Doom Witch
Author's Note: Hello again children. I'm sorry, I must apologise for my prologue as it was crap. Hee. Well, I now have a plot and I know what I'm doing (kinda) just now so it will get better, bear with me. I'm sorry that this wasn't up before, but my file transferring thing went all wonky. I got it fixed as soon as possible . sorry. This isn't like a big major chapter anyway . just a bout a dictionary.
This is my first TV story (I did a musical on Zim and a story on a game - see my Bio!!!) so please encourage, encourage, encourage. Thank you little insignificant Earth worm babies. I will now cause DOOM!!!!
- Chapter One - Zim -
Zim sat in the classroom, bored out of his mind. He watched the minutes drag by and noticed the irritable bristling of Ms. Bitters' moustache. Most of the other human worm babies were bored too, they shared one thing in common at least. Zim made the effort to shift his head over to watch Dib, who was rolling his eyes right back to amuse himself.
Zim chuckled at Dib's patheticness a little loudly than expected. Ms Bitters' head shot up as if in pain, and Dib's eyes shot to Zim's. They burned into the fake human eyes Zim wore and he blinked, turning his attention to his frightening teacher.
"Zim?" Ms Bitters growled, "Do you have something to say? A nice little joke to tell us? If not then I'm afraid you're doomed. If you do, you're STILL doomed!"
"I - I -" Zim faltered, not having thought up an explanation, and was too tired to do so now. Only three minutes to go . "I was just thinking how interesting this lesson has been, and as I am an exceedingly contented Earth bug, I wished to express it through laughter," Zim covered up.
He flicked his eyes to Dib, his arch nemesis' eyebrow raised, the other leaning down on his eye decreasing the size (A/N: O.o) dramatically. Ms Bitters noticed Zim's attention flickering, so zoomed across the classroom to his desk, even if he was only in the front.
"Aargh!" Zim let out in surprise, before collecting himself, "I mean hello, Ms Bitters. How radiant you look-"
"ZIM!" Ms Bitters roared, "What was the lesson on today that you felt you had to express it and interrupt my lesson?"
Two minutes . Zim forced his eyes to look into ones of the not-possibly- human creature that was before him and grinned.
"Doom?" he guessed. Ms Bitters' eyes narrowed dangerously, and slithered back to her desk. Zim relaxed, and caught Dib's disappointed look Zim was not going to be punished.
One minute . had Ms Bitters forgotten to give them homework? Please let it be so, Zim prayed. Please .
Thirty seconds .
Zim's eye flickered. Ms Bitters sat motionless. Slowly she stood up and walked in front of her class.
"Now, as I don't have to see you miserable beasts tomorrow-" she began, before the bell rang graciously and the children began to fly to the door. Ms Bitters was faster and zoomed to it, blocking the way, "I want you all to read from pages 20 - 489 of the Advanced Dictionary at the back of the classroom. ALL OF YOU, pick one up. And if I find ONE DOG-EARED PAGE or JUVENILE MESSAGE scribed upon one of them by WHOEVER'S HAND, the LOT OF YOU will be in DETENTION up to the school dance in AUGUST!"
The kids reluctantly stropped to the back of the classroom and picked up a dictionary, their arms falling downwards instantly under the weight of the huge books. As Zim puffed and panted with his, he contemplated using his spider-like arm leg things concealed in his bag of useful things, but thought against it. He didn't want the Dib to have something he could use against him.
No . that would be horrible. He dragged his dictionary down to the class exit, where Ms Bitters was letting children escape one by one, prolonging their torture gleefully. She was speaking to Dib at the time Zim reached the door.
"Now, Dib. Don't let your father burn this one, or it will be DOOM for you!" she warned him, and Dib, straining against the weight of the book nodded.
"Yes, Ms Bitters," he panted weakly, "But you can't actually keep us in here!"
"Well, that's what I'm actually doing!" Ms Bitters snarled, "Now, Dib, go before I can see your demented head behind that book you keep trying to see me through. GO!"
Dib left, with a protesting, "MY HEAD IS NOT DEMENTED!"
Zim couldn't help but chuckle as he reached the door , and Ms Bitters noticed again. He sighed and gave her the nicest smile he could and she opened the door without a word.
Outside the skool, Zim lagged behind the other students under exertion of carrying the dictionary. He gasped as he dragged his feet along the road. Once out of sight, he allowed his robotic arms and legs to emerge from the bag and carry it for him, relaxing his tensed muscles.
"ZIM!" a sudden voice came from behind him, causing the Irken to jump. The book flew out of the spider-like grip of the mechanisms and landed on Zim's foot. He blew his cheeks up like a hamster so he wouldn't scream and spun around.
"AAAAAAAAAARRRGGHHHH!!" Zim allowed the pain to be expressed, even in front of Dib, who was standing quite confused. He flinched when Zim screamed, and had a bemused expression on his human face.
