Doom Witch
Author's Note: Righty ho children. Fifth chapter (sixth if you count prologue) ok? Getting there .
- Chapter Five - Irken 'likes' Demon Child Thing -
Zim paced back and forth in the main screen room, trying to get a little conversation out of his Computer since GIR had not yet returned.
"He'll come crawling back, I know he will," Zim told the Computer, who sounded very depressed.
"Yes, Zim," it said.
"I TOLD YOU TO CALL ME SIR!" Zim bellowed.
"Oh what-ever! Oh my God, you are like, so boring!" the Computer whined, and Zim gave it a look.
"Don't look at me like that!" the Computer cried, "It's not my fault I'm snidy!"
"I just don't understand it . " Zim said, ignoring the Computer completely, "Why do I not hate the Gaz creature any more?"
The Computer grumbled itself for a few seconds, then answered,
"Maybe you like her, it, whatever," it suggested.
"Like?" Zim snorted, "As in - not detest? I've never done that in my whole life. How can I "like" something now? Tell me . tell me the answer . NOW!"
"I don't mean like as in "I like tacos" like," the Computer explained, "I mean "like like", as in, y'know, like!"
"I'm confused," Zim said, "Can you go through that again?"
The Computer obliged, but Zim was no closer. The Irken sighed.
"If only GIR were here. He would know what to do . " Zim said sadly.
"Uhh . are we talking about the same robot here?" the Computer asked, "GIR would say something like "Can we go and play with the Piggies now?" or something-"
"DON'T REMIND ME OF HIM!" Zim moaned, "Now tell me what like I do not hate this Gaz in,"
"You know, you LIKE her!" the Computer said.
Zim sighed. This may take a while.
GIR skipped along in the middle of the road singing the Doom Song. He had been skipping some time now, and he wondered why all the cars were beeping. He figured they were greeting him.
"Heeeelllooooooo!" he replied chirpily, "I got no master now!"
When the cars didn't reply, he shrugged and carried on skipping happily, until he came off the roads and away from the cars and into a lot of grass.
"Heeeelllooooooo!" he said to the grass, equally as chirpily, but likewise, the grass did not reply! GIR shook his head.
"Cars and grass like master!" GIR said aloud to himself, "Master always never said nothing when I said "HIIIIII!"
GIR now closed his eyes and kept skipping through the grass, until he bumped into something hard, and GIR fell onto his back. He opened his eyes.
"I SAID NO MORE DISHES!" GIR screamed randomly, and hopped onto his feet to inspect what he had bumped into.
"PUPPY!" he shrieked in delight, when in fact it was a farm house, he had skipped his way through a field and onto a farm. GIR ran forwards and bumped on the door continuously until someone opened the door and GIR ran right through and into the wall on the opposite side of the room.
He spun around and looked at the two humans watching him oddly.
"Heeeeelllooooooo!" he repeated, and the reaction was quite different.
"A talking dog?" one said.
"A talking green dog!" the other said.
"CHUBBY LADY!" GIR screamed at the man. The man looked at his wife.
"I think he means you, dear," he told her as kindly as possible. The woman scowled at her husband and bent down to speak to GIR.
"Hello, talking green dog," she said quietly.
"GOT TACOS?" GIR squealed, "I WANNA TACO!"
"Sorry, doggie. We only got Shepherds Pie," the woman said apologetically.
"WAZZAT?" GIR demanded, "Izzat Irkin?"
"I don't know what you mean, but I don't think so," the man cut in, "Not unless what my wife says is Shepherd's Pie is something else."
The woman hit the man, and the man hit her back, and soon there was a big fight going on, and GIR felt left out and jumped on the man's head.
"YAAAYYYY!" he screamed, "CHUBBY LADY!"
The man stopped and took GIR off his head, holding him under his arms so they stuck out horizontally.
"I love this show . " GIR said happily. The man looked over to his wife suspiciously.
"Yeah, yeah, doggy," the man dismissed, "Now my name is Sim, and this is my wife, Kel."
"YOU NO ZIM!" GIR shrieked.
"No . " Sim agreed, "I'm Sim."
"NO ZIM!"
"No . Sim."
"You know Zim?"
"No. I'm a stereotyped farmer. I only know my wife and sheep. Oh, and my dog. SHEEP!" Sim whistled, and a border collie bounded through the door at dramatic speed.
