Howdy y'all! It's almost midnight where I am, and I decided to spit out one
final fic before the New Year. (TWO THOUSAND FOUR! YEAR TWO THOUSAND AND
FOUR A.D.!!) So, I decided to do a sequel to The Christmas Party, centering
on, what else, New Year's Eve in Times Square! Please don't shoot me if
it's dumb. I had this idea about five minutes ago and it's 43 minutes until
2004. I don't have much time.
Warning: One-sided fluff in this chapter. If ya dun like, ya dun read. Deal with it.
Disclaimer: Don't own Alex, Zim, the big drop-y ball-y thing in Times Square, Times Square itself, The War of The Worlds, Earth Abides, or whatever company makes Voots. That belongs to Jhonen, Jhonen, ABC or some other broadcasting company, the mayor of (Townsville!) New York City, H. G. Wells, George R. Stewart, and Jhonen. I don't even own the musical floating ball. That's my definition of what Gir was playing with in one of the episodes. Guess which one and I'll give you a cyber-dollar! I do own the plot, however.
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The Irken in Times Square
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Zim sat on top of a building, overlooking a crowd of humans as they gathered in the dying light of their Sun. Many were gathered, wearing red hats. and holding red balloon things with gold streamers. And they were all gathered in this place called Times Square, New York City. Zim had been monitoring strange construction activities here for several weeks. And now these red-hatted balloon-holding humans! Perhaps this was some kind of ritual?
Dangling his feet over the side of the building, he scanned the crowd with his binoculars, then sighed and pulled out a book, Earth Abides. He had found some of the older Earthen literature entertaining, especially books about the end of the world and stuff. The War of The Worlds, like Alex had said, was much better as a book than a movie.
'Stupid humans,' Zim thought, looking up only momentarily to make sure none of the humans had noticed him-- out of disguise-- on the rooftop with his Voot. 'What's this all about, anyway?'
After about ten minutes, Zim grew restless and put his book back in his Nanopak, and started scanning the crowds again for any information, when he spied Alex in the crowd, wearing one of the red hats.
"Huh?" Zim exclaimed. "What's SHE doing here, all the way across the country?!" But maybe she could explain this ritual. She trusted Zim, after all.
Quickly putting on his disguise, Zim climbed down the wall of the building, and found himself about fifty feet away from Alex. So, Zim did what Zim does best: He made a path.
"Hey! You! Move it!" The Irken shoved his way around and occasionally under the taller human's legs-- may Irk help him if he wouldn't saw off their body parts until they were two feet tall when he conquered Earth-- until he reached Alex, who was watching him with an amused expression.
"Hi," Zim panted, out of breath from the shoving. "I saw you in the crowd."
Alex laughed. "I heard you. Twenty feet away."
"Oh," Zim shrugged. "They were in my way."
They stood by each other awhile, until Zim asked, "So, what's this all about?"
Alex looked at Zim as if he were crazy. "To watch the ball drop."
Zim glanced at the menacing orb. "Why?"
Alex blinked. "... Duh, to start the New Year? 2004?"
"Oh." So Zim had worried for nothing! This was all some extravagance for a new year! 'What's the big deal, anyway?' he thought. 'The Earth's still spinning, and it's still moving around the sun. Years are an illusion, anyway. There could be a new year every month, if these creatures wanted one!'
There was still one thing bothering Zim. "By the way, how did you get here?"
Alex snorted. It was a strange sound. Like a piggy. Yeah. Piggies snort. "I rode a plane. Duh."
"'Plane'??" Zim repeated.
Alex sighed, a smile twitching at her lips. She pointed up at the vague outline of a something metal with bright lights in the sky. "Yeah. Airplane. And how did you get here, by riding a camel?"
'She thinks this is all a joke,' Zim thought, then decided it wouldn't hurt to play along. "Actually, I took a taxi to Mexico, and some warui tokage gave me a ride."
"'Warui tokage'? Bad lizard?" Alex said. "You speak Kanji?"
