Rogue's Not-So-Secret Admirer
Chapter One: Unexpected Arrival
Deep in the lower levels of the freakishly deformed base, the two invaders known as Rogue and Zim were busy on various experiments and things like that. In the far background, Zim's "broken" SIR swung from the ceiling wires, squealing wildly.
At a large, wide metal table, Zim and Rogue were perfecting their treatment with sodium chloride. They neared competition for a safe, balanced formula for Irken induced growth. So far...
"......OKAY! I think I got it!" Zim announced. He held up a tube of cloudy white liquid. Rogue took the vial and gazed at it for a moment.
"Who's gonna test this batch?" She asked, looking at Zim. The last few didn't fair well with both of them.
The first few, which Zim tested on himself, first caused him to grow five inches in five seconds, but then back down to his normal height in two seconds flat. The few after that, Rogue tested and she didn't last thirty seconds with two extra inches of growth. With ALL the failure, they still felt they almost had it.
"...I'll do it." Zim took the liquid and drank it down in three gulps. He stood there, nothing happening at first, Rogue waiting with crossed fingers. Another ten seconds or so passed, and still nothing. Zim suddenly grew irritated.
"...GRRRAAAHHHHHHH!!" He threw the glass tube across the room, unknowingly beanin' Gir in the head. The SIR wasn't even bothered by it.
"CURSE THIS PLANET AND IT'S HARD-TO-WORK-WITH CHEM-"
Suddenly, Zim's body trembled a bit. He looked down to see his feet, just is feet, burst through his boots in spontaneous growth. Rogue showed another hopeful face, but the spurt only lasted for a mere three seconds. Zim's feet slowly returned to their original size.
"...Another failure." Rogue said with a frown. Gir then jumped from the ceiling and landed in front of his Master and his exposed feet. He stared at them for a few seconds.
"......AAHHHHH!! YOUR FEET IS NAKED!!" The robot pointed and started his insane little laughing. It wasn't long before Rogue too couldn't hold it in, and was laughing along with the SIR unit. Zim stood there, bare feet, and grew angry.
"ENOUGH ALREADY!!" The alien shouted. "This isn't a time for giggling and chuckle! We've FAILED again in finding the right amount of "SALT"."
Rogue stopped with the "giggle". "...Your right...but it WAS funny." Gir chuckled and bellowed even louder.
After grumbling something under his breath, Zim turned and walked off, to grab another pair of boots for his "naked" feet.
After Rogue finished laughing, she wiped a tear from her eye and looked at the time on one of the lab walls. It was nearly to Skool time. "You better hurry up, Zim. It's almost time to go."
"I am aware of that!" He shouted back, like he knew that already.
A few minutes past before Zim came walking out with a new pair of black boots dressing his feet. He looked at Gir, still giggling under his breath.
Suddenly, the computer's main sensor system switched on, turning the Irken's attention to the computer screen. It showed them a grid of the Earth and a little red dot coming into the planet's atmosphere.
"…What is that??" Rogue said looking at the screen.
"Computer, what is that approaching the planet?" Zim asked.
The computer answered, "…My sensors are detecting that it is a ship of Irken origins. But I cannot detect what type it is. Ship type unknown…"
"Unknown? But it's a Irken ship?" Zim asked himself.
"Another one?" Rogue said. "…What if…?"
Zim looked at Rogue and understood what she meant. "A spy! The Tallest are still looking for me! …And you!"
Rogue gave him a blank look before saying anything to that. "…Yeees, that might be likely…" She walked over to the computer and typed something onto the screen and waited a moment.
Outside on the roof of the base, a small shaft opened on the side of the purple roof and a mini monitor shot up into the sky.
Back in the base, the screen now showed a clear picture of the unexpected visitor. It was a quick glance before the ship disappeared in the far background.
Zim stood with a perplexed look. "…What did you just do??"
"I launched a camera to get a better look." Rogue answered.
"…We have those?" Zim said.
"…Yeah."
{Insert awkward silence here}
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Later at skool, class was about to begin. Zim and Rogue were there too, even though they really wanted to stay home at find out more about that ship. However, they have been tardy for the past week, working day and night on the salt mixture. One more delayed day might put suspicion in the skool humans and children.
Rogue and Zim shifted nervously in their seats. They knew another Irken had landed, and he or she was going to come here, there was no doubt about that. The first place to go would be the standard learning construction of the planet.
