're lying! Do you know what is done, to slaves that lie?" Dib glared.
"They get their verbal apparatus removed."
"It's good that I'm not a slave then," Dib stated. This didn't seem to settle well with Tak. She glared at the boy, leaning in close.
"I haven't forgotten the part you played in my defeat, human." Tak turned and stalked away, pivoting at the last and exposing something very important to one non-Irken boy.
"And don't forget to tell Zim I'm waiting." Tak disappeared in her poofy way, which was really beginning to annoy.
Dib had found nothing... all this searching for nothing. He hadn't even gotten a plan out of Tak. Dib kicked a cable out of fury. The thing became dislodged and flipped around like a dying snake, sparking dangerously.
"Dib!" he looked up to see Zim, a few levels above him, glaring down.
"Are you done looking through the nothingness that is here?"
Ten minutes later found Zim on the playground, sitting in the middle of the slow moving merry-go-round, awaiting Dib's arrival.
"She's waiting for you, ya know."
"Yeah" Zim stated, hopping off the contraption and following Dib on his march homeward. "Hope she's ready..." Dib looked over to see Zim, in the gait he had adopted for the evening, head down, hands in pockets... general mopiness trot.
Dib looked up, a thought coming to his mind. "We have skool tomorrow!" Zim didn't even want to contemplate that at the moment. He'd just skipped one day, though unintentionally; he could skip another. He now possessed the best disguise in the universe and really didn't care about the consequences.
"I'm not going" he stated plainly.
"What?"
"They're not going to declare me an alien if I don't show up, therefore I choose not to."
"But skool's important!"
"To learn how to skin meese? I think not."
"That's moose, and that lesson did seem kinda meaningless, but it's needed if you want to further your education."
"Are you saying that I need earth education? My education is better than any your puny institutions can teach!"
"Yeah, well... you should still go." Zim didn't say anything else. Why would Dib want him to stay in that place? It must have been so he'd have to suffer right along.
Finally that silence was broken by their reaching Dib's home. Inside, all the lights were off. Gaz was most likely asleep upstairs. Most people are doing that at 4am. (but me.. I'm special)
"You can sleep on the couch" Dib stated, walking towards the stairs.
"So I just sit here... till this sleep thing happens..." Zim said, plopping down.
"Pretty much, yeah..." Dib retreated upstairs. "Night Zim."
"But... it's morning..."
"Goodnight Zim!"
Zim pulled off his gloves as Dib ascended the stairs, flexing all five fingers experimentally and laid down. He then forcefully grabbed a nearby pillow and placed it under his head. Many would think Zim to start twiddling his thumbs with boredom, but they are wrong for next, Zim proceeded to lean up and spin around to punch the pillow several times in its center, cursing it on being a stupid stiff decorative pillow. He then resorted to twiddling his thumbs...
*Endeded*
Hi thar? How ya been? The canary didn't get out again did it? That's nice to hear... Good luck with the FLOGGING!!
Chao: Lizzy733 (entertained by the voices in her head)
*STUFF STARTS HERE!!*
Zim waited till Dib was out of sight before proceeding. It didn't take long for him to find the location of camera 32. If Dib had spent any time studying the Irken language, he might notice that in Irken facilities, all the areas were coded and marked throughout the structure, just like those fire escape maps. The first thing Zim did was disable lucky #32. Tak could see him on that. Any other cameras in the area were soon to follow.
Zim now abandoned his casual demeanor and quietly hunted the sector for anything that would be useful. Dib was right. Getting Tak back would be much sweeter.
"I'll turn her into a moose..." Zim snarled as he went through the various stations. At one point, Zim came across a few useful gadgets, allowing him to make full use of those jacket pockets. He knew the cure wouldn't be here and he felt that somehow, something was wrong here. Tak was just letting them plunder her base.
Zim knew it had to be a trap, he'd just have to keep his eyes open for the trigger.
Dib had been scouring the base for anything prominent for the past hour, finding nothing.