Sim dropped GIR to the ground, who ran over to Sheep the dog and hugged his front leg.
"He's got chicken legs . " GIR said in wonder.
"Um . " Kel added, attempting to pry GIR's arms from Sheep's leg. He had a good grip, though, "C'mon doggy,"
"CHICKEN LEG!" GIR screeched, making Kel instinctively reach up and cover her ears.
"O . K . " Sim said, "Let's leave them to get acquainted. Sheep, don't eat . whatever that thing's name is."
"What's your name, little talking green doggy?" Kel asked GIR, who looked at her blankly, before screeching,
"TEQUITO!" then shutting up again with the same blank expression as if he had neve said it.
"Ok Tequito. We'll leave you to it."
GIR hugged Sheep's leg again, he was glad he was now called Tequito.
"Computer, I HAVE to figure out what to do, or else I won't . do it!" Zim pained. He had been going on for the past three hours about how he could possibly not hate a human (that wasn't Kurt Cobain, of course) and quite frankly the Computer was getting very depressed.
"Look, why don't you just destroy her, then you'll have nothing to not hate!" the Computer suggested, praying Zim would shut up.
"No, no, the spell will still be there . " Zim muttered.
"Spell?" the Computer whined, "Where does a spell come into any of this?"
"She's a witch!" Zim finalised, "A WITCH OF DOOOOM!"
"Right . "
"But not for long, as I will destroy her with my AUNTIE WITCH RAY! I mean . Anti-Witch Ray . RIGHT! YES! Ingenious!"
"And just - how - do you propose to do that?"
Zim gave the Computer a funny look and said,
"I think you know."
"No, no I don't. Tell me if you want, I really, REALLY don't care," the Computer enthused greatly.
"Oh, all RIGHT! My plan is to kidnap the Gaz and hold her in my base until she tells me how to break the spell that is holding me . and then I will ANNIHIALATE HER within an inch of her life, and then throw her off a tree!"
"Okay . " the Computer allowed, "But when you annihialate someone, normally that means you reduce to nothing or utterly destroy the subject, in other words kill them dead. So . if you annihilated her, she would be dead, not an inch of her life dead."
Zim tutted irritably, "Very well, very well, I shall bargain with the Dib- Stink for her life, and if he refuses my DEMANDS, I'll throw her off a tree anyway."
"What's with the throwing off the tree thing?" the Computer queried.
"DO NOT QUESTION ZIIIM!" Zim said.
"Okay! Okay! Go do it then . before the spell kicks in too much and you'll be reduced to nothingness!" the Computer joked. Zim panicked.
"What - what, you really think that'll happen?" he stammered.
"Suuure, why not?"
"I'LL GO NOW! GIR! Get my contacts and wig! GIR? GIR! Oh, yeah. RIGHT!"
Zim collected his needs and stormed out of the house, with only half a plan. He would figure out how to get the Gaz without Dib noticing when he got there .
Zim sneaked up on the house silently, his ears keen and eyes quick. If it was one advantage being Irken, it was that he was fast physically, if a little slow mentally.
He crept past the fence and into the garden, which was empty. He crept to a window and peered inside stealthily. Everything was clear from what he could see, so he slipped round to the door and whipped it open and closed faster than . it would normally have been opened and closed.
He hid under the kitchen table ever so sneakily, and whipped out and into the living room, where Dib was watching Mysterious Mysteries. He ducked down and slithered along the floor to where Gaz was at the end of the room playing her GameSlave.
He used his robotic arms to come out of his pak and grab Gaz so she face outwards. He crawled back along the floor and ran for his life out of the house, Gaz still playing her GameSlave like nothing had happened.
They reached the house safetly, and Zim carried Gaz downstairs into the base and the suspended holding cage he had installed "just in case" he had to accommodate a specimen. He put Gaz in that and it swung slightly under the new weight.
Zim got his hovering disc thing and floated up to meet Gaz in the eyes. He used a robotic arm to take her GameSlave from her as he was too scared to do it himself. Gaz screamed in fury and banged her fists against the bars.
"Silence, banshee!" Zim exclaimed, and Gaz surprisingly shut up.
"Just give me the GameSlave back now and I will harm you as little as possible, Zim," she said softly. Zim pondered, but shook his head.
"I'm afraid you do not understand-" he said,
"GIVE ME THE GAMESLAVE!" Gaz yelled.
"I'm afraid you do not understand-" he said again.