"Dib-Monkey!" Zim cleared his throat and regarded the character in front of him, "What do you want?"
"I'm not sure, but I think you need a band-aid," Dib chuckled, "That's one hell of a book. Hey! There's legs sprouting out of your back! You're not an alien, are you?"
Zim frowned as the equipment that had meant to help him folded themselves back into the bag. He bent down and picked up the dictionary again, which was so heavy it felt as if it might have been written in lead, not ink.
"You're a funny creature, Dib," Zim growled unenthusiastically, making Dib scowl too, "And you'll be the last I destroy mercilessly, so you can watch each one of your friends die one by one." Zim stepped back a little at what Dib's reaction was when he had spoken those words.
What was that that expression that had passed over Dib's face so quickly? Anger? Fear? Realisation Dib had no friends to fear for? It lingered only for a second, but Dib had certainly been something Zim hadn't known him to be. Except angry. Dib was always angry at something, whether it be Zim or Gaz or Professor Membrane or Chickenfoot .
"We'll see, Zim," Dib snarled as he staggered away with his book, "We'll see - hey watch out you crazy llama!"
Zim raised an eyebrow. What llama? Dib's glasses must have slipped off and seen a car, mistaking it for a llama. Suddenly a large camel walked across the road in front of Dib. "Well, it's not a llama," Zim muttered to himself, and continued walking, not risking taking out his robotic arms again.
* * * * * * * * * * *
GIR sat grinning at the blank TV screen.
"Hello," he said to it, "Do you know my friend Pooh Hare?"
The TV didn't reply, and GIR got annoyed.
Then, the "Welcome home, son" came from the front of the house, and GIR scrambled over to the hallway to meet his master, weak from carrying the dictionary for so long.
"MASTER!" GIR screamed merrily, rubbing himself against Zim's thin legs like a cat and leaping on his head.
"GIR! GET OFF MY HEAD! I'm going to drop - AAAAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!!!" Zim screamed, as the dictionary dropped on the Irken's other foot, "Oh ow, ow OW! Call the firemen - it's over! Oh the pain, THE PAIN!"
"I love this show!" GIR said happily, still on top of Zim's head. The metal claws emerged again and lifted GIR off his master's head and onto the floor, "WHEEEEE! Aw! It gone finished already!"
Zim shook his head and limped over to the sofa, leaving the dictionary lying in the middle of the floor. GIR tripped over it and landed on his head as it was so tall.
"YAY! What is it?" he asked Zim. Zim opened his closed eyes wearily.
"A Skool Dict-" he attempted to answer.
"What is it?" GIR screamed again.
"A Skool Dictio-"
"WHAT IS IT???"
"A Skool Dictionary, GIR. I have to read some of it for the next Earth Skool Day," Zim answered finally.
"Ooooooo! What's it for?" GIR asked.
Zim shrugged, "I don't know," he said, "Computer, define "Dictionary"."
"Computer is defining "Dictionary" as follows," the Computer said, repeating exactly what Zim had just said, which annoyed him immensely, he didn't learn anything about the human stinkbug's materials when his computer repeated itself! "Dictionary: n. 1. book setting forth, alphabetically, words of language etc. 2. reference book with items in alphabetical order."
Zim looked at GIR quizzically, and GIR giggled. Zim shook his head and decided to speak to the Computer again.
"What good does that do me?" he asked, "Those two definitions were the same! And what's this etcetera of which you speak? What does it mean? Tell me now ."
"NO!" the Computer rebelled, startling Zim, then began to cough, "Dictionaries bore me! Look it up in the dictionary if you want to know. I'm going to bed."
Zim would have argued, but he was too exhausted and couldn't be bothered. Instead, he walked behind the dictionary and slid it towards the sofa, letting the robotic arms pick it up and place it on his lap. He told the mechanical arms to flick it to the word "Dictionary", and they got to work.
When they found it, Zim peered at the miniscule writing.
"Dictionary: n. 1. book setting forth, alphabetically, words - hey! This is what the Computer said! Why is it the same? My head hurts ." Zim made the arms close the dictionary and put it back on the floor. Zim looked at his lap and the dent the extraordinarily heavy book had made on his legs.
"Note to self," he murmured as he lay back on the couch lazily, "Dictionaries stink."
A/N : HEY! Was that better? That was shorter than I normally write chapters, but I'm still kinda introducing it all. Don't worry, it's not all about dictionaries. That was just an insight on Zim.
Next chapter : From Dib's POV, is contemplating how to defeat Zim. Again an introductory chapter, but it has to be done kiddies, I like to get into it first, sorry. It's gonna be quite good, I can feel it in my brain.
Gee hee. It'll be a laugh anyway.
TILL NEXT CHAPTER MY MERRY CHAPS!
