(A/N: FINE! I'll finish this fanfic. Even though I have a hell of a lot of homework, not to mention a ton of shit on my mind, I'll take the time to finish this thing just so some immature people will be happy. .O; I do NOT like having my writing be insulted.)
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"Nyah!" Dib squeaked as he fell back, Zim's robot clinging to his waist.
GIR gave a happy squeal and wriggled with excitement. "Master got me a life-sized dolly!" He then sat up and looked Dib in the face. "Yooou look famiiiliar..."
Dib narrowed his eyes annoyedly and muttered, "Well, yeah, you've known me for months now..."
The robot only ignored him, giggled, and screeched, "YOU MUSTA BEEN ON TV!"
"No, I--wait," said Dib, just having spotted the doll-version of himself on the floor. He thought for a few moments while GIR unhinged his arms from around his waist and proceeded to dancing in order to express his merriment.
This robot was a complete idiot. 'It shouldn't be too difficult to trick him into giving me that voodoo doll,' Dib thought. He then forced a smile and sat up, turning his attention to GIR.
"I've got good news, uh, Zim's robot!" he said, clapping his hands together as if overwhelmed with the joy of what he'd just said.
GIR stopped dancing and grinned at him idiotically, his tongue hanging half-way out of his mouth. "Wuzzit?!"
Dib forced himself to smile even more, which made him look a little bit creepy. He said, "Since you've got the life-sized dolly now AND the original dolly, we can interact with each other!"
The robot cocked his head to the side a little. "What can you do?" he asked.
There was a grey moment in which Dib's mind went blank and GIR found a moldy nacho under the couch to eat.
"We... can... uh," Dib frantically rattled his mind for ideas, before the perfect one found him. "We can go get pizza for you."
"Pizza?! WOO HOO!" GIR yelled, once again leaping forward to tackle Dib. Dib had anticipated this, however, and braced himself before being knocked back.
"Uh huh! So, just give me the smaller version and we'll go get you some pizza!" said Dib, trying to get the robot off of him.
"Okee dokee!" GIR chirped, hopping up and walking over to the smaller doll. He hummed a made-up tune as he picked up the voodoo doll and wandered back over to Dib, holding it out. "Here you go!"
Just as Dib's hand brushed the plushie arm of the doll, he looked up to the doorway to the kitchen, spotting a pair of maroon eyes glaring at him. He gasped and grabbed the doll, then broke into a run for the door.
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Zim had just walked back up to the upper level of the house to check on GIR when he saw a horrible sight. GIR was giving the voodoo doll over to the Dib human!
"I knew I shouldn't have trusted that stupid tin can!" snarled Zim. He lunged forward as Dib started for the door.
Dib had just touched his fingertips to the door handle when Zim's spiderlegs shot out at him. He turned and rolled out of the way, clutching the doll to his chest protectively.
"You won't get away, Dib! Computer! Lock down the house!" growled Zim, straightening himself up and glaring at Dib.
"YES, MASTER!" came a voice. The house gave a rattle and soon metal sheets began to cover the walls and windows. In no time, the room was nothing but metal and carpet.
Zim smirked. "Hand over the doll, Dib, and no one gets hurt... except you, of course."
"Never!" Dib shook his head and clung to the doll frantically. "I won't let you use me like some kind of puppet!" He began looking around for some means of escape. Man, the whole place was covered in metal!
GIR, on the other hand, was sitting on the couch and munching popcorn as if this were the most entertaining show on TV (which it is...was.)
Zim sighed and shook his head. "Stupid, stupid human-bean... That doll is MINE!"
With that he lurched towards Dib, spiderlegs stretching out. Dib attempted to run, but Zim landed right on top of him.
The way Zim had landed with his robot-legs out formed a narrow cage around Dib, the bars so close to his body that he couldn't move his poor, big head.
Dib wriggled and shrieked, one arm holding the doll close and the other trying to push Zim's spiderlegs away. "LET ME GO!"
"Give me the doll!"
"No!"
"FINE!" Zim's legs bent inward, pressing on Dib's chest. The boy whimpered as he felt his bones creak, the sharp points of the crooks in Zim's legs stabbing at him.
"Nuh!" Dib squeaked. His free arm waved about wildly, searching for anything that might help him. Soon, it found something.
Dib's hand found Zim's leg, and immediately began to pull.
"LEGGO!" growled Zim, jerking away, but to no avail. Dib had a pretty good hold on him.
"YOU let go of ME!" Dib retorted, bending his fingers to dig his nails into Zim's ankle.
Zim screeched and fell back, freeing Dib from the robot-leg prison. GIR clapped and waved a 'MOOSE' flag from the couch.
As soon as he was free, Dib tucked the doll inside his coat and lunged at Zim, pinning him to the ground. "Let me OUT of here, Zim!"
"No way! Get your filthy Earth-baby body off of me!" Zim sneered, his robot-legs bending back to help push Dib away.
Dib grabbed the tip of one of Zim's spiderlegs, putting a death grip on it.
"What are you doing NOW?!" growled Zim angrily.
