Hai loyal readers! All new (if any) and old!
Well, this is the next chapter of 'Its a Life', the story with a stupid name. Hmm, speaking of that, can anyone help me come up with a new name? I hate the current name...ick. Its so...bad.
Humph. Anyway, this chapter is rather...odd. I don't really know why I wrote it this way. And, frankly, I hate this chapter. So, if you hate it too, I would totally understand you. Things get kind of odd, and in my opinion, very ooc at some points. But please, no matter what, no flames. It took me a while to write this. I worked hard, despite how bad the chapter is, and flames hurt. Not flaming is common courtesy. Don't flame me, or anyone else for that matter.
Okay then. Sorry it took me so long to update. This chapter only took two days to write, but I couldn't write before because...I don't know. I just couldn't. I'll try to update faster next time.
Hmm, I was really sad for a while too, because I had only gotten one review for a while. I thought that I had killed my own story, or that it started to suck. Sure, I'm writing this story for myself, but reviews are nice!
Well, a huuuge thank you to all my reviewers. *GASP!* Oh no! I forgot to give you your humiliated sausages and chicken statues with red, glowing eyes from chapter two! Well, chapter two reviewers, here you go. *Hands you humiliated sausages and chicken statues with red, glowing eyes*
I never said so, but chapter three reviewers are supposed to get Ovaltine and spades, so, here you go! *Pegs you with Ovaltine and spades* THERE!!!
And reviewers for THIS chapter will get...uhh...Herrings (live) and empty Root Beer cans that are strewn about my room! So if you want those things, you'd better review! And review if you don't want them for that matter...
~Fro-Fro
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Even though they had both been tired, Zim and Tak stayed up all night, anxiety reaping their minds with thoughts of meeting the Academy board and getting caught, found guilty, maybe executed...
Their crime was potentially executable for. Zim, while thinking doomy thoughts as the clock seemed to tick much slower than usual, had no idea why Tak was so very quiet that night. Normally, they would be talking and joking in order to relax the atmosphere and ease their minds. In truth, however, currently Tak was silently fuming, and wanted nothing to do with Zim. And with good reason, at least in her opinion. After all, Zim /had/ been the one who implanted the virus in the computer, Zim /had/ been the one to bug Tak the first day of school. So, in Tak's world, therefore Zim should be punished and not her.
"Hey, maybe we should say goodbye to the smeets...?" Zim suggested, in an attempt to break the silence.
"WE?! What do you mean we?! As in we should do something together?? NO! Every time we do something 'together' you always screw it up! Plus, its not like the smeets actually /like/ you. They like me better, obviously. The only thing you do is call them names and go berserk in front of the poor things!" Tak screamed, tears of ineffable, almost unjustified rage in the corners of her amethyst eyes that were bright with an inner fire. Zim was silent, surprised at Tak's rage. She narrowed her eyes, and gave Tak a death glare, not allowing to show just how hurt she just was.
"Are you mocking me Zim?? Are you mocking me?? Answer me!!" Tak demanded, gritting her teeth. Zim stayed silent. She couldn't open her mouth, for she feared that she wouldn't be able to hold in her emotions right now. Instead, she was screaming inside at herself, berating herself for losing her best friend, her first friend...her only friend. Mind screaming with agony, she looked more helpless than she ever had. Face now stony, eyes unseeing, she slowly rose off of her bed and walked out of the room, leaving a furious Tak in her wake. For but a moment, Tak's face seemed to shine with remorse; it quickly dissipated however, when she saw Zim slam the door shut behind her. She now thought that Zim was just a regular bitch, like all of her past 'friends', and didn't deserve her guilt or friendship.
Zim walked down the hall, numb with remorse. Tak had every right to be mad at her. She had gotten them both in trouble. But she couldn't very well admit to that to Tak. No, she may have been an emotional wreck, but her ego couldn't be hurt like that. She hardened her hearts, and decided that if she must, she would leave life as she knew it, for she wanted to be an Invader, and Invaders needed no one. But she still couldn't shake her feelings off, and finally collapsed on the ground, almost exhausted with the effort of keeping her feelings in check. Holding back tears, allowing them to stay where her hearts were meant to be, she curled up in a little ball and grit her eyes shut. She felt that she couldn't take reality, not now...
...Not ever.
