Author's Note:
Boy. It's been a long time since I wrote anything. Oh well. I'm gonna try and actually stick with it. Hopefully I will get lots of reviews. Not to be review steally, but they help me focus. Let's me know what I can do. I like a challenge. I'll shut up with the mushy stuff. Onward toward the story!
And the braid is supposed to be scary. You see the name? I meant that for to be a quote in the story. I don't think Zim would ever have long silky hair, so I put it on Dib. I don't know what I am thinking.
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Dib screamed, being strapped to an autopsy table was the last thing he wanted to happen. It was a bit ironic really. Zim should have been the one bound onto a big flat table full of metal things.
A shadow was cast over him. A short shadow. With magenta, I mean RED eyes, and a pink dress, I mean uniform.
"ZIM! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE VICE VERSA!"
"I know not of this... vice versa of your speaking, but I must perform a get a skin sample from you. And then I WILL RULE!" Zim ranted.
"A skin sample? How's THAT gonna help you take over humanity?" Dib asked in irritation.
"Your questions are not of use to me. BEWARE!" Zim took out an evil looking knife and sliced a little bit of Dib's arm off. He picked up the bit of skin up with tongs and placed them in a little ziploc baggy.
Dib blinked. His arm hurt, but nothing else. He wriggled out of the binds and walked out. Next, he ran up to the above of the base. What ever it was... it probably wouldn't work. So Dib might as well run fast and hope he was on time for his date.
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Zim was pleased. He had found a skin sample. He typed in some stuffs, and placed the skin inside a little thingie for it. WHAT? Good vocabulary? Go to some OTHER story.
The computer handed a thin glass vial to Zim, who promptly drank it. And then all went black and spookyish.
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Dib was sitting under the tree with Amara. She had giggled when she saw him race up red faced and puffing to meet her. At first, Dib felt humiliated, but when he looked into Amara's deep brown eyes, he saw not haughtiness or vainity, but a happiness deep within. This spread to him, and he grinned. But then Amara's eyes flicked over him, and lost their shine.
"What happened to your arm?" she grabbed his arm tenderly and held it as if it were a sick child. "Did you do it yourself? Why?"
Dib tried yanking his arm out of her grasp and failed. "I was at Zim's house, you know the green kid, and he cut me because he wanted a skin sample."
Amara tilted her thickly bespectled head, "Is he some kind of scientist or something? Is that what he wants to be?"
Dib shrugged, he had learned long ago telling people Zim was an alien invader bent to destroy the world was useless, "I guess you could say that."
Amara accepted the reply and gave Dib a sandwich. "You probably are hungry, I made these for us."
Surprised, Dib took the sandwich. "Thanks. You know, you're not like the other kids, you're nice. I enjoy that in a person."
"You're not like other kids either Dib. It's cool that you are different." Amara took a bite and then swallowed it. "It would have been boring to date some jock head who didn't care how I feel. But you, you're different, and that means you will understand what we both need." Amara leaned her head onto Dib's chest. "I'm glad you took me out."
"I am too." Was the only sentence Dib could squeak out. Was this really happening to him? This cute girl, leaning her head on him, liked him! It was a dream come true! If only it would work out. Dib felt like he was betraying something, but couldn't think of anything.
An hour later, Dib walked Amara home. He found out that she liked animals, writing, and communing with nature. She was a normal girl. Dib was refreshed by her happiness, and felt as if he was floating. This girl was normal! A break from the creepy, the strange, and the preternatural. Nothing could be better!
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Boy. It's been a long time since I wrote anything. Oh well. I'm gonna try and actually stick with it. Hopefully I will get lots of reviews. Not to be review steally, but they help me focus. Let's me know what I can do. I like a challenge. I'll shut up with the mushy stuff. Onward toward the story!
And the braid is supposed to be scary. You see the name? I meant that for to be a quote in the story. I don't think Zim would ever have long silky hair, so I put it on Dib. I don't know what I am thinking.
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Dib screamed, being strapped to an autopsy table was the last thing he wanted to happen. It was a bit ironic really. Zim should have been the one bound onto a big flat table full of metal things.
A shadow was cast over him. A short shadow. With magenta, I mean RED eyes, and a pink dress, I mean uniform.
"ZIM! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE VICE VERSA!"
"I know not of this... vice versa of your speaking, but I must perform a get a skin sample from you. And then I WILL RULE!" Zim ranted.
"A skin sample? How's THAT gonna help you take over humanity?" Dib asked in irritation.
"Your questions are not of use to me. BEWARE!" Zim took out an evil looking knife and sliced a little bit of Dib's arm off. He picked up the bit of skin up with tongs and placed them in a little ziploc baggy.
Dib blinked. His arm hurt, but nothing else. He wriggled out of the binds and walked out. Next, he ran up to the above of the base. What ever it was... it probably wouldn't work. So Dib might as well run fast and hope he was on time for his date.
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Zim was pleased. He had found a skin sample. He typed in some stuffs, and placed the skin inside a little thingie for it. WHAT? Good vocabulary? Go to some OTHER story.
The computer handed a thin glass vial to Zim, who promptly drank it. And then all went black and spookyish.
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Dib was sitting under the tree with Amara. She had giggled when she saw him race up red faced and puffing to meet her. At first, Dib felt humiliated, but when he looked into Amara's deep brown eyes, he saw not haughtiness or vainity, but a happiness deep within. This spread to him, and he grinned. But then Amara's eyes flicked over him, and lost their shine.
"What happened to your arm?" she grabbed his arm tenderly and held it as if it were a sick child. "Did you do it yourself? Why?"
Dib tried yanking his arm out of her grasp and failed. "I was at Zim's house, you know the green kid, and he cut me because he wanted a skin sample."
Amara tilted her thickly bespectled head, "Is he some kind of scientist or something? Is that what he wants to be?"
Dib shrugged, he had learned long ago telling people Zim was an alien invader bent to destroy the world was useless, "I guess you could say that."
Amara accepted the reply and gave Dib a sandwich. "You probably are hungry, I made these for us."
Surprised, Dib took the sandwich. "Thanks. You know, you're not like the other kids, you're nice. I enjoy that in a person."
"You're not like other kids either Dib. It's cool that you are different." Amara took a bite and then swallowed it. "It would have been boring to date some jock head who didn't care how I feel. But you, you're different, and that means you will understand what we both need." Amara leaned her head onto Dib's chest. "I'm glad you took me out."
"I am too." Was the only sentence Dib could squeak out. Was this really happening to him? This cute girl, leaning her head on him, liked him! It was a dream come true! If only it would work out. Dib felt like he was betraying something, but couldn't think of anything.
An hour later, Dib walked Amara home. He found out that she liked animals, writing, and communing with nature. She was a normal girl. Dib was refreshed by her happiness, and felt as if he was floating. This girl was normal! A break from the creepy, the strange, and the preternatural. Nothing could be better!
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