"GIVE ME THE GAMESLAVE!" Gaz yelled again.
"I'm afraid you do not understand-" he said yet again.
"GIVE ME THE GAMESLAVE!" Gaz yelled yet again.
"I'm afraid you do not understand-" he said still.
"GIVE ME THE GAMESLAVE!" Gaz yelled still.
Out of Zim's pak shot an arm, which laid itself across Gaz's mouth so she couldn't speak. Her eyes popped open with fury and Zim felt himself shudder, but still not hate.
"I'm afraid you do not understand the situation, sibling of Dib. You will not get your GameSlave until you co-operate, and even then, I am not sure whether I should give it to you. Tell me one reason why I-" Zim started before Gaz pried the arm from her face.
"I get withdrawal systems," she told him, "I could go for today but tomorrow I'd start getting weaker and within a fortnight I'd be dead."
Zim laughed evilly. It would be too easy to kill this human. He had her life source in his gloved hand. So why was he floating forwards with his arm outstretched to pass it through to her. He snatched it back to himself and floated back again.
"Listen, Doom Witch!" he snarled, "I know what you've done, you've put some kind of spell on me, and I am now ORDERING you to take it off, or else I will smash this game console into the ground with my boot."
"Do that and I'll kill you," Gaz promised sweetly, "And besides, I haven't done anything to you, but I will unless you give me my GameSlave 2 back."
"YOU WILL NOT THREATEN ZIM!" Zim yelled, "I am the one who holds you prisoner, and I will watch you writhe in your cage! By not doing so you will only invoke my wrath!"
Gaz did a little pretend writhe, but it suited Zim, and he floated a little closer.
"Now, tell me what you did, Doom Witch," he ordered.
"Ever thought about you maybe just LIKING me, maybe?" Gaz suggested.
"That's what I've been saying all along!" the Computer interrupted, and Gaz nodded understandingly.
"YOU WILL NOT BOND WITH MY COMPUTER!" Zim shouted, "Now, Computer, go back to bed until I call you."
"Aww . I mean yay!" Computer said enthusiastically.
Zim turned back to Gaz.
"What is it with all this 'like' nonsense? I just don't hate you, that's all!"
"Maybe you want a friend?" Gaz asked helpfully. Zim shook his head.
"Invader Zim chooses his friends," he said, and then Gaz flinched.
"Well maybe you . LIKE me!" she gasped, and Zim gave her a look.
"What? Explain this 'like' business. Tell me now . "
"Well, there's the old story, but this one I'll alter slightly, Boy (or whatever you are) meets Girl (or whatever I am), and Boy fight's with Girl's brother (whatever HE is) and then Boy likes Girl."
"Are you suggesting I am your love pig? Because if you are, there will be WRATH! Wra-" Zim asked, very confused.
"NO! Hell, no. Zim, listen. You can't choose who you 'like', just like you can't choose who you 'love', apparently. Maybe you like me, Zim."
"O . K . I am very confused now, Earth beast. What happens in the 'usual' Boy meets Girl shenanigan? Tell me quickly before my head explodes . "
"Do you promise to give me my GameSlave after that?" Gaz bargained.
Zim nodded in agreement. He wanted to go out and find GIR anyway, he missed him not helping out. Or not helping out, or occasionally helping out, or whatever GIR did."
"Right. It's Boy meets Girl. Boy likes Girl. Girl likes Boy. Boy dates Girl. Boy loves Girl -"
"NO MORE!" Zim cried, floating forward and passing the GameSlave into Gaz's waiting arms, "It burns! I have to go and find GIR now anyway . I'll talk to you later."
He turned just before he left the base, and saw Gaz watching him intently, not yet switching on her GameSlave. He gave her a look and turned, then turning back so he was facing her again (he was beginning to feel dizzy, yes).
"Will you - will you be okay?" he asked her quietly.
Gaz seemed surprised by the question and buried her face in her GameSlave.
Zim walked out of the base with a confused look on his face. Was it just his imagination, or had Gaz blushed??
Zim shrugged off his annoying new feelings, and grabbed his disguise and tracking device he always kept on GIR since the city incident, and set off to look for him.
A/N : Quite an eventful chapter, my small grotesque minions, no?
Next Chapter : Zim begs with GIR to return, who has become a sheepdog, and Dib bargains with Zim for his sister's life.
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Will be updated soon!