Author's Note: Hello again children. I'm sorry, I must apologise for my prologue as it was crap. Hee. Well, I now have a plot and I know what I'm doing (kinda) just now so it will get better, bear with me. I'm sorry that this wasn't up before, but my file transferring thing went all wonky. I got it fixed as soon as possible . sorry. This isn't like a big major chapter anyway . just a bout a dictionary.
This is my first TV story (I did a musical on Zim and a story on a game - see my Bio!!!) so please encourage, encourage, encourage. Thank you little insignificant Earth worm babies. I will now cause DOOM!!!!
- Chapter One - Zim -
Zim sat in the classroom, bored out of his mind. He watched the minutes drag by and noticed the irritable bristling of Ms. Bitters' moustache. Most of the other human worm babies were bored too, they shared one thing in common at least. Zim made the effort to shift his head over to watch Dib, who was rolling his eyes right back to amuse himself.
Zim chuckled at Dib's patheticness a little loudly than expected. Ms Bitters' head shot up as if in pain, and Dib's eyes shot to Zim's. They burned into the fake human eyes Zim wore and he blinked, turning his attention to his frightening teacher.
"Zim?" Ms Bitters growled, "Do you have something to say? A nice little joke to tell us? If not then I'm afraid you're doomed. If you do, you're STILL doomed!"
"I - I -" Zim faltered, not having thought up an explanation, and was too tired to do so now. Only three minutes to go . "I was just thinking how interesting this lesson has been, and as I am an exceedingly contented Earth bug, I wished to express it through laughter," Zim covered up.
He flicked his eyes to Dib, his arch nemesis' eyebrow raised, the other leaning down on his eye decreasing the size (A/N: O.o) dramatically. Ms Bitters noticed Zim's attention flickering, so zoomed across the classroom to his desk, even if he was only in the front.
"Aargh!" Zim let out in surprise, before collecting himself, "I mean hello, Ms Bitters. How radiant you look-"
"ZIM!" Ms Bitters roared, "What was the lesson on today that you felt you had to express it and interrupt my lesson?"
Two minutes . Zim forced his eyes to look into ones of the not-possibly- human creature that was before him and grinned.
"Doom?" he guessed. Ms Bitters' eyes narrowed dangerously, and slithered back to her desk. Zim relaxed, and caught Dib's disappointed look Zim was not going to be punished.
One minute . had Ms Bitters forgotten to give them homework? Please let it be so, Zim prayed. Please .
Thirty seconds .
Zim's eye flickered. Ms Bitters sat motionless. Slowly she stood up and walked in front of her class.
"Now, as I don't have to see you miserable beasts tomorrow-" she began, before the bell rang graciously and the children began to fly to the door. Ms Bitters was faster and zoomed to it, blocking the way, "I want you all to read from pages 20 - 489 of the Advanced Dictionary at the back of the classroom. ALL OF YOU, pick one up. And if I find ONE DOG-EARED PAGE or JUVENILE MESSAGE scribed upon one of them by WHOEVER'S HAND, the LOT OF YOU will be in DETENTION up to the school dance in AUGUST!"
The kids reluctantly stropped to the back of the classroom and picked up a dictionary, their arms falling downwards instantly under the weight of the huge books. As Zim puffed and panted with his, he contemplated using his spider-like arm leg things concealed in his bag of useful things, but thought against it. He didn't want the Dib to have something he could use against him.
No . that would be horrible. He dragged his dictionary down to the class exit, where Ms Bitters was letting children escape one by one, prolonging their torture gleefully. She was speaking to Dib at the time Zim reached the door.
"Now, Dib. Don't let your father burn this one, or it will be DOOM for you!" she warned him, and Dib, straining against the weight of the book nodded.
"Yes, Ms Bitters," he panted weakly, "But you can't actually keep us in here!"
"Well, that's what I'm actually doing!" Ms Bitters snarled, "Now, Dib, go before I can see your demented head behind that book you keep trying to see me through. GO!"
Dib left, with a protesting, "MY HEAD IS NOT DEMENTED!"
Zim couldn't help but chuckle as he reached the door , and Ms Bitters noticed again. He sighed and gave her the nicest smile he could and she opened the door without a word.
Outside the skool, Zim lagged behind the other students under exertion of carrying the dictionary. He gasped as he dragged his feet along the road. Once out of sight, he allowed his robotic arms and legs to emerge from the bag and carry it for him, relaxing his tensed muscles.
"ZIM!" a sudden voice came from behind him, causing the Irken to jump. The book flew out of the spider-like grip of the mechanisms and landed on Zim's foot. He blew his cheeks up like a hamster so he wouldn't scream and spun around.
"AAAAAAAAAARRRGGHHHH!!" Zim allowed the pain to be expressed, even in front of Dib, who was standing quite confused. He flinched when Zim screamed, and had a bemused expression on his human face.
