An update, an update! I've decided to do this story like I did ZTHI and put
the chapters out on lizzy733.net EARLIER than here at fanfiction, that
means that while you're reading chapter #9, chapter 10! will be out on my
website! Spiffy huh? Anyway, I haven't done it for a while and just to
clarify things, I own the characters of Invader Zim NOT! Viacom holds all
those rights and stuff. Now... READ!!
*here beginneth the story*
It had only been a few hours, but Zim hadn't slept most of it anyway, when the sun rose. Dib and Gaz were both downstairs readying themselves for class. It was that incessant noise they were making that finally found Zim slowly regaining coherence.
Zim curled himself into a tight little ball on the couch. He didn't quite fancy more mental torture and assumed it would be better to just sleep and never wake up, especially since he didn't seem to be afflicted with that dream thing humans are always complaining about.
"Zim" Dib stated, looking at the boy lying on his couch. Zim pondered how Dib could seem so awake after only a short time of this rest. He grumbled a reply that came out as no discernable words.
"You know, Tak's probably going to be at skool today." Zim leaned up. Tak was evil enough to do it. He stared at Dib vacantly and then went in search of a bathroom.
After doing that eminent release thing, Zim found himself staring at his own reflection for quite some time. He seemed intent on doing this until he was forcefully removed from the room by Gaz, who grabbed him by the earlobe and shoved him out the door. Zim brought a hand up to rub his sore ear before making his way to the kitchen.
With a newly acquired glass of water in hand, he sat at the table.
"What is the importance of this knowledge... that Tak will most likely be attending the skool today?" Zim questioned when Dib came walking in.
"I don't know, just thought you might want to mess with her" he shrugged, going for the toaster.
"Mess with her?"
"Yeah, like throw meat and stuff..." Zim raised an eyebrow.
"Like those lowly tricks you found joy playing on me." Dib shrugged.
"You know all her weaknesses." This was true. Zim hadn't thought about it before, but this planet was a little less hazardous to himself now. This made it very dangerous for Tak.
"Well I hope it rains."
'Okay' Dib thought. 'So Zim's not a morning person.'
"Rains down upon her head... dooming rain..."
"You know, when I looked out my window this morning it did look like rain" Dib pondered aloud. There's a look of hope, something that Zim's face had been devoid of for a while now. Gaz, took this time to enter the kitchen.
"It will rain" she stated surely.
"How do you know?" Dib asked.
"I know."
'Gee Gaz, it's not like your some kind of meteorologist' he thought to himself, but went into it no further. His sister was strangely accurate when it came to violent changes in the weather.
"And if you don't go to skool Zim, you won't get to see Tak's suffering!" Zim had to admit, there was nothing he wanted to see more at the moment and seeing as how his current situation left him unafflictable...
"Alright I'll go. Seeing Tak in pure misery sounds like a good thing for a change." Gaz groaned.
"He's coming to skool with us?" It seemed this tormenting state that is her life was incessant. Seriously, the only ones deserving of raining doom would be her brother, for being annoying, and Zim, for the same reason. Tak was annoying and deserving of doom as well, but she wasn't here at the moment to warrant her own destruction.
Gaz stole Dib's toast. Dib glared at her before making himself some more. Zim sipped his water. Finally, all the preparations for skool had been made and the trio walked onwards to child torture facility #2 in their lives, probably #23 or so in Zim's but that was irrelevant. Storm clouds were indeed accumulating on the horizon and, for the first time since becoming human, Zim was almost giddy with delight over the possibilities... what he could do...
Upon reaching the facility, a fine mist began to fall. Zim smirked as he happily looked to the sky. Too bad classes are indoors, because as soon as he entered the room, his eyes met with Tak's. She was sitting idealistically in the chair behind Dib's and smiled darkly when the once- invader entered the room. Zim did the only thing he could do... glare with all his might to do so.