Author's Note: Righty ho children. Fifth chapter (sixth if you count prologue) ok? Getting there .
- Chapter Five - Irken 'likes' Demon Child Thing -
Zim paced back and forth in the main screen room, trying to get a little conversation out of his Computer since GIR had not yet returned.
"He'll come crawling back, I know he will," Zim told the Computer, who sounded very depressed.
"Yes, Zim," it said.
"I TOLD YOU TO CALL ME SIR!" Zim bellowed.
"Oh what-ever! Oh my God, you are like, so boring!" the Computer whined, and Zim gave it a look.
"Don't look at me like that!" the Computer cried, "It's not my fault I'm snidy!"
"I just don't understand it . " Zim said, ignoring the Computer completely, "Why do I not hate the Gaz creature any more?"
The Computer grumbled itself for a few seconds, then answered,
"Maybe you like her, it, whatever," it suggested.
"Like?" Zim snorted, "As in - not detest? I've never done that in my whole life. How can I "like" something now? Tell me . tell me the answer . NOW!"
"I don't mean like as in "I like tacos" like," the Computer explained, "I mean "like like", as in, y'know, like!"
"I'm confused," Zim said, "Can you go through that again?"
The Computer obliged, but Zim was no closer. The Irken sighed.
"If only GIR were here. He would know what to do . " Zim said sadly.
"Uhh . are we talking about the same robot here?" the Computer asked, "GIR would say something like "Can we go and play with the Piggies now?" or something-"
"DON'T REMIND ME OF HIM!" Zim moaned, "Now tell me what like I do not hate this Gaz in,"
"You know, you LIKE her!" the Computer said.
Zim sighed. This may take a while.
GIR skipped along in the middle of the road singing the Doom Song. He had been skipping some time now, and he wondered why all the cars were beeping. He figured they were greeting him.
"Heeeelllooooooo!" he replied chirpily, "I got no master now!"
When the cars didn't reply, he shrugged and carried on skipping happily, until he came off the roads and away from the cars and into a lot of grass.
"Heeeelllooooooo!" he said to the grass, equally as chirpily, but likewise, the grass did not reply! GIR shook his head.
"Cars and grass like master!" GIR said aloud to himself, "Master always never said nothing when I said "HIIIIII!"
GIR now closed his eyes and kept skipping through the grass, until he bumped into something hard, and GIR fell onto his back. He opened his eyes.
"I SAID NO MORE DISHES!" GIR screamed randomly, and hopped onto his feet to inspect what he had bumped into.
"PUPPY!" he shrieked in delight, when in fact it was a farm house, he had skipped his way through a field and onto a farm. GIR ran forwards and bumped on the door continuously until someone opened the door and GIR ran right through and into the wall on the opposite side of the room.
He spun around and looked at the two humans watching him oddly.
"Heeeeelllooooooo!" he repeated, and the reaction was quite different.
"A talking dog?" one said.
"A talking green dog!" the other said.
"CHUBBY LADY!" GIR screamed at the man. The man looked at his wife.
"I think he means you, dear," he told her as kindly as possible. The woman scowled at her husband and bent down to speak to GIR.
"Hello, talking green dog," she said quietly.
"GOT TACOS?" GIR squealed, "I WANNA TACO!"
"Sorry, doggie. We only got Shepherds Pie," the woman said apologetically.
"WAZZAT?" GIR demanded, "Izzat Irkin?"
"I don't know what you mean, but I don't think so," the man cut in, "Not unless what my wife says is Shepherd's Pie is something else."
The woman hit the man, and the man hit her back, and soon there was a big fight going on, and GIR felt left out and jumped on the man's head.
"YAAAYYYY!" he screamed, "CHUBBY LADY!"
The man stopped and took GIR off his head, holding him under his arms so they stuck out horizontally.
"I love this show . " GIR said happily. The man looked over to his wife suspiciously.
"Yeah, yeah, doggy," the man dismissed, "Now my name is Sim, and this is my wife, Kel."
"YOU NO ZIM!" GIR shrieked.
"No . " Sim agreed, "I'm Sim."
"NO ZIM!"
"No . Sim."
"You know Zim?"
"No. I'm a stereotyped farmer. I only know my wife and sheep. Oh, and my dog. SHEEP!" Sim whistled, and a border collie bounded through the door at dramatic speed.
Sim dropped GIR to the ground, who ran over to Sheep the dog and hugged his front leg.