A paper fluttered under the door, and in an instant, Ms. Bitters was at the door. After quickly reading it over, she announced,
"Children, please welcome the newest DOOMED member of this pitifully DOOMED classroom…Greg" The door opened and Greg slowly walked in. He had messy brown hair that stuck out in all directions. His light gray eyes darted nervously around the classroom. He wore a white and green striped shirt, black gloves, and blue jeans. A pair of jet-black boots stuck out from underneath the jeans. He also carried a red bag. He didn't look like anybody that would try to hurt someone, in fact, he looked kind of shy and scared, but you can never be to sure.
"Greg, if you want to say anything, say it now, because after this, consider yourself a MUTE, got that!? Your seat will be next to Rogue." Ms. Bitters hissed, pointing at an empty seat. Greg cringed at Ms. Bitters rasping voice, but he quickly regained his composure.
He nodded and said nervously, "Umm…hi, my name's Greg, and I…" He shuffled his feet, and walked toward his desk.
Dib suddenly leaned out from his desk and said, "Be careful around Zim and Rogue!" He said, with his face three inches away from Greg's, "Those two are actually aliens trying to take over the Earth!"
Greg cast a strange look at Dib, and once again moved towards his chair. He climbed into his seat and gave Rogue a weird look. Shifting his attention forward, he saw Zim staring coldly back at him. He glanced back over at Rogue and shuddered at the glare she was giving him.
Dib looked at Zim and Rogue and noticed they were both staring at the new kid, 'Okay…that's a little suspicious…' he thought.
~As the bell rang for lunch, Greg followed the flood of children. Zim and Rogue stayed behind, watching as Greg walked down the hall to where everyone else was running.
"We'd better keep an eye on him…" Rogue said to Zim. "The Tallest think I'm dead and they're still scared of you. We want to keep it that way."
"Yes, but I don't get it. He's not like any spy I've ever encountered, even though the Dib human has no suspicion of him being an alien, he isn't up to standards." Zim said, glancing curiously at Greg as he slowly walked to lunch.
"You're talking about standards?" Rogue asked with a small smirk.
In the lunchroom, Greg stood quietly in the lunch line, holding his tray as the lunch lady plopped some Meatloaf "Surprise" on it. Greg looked at it quizzically, shrugged, and took a seat…next to Dib.
Zim was furious, "How can an Irken actually let himself be near one of those stinking humans? The mere thought of it makes me all…sicky."
They watched as Greg slowly took a small forkful of the slop, and hesitantly ate it. Zim and Rogue almost lost it right there, an Irken eating this garbage? They looked back at Greg, whose face had turned slightly green. Making sure nobody noticed, Greg quickly walked over to the trash and dumped the rest of his lunch.
The two aliens continued to watch Greg all day, always making sure that he wasn't watching them, of course, Rogue only had to glare at him to make him look away, (That look will scare anybody). At recess, Greg avoided the other students; he just sat by himself drawing and talking to what looked like a small tape recorder, but nobody seemed to notice.
At the end of Skool, Rogue watched as Greg crept down the steps, she pulled Zim aside and said, "I'll follow him and see what he's up to. I'm less likely to get noticed."
"Just be careful," Zim said. Greg walked by them, and Rogue nodded, and quickly chased him. Unknown to the Irkens, a lone figure stood in the shadows, watching Rogue follow Greg, and Zim walking off the other way. It was Dib.
"What on earth is she up to?" Dib said to himself, "Why is she following..." His face grew shocked and fearful. "She's going to abduct him! I knew they were up to something! I have to save Greg!"
Greg walked down the sidewalk, carrying his books, when he thought he saw something moving out of the corner of his eye. He stopped and quickly looked behind him. A chill went up his spine, but he continued walking home. Suddenly, there it was again! He quickened his pace, not noticing Rogue hiding in the tree above him. She looked down at him, knowing that he could tell he was being watched. She could fry him right here and now, and that would be the end of it, or she could capture him, and they could get information out of him. She was about to jump, till a baseball hit her right in the stomach. She lost her balance, and fell out of the tree with a loud THUD! She landed on the sidewalk. Looking up, she came face to face with Dib, grinning and tossing another ball up and down.
"YOU!" Rogue shouted.