* * *
Tak finally got off her bed, slowly sliding down the slick sheets. At the last second, she stumbled and plopped to the ground, landing hard on her back. Winded, eyes bugging out with the shock of so sudden a fall, she lay there weakly grabbing the air in front of her face, perhaps trying to grasp a solid object that wasn't there with which to pull herself up. After a few minutes or so, she gulped in some sweet air. She got up, brushed herself off carefully, then looked up at her bed and then herself in incredulity, surprised that so short a fall would damage her so much. She mused about this for a while, then realized that it was a stupid thing to be so puzzled about. So she left the room.
She entered the narrow hallway and realized just how long and thin it was for the first time. Maybe it was just because she was alone, maybe not, but for some reason the hallway seemed darker than it ever had, and it seemed as if the shadows of her very mind had taken physical form and were haunting her in an even worse manner. Brushing off the haunted feeling that seemed to take hold of her, anger took its place, and when she came upon the fitfully sleeping form of Zim on the ground, she kicked her viciously in the side, then walked away quickly, just wanting to leave the awful darkness behind. Tak heard Zim groan, and could almost see her beautiful crimson eyes open in confusion, could almost see her examining the bruise that was already blossoming on her side, dangerously close to her rib cage...
The thoughts made her sick. She couldn't think of hurting anyone unless needed. There was no war between them; there was no need to fight. But why had she done it? That was the question on her mind right now. Why? What was the point?
She stopped in the middle of the hallway, her hands curling into useless fists at her side. She opened an eye when she felt a slight breeze ruffle her antennae, and gasped when she realized that she had walked clear out of the Smeetery building and was headed in the direction of the tunnel that would lead to the emergency underground Academy. Shrugging off the chill air, her mouth changed from an anguished frown to a grim line, anxiety filtering back into her mind. All at once, she remembered the big problem: The virus Zim had written had gone haywire and had burned the Academy down. She looked back at the smooth, gray building that was her past punishment, yet knew that now came real punishment. Shaking with fear and cold, she continued on her way.
* * *
Zim examined her side, wincing when she pressed lightly on the black bruise. Tak had had no mercy. She had pierced some flesh, and dark blood was oozing out, staining Zim's uniform.
"Oh joy, now I have a bruise...my Squeedly Spootch hurts! And what's wrong with my arm? Why is it so cold and hard? Oh yeah, it's broken...and it has a metal cast. Heh...heh." She flopped over onto her back, and lay spread eagled for a while, being blinded as she stared at the bright lights on the ceiling. Then she rushed up off the ground, ignoring the pain, for she realized that she had to go to the Academy's underground sector. Plus, she thought, I should try to...catch up with Tak and...set things right... The thought almost made her sick, but she knew what she had to do.
Right as she was about to open the door, she heard a chorus of squeals.
"Shit!" She swung around in the other direction and tore off into the darkness, intent on saying goodbye to the forgotten smeets.
When she entered the room, her antennae were assaulted with the crying of the hundred- something smeets. She covered her antennae as best she could, and decided to wait out the wailing.
When the smeets realized that Zim was there, they immediately quieted. They all looked up at imploringly with their large eyes of all different shapes and colors. Some sniffled pitifully, whimpering and sobbing. Finally one spoke up.
"Why we not have food? Why Tak leave? Why you two yell?" The voice was so weak, so small, Zim almost didn't hear it. Upon closer inspection, she saw that the smeets were all shaking. They were scared.
Zim opened her mouth to speak, yet nothing came out. So instead she kneeled down to the lower-than-knee-high smeets' level and in a shocking display of love and empathy, opened her arms to them. All of them ran into her arms, swarms and swarms off little green bodies against the cloth of her uniform. Zim heard a gasp.
"What happened to you? How did you get hurt?"
Zim looked down at the small child and sighed when she saw the horrified expression on his face as he stared at Zim's bruised side.
"Tak got mad...that's all" Zim explained, meaning to sound soft yet instead sounding angry.
The smeets immediately drew back, wary of Zim's temper. Sighing exasperatedly, she was just about to open her arms once more, when the door burst open.
"YOU COWARD!!" Tak bellowed, panting, chest heaving as a product of over- exertion. She had run as fast as she could all the way back when there had been no sign of Zim. "YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO GO TO THE EMERGENCY ACADEMY TOO YOU KNOW!!" She shrieked. "You really have a lot of nerve to..." She stopped when she saw the smeets fearfully sobbing, tears rolling down their pale mint cheeks, eyes wide and trembling as they were backing away frantically into Zim's arms. Her face immediately fell as she was over come by guilt once more.