"He's got chicken legs . " GIR said in wonder.
"Um . " Kel added, attempting to pry GIR's arms from Sheep's leg. He had a good grip, though, "C'mon doggy,"
"CHICKEN LEG!" GIR screeched, making Kel instinctively reach up and cover her ears.
"O . K . " Sim said, "Let's leave them to get acquainted. Sheep, don't eat . whatever that thing's name is."
"What's your name, little talking green doggy?" Kel asked GIR, who looked at her blankly, before screeching,
"TEQUITO!" then shutting up again with the same blank expression as if he had neve said it.
"Ok Tequito. We'll leave you to it."
GIR hugged Sheep's leg again, he was glad he was now called Tequito.
"Computer, I HAVE to figure out what to do, or else I won't . do it!" Zim pained. He had been going on for the past three hours about how he could possibly not hate a human (that wasn't Kurt Cobain, of course) and quite frankly the Computer was getting very depressed.
"Look, why don't you just destroy her, then you'll have nothing to not hate!" the Computer suggested, praying Zim would shut up.
"No, no, the spell will still be there . " Zim muttered.
"Spell?" the Computer whined, "Where does a spell come into any of this?"
"She's a witch!" Zim finalised, "A WITCH OF DOOOOM!"
"Right . "
"But not for long, as I will destroy her with my AUNTIE WITCH RAY! I mean . Anti-Witch Ray . RIGHT! YES! Ingenious!"
"And just - how - do you propose to do that?"
Zim gave the Computer a funny look and said,
"I think you know."
"No, no I don't. Tell me if you want, I really, REALLY don't care," the Computer enthused greatly.
"Oh, all RIGHT! My plan is to kidnap the Gaz and hold her in my base until she tells me how to break the spell that is holding me . and then I will ANNIHIALATE HER within an inch of her life, and then throw her off a tree!"
"Okay . " the Computer allowed, "But when you annihialate someone, normally that means you reduce to nothing or utterly destroy the subject, in other words kill them dead. So . if you annihilated her, she would be dead, not an inch of her life dead."
Zim tutted irritably, "Very well, very well, I shall bargain with the Dib- Stink for her life, and if he refuses my DEMANDS, I'll throw her off a tree anyway."
"What's with the throwing off the tree thing?" the Computer queried.
"DO NOT QUESTION ZIIIM!" Zim said.
"Okay! Okay! Go do it then . before the spell kicks in too much and you'll be reduced to nothingness!" the Computer joked. Zim panicked.
"What - what, you really think that'll happen?" he stammered.
"Suuure, why not?"
"I'LL GO NOW! GIR! Get my contacts and wig! GIR? GIR! Oh, yeah. RIGHT!"
Zim collected his needs and stormed out of the house, with only half a plan. He would figure out how to get the Gaz without Dib noticing when he got there .
Zim sneaked up on the house silently, his ears keen and eyes quick. If it was one advantage being Irken, it was that he was fast physically, if a little slow mentally.
He crept past the fence and into the garden, which was empty. He crept to a window and peered inside stealthily. Everything was clear from what he could see, so he slipped round to the door and whipped it open and closed faster than . it would normally have been opened and closed.
He hid under the kitchen table ever so sneakily, and whipped out and into the living room, where Dib was watching Mysterious Mysteries. He ducked down and slithered along the floor to where Gaz was at the end of the room playing her GameSlave.
He used his robotic arms to come out of his pak and grab Gaz so she face outwards. He crawled back along the floor and ran for his life out of the house, Gaz still playing her GameSlave like nothing had happened.
They reached the house safetly, and Zim carried Gaz downstairs into the base and the suspended holding cage he had installed "just in case" he had to accommodate a specimen. He put Gaz in that and it swung slightly under the new weight.
Zim got his hovering disc thing and floated up to meet Gaz in the eyes. He used a robotic arm to take her GameSlave from her as he was too scared to do it himself. Gaz screamed in fury and banged her fists against the bars.
"Silence, banshee!" Zim exclaimed, and Gaz surprisingly shut up.
"Just give me the GameSlave back now and I will harm you as little as possible, Zim," she said softly. Zim pondered, but shook his head.
"I'm afraid you do not understand-" he said,
"GIVE ME THE GAMESLAVE!" Gaz yelled.
"I'm afraid you do not understand-" he said again.
