Author's Note: Whee! Another chapter up! I like it when I write good chapters. Sorry last one was so short. I have nothing much else to say. I'll try making this chapter extra funny for you guys.
Never mind. It won't be that funny. I am not good at making funny stories.
I realized something in writing this chapter... it's hard to make things funny. Think of it as a situational comedy or something. ;.;
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"...Zim?"
Dib was weirded out. First off, Zim wasn't wearing his disguise. Secondly, his eyes were blank and dull instead of cunning and shiny. Third, Zim was wearing this weird outfit. He was wearing a bunch of belts. Seriously. That was the outfit. Just lots of straps. There was a knife attached to a belt near his waist. He still had the gloves and boots, Dib was grateful just for a bit of his old outfit. It made things more familiar.
Zim started slinking toward Dib like a cat, slow but graceful and sure. "Wormbaby... have you realized that you'll never beat me?"
Dib noticed that his back was to a wall and he was trapped. "Zim, what the hell are you doing?" Zim just kept coming toward him.
"You're weak Dib-Human. And that's why I always come out on top." Zim was so close to Dib, Dib could hear his many hearts beat.
And then Zim did something Dib never expected. His mouth slid over Dib's and started to tongue him.
Dib was in a serious moral dilemia. (A/N: I CAN'T SPELL!) Kiss the alien, or push him away? Dib compromised and didn't do anything.
Zim drew back surprised. "Dib, you're supposed to be doing this back. Or is the amazing company of Zim not good enough for you?" Dib's eyes widened when Zim's hands started fondling his jewels.
That was enough to cause Dib to push Zim away on to the floor. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING ZIM???"
Zim landed on his head, and laid still for a second. Then his eyes opened, and his eyes were shiny, bright, and angry. "DIB HUMAN! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?"
"WHAT HAVE I DONE? You just molested me!" Dib snapped.
"Molested? Tell me of this molestation!"
Dib shook his head. This couldn't be real. "I don't know what happened to you Zim to make you that perverted, but there is lots of whores that dig that shit."
Zim blinked, and Dib realized that he didn't understand anything that he said.
"You were acting REALLY freaky Zim"
Zim glared at Dib angrily. "I, Zim, is not freaky, but a perfectly normal wormbaby."
There was a screw loose somewhere, and it wasn't Dib's. Suddenly, Dib realized he had nothing to say. It was all too much. "See ya Zim. We'll have a real battle sometime soon"
His balloon deflated, Dib went home. The most horrible thing about what happened with Zim, was that it felt GOOD.
If it only had be Amara doing that... But still, one tiny part of him liked what Zim was doing. And wanted it again. From Zim, not Amara.
Dib ignored the darkness inside of him and went inside his house. Gaz was watching TV, figures. He sat down next to her, earning a glare. "What do you want? Me to listen to your stupid plans on how to stop Zim and his horrible rodents of doom?"
Gaz went back to watching TV when he didn't respond. An hour later, she shook with rage and picked him up by his shirt. "What the hell is the matter with you?
When he remained silent, Gaz threw him to the floor. "Fine, don't tell me, but tommorrow at school, I'll say that you and Zim are screwing each other."
Dib grabbed Gaz suddenly, his anger at himself flaring out like explosion of fire. He reached out for Gaz's neck, but she caught his arm in mid grab and threw him down. Boy. Dib's a wuss ain't he?
"I know you Dib, and you aren't acting freaky. There's something wrong with that. You have the ability to speak or get your brains plowed out, which is it?" Gaz's aura of evil seemed to be getting bigger than it was as elementary school.
He swallowed. "Something happened, nothing important."
Gaz looked down on him. "It better damn well be nothing."
"It is."
Never mind. It won't be that funny. I am not good at making funny stories.
I realized something in writing this chapter... it's hard to make things funny. Think of it as a situational comedy or something. ;.;
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"...Zim?"
Dib was weirded out. First off, Zim wasn't wearing his disguise. Secondly, his eyes were blank and dull instead of cunning and shiny. Third, Zim was wearing this weird outfit. He was wearing a bunch of belts. Seriously. That was the outfit. Just lots of straps. There was a knife attached to a belt near his waist. He still had the gloves and boots, Dib was grateful just for a bit of his old outfit. It made things more familiar.
Zim started slinking toward Dib like a cat, slow but graceful and sure. "Wormbaby... have you realized that you'll never beat me?"
Dib noticed that his back was to a wall and he was trapped. "Zim, what the hell are you doing?" Zim just kept coming toward him.
"You're weak Dib-Human. And that's why I always come out on top." Zim was so close to Dib, Dib could hear his many hearts beat.
And then Zim did something Dib never expected. His mouth slid over Dib's and started to tongue him.
Dib was in a serious moral dilemia. (A/N: I CAN'T SPELL!) Kiss the alien, or push him away? Dib compromised and didn't do anything.
Zim drew back surprised. "Dib, you're supposed to be doing this back. Or is the amazing company of Zim not good enough for you?" Dib's eyes widened when Zim's hands started fondling his jewels.
That was enough to cause Dib to push Zim away on to the floor. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING ZIM???"
Zim landed on his head, and laid still for a second. Then his eyes opened, and his eyes were shiny, bright, and angry. "DIB HUMAN! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?"
"WHAT HAVE I DONE? You just molested me!" Dib snapped.
"Molested? Tell me of this molestation!"
Dib shook his head. This couldn't be real. "I don't know what happened to you Zim to make you that perverted, but there is lots of whores that dig that shit."
Zim blinked, and Dib realized that he didn't understand anything that he said.
"You were acting REALLY freaky Zim"
Zim glared at Dib angrily. "I, Zim, is not freaky, but a perfectly normal wormbaby."
There was a screw loose somewhere, and it wasn't Dib's. Suddenly, Dib realized he had nothing to say. It was all too much. "See ya Zim. We'll have a real battle sometime soon"
His balloon deflated, Dib went home. The most horrible thing about what happened with Zim, was that it felt GOOD.
If it only had be Amara doing that... But still, one tiny part of him liked what Zim was doing. And wanted it again. From Zim, not Amara.
Dib ignored the darkness inside of him and went inside his house. Gaz was watching TV, figures. He sat down next to her, earning a glare. "What do you want? Me to listen to your stupid plans on how to stop Zim and his horrible rodents of doom?"
Gaz went back to watching TV when he didn't respond. An hour later, she shook with rage and picked him up by his shirt. "What the hell is the matter with you?
When he remained silent, Gaz threw him to the floor. "Fine, don't tell me, but tommorrow at school, I'll say that you and Zim are screwing each other."
Dib grabbed Gaz suddenly, his anger at himself flaring out like explosion of fire. He reached out for Gaz's neck, but she caught his arm in mid grab and threw him down. Boy. Dib's a wuss ain't he?
"I know you Dib, and you aren't acting freaky. There's something wrong with that. You have the ability to speak or get your brains plowed out, which is it?" Gaz's aura of evil seemed to be getting bigger than it was as elementary school.
He swallowed. "Something happened, nothing important."
Gaz looked down on him. "It better damn well be nothing."
"It is."