"Oh, babies, I'm so sorry...no, no, I won't hurt you...it's okay..." Arms outstretched, she began to slowly walk to them, causing some to emit terrified shrieking.
"Don't hurt us!" Yelled one, beginning to curl up into a shivering ball.
A few valiant ones hardened their hearts and went to the front row of the smeets, determined to protect them at all costs. These ones were intent on becoming soldiers when they were old enough, but until then they were content to protect their peers if needed. One of these future Elite Soldiers spoke up.
"Don't come any closer," She said bravely, strongly despite her shaking. "We don't want any trouble. We don't want anyone to get hurt."
Tak looked crestfallen. "I wouldn't dream of hurting any of-"
" --Not-uuh! You hurt Zim real bad!"
"Yeah! You just lied to us too!"
"They're afraid of you." Explained Zim, quietly, simply, as if finalizing the smeets' feelings. All of the smeets nodded solemnly at this.
Tak was speechless. She had grown so attached to the smeets, had begun to love them, had felt motherly hormones course throughout her body... Then something clicked. She had always wondered why the smeets had no Irken contact, had machines tend to them; but now she suddenly knew why. Because if there were Irkens taking care of them, then the caretakers would have natural hormones within their bodies once again. And those were illegal. Those brought Irkens closer to being able to have children on their own. And if they could do that, then the children wouldn't all be the same, they wouldn't all be mindless drones.
A smile began to creep onto her face. Well, that is, until she remembered an earlier thought: the natural hormones were illegal. Her smile crumpled as fast as it had started when she realized that they would be able to tell through the tests she would undoubtedly take, if not then by smell. Forgetting that she and Zim were fighting, she spoke up.
"Zim we're both really attached to these smeets and even love them and you know that means that we have natural hormones coursing throughout our bodies and you know those are illegal and the other Irkens would be able to tell and then we might go to jail!" She took in a deep breath, for she had rushed that all without pausing or bothering to breathe.
Zim too forgot that she and Tak were fighting when this all soaked in. When comprehension dawned, she slowly stood up, numb with shock and fear. She gulped.
"Oh...no... Two crimes... Each punishable by death... Nooo... This...can't be...happening..." She choked out, almost ready to fall down on her knees. Indeed, her knees began to buckle a bit. "But no! They can't execute us!" She suddenly said, eyes alight with happiness. Tak looked puzzled, so Zim elaborated. "The Tallest have been planning Operation Impending Doom for quite a while now, and it will certainly be soon. We would make fine Elite Soldiers. They couldn't execute us, because they need as many good soldiers as possible. Its perfectly logical; to them, winning is more important than justice." She smiled smugly, swelling with pride.
Tak looked unconvinced. "Zim, you sure are an egotist." She said rather playfully. It seemed as if both of the girls had forgotten the quarrel that had been so heated less than an hour ago.
"Am not." said Zim petulantly. She swatted Tak half-heartedly, causing her bruise to be uncovered. Tak winced when she saw it, remembered that she had caused it. She turned her head to the side, not wanting Zim to see just how very ashamed she was.
"Listen. I'm sorry for getting mad at you for making that virus. You probably wouldn't have written it then without my consent anyway. And I'm really, really sorry for kicking you. I shouldn't have done that." She looked sheepishly up at Zim, eyes filled with shame. She looked a smeet suddenly, apologizing to another for calling it a name and making it cry.
Zim smiled lightly. "Its okay. Really. I understand completely; you actually had every right to be mad at me. And I'm sure you felt worse than I. You probably thought that I was just a bitch like all of your past non- friends. Well, I hope you know now that I'm not. Because I'm not," She grinned. "And I hope you'll sign up to fight in Operation Impending Doom One with me, so we could fight side by side. That would awesome."
This made Tak laugh loudly, happy that Zim had forgiven her.
"Well...since the Tallest probably want to put a gun in the hands of any remotely intelligent Irken being, I'm sure we could both sign up. And maybe get out of execution because of it."
"YES!" exclaimed Zim excitedly. She wanted to show Irk that although she may be a short female, yet that didn't mean that she couldn't be a war hero. She began to fantasize about getting a holiday in her honor.
In the meantime, the Academy's teachers were waiting for the two girls who had been working on the computers the day of the virus's conception that hadn't come yet. As their patience dwindled, their suspicion of them grew.