"Dib-Monkey!" Zim cleared his throat and regarded the character in front of him, "What do you want?"
"I'm not sure, but I think you need a band-aid," Dib chuckled, "That's one hell of a book. Hey! There's legs sprouting out of your back! You're not an alien, are you?"
Zim frowned as the equipment that had meant to help him folded themselves back into the bag. He bent down and picked up the dictionary again, which was so heavy it felt as if it might have been written in lead, not ink.
"You're a funny creature, Dib," Zim growled unenthusiastically, making Dib scowl too, "And you'll be the last I destroy mercilessly, so you can watch each one of your friends die one by one." Zim stepped back a little at what Dib's reaction was when he had spoken those words.
What was that that expression that had passed over Dib's face so quickly? Anger? Fear? Realisation Dib had no friends to fear for? It lingered only for a second, but Dib had certainly been something Zim hadn't known him to be. Except angry. Dib was always angry at something, whether it be Zim or Gaz or Professor Membrane or Chickenfoot .
"We'll see, Zim," Dib snarled as he staggered away with his book, "We'll see - hey watch out you crazy llama!"
Zim raised an eyebrow. What llama? Dib's glasses must have slipped off and seen a car, mistaking it for a llama. Suddenly a large camel walked across the road in front of Dib. "Well, it's not a llama," Zim muttered to himself, and continued walking, not risking taking out his robotic arms again.
* * * * * * * * * * *
GIR sat grinning at the blank TV screen.
"Hello," he said to it, "Do you know my friend Pooh Hare?"
The TV didn't reply, and GIR got annoyed.
Then, the "Welcome home, son" came from the front of the house, and GIR scrambled over to the hallway to meet his master, weak from carrying the dictionary for so long.
"MASTER!" GIR screamed merrily, rubbing himself against Zim's thin legs like a cat and leaping on his head.
"GIR! GET OFF MY HEAD! I'm going to drop - AAAAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!!!" Zim screamed, as the dictionary dropped on the Irken's other foot, "Oh ow, ow OW! Call the firemen - it's over! Oh the pain, THE PAIN!"
"I love this show!" GIR said happily, still on top of Zim's head. The metal claws emerged again and lifted GIR off his master's head and onto the floor, "WHEEEEE! Aw! It gone finished already!"
Zim shook his head and limped over to the sofa, leaving the dictionary lying in the middle of the floor. GIR tripped over it and landed on his head as it was so tall.
"YAY! What is it?" he asked Zim. Zim opened his closed eyes wearily.
"A Skool Dict-" he attempted to answer.
"What is it?" GIR screamed again.
"A Skool Dictio-"
"WHAT IS IT???"
"A Skool Dictionary, GIR. I have to read some of it for the next Earth Skool Day," Zim answered finally.
"Ooooooo! What's it for?" GIR asked.
Zim shrugged, "I don't know," he said, "Computer, define "Dictionary"."
"Computer is defining "Dictionary" as follows," the Computer said, repeating exactly what Zim had just said, which annoyed him immensely, he didn't learn anything about the human stinkbug's materials when his computer repeated itself! "Dictionary: n. 1. book setting forth, alphabetically, words of language etc. 2. reference book with items in alphabetical order."
Zim looked at GIR quizzically, and GIR giggled. Zim shook his head and decided to speak to the Computer again.
"What good does that do me?" he asked, "Those two definitions were the same! And what's this etcetera of which you speak? What does it mean? Tell me now ."
"NO!" the Computer rebelled, startling Zim, then began to cough, "Dictionaries bore me! Look it up in the dictionary if you want to know. I'm going to bed."
Zim would have argued, but he was too exhausted and couldn't be bothered. Instead, he walked behind the dictionary and slid it towards the sofa, letting the robotic arms pick it up and place it on his lap. He told the mechanical arms to flick it to the word "Dictionary", and they got to work.
When they found it, Zim peered at the miniscule writing.
"Dictionary: n. 1. book setting forth, alphabetically, words - hey! This is what the Computer said! Why is it the same? My head hurts ." Zim made the arms close the dictionary and put it back on the floor. Zim looked at his lap and the dent the extraordinarily heavy book had made on his legs.
"Note to self," he murmured as he lay back on the couch lazily, "Dictionaries stink."
A/N : HEY! Was that better? That was shorter than I normally write chapters, but I'm still kinda introducing it all. Don't worry, it's not all about dictionaries. That was just an insight on Zim.
Next chapter : From Dib's POV, is contemplating how to defeat Zim. Again an introductory chapter, but it has to be done kiddies, I like to get into it first, sorry. It's gonna be quite good, I can feel it in my brain.
Gee hee. It'll be a laugh anyway.
TILL NEXT CHAPTER MY MERRY CHAPS!
