Doom Witch

Author's Note: Heeeeeeeeeeelllllllllllloooooooooooooo kiddiewinks. Did you sleep well? I have been fixful of the chapter that is supposed to be chapter one . it's now after the prologue, sorry for the mix up. *hangs head in shame*. Please forgive . Anyway here is chapter six .

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- Chapter Six - SheepGIR -

As "Mysterious Mysteries" ended, Dib sat back in the chair more comfortably, shuffling his shoulders so he was content. He closed his eyes, satisfied with what had been shown on his favourite show, which had unfortunately been showing some pretty bad stuff in search of ratings.

But today was different, it had shown a class of the different world Dib wanted to know about. The alien world. The story had been so obviously fake, but the information given was enough to make even his father ponder on the existence of -

HA! Dib had nearly been fooled there. His father closed his goggle-hidden eyes to all that was strange and unsolid. Things his father believed in had to be able to be toasted or magnified or have a show based upon it.

"I love this show - " a sudden voice came from behind him, and Dib jumped in surprise. He turned around to see Zim and his robot GIR behind his sofa. Dib leapt to his feet and reached under the sofa for his stink gas, but Zim was too quick and ran round the sofa to push Dib back into it.

Dib sat with his back right against the sofa with his already swollen eyes wide with fear.

"Now I have you at last, stupid Earth worm baby, and your sister too - " Zim snarled, "And you will never be able to . SON! SON! SON!"

Dib awoke with a start to find his father looking down on him with a frown on half of the face you could see. Dib had often wondered as a child if his father was an alien, and he hid half his mutated face so that no one could see and spoil his great ingenious sciency stuff -

"SON!" Professor Membrane yelled in Dib's ear, who defensively curled into a ball, "Son, where's your sister?"

"What? Who?" Dib asked, still quite dozy. What was it he said-

"Your sister! I - uh - forget her name - Mildred? No - Millicent - Um - Pauline?" Professor Membrane guessed another few names before Dib cottoned on.

"Gaz? I don't know - I haven't seen her since before Mysterious Mysteries," Dib told his dad guiltily, remembering his promise to keep an eye on her.

"I've searched all over the house, but there's no sign of her anywhere!" his father whinged. Dib lowered an eyebrow.

"Did you check her room?" he asked.

Professor Membrane flinched and took a well-calculated little step back.

"Why would I want to do that?" he asked in wonder, and Dib shrugged. He was still trying to remember what Zim had said -

'Now I have you at last, stupid Earth worm baby, and your sister too-'

Dib jumped up, pushing his father over, who flailed his arms stupidly, then wandered off without another word down to his base. Dib shook his head.

"It was only a dream," he told himself, "Zim hasn't got Gaz - why would he? He couldn't have gotten in the house without me noticing, never mind daring to take Gaz away without pain."

Dib sat himself down with a frown on his face.

'She'll come back soon,' he thought, then said aloud for extra measure,

"I hope."

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GIR was shaken awake by the man who said his name was Sim, and was lifted off of the cosy fur of Sheep, the real dog.

"I wanna be a reeealll boy!" GIR told him, and Sim nodded understandingly.

'Two days of this, and I'm already going crazy - ' he thought, and grinned at the dog.

"Don't you have another home to go to, doggie?" Sim asked GIR, who looked blankly.

"I wanna taco," GIR said, and Sim shook his head.

"No tacos here, I'm afraid, Tequito. You'll have to have more Shepherd's Pie," he replied, and shivered at the memory of last night when Tequito had tried to eat the mince and the mashed potatoes. It had been horrible.

"But then I don't think you're hungry," Sim added, and GIR still had the blank look on his face.

"My name's GIR," he said.

"I thought it was Tequito?"

"Ohhh yeahhh."

Sim shrugged, and whistled for Sheep to come. It was dawn, and it was time to round up the sheep. By the time they managed to get Tequito off of Sheep's "chicken" legs and out of the house to the field, Kel was already there looking annoyed.

"You took your time!" she snapped impatiently, and Sim muttered an apology.

"It's that damned green dog Tequito thing," he told her, and Kel nodded, understanding, "It took us a while, but I think we lost him. Maybe we should hand 'im into the - AARGH!"

"BOO!" shrieked GIR excitedly, prancing up and down like a mad sheep goose, " I FOUND YOOOU!"

"Yay," Kel said unenthusiastically, but the dog thing didn't seem to notice and began to dance. Kel looked up at Sim.

"Were you going to say we should hand him into the pound?" she asked hopefully.

Sim nodded.

"How about it, little doggie?" Sim cooed, holding GIR down to stop him dancing, "Do you want to go and see all the other doggies?"

"Will they have tacos?" GIR asked.

"Sure, why not?"

"Okkeeeee dokeee!"

Sim sighed with relief, and turned to his wife.

"I'll call as soon as I've got all the damn sheep in the field," he promised. Kel nodded and whistled to Sheep to run with her to the sheep, which were scattered around the large green area. It was clear why Sim wanted them altogether.

"Now, Tequito, I want you to stay - huh?" Sim gasped, confused at where he could go so quickly, then spotted the little green dog blending in with the grass as he chased after a sheep, and it was Sim's favourite, 402!

"Nooooo, not 402!" he cried, and ran forward. GIR looked at him for a second, then continued to screech after the sheep singing what sounded like a lot of consecutive "Dooms".