Well, this is the next chapter of 'Its a Life', the story with a stupid name. Hmm, speaking of that, can anyone help me come up with a new name? I hate the current name...ick. Its so...bad.
Humph. Anyway, this chapter is rather...odd. I don't really know why I wrote it this way. And, frankly, I hate this chapter. So, if you hate it too, I would totally understand you. Things get kind of odd, and in my opinion, very ooc at some points. But please, no matter what, no flames. It took me a while to write this. I worked hard, despite how bad the chapter is, and flames hurt. Not flaming is common courtesy. Don't flame me, or anyone else for that matter.
Okay then. Sorry it took me so long to update. This chapter only took two days to write, but I couldn't write before because...I don't know. I just couldn't. I'll try to update faster next time.
Hmm, I was really sad for a while too, because I had only gotten one review for a while. I thought that I had killed my own story, or that it started to suck. Sure, I'm writing this story for myself, but reviews are nice!
Well, a huuuge thank you to all my reviewers. *GASP!* Oh no! I forgot to give you your humiliated sausages and chicken statues with red, glowing eyes from chapter two! Well, chapter two reviewers, here you go. *Hands you humiliated sausages and chicken statues with red, glowing eyes*
I never said so, but chapter three reviewers are supposed to get Ovaltine and spades, so, here you go! *Pegs you with Ovaltine and spades* THERE!!!
And reviewers for THIS chapter will get...uhh...Herrings (live) and empty Root Beer cans that are strewn about my room! So if you want those things, you'd better review! And review if you don't want them for that matter...
~Fro-Fro
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Even though they had both been tired, Zim and Tak stayed up all night, anxiety reaping their minds with thoughts of meeting the Academy board and getting caught, found guilty, maybe executed...
Their crime was potentially executable for. Zim, while thinking doomy thoughts as the clock seemed to tick much slower than usual, had no idea why Tak was so very quiet that night. Normally, they would be talking and joking in order to relax the atmosphere and ease their minds. In truth, however, currently Tak was silently fuming, and wanted nothing to do with Zim. And with good reason, at least in her opinion. After all, Zim /had/ been the one who implanted the virus in the computer, Zim /had/ been the one to bug Tak the first day of school. So, in Tak's world, therefore Zim should be punished and not her.
"Hey, maybe we should say goodbye to the smeets...?" Zim suggested, in an attempt to break the silence.
"WE?! What do you mean we?! As in we should do something together?? NO! Every time we do something 'together' you always screw it up! Plus, its not like the smeets actually /like/ you. They like me better, obviously. The only thing you do is call them names and go berserk in front of the poor things!" Tak screamed, tears of ineffable, almost unjustified rage in the corners of her amethyst eyes that were bright with an inner fire. Zim was silent, surprised at Tak's rage. She narrowed her eyes, and gave Tak a death glare, not allowing to show just how hurt she just was.
"Are you mocking me Zim?? Are you mocking me?? Answer me!!" Tak demanded, gritting her teeth. Zim stayed silent. She couldn't open her mouth, for she feared that she wouldn't be able to hold in her emotions right now. Instead, she was screaming inside at herself, berating herself for losing her best friend, her first friend...her only friend. Mind screaming with agony, she looked more helpless than she ever had. Face now stony, eyes unseeing, she slowly rose off of her bed and walked out of the room, leaving a furious Tak in her wake. For but a moment, Tak's face seemed to shine with remorse; it quickly dissipated however, when she saw Zim slam the door shut behind her. She now thought that Zim was just a regular bitch, like all of her past 'friends', and didn't deserve her guilt or friendship.
Zim walked down the hall, numb with remorse. Tak had every right to be mad at her. She had gotten them both in trouble. But she couldn't very well admit to that to Tak. No, she may have been an emotional wreck, but her ego couldn't be hurt like that. She hardened her hearts, and decided that if she must, she would leave life as she knew it, for she wanted to be an Invader, and Invaders needed no one. But she still couldn't shake her feelings off, and finally collapsed on the ground, almost exhausted with the effort of keeping her feelings in check. Holding back tears, allowing them to stay where her hearts were meant to be, she curled up in a little ball and grit her eyes shut. She felt that she couldn't take reality, not now...
...Not ever.