"Messed up your big plan, didn't I?" Dib sneered, "I know what you and Zim have been up to, I saw you watching Greg, just waiting for the right moment to grab him." By now, Greg had heard the yelling and had literally walked right up to the two arguing students, both who seemed oblivious to his presence.
"What do you mean, "grab" him, you idiot!?" Rogue yelled, staring angrily at Dib, who stared right back. "What empty thing in that overgrowth head of your-"
"Don't play dumb with me! You and Zim were watching Greg all day! You were going to capture him! I knew you alien…FREAKS were up to something!"
Apparently, "FREAKS" was the last straw, because Rogue snatched Dib with one hand, and slammed him into the tree. Not noticing a wide-eyed Greg standing there, her other arm flashed a crimson color, and she pointed it at Dib, who was trembling like a leaf. Dib fainted, slumping like a rag doll in Rogue's grip. Seeming satisfied with what she just did, she let go of him and stared in disgust at his limp form.
Greg gave Rogue a strange and suspicious look, "You're definitely not human…are you?" Rogue whipped sideways, realizing he had seen the whole thing.
"As for you…." She said coldly, Greg never let her finish, because he high tailed it, dropping his books and bag, and in seconds, was over the hill. Greg was a fast runner. When you have creatures or people that want to kill and/or chasing you, you usually run faster. Rogue didn't chase him though; she was picking up Greg's stuff.
At the lab:
Gir sat in the living room, watching the "Twenty-five and a half hour Angry Monkey Show Marathon" He looked cutely up from the TV and yelled " MASTER! ROGUE IS HOME!" Then he went back to watching TV and eating cheese. Rogue walked to the elevator and went down into the lab.
"So, what is he here for?" Zim asked, while creating another batch of the salt solution.
"I would have captured him and brought him here, but the Dib human interfered again. Are you sure we couldn't have accidentally left him on the Massive?" Rogue asked, getting more and more annoyed with the human.
"Curse that Dib worm!" Zim yelled out loud like he always did when ranting about Dib.
"I did manage to get these though," Rogue said, setting the books and Greg's bag on a table. The books were the Skool textbooks, except for one; it was a sketchbook, filled with sketches of different worlds, animals, and other sorts. But, the sketch that was most noticeable was a very, very old drawing…of Rogue.
Chapter One: Unexpected Arrival
Deep in the lower levels of the freakishly deformed base, the two invaders known as Rogue and Zim were busy on various experiments and things like that. In the far background, Zim's "broken" SIR swung from the ceiling wires, squealing wildly.
At a large, wide metal table, Zim and Rogue were perfecting their treatment with sodium chloride. They neared competition for a safe, balanced formula for Irken induced growth. So far...
"......OKAY! I think I got it!" Zim announced. He held up a tube of cloudy white liquid. Rogue took the vial and gazed at it for a moment.
"Who's gonna test this batch?" She asked, looking at Zim. The last few didn't fair well with both of them.
The first few, which Zim tested on himself, first caused him to grow five inches in five seconds, but then back down to his normal height in two seconds flat. The few after that, Rogue tested and she didn't last thirty seconds with two extra inches of growth. With ALL the failure, they still felt they almost had it.
"...I'll do it." Zim took the liquid and drank it down in three gulps. He stood there, nothing happening at first, Rogue waiting with crossed fingers. Another ten seconds or so passed, and still nothing. Zim suddenly grew irritated.
"...GRRRAAAHHHHHHH!!" He threw the glass tube across the room, unknowingly beanin' Gir in the head. The SIR wasn't even bothered by it.
"CURSE THIS PLANET AND IT'S HARD-TO-WORK-WITH CHEM-"
Suddenly, Zim's body trembled a bit. He looked down to see his feet, just is feet, burst through his boots in spontaneous growth. Rogue showed another hopeful face, but the spurt only lasted for a mere three seconds. Zim's feet slowly returned to their original size.
"...Another failure." Rogue said with a frown. Gir then jumped from the ceiling and landed in front of his Master and his exposed feet. He stared at them for a few seconds.
"......AAHHHHH!! YOUR FEET IS NAKED!!" The robot pointed and started his insane little laughing. It wasn't long before Rogue too couldn't hold it in, and was laughing along with the SIR unit. Zim stood there, bare feet, and grew angry.
"ENOUGH ALREADY!!" The alien shouted. "This isn't a time for giggling and chuckle! We've FAILED again in finding the right amount of "SALT"."