"Eh, a little," Zim muttered. Actually, he had learned those words out of Shonen Jump.
Alex smirked. "Hey, by the way, did you like that book I gave you?"
"Huh? Oh, The War of The Worlds? Yes, I did. And it did answer my question."
Alex's face blanked. "Question?"
"Yeah. How prepared is Earth for a full-scale alien invasion. My analysis; Earth is a PI-TI-FUL PYUNY PLANET!"
Alex laughed. "Yeah, I guess you could put it that way. Hey, I've got a new song saved on that floating thingy you got me. Wanna hear?"
Zim shrugged. "Okay."
Alex pulled the orb out of her pocket, and was ready to press the button when the ball lit up. The crowd roared. Alex and Zim looked up as the crowd started chanting. "60... 59... 58... 57..." Alex began chanting too. "37... 36... 35..."
Gradually, Zim joined in, and slowly rose his voice as he got caught in the wave of excitement the humans were giving off. "10... 9... 8..."
Alex moved closer to Zim, her thumb resting on the button. Zim didn't notice. "7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... HAPPY NEW YEAR!!"
The crowd started cheering. Alex cheered along, pushing the button and it started singing "Auld Lang Singe"(sp?). Then, she grabbed Zim's arm and kissed him.
Zim's eyes widened. There was this HUMAN holding him and KISSING him and just STANDING there and this was so wrong and thank slark that at least her tongue was still in her MOUTH!
Finally she let go, laughing and blushing. "Sorry," she said, grinning sheepishly. "I guess I got a little carried away, huh?" Zim wanted to puke, but he managed to nod and smile in return. Then the fireworks started.
"Whoa," Alex breathed, looking up at the sky. Zim was unamused. Little rockets that made color were of no interest to an Invader. He was presently distracted with keeping his lunch down.
'Just look at the colors,' he thought. 'They'll distract you.'
Zim started up, and slowly he felt normal again. He didn't even notice that Alex had grabbed his hand.
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Okay. Short and dumb. And it's now about twelve minutes after midnight. Ah well. I'll upload anyway. Even if it's late... And I just got in trouble for staying up past midnight.
Happy New Year, everyone! And Merry Platypus to all.
Warning: One-sided fluff in this chapter. If ya dun like, ya dun read. Deal with it.
Disclaimer: Don't own Alex, Zim, the big drop-y ball-y thing in Times Square, Times Square itself, The War of The Worlds, Earth Abides, or whatever company makes Voots. That belongs to Jhonen, Jhonen, ABC or some other broadcasting company, the mayor of (Townsville!) New York City, H. G. Wells, George R. Stewart, and Jhonen. I don't even own the musical floating ball. That's my definition of what Gir was playing with in one of the episodes. Guess which one and I'll give you a cyber-dollar! I do own the plot, however.
~*~
The Irken in Times Square
~*~
Zim sat on top of a building, overlooking a crowd of humans as they gathered in the dying light of their Sun. Many were gathered, wearing red hats. and holding red balloon things with gold streamers. And they were all gathered in this place called Times Square, New York City. Zim had been monitoring strange construction activities here for several weeks. And now these red-hatted balloon-holding humans! Perhaps this was some kind of ritual?
Dangling his feet over the side of the building, he scanned the crowd with his binoculars, then sighed and pulled out a book, Earth Abides. He had found some of the older Earthen literature entertaining, especially books about the end of the world and stuff. The War of The Worlds, like Alex had said, was much better as a book than a movie.
'Stupid humans,' Zim thought, looking up only momentarily to make sure none of the humans had noticed him-- out of disguise-- on the rooftop with his Voot. 'What's this all about, anyway?'
After about ten minutes, Zim grew restless and put his book back in his Nanopak, and started scanning the crowds again for any information, when he spied Alex in the crowd, wearing one of the red hats.
"Huh?" Zim exclaimed. "What's SHE doing here, all the way across the country?!" But maybe she could explain this ritual. She trusted Zim, after all.