'The place had to be vacated,' Dib thought. It was beginning to worry him that Zim had run off. He wasn't known for his sanity, and could do something endangering.
"Hello human Dib." He turned towards the sound of Tak's voice and was greeted with her form, standing not twenty feet away.
"You know, you're going to be on the first transport ship off this filthy rock. I think I'll have them send you to a genetic testing lab. I know a handful of scientist who are always happy for more experimental subjects." When she grinned at Dib, he wondered if it was Zim he needed to be worried about.
"Zim will love the life I've picked out for him. He'll never be leaving this planet again."
"He'll love that!" Dib lied. He didn't know what he was doing, but anything to disrupt Tak's plan would be nice.
"What?" Tak asked, walking forward slowly.
"I think he's starting to like being human!" Dib exclaimed.
"Is that so?" she asked, sweeping around to circle the boy. "I'm sorry but I beg to differ. Zim loathes his current state. You're lying! Do you know what is done, to slaves that lie?" Dib glared.
"They get their verbal apparatus removed."
"It's good that I'm not a slave then," Dib stated. This didn't seem to settle well with Tak. She glared at the boy, leaning in close.
"I haven't forgotten the part you played in my defeat, human." Tak turned and stalked away, pivoting at the last and exposing something very important to one non-Irken boy.
"And don't forget to tell Zim I'm waiting." Tak disappeared in her poofy way, which was really beginning to annoy.
Dib had found nothing... all this searching for nothing. He hadn't even gotten a plan out of Tak. Dib kicked a cable out of fury. The thing became dislodged and flipped around like a dying snake, sparking dangerously.
"Dib!" he looked up to see Zim, a few levels above him, glaring down.
"Are you done looking through the nothingness that is here?"
Ten minutes later found Zim on the playground, sitting in the middle of the slow moving merry-go-round, awaiting Dib's arrival.
"She's waiting for you, ya know."
"Yeah" Zim stated, hopping off the contraption and following Dib on his march homeward. "Hope she's ready..." Dib looked over to see Zim, in the gait he had adopted for the evening, head down, hands in pockets... general mopiness trot.
Dib looked up, a thought coming to his mind. "We have skool tomorrow!" Zim didn't even want to contemplate that at the moment. He'd just skipped one day, though unintentionally; he could skip another. He now possessed the best disguise in the universe and really didn't care about the consequences.
"I'm not going" he stated plainly.
"What?"
"They're not going to declare me an alien if I don't show up, therefore I choose not to."
"But skool's important!"
"To learn how to skin meese? I think not."
"That's moose, and that lesson did seem kinda meaningless, but it's needed if you want to further your education."
"Are you saying that I need earth education? My education is better than any your puny institutions can teach!"
"Yeah, well... you should still go." Zim didn't say anything else. Why would Dib want him to stay in that place? It must have been so he'd have to suffer right along.
Finally that silence was broken by their reaching Dib's home. Inside, all the lights were off. Gaz was most likely asleep upstairs. Most people are doing that at 4am. (but me.. I'm special)
"You can sleep on the couch" Dib stated, walking towards the stairs.
"So I just sit here... till this sleep thing happens..." Zim said, plopping down.
"Pretty much, yeah..." Dib retreated upstairs. "Night Zim."
"But... it's morning..."
"Goodnight Zim!"
Zim pulled off his gloves as Dib ascended the stairs, flexing all five fingers experimentally and laid down. He then forcefully grabbed a nearby pillow and placed it under his head. Many would think Zim to start twiddling his thumbs with boredom, but they are wrong for next, Zim proceeded to lean up and spin around to punch the pillow several times in its center, cursing it on being a stupid stiff decorative pillow. He then resorted to twiddling his thumbs...
*Endeded*
Hi thar? How ya been? The canary didn't get out again did it? That's nice to hear... Good luck with the FLOGGING!!
Chao: Lizzy733 (entertained by the voices in her head)