"Hopping the train out of here!" Dib replied, giving the tip a twist. Sparks flew and Zim screamed angrily. He threw Dib back, the boy landing against one of the metal walls with the spark-flying bit of robot leg in his hand.
Dib sat up shakily and pressed the sparking end of the metal to the metal of the wall. The wall began to turn red where he had placed the object, the metal slowly melting away.
Zim spotted this and gave a growl. "COMPUTER! CAPTURE THE DIB!"
"YES, SIR!" the strange voice from the walls replied. Instantly, cords shot out of the cieling and formed a large fist, which opened and closed as it made a path through the air towards Dib.
Dib turned just in time to spot the apparatus and placed his feet against the wall, kicking himself away.
BLAM!
The giant fist missed Dib and punched a large, smoking hole in the side of the house. Dib sat up from where he had landed, near GIR, and smiled as he spotted the hole in the side of the house.
Meanwhile, the house's computer was going haywire. The giant fist that had attempted to capture Dib was flailing about until it finally found something to catch; Zim.
"LET GO OF ME! STUPID TECHNOLOGY! GET YOUR UGLY METAL NUBS OFF OF ZIIIM!" screeched the Irken, wriggling.
GIR giggled and waved his flag even more, now throwing his popcorn at Zim and chanting, "Giant hand! Giant hand!"
Dib looked at the scene, then pulled the doll from his coat and looked it over. It was undamaged.
"Well, uh..." he looked up at Zim again, smiled very sweetly, and waved. "See you!"
He scampered out of the house and down the street to the sound of Zim's angry cries.
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"I'm glad THAT'S over," said Dib to himself as he searched his closet for something. Behind him sat the doll, sitting up on his bed as if it were listening.
"Just one more thing to do," the boy continued, "and that's to find a safe place for this doll." He pushed a few boxes aside. He had a safe in the back of his closet... somewhere. "Where IS that thing?"
The doll on the bed flopped over with a barely audible squeak. This caught the attention of something in the hallway.
"Aha!" said Dib, sitting up and tugging a small, metal safe out of his closet. He quickly spun the dial, having had memorized the code long ago, and pulled the door open with a creak.
"Say hello to your new home, do--WHAT?!" Dib stared, wide-eyed, at the blank spot on his bed where the doll had been sitting. He looked around and then noticed that his bedroom door was hanging open. "Oh, no..." he whimpered.
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In another area of the Membrane house, a little girl with berry-colored hair sat on her bed. She snickered at the doll version of her brother that she held in her hand.
Amber eyes gleaming in the dim light of the room, Gaz turned to her nightstand and picked up a spork.
....
You could hear Dib screaming from three blocks away.
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(A/N: There! DONE! Leave me alooone!! -runs off-)
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"Nyah!" Dib squeaked as he fell back, Zim's robot clinging to his waist.
GIR gave a happy squeal and wriggled with excitement. "Master got me a life-sized dolly!" He then sat up and looked Dib in the face. "Yooou look famiiiliar..."
Dib narrowed his eyes annoyedly and muttered, "Well, yeah, you've known me for months now..."
The robot only ignored him, giggled, and screeched, "YOU MUSTA BEEN ON TV!"
"No, I--wait," said Dib, just having spotted the doll-version of himself on the floor. He thought for a few moments while GIR unhinged his arms from around his waist and proceeded to dancing in order to express his merriment.
This robot was a complete idiot. 'It shouldn't be too difficult to trick him into giving me that voodoo doll,' Dib thought. He then forced a smile and sat up, turning his attention to GIR.
"I've got good news, uh, Zim's robot!" he said, clapping his hands together as if overwhelmed with the joy of what he'd just said.
GIR stopped dancing and grinned at him idiotically, his tongue hanging half-way out of his mouth. "Wuzzit?!"
Dib forced himself to smile even more, which made him look a little bit creepy. He said, "Since you've got the life-sized dolly now AND the original dolly, we can interact with each other!"
The robot cocked his head to the side a little. "What can you do?" he asked.
There was a grey moment in which Dib's mind went blank and GIR found a moldy nacho under the couch to eat.
"We... can... uh," Dib frantically rattled his mind for ideas, before the perfect one found him. "We can go get pizza for you."
"Pizza?! WOO HOO!" GIR yelled, once again leaping forward to tackle Dib. Dib had anticipated this, however, and braced himself before being knocked back.
"Uh huh! So, just give me the smaller version and we'll go get you some pizza!" said Dib, trying to get the robot off of him.
"Okee dokee!" GIR chirped, hopping up and walking over to the smaller doll. He hummed a made-up tune as he picked up the voodoo doll and wandered back over to Dib, holding it out. "Here you go!"
Just as Dib's hand brushed the plushie arm of the doll, he looked up to the doorway to the kitchen, spotting a pair of maroon eyes glaring at him. He gasped and grabbed the doll, then broke into a run for the door.
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Zim had just walked back up to the upper level of the house to check on GIR when he saw a horrible sight. GIR was giving the voodoo doll over to the Dib human!
"I knew I shouldn't have trusted that stupid tin can!" snarled Zim. He lunged forward as Dib started for the door.