Quickly putting on his disguise, Zim climbed down the wall of the building, and found himself about fifty feet away from Alex. So, Zim did what Zim does best: He made a path.
"Hey! You! Move it!" The Irken shoved his way around and occasionally under the taller human's legs-- may Irk help him if he wouldn't saw off their body parts until they were two feet tall when he conquered Earth-- until he reached Alex, who was watching him with an amused expression.
"Hi," Zim panted, out of breath from the shoving. "I saw you in the crowd."
Alex laughed. "I heard you. Twenty feet away."
"Oh," Zim shrugged. "They were in my way."
They stood by each other awhile, until Zim asked, "So, what's this all about?"
Alex looked at Zim as if he were crazy. "To watch the ball drop."
Zim glanced at the menacing orb. "Why?"
Alex blinked. "... Duh, to start the New Year? 2004?"
"Oh." So Zim had worried for nothing! This was all some extravagance for a new year! 'What's the big deal, anyway?' he thought. 'The Earth's still spinning, and it's still moving around the sun. Years are an illusion, anyway. There could be a new year every month, if these creatures wanted one!'
There was still one thing bothering Zim. "By the way, how did you get here?"
Alex snorted. It was a strange sound. Like a piggy. Yeah. Piggies snort. "I rode a plane. Duh."
"'Plane'??" Zim repeated.
Alex sighed, a smile twitching at her lips. She pointed up at the vague outline of a something metal with bright lights in the sky. "Yeah. Airplane. And how did you get here, by riding a camel?"
'She thinks this is all a joke,' Zim thought, then decided it wouldn't hurt to play along. "Actually, I took a taxi to Mexico, and some warui tokage gave me a ride."
"'Warui tokage'? Bad lizard?" Alex said. "You speak Kanji?"
"Eh, a little," Zim muttered. Actually, he had learned those words out of Shonen Jump.
Alex smirked. "Hey, by the way, did you like that book I gave you?"
"Huh? Oh, The War of The Worlds? Yes, I did. And it did answer my question."
Alex's face blanked. "Question?"
"Yeah. How prepared is Earth for a full-scale alien invasion. My analysis; Earth is a PI-TI-FUL PYUNY PLANET!"
Alex laughed. "Yeah, I guess you could put it that way. Hey, I've got a new song saved on that floating thingy you got me. Wanna hear?"
Zim shrugged. "Okay."
Alex pulled the orb out of her pocket, and was ready to press the button when the ball lit up. The crowd roared. Alex and Zim looked up as the crowd started chanting. "60... 59... 58... 57..." Alex began chanting too. "37... 36... 35..."
Gradually, Zim joined in, and slowly rose his voice as he got caught in the wave of excitement the humans were giving off. "10... 9... 8..."
Alex moved closer to Zim, her thumb resting on the button. Zim didn't notice. "7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... HAPPY NEW YEAR!!"
The crowd started cheering. Alex cheered along, pushing the button and it started singing "Auld Lang Singe"(sp?). Then, she grabbed Zim's arm and kissed him.
Zim's eyes widened. There was this HUMAN holding him and KISSING him and just STANDING there and this was so wrong and thank slark that at least her tongue was still in her MOUTH!
Finally she let go, laughing and blushing. "Sorry," she said, grinning sheepishly. "I guess I got a little carried away, huh?" Zim wanted to puke, but he managed to nod and smile in return. Then the fireworks started.
"Whoa," Alex breathed, looking up at the sky. Zim was unamused. Little rockets that made color were of no interest to an Invader. He was presently distracted with keeping his lunch down.
'Just look at the colors,' he thought. 'They'll distract you.'
Zim started up, and slowly he felt normal again. He didn't even notice that Alex had grabbed his hand.
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Okay. Short and dumb. And it's now about twelve minutes after midnight. Ah well. I'll upload anyway. Even if it's late... And I just got in trouble for staying up past midnight.
Happy New Year, everyone! And Merry Platypus to all.