* * *
Tak finally got off her bed, slowly sliding down the slick sheets. At the last second, she stumbled and plopped to the ground, landing hard on her back. Winded, eyes bugging out with the shock of so sudden a fall, she lay there weakly grabbing the air in front of her face, perhaps trying to grasp a solid object that wasn't there with which to pull herself up. After a few minutes or so, she gulped in some sweet air. She got up, brushed herself off carefully, then looked up at her bed and then herself in incredulity, surprised that so short a fall would damage her so much. She mused about this for a while, then realized that it was a stupid thing to be so puzzled about. So she left the room.
She entered the narrow hallway and realized just how long and thin it was for the first time. Maybe it was just because she was alone, maybe not, but for some reason the hallway seemed darker than it ever had, and it seemed as if the shadows of her very mind had taken physical form and were haunting her in an even worse manner. Brushing off the haunted feeling that seemed to take hold of her, anger took its place, and when she came upon the fitfully sleeping form of Zim on the ground, she kicked her viciously in the side, then walked away quickly, just wanting to leave the awful darkness behind. Tak heard Zim groan, and could almost see her beautiful crimson eyes open in confusion, could almost see her examining the bruise that was already blossoming on her side, dangerously close to her rib cage...
The thoughts made her sick. She couldn't think of hurting anyone unless needed. There was no war between them; there was no need to fight. But why had she done it? That was the question on her mind right now. Why? What was the point?
She stopped in the middle of the hallway, her hands curling into useless fists at her side. She opened an eye when she felt a slight breeze ruffle her antennae, and gasped when she realized that she had walked clear out of the Smeetery building and was headed in the direction of the tunnel that would lead to the emergency underground Academy. Shrugging off the chill air, her mouth changed from an anguished frown to a grim line, anxiety filtering back into her mind. All at once, she remembered the big problem: The virus Zim had written had gone haywire and had burned the Academy down. She looked back at the smooth, gray building that was her past punishment, yet knew that now came real punishment. Shaking with fear and cold, she continued on her way.
* * *
Zim examined her side, wincing when she pressed lightly on the black bruise. Tak had had no mercy. She had pierced some flesh, and dark blood was oozing out, staining Zim's uniform.
"Oh joy, now I have a bruise...my Squeedly Spootch hurts! And what's wrong with my arm? Why is it so cold and hard? Oh yeah, it's broken...and it has a metal cast. Heh...heh." She flopped over onto her back, and lay spread eagled for a while, being blinded as she stared at the bright lights on the ceiling. Then she rushed up off the ground, ignoring the pain, for she realized that she had to go to the Academy's underground sector. Plus, she thought, I should try to...catch up with Tak and...set things right... The thought almost made her sick, but she knew what she had to do.
Right as she was about to open the door, she heard a chorus of squeals.
"Shit!" She swung around in the other direction and tore off into the darkness, intent on saying goodbye to the forgotten smeets.
When she entered the room, her antennae were assaulted with the crying of the hundred- something smeets. She covered her antennae as best she could, and decided to wait out the wailing.
When the smeets realized that Zim was there, they immediately quieted. They all looked up at imploringly with their large eyes of all different shapes and colors. Some sniffled pitifully, whimpering and sobbing. Finally one spoke up.
"Why we not have food? Why Tak leave? Why you two yell?" The voice was so weak, so small, Zim almost didn't hear it. Upon closer inspection, she saw that the smeets were all shaking. They were scared.
Zim opened her mouth to speak, yet nothing came out. So instead she kneeled down to the lower-than-knee-high smeets' level and in a shocking display of love and empathy, opened her arms to them. All of them ran into her arms, swarms and swarms off little green bodies against the cloth of her uniform. Zim heard a gasp.
"What happened to you? How did you get hurt?"
Zim looked down at the small child and sighed when she saw the horrified expression on his face as he stared at Zim's bruised side.
"Tak got mad...that's all" Zim explained, meaning to sound soft yet instead sounding angry.
The smeets immediately drew back, wary of Zim's temper. Sighing exasperatedly, she was just about to open her arms once more, when the door burst open.
"YOU COWARD!!" Tak bellowed, panting, chest heaving as a product of over- exertion. She had run as fast as she could all the way back when there had been no sign of Zim. "YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO GO TO THE EMERGENCY ACADEMY TOO YOU KNOW!!" She shrieked. "You really have a lot of nerve to..." She stopped when she saw the smeets fearfully sobbing, tears rolling down their pale mint cheeks, eyes wide and trembling as they were backing away frantically into Zim's arms. Her face immediately fell as she was over come by guilt once more.