'She can't taunt me in front of the other meat sacks, doing so will only reveal her to them!' Zim smiled, and from the other side of the room, Tak stared daggers. Obviously smiling wasn't something she wanted him to be doing, so he did it again, this time a nice toothy grin directed right at her.
He was wrong about the whole taunting thing though, because a note that had slowly been filtering around the room, finally came to his desk. It was folded in that way all concealed notes are and read 'Love Tak' in big letters on the front. This was the first time Zim got to experience that sinking feeling in his gut. Zim was first utterly confused on how to open it, and ripped a side in the process, but was finally able to read what was inside.
The page, covered in Irken text, read this: Zim, as you probably already know, this is from Tak. Hi human, you do realize that... that you're human right? You know, despite what the popular opinion may be around here, I wasn't lying when I said the Tallest didn't like you. They don't. Just thought you should know that. Enjoy your freedom while you still can! ~Tak
Zim wadded the paper up, making a big show of it and mouthed the word 'lies' to Tak from across the room who grinned contentedly.
Most of the morning went by like this, with both sides exchanging evil glares. Outside, the rain was beginning to pick up and this only led to thoughts of Tak melting like the wicked witch in Wizard of Oz, but since Zim had never seen that movie, he couldn't make the comparison. He could only contemplate a gory death.
Time crawled by and lunch was nearing. The teacher, who had finalized her lecturing for the day, was busy giving out assignments.
"You!" She exclaimed while demandingly pointing at a pathetic fool.
"Me?" Poonchy asked meekly.
"You must write a 1000 word essay on why your life is miserable, due at the end of class" she hissed.
"Uhm... okay."
"You!" another unfortunate soul... "You must write a 1000 word essay on why Poonchy's life is miserable, due at the end of class." The child blinks.
'A thousand words, HA! The torments of Zim would need much more!' Zim contemplated. 'The very horrible existence that I have come to know as my own is an incessant torturing thing full of misery and incessant... uhm... torture.'
"And the rest of you can write on ways to die alone in a world devoid of oxygen" the snarly woman said in conclusion. "Now, all of you, remove yourselves from my classroom."
*here endeth the story*
soo... what DO you think? I'm still in the already written stuff and the little bar on the side of my word document is a little over half way... creepy, yes? Anyway... Moose for now...
*here beginneth the story*
It had only been a few hours, but Zim hadn't slept most of it anyway, when the sun rose. Dib and Gaz were both downstairs readying themselves for class. It was that incessant noise they were making that finally found Zim slowly regaining coherence.
Zim curled himself into a tight little ball on the couch. He didn't quite fancy more mental torture and assumed it would be better to just sleep and never wake up, especially since he didn't seem to be afflicted with that dream thing humans are always complaining about.
"Zim" Dib stated, looking at the boy lying on his couch. Zim pondered how Dib could seem so awake after only a short time of this rest. He grumbled a reply that came out as no discernable words.
"You know, Tak's probably going to be at skool today." Zim leaned up. Tak was evil enough to do it. He stared at Dib vacantly and then went in search of a bathroom.
After doing that eminent release thing, Zim found himself staring at his own reflection for quite some time. He seemed intent on doing this until he was forcefully removed from the room by Gaz, who grabbed him by the earlobe and shoved him out the door. Zim brought a hand up to rub his sore ear before making his way to the kitchen.
With a newly acquired glass of water in hand, he sat at the table.
"What is the importance of this knowledge... that Tak will most likely be attending the skool today?" Zim questioned when Dib came walking in.
"I don't know, just thought you might want to mess with her" he shrugged, going for the toaster.
"Mess with her?"
"Yeah, like throw meat and stuff..." Zim raised an eyebrow.
"Like those lowly tricks you found joy playing on me." Dib shrugged.
"You know all her weaknesses." This was true. Zim hadn't thought about it before, but this planet was a little less hazardous to himself now. This made it very dangerous for Tak.
"Well I hope it rains."
'Okay' Dib thought. 'So Zim's not a morning person.'
"Rains down upon her head... dooming rain..."