Rogue stopped with the "giggle". "...Your right...but it WAS funny." Gir chuckled and bellowed even louder.
After grumbling something under his breath, Zim turned and walked off, to grab another pair of boots for his "naked" feet.
After Rogue finished laughing, she wiped a tear from her eye and looked at the time on one of the lab walls. It was nearly to Skool time. "You better hurry up, Zim. It's almost time to go."
"I am aware of that!" He shouted back, like he knew that already.
A few minutes past before Zim came walking out with a new pair of black boots dressing his feet. He looked at Gir, still giggling under his breath.
Suddenly, the computer's main sensor system switched on, turning the Irken's attention to the computer screen. It showed them a grid of the Earth and a little red dot coming into the planet's atmosphere.
"…What is that??" Rogue said looking at the screen.
"Computer, what is that approaching the planet?" Zim asked.
The computer answered, "…My sensors are detecting that it is a ship of Irken origins. But I cannot detect what type it is. Ship type unknown…"
"Unknown? But it's a Irken ship?" Zim asked himself.
"Another one?" Rogue said. "…What if…?"
Zim looked at Rogue and understood what she meant. "A spy! The Tallest are still looking for me! …And you!"
Rogue gave him a blank look before saying anything to that. "…Yeees, that might be likely…" She walked over to the computer and typed something onto the screen and waited a moment.
Outside on the roof of the base, a small shaft opened on the side of the purple roof and a mini monitor shot up into the sky.
Back in the base, the screen now showed a clear picture of the unexpected visitor. It was a quick glance before the ship disappeared in the far background.
Zim stood with a perplexed look. "…What did you just do??"
"I launched a camera to get a better look." Rogue answered.
"…We have those?" Zim said.
"…Yeah."
{Insert awkward silence here}
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Later at skool, class was about to begin. Zim and Rogue were there too, even though they really wanted to stay home at find out more about that ship. However, they have been tardy for the past week, working day and night on the salt mixture. One more delayed day might put suspicion in the skool humans and children.
Rogue and Zim shifted nervously in their seats. They knew another Irken had landed, and he or she was going to come here, there was no doubt about that. The first place to go would be the standard learning construction of the planet.
A paper fluttered under the door, and in an instant, Ms. Bitters was at the door. After quickly reading it over, she announced,
"Children, please welcome the newest DOOMED member of this pitifully DOOMED classroom…Greg" The door opened and Greg slowly walked in. He had messy brown hair that stuck out in all directions. His light gray eyes darted nervously around the classroom. He wore a white and green striped shirt, black gloves, and blue jeans. A pair of jet-black boots stuck out from underneath the jeans. He also carried a red bag. He didn't look like anybody that would try to hurt someone, in fact, he looked kind of shy and scared, but you can never be to sure.
"Greg, if you want to say anything, say it now, because after this, consider yourself a MUTE, got that!? Your seat will be next to Rogue." Ms. Bitters hissed, pointing at an empty seat. Greg cringed at Ms. Bitters rasping voice, but he quickly regained his composure.
He nodded and said nervously, "Umm…hi, my name's Greg, and I…" He shuffled his feet, and walked toward his desk.
Dib suddenly leaned out from his desk and said, "Be careful around Zim and Rogue!" He said, with his face three inches away from Greg's, "Those two are actually aliens trying to take over the Earth!"
Greg cast a strange look at Dib, and once again moved towards his chair. He climbed into his seat and gave Rogue a weird look. Shifting his attention forward, he saw Zim staring coldly back at him. He glanced back over at Rogue and shuddered at the glare she was giving him.
Dib looked at Zim and Rogue and noticed they were both staring at the new kid, 'Okay…that's a little suspicious…' he thought.
~As the bell rang for lunch, Greg followed the flood of children. Zim and Rogue stayed behind, watching as Greg walked down the hall to where everyone else was running.
"We'd better keep an eye on him…" Rogue said to Zim. "The Tallest think I'm dead and they're still scared of you. We want to keep it that way."
"Yes, but I don't get it. He's not like any spy I've ever encountered, even though the Dib human has no suspicion of him being an alien, he isn't up to standards." Zim said, glancing curiously at Greg as he slowly walked to lunch.
"You're talking about standards?" Rogue asked with a small smirk.