"Oh, babies, I'm so sorry...no, no, I won't hurt you...it's okay..." Arms outstretched, she began to slowly walk to them, causing some to emit terrified shrieking.
"Don't hurt us!" Yelled one, beginning to curl up into a shivering ball.
A few valiant ones hardened their hearts and went to the front row of the smeets, determined to protect them at all costs. These ones were intent on becoming soldiers when they were old enough, but until then they were content to protect their peers if needed. One of these future Elite Soldiers spoke up.
"Don't come any closer," She said bravely, strongly despite her shaking. "We don't want any trouble. We don't want anyone to get hurt."
Tak looked crestfallen. "I wouldn't dream of hurting any of-"
" --Not-uuh! You hurt Zim real bad!"
"Yeah! You just lied to us too!"
"They're afraid of you." Explained Zim, quietly, simply, as if finalizing the smeets' feelings. All of the smeets nodded solemnly at this.
Tak was speechless. She had grown so attached to the smeets, had begun to love them, had felt motherly hormones course throughout her body... Then something clicked. She had always wondered why the smeets had no Irken contact, had machines tend to them; but now she suddenly knew why. Because if there were Irkens taking care of them, then the caretakers would have natural hormones within their bodies once again. And those were illegal. Those brought Irkens closer to being able to have children on their own. And if they could do that, then the children wouldn't all be the same, they wouldn't all be mindless drones.
A smile began to creep onto her face. Well, that is, until she remembered an earlier thought: the natural hormones were illegal. Her smile crumpled as fast as it had started when she realized that they would be able to tell through the tests she would undoubtedly take, if not then by smell. Forgetting that she and Zim were fighting, she spoke up.
"Zim we're both really attached to these smeets and even love them and you know that means that we have natural hormones coursing throughout our bodies and you know those are illegal and the other Irkens would be able to tell and then we might go to jail!" She took in a deep breath, for she had rushed that all without pausing or bothering to breathe.
Zim too forgot that she and Tak were fighting when this all soaked in. When comprehension dawned, she slowly stood up, numb with shock and fear. She gulped.
"Oh...no... Two crimes... Each punishable by death... Nooo... This...can't be...happening..." She choked out, almost ready to fall down on her knees. Indeed, her knees began to buckle a bit. "But no! They can't execute us!" She suddenly said, eyes alight with happiness. Tak looked puzzled, so Zim elaborated. "The Tallest have been planning Operation Impending Doom for quite a while now, and it will certainly be soon. We would make fine Elite Soldiers. They couldn't execute us, because they need as many good soldiers as possible. Its perfectly logical; to them, winning is more important than justice." She smiled smugly, swelling with pride.
Tak looked unconvinced. "Zim, you sure are an egotist." She said rather playfully. It seemed as if both of the girls had forgotten the quarrel that had been so heated less than an hour ago.
"Am not." said Zim petulantly. She swatted Tak half-heartedly, causing her bruise to be uncovered. Tak winced when she saw it, remembered that she had caused it. She turned her head to the side, not wanting Zim to see just how very ashamed she was.
"Listen. I'm sorry for getting mad at you for making that virus. You probably wouldn't have written it then without my consent anyway. And I'm really, really sorry for kicking you. I shouldn't have done that." She looked sheepishly up at Zim, eyes filled with shame. She looked a smeet suddenly, apologizing to another for calling it a name and making it cry.
Zim smiled lightly. "Its okay. Really. I understand completely; you actually had every right to be mad at me. And I'm sure you felt worse than I. You probably thought that I was just a bitch like all of your past non- friends. Well, I hope you know now that I'm not. Because I'm not," She grinned. "And I hope you'll sign up to fight in Operation Impending Doom One with me, so we could fight side by side. That would awesome."
This made Tak laugh loudly, happy that Zim had forgiven her.
"Well...since the Tallest probably want to put a gun in the hands of any remotely intelligent Irken being, I'm sure we could both sign up. And maybe get out of execution because of it."
"YES!" exclaimed Zim excitedly. She wanted to show Irk that although she may be a short female, yet that didn't mean that she couldn't be a war hero. She began to fantasize about getting a holiday in her honor.
In the meantime, the Academy's teachers were waiting for the two girls who had been working on the computers the day of the virus's conception that hadn't come yet. As their patience dwindled, their suspicion of them grew.