Dib had just touched his fingertips to the door handle when Zim's spiderlegs shot out at him. He turned and rolled out of the way, clutching the doll to his chest protectively.
"You won't get away, Dib! Computer! Lock down the house!" growled Zim, straightening himself up and glaring at Dib.
"YES, MASTER!" came a voice. The house gave a rattle and soon metal sheets began to cover the walls and windows. In no time, the room was nothing but metal and carpet.
Zim smirked. "Hand over the doll, Dib, and no one gets hurt... except you, of course."
"Never!" Dib shook his head and clung to the doll frantically. "I won't let you use me like some kind of puppet!" He began looking around for some means of escape. Man, the whole place was covered in metal!
GIR, on the other hand, was sitting on the couch and munching popcorn as if this were the most entertaining show on TV (which it is...was.)
Zim sighed and shook his head. "Stupid, stupid human-bean... That doll is MINE!"
With that he lurched towards Dib, spiderlegs stretching out. Dib attempted to run, but Zim landed right on top of him.
The way Zim had landed with his robot-legs out formed a narrow cage around Dib, the bars so close to his body that he couldn't move his poor, big head.
Dib wriggled and shrieked, one arm holding the doll close and the other trying to push Zim's spiderlegs away. "LET ME GO!"
"Give me the doll!"
"No!"
"FINE!" Zim's legs bent inward, pressing on Dib's chest. The boy whimpered as he felt his bones creak, the sharp points of the crooks in Zim's legs stabbing at him.
"Nuh!" Dib squeaked. His free arm waved about wildly, searching for anything that might help him. Soon, it found something.
Dib's hand found Zim's leg, and immediately began to pull.
"LEGGO!" growled Zim, jerking away, but to no avail. Dib had a pretty good hold on him.
"YOU let go of ME!" Dib retorted, bending his fingers to dig his nails into Zim's ankle.
Zim screeched and fell back, freeing Dib from the robot-leg prison. GIR clapped and waved a 'MOOSE' flag from the couch.
As soon as he was free, Dib tucked the doll inside his coat and lunged at Zim, pinning him to the ground. "Let me OUT of here, Zim!"
"No way! Get your filthy Earth-baby body off of me!" Zim sneered, his robot-legs bending back to help push Dib away.
Dib grabbed the tip of one of Zim's spiderlegs, putting a death grip on it.
"What are you doing NOW?!" growled Zim angrily.
"Hopping the train out of here!" Dib replied, giving the tip a twist. Sparks flew and Zim screamed angrily. He threw Dib back, the boy landing against one of the metal walls with the spark-flying bit of robot leg in his hand.
Dib sat up shakily and pressed the sparking end of the metal to the metal of the wall. The wall began to turn red where he had placed the object, the metal slowly melting away.
Zim spotted this and gave a growl. "COMPUTER! CAPTURE THE DIB!"
"YES, SIR!" the strange voice from the walls replied. Instantly, cords shot out of the cieling and formed a large fist, which opened and closed as it made a path through the air towards Dib.
Dib turned just in time to spot the apparatus and placed his feet against the wall, kicking himself away.
BLAM!
The giant fist missed Dib and punched a large, smoking hole in the side of the house. Dib sat up from where he had landed, near GIR, and smiled as he spotted the hole in the side of the house.
Meanwhile, the house's computer was going haywire. The giant fist that had attempted to capture Dib was flailing about until it finally found something to catch; Zim.
"LET GO OF ME! STUPID TECHNOLOGY! GET YOUR UGLY METAL NUBS OFF OF ZIIIM!" screeched the Irken, wriggling.
GIR giggled and waved his flag even more, now throwing his popcorn at Zim and chanting, "Giant hand! Giant hand!"
Dib looked at the scene, then pulled the doll from his coat and looked it over. It was undamaged.
"Well, uh..." he looked up at Zim again, smiled very sweetly, and waved. "See you!"
He scampered out of the house and down the street to the sound of Zim's angry cries.
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"I'm glad THAT'S over," said Dib to himself as he searched his closet for something. Behind him sat the doll, sitting up on his bed as if it were listening.
"Just one more thing to do," the boy continued, "and that's to find a safe place for this doll." He pushed a few boxes aside. He had a safe in the back of his closet... somewhere. "Where IS that thing?"
The doll on the bed flopped over with a barely audible squeak. This caught the attention of something in the hallway.
"Aha!" said Dib, sitting up and tugging a small, metal safe out of his closet. He quickly spun the dial, having had memorized the code long ago, and pulled the door open with a creak.
"Say hello to your new home, do--WHAT?!" Dib stared, wide-eyed, at the blank spot on his bed where the doll had been sitting. He looked around and then noticed that his bedroom door was hanging open. "Oh, no..." he whimpered.
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In another area of the Membrane house, a little girl with berry-colored hair sat on her bed. She snickered at the doll version of her brother that she held in her hand.
Amber eyes gleaming in the dim light of the room, Gaz turned to her nightstand and picked up a spork.
....
You could hear Dib screaming from three blocks away.
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(A/N: There! DONE! Leave me alooone!! -runs off-)