"GIVE ME THE GAMESLAVE!" Gaz yelled again.
"I'm afraid you do not understand-" he said yet again.
"GIVE ME THE GAMESLAVE!" Gaz yelled yet again.
"I'm afraid you do not understand-" he said still.
"GIVE ME THE GAMESLAVE!" Gaz yelled still.
Out of Zim's pak shot an arm, which laid itself across Gaz's mouth so she couldn't speak. Her eyes popped open with fury and Zim felt himself shudder, but still not hate.
"I'm afraid you do not understand the situation, sibling of Dib. You will not get your GameSlave until you co-operate, and even then, I am not sure whether I should give it to you. Tell me one reason why I-" Zim started before Gaz pried the arm from her face.
"I get withdrawal systems," she told him, "I could go for today but tomorrow I'd start getting weaker and within a fortnight I'd be dead."
Zim laughed evilly. It would be too easy to kill this human. He had her life source in his gloved hand. So why was he floating forwards with his arm outstretched to pass it through to her. He snatched it back to himself and floated back again.
"Listen, Doom Witch!" he snarled, "I know what you've done, you've put some kind of spell on me, and I am now ORDERING you to take it off, or else I will smash this game console into the ground with my boot."
"Do that and I'll kill you," Gaz promised sweetly, "And besides, I haven't done anything to you, but I will unless you give me my GameSlave 2 back."
"YOU WILL NOT THREATEN ZIM!" Zim yelled, "I am the one who holds you prisoner, and I will watch you writhe in your cage! By not doing so you will only invoke my wrath!"
Gaz did a little pretend writhe, but it suited Zim, and he floated a little closer.
"Now, tell me what you did, Doom Witch," he ordered.
"Ever thought about you maybe just LIKING me, maybe?" Gaz suggested.
"That's what I've been saying all along!" the Computer interrupted, and Gaz nodded understandingly.
"YOU WILL NOT BOND WITH MY COMPUTER!" Zim shouted, "Now, Computer, go back to bed until I call you."
"Aww . I mean yay!" Computer said enthusiastically.
Zim turned back to Gaz.
"What is it with all this 'like' nonsense? I just don't hate you, that's all!"
"Maybe you want a friend?" Gaz asked helpfully. Zim shook his head.
"Invader Zim chooses his friends," he said, and then Gaz flinched.
"Well maybe you . LIKE me!" she gasped, and Zim gave her a look.
"What? Explain this 'like' business. Tell me now . "
"Well, there's the old story, but this one I'll alter slightly, Boy (or whatever you are) meets Girl (or whatever I am), and Boy fight's with Girl's brother (whatever HE is) and then Boy likes Girl."
"Are you suggesting I am your love pig? Because if you are, there will be WRATH! Wra-" Zim asked, very confused.
"NO! Hell, no. Zim, listen. You can't choose who you 'like', just like you can't choose who you 'love', apparently. Maybe you like me, Zim."
"O . K . I am very confused now, Earth beast. What happens in the 'usual' Boy meets Girl shenanigan? Tell me quickly before my head explodes . "
"Do you promise to give me my GameSlave after that?" Gaz bargained.
Zim nodded in agreement. He wanted to go out and find GIR anyway, he missed him not helping out. Or not helping out, or occasionally helping out, or whatever GIR did."
"Right. It's Boy meets Girl. Boy likes Girl. Girl likes Boy. Boy dates Girl. Boy loves Girl -"
"NO MORE!" Zim cried, floating forward and passing the GameSlave into Gaz's waiting arms, "It burns! I have to go and find GIR now anyway . I'll talk to you later."
He turned just before he left the base, and saw Gaz watching him intently, not yet switching on her GameSlave. He gave her a look and turned, then turning back so he was facing her again (he was beginning to feel dizzy, yes).
"Will you - will you be okay?" he asked her quietly.
Gaz seemed surprised by the question and buried her face in her GameSlave.
Zim walked out of the base with a confused look on his face. Was it just his imagination, or had Gaz blushed??
Zim shrugged off his annoying new feelings, and grabbed his disguise and tracking device he always kept on GIR since the city incident, and set off to look for him.
A/N : Quite an eventful chapter, my small grotesque minions, no?
Next Chapter : Zim begs with GIR to return, who has become a sheepdog, and Dib bargains with Zim for his sister's life.
READ AND REVIEW!
Will be updated soon!