"You know, when I looked out my window this morning it did look like rain" Dib pondered aloud. There's a look of hope, something that Zim's face had been devoid of for a while now. Gaz, took this time to enter the kitchen.
"It will rain" she stated surely.
"How do you know?" Dib asked.
"I know."
'Gee Gaz, it's not like your some kind of meteorologist' he thought to himself, but went into it no further. His sister was strangely accurate when it came to violent changes in the weather.
"And if you don't go to skool Zim, you won't get to see Tak's suffering!" Zim had to admit, there was nothing he wanted to see more at the moment and seeing as how his current situation left him unafflictable...
"Alright I'll go. Seeing Tak in pure misery sounds like a good thing for a change." Gaz groaned.
"He's coming to skool with us?" It seemed this tormenting state that is her life was incessant. Seriously, the only ones deserving of raining doom would be her brother, for being annoying, and Zim, for the same reason. Tak was annoying and deserving of doom as well, but she wasn't here at the moment to warrant her own destruction.
Gaz stole Dib's toast. Dib glared at her before making himself some more. Zim sipped his water. Finally, all the preparations for skool had been made and the trio walked onwards to child torture facility #2 in their lives, probably #23 or so in Zim's but that was irrelevant. Storm clouds were indeed accumulating on the horizon and, for the first time since becoming human, Zim was almost giddy with delight over the possibilities... what he could do...
Upon reaching the facility, a fine mist began to fall. Zim smirked as he happily looked to the sky. Too bad classes are indoors, because as soon as he entered the room, his eyes met with Tak's. She was sitting idealistically in the chair behind Dib's and smiled darkly when the once- invader entered the room. Zim did the only thing he could do... glare with all his might to do so.
'She can't taunt me in front of the other meat sacks, doing so will only reveal her to them!' Zim smiled, and from the other side of the room, Tak stared daggers. Obviously smiling wasn't something she wanted him to be doing, so he did it again, this time a nice toothy grin directed right at her.
He was wrong about the whole taunting thing though, because a note that had slowly been filtering around the room, finally came to his desk. It was folded in that way all concealed notes are and read 'Love Tak' in big letters on the front. This was the first time Zim got to experience that sinking feeling in his gut. Zim was first utterly confused on how to open it, and ripped a side in the process, but was finally able to read what was inside.
The page, covered in Irken text, read this: Zim, as you probably already know, this is from Tak. Hi human, you do realize that... that you're human right? You know, despite what the popular opinion may be around here, I wasn't lying when I said the Tallest didn't like you. They don't. Just thought you should know that. Enjoy your freedom while you still can! ~Tak
Zim wadded the paper up, making a big show of it and mouthed the word 'lies' to Tak from across the room who grinned contentedly.
Most of the morning went by like this, with both sides exchanging evil glares. Outside, the rain was beginning to pick up and this only led to thoughts of Tak melting like the wicked witch in Wizard of Oz, but since Zim had never seen that movie, he couldn't make the comparison. He could only contemplate a gory death.
Time crawled by and lunch was nearing. The teacher, who had finalized her lecturing for the day, was busy giving out assignments.
"You!" She exclaimed while demandingly pointing at a pathetic fool.
"Me?" Poonchy asked meekly.
"You must write a 1000 word essay on why your life is miserable, due at the end of class" she hissed.
"Uhm... okay."
"You!" another unfortunate soul... "You must write a 1000 word essay on why Poonchy's life is miserable, due at the end of class." The child blinks.
'A thousand words, HA! The torments of Zim would need much more!' Zim contemplated. 'The very horrible existence that I have come to know as my own is an incessant torturing thing full of misery and incessant... uhm... torture.'
"And the rest of you can write on ways to die alone in a world devoid of oxygen" the snarly woman said in conclusion. "Now, all of you, remove yourselves from my classroom."
*here endeth the story*
soo... what DO you think? I'm still in the already written stuff and the little bar on the side of my word document is a little over half way... creepy, yes? Anyway... Moose for now...