In the lunchroom, Greg stood quietly in the lunch line, holding his tray as the lunch lady plopped some Meatloaf "Surprise" on it. Greg looked at it quizzically, shrugged, and took a seat…next to Dib.
Zim was furious, "How can an Irken actually let himself be near one of those stinking humans? The mere thought of it makes me all…sicky."
They watched as Greg slowly took a small forkful of the slop, and hesitantly ate it. Zim and Rogue almost lost it right there, an Irken eating this garbage? They looked back at Greg, whose face had turned slightly green. Making sure nobody noticed, Greg quickly walked over to the trash and dumped the rest of his lunch.
The two aliens continued to watch Greg all day, always making sure that he wasn't watching them, of course, Rogue only had to glare at him to make him look away, (That look will scare anybody). At recess, Greg avoided the other students; he just sat by himself drawing and talking to what looked like a small tape recorder, but nobody seemed to notice.
At the end of Skool, Rogue watched as Greg crept down the steps, she pulled Zim aside and said, "I'll follow him and see what he's up to. I'm less likely to get noticed."
"Just be careful," Zim said. Greg walked by them, and Rogue nodded, and quickly chased him. Unknown to the Irkens, a lone figure stood in the shadows, watching Rogue follow Greg, and Zim walking off the other way. It was Dib.
"What on earth is she up to?" Dib said to himself, "Why is she following..." His face grew shocked and fearful. "She's going to abduct him! I knew they were up to something! I have to save Greg!"
Greg walked down the sidewalk, carrying his books, when he thought he saw something moving out of the corner of his eye. He stopped and quickly looked behind him. A chill went up his spine, but he continued walking home. Suddenly, there it was again! He quickened his pace, not noticing Rogue hiding in the tree above him. She looked down at him, knowing that he could tell he was being watched. She could fry him right here and now, and that would be the end of it, or she could capture him, and they could get information out of him. She was about to jump, till a baseball hit her right in the stomach. She lost her balance, and fell out of the tree with a loud THUD! She landed on the sidewalk. Looking up, she came face to face with Dib, grinning and tossing another ball up and down.
"YOU!" Rogue shouted.
"Messed up your big plan, didn't I?" Dib sneered, "I know what you and Zim have been up to, I saw you watching Greg, just waiting for the right moment to grab him." By now, Greg had heard the yelling and had literally walked right up to the two arguing students, both who seemed oblivious to his presence.
"What do you mean, "grab" him, you idiot!?" Rogue yelled, staring angrily at Dib, who stared right back. "What empty thing in that overgrowth head of your-"
"Don't play dumb with me! You and Zim were watching Greg all day! You were going to capture him! I knew you alien…FREAKS were up to something!"
Apparently, "FREAKS" was the last straw, because Rogue snatched Dib with one hand, and slammed him into the tree. Not noticing a wide-eyed Greg standing there, her other arm flashed a crimson color, and she pointed it at Dib, who was trembling like a leaf. Dib fainted, slumping like a rag doll in Rogue's grip. Seeming satisfied with what she just did, she let go of him and stared in disgust at his limp form.
Greg gave Rogue a strange and suspicious look, "You're definitely not human…are you?" Rogue whipped sideways, realizing he had seen the whole thing.
"As for you…." She said coldly, Greg never let her finish, because he high tailed it, dropping his books and bag, and in seconds, was over the hill. Greg was a fast runner. When you have creatures or people that want to kill and/or chasing you, you usually run faster. Rogue didn't chase him though; she was picking up Greg's stuff.
At the lab:
Gir sat in the living room, watching the "Twenty-five and a half hour Angry Monkey Show Marathon" He looked cutely up from the TV and yelled " MASTER! ROGUE IS HOME!" Then he went back to watching TV and eating cheese. Rogue walked to the elevator and went down into the lab.
"So, what is he here for?" Zim asked, while creating another batch of the salt solution.
"I would have captured him and brought him here, but the Dib human interfered again. Are you sure we couldn't have accidentally left him on the Massive?" Rogue asked, getting more and more annoyed with the human.
"Curse that Dib worm!" Zim yelled out loud like he always did when ranting about Dib.
"I did manage to get these though," Rogue said, setting the books and Greg's bag on a table. The books were the Skool textbooks, except for one; it was a sketchbook, filled with sketches of different worlds, animals, and other sorts. But, the sketch that was most noticeable was a very, very old drawing…of Rogue.