"Do not upon my sheep afflict doom!" he cried, and galloped after Tequito chasing the sheep, "NOT NUMBER 402!!"

The pursuing lasted a while, and soon Sheep and Kel joined in, probably because Sheep was attracted to what GIR was doing and was jealous of Sim playing with the other dog that couldn't even eat Shepherd's Pie properly. Naturally, Kel ran after them both screaming.

This lasted a while too, until the sheep in front of the happy line stopped, then GIR bumped into the sheep's rear, causing Sim to catch up and scoop the protesting doggy into his arms, and Sheep and Kel finally caught up too, panting.

The reason why the sheep randomly dropped, was not because it was a rebel sheep, neither because it had a limited memory span and forgot why it was running, but because there was a figure standing in front of it, and the sheep lacked the intelligence and common sense to simply run around it. Anyway, that wouldn't be any fun, would it?

"What is this creature?" the obstacle asked, pointing at 402, and Sim peered over the squirming dog's head to see what it was. It was the size of a small boy, except - he was GREEN, and didn't appear to have a nose or any ears!

"Who - are you?" Sim panted, trying to stop Tequito wriggling.

"My name is Zim, a very normal and plain, unadorned Earth worm baby," he said simply, and Sim nodded.

"Earth worm baby," he repeated, "Ok, well, my name is Sim."

"Do not repeat me!" the green child snapped, "MY name is Zim."

"Yeah, but my name is Sim!"

"MY NAME IS ZIM!"

"Sssssim! S - I - M! Sim!"

"Oh, alright," the one who said his name was Zim allowed, then noticed Tequito still squirming in his grasp, "Uh - it appears you have my human dog beast."

Sim looked at Kel, then at Sheep, then at 402, then at Tequito, then at the green child, and at 402 again because he liked the look of it, then back at Kel again in case she got jealous. He looked back at Tequito, then at the green kid.

"Are you sure?" he asked finally, after all the looking had been completed.

The green boy nodded.

"Yes," he said, "That's my dog. Release him, or FEAR MY TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE WRATH OF DOOOOOOOM!"

"Yeah - ok. Well, if it's your dog, then why is he here?" Kel challenged. She could always handle these things a little better than Sim.

The boy shrugged, "He ran away," he said simply.

Kel looked at Sim, and was planning on looking at everyone else but got bored, so went back to the green kid.

"Well, maybe there was a reason for that?" she asked, "Maybe you're not a suitable owner?"

The boy looked annoyed, but passive, "I guess. I was only rolling on the grass with pain because my arch nemesis' sister who I have now kidnapped as revenge sprayed me with Poop Cola. Now, can you give me my dog, or do I have to destroy you first?"

Sim frowned.

"Now, there's no need to be rude, young man," he said, "We just want to get things sorted out, that's all. Ok. If you're his owner, what's the dog's name?"

The kid snorted, "Why, his name is GIR. He's a - special - model of the original Irken SIR units."

Sim raised an eyebrow, and cast his series of looks again. It took a long time with all these extra people, but no one seemed to mind. Sim enjoyed his circle look things.

"No," he said eventually, "His name is Tequito! So there!"

"TEQUITOS!" Tequito screamed, having been quiet all that time, it must have been a record, "I WANT TEQUITOS!"

The green boy smirked, "His name isn't Tequito, foolish Earth monkeys. I know his needs."

"Oh yeah?" Kel sneered.

"Yeah. NOW DESIST THE RESTRAINT OF MY DOG!"

"Like what?"

"Like - tacos."

"TAAAAAACCCCOOOOOOOSSSSSS!!!!!!!!" GIR screamed, now bored of being Tequito, and jumped through Sim's arms to stand in front of the green boy, and saluted.

Sim thought he saw a flash of red through the blank eyes, but shook it off. He moved to see if 402 was ok.

"Come on, GIR. Let's go. I better check on the Dib-Stink's sibling, besides, we've got ransoming to do!" The green boy said, and Kel and Sheep watched the two walk off leisurely.

She shrugged, and went to see to the pie.

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Dib sat in his room, now officially worried. Gaz had been gone since Mysterious Mysteries, which had finished over twelve hours ago. Where could she be? It was going on eleven at night (Mysterious Mysteries had been a repeat) and there had been no contact.

'-and your sister too-' Zim had said in the dream. Since when had Zim ever wanted Gaz individually, but then Dib remembered it had been a dream. But it was so real, the robot so vividly crazy, and Zim so scary and menacing and evil and tall -

Ok, maybe not exactly tall.

Suddenly, Dib's TV began to flicker, and the huge widescreen was on without Dib pressing any buttons. The screen flashed bright white, which made Dib flinch and scramble back with his eyes closed in pain.

When he opened them again, the screen had turned black with a red Irken symbol on it. Dib cleared his throat in terror.

"H-hello?" he stammered, and a screech could be heard in the back ground as the symbol began to dance on the screen with a "doom doom doom-". Dib lowered an eyebrow in confusion. Then, an angry voice came from behind it and it fell back to reveal what was going on.

It seemed that GIR had been holding a black sheet of paper with the symbol on it, and had begun to make it dance, then had fallen back. Well, that's what it seemed like anyway.

Dib looked at what was going on. He could see the brief outline of Zim's bent head, and the distinct yelling at GIR who was singing, some funny alien looking machinery Dib would pay to see close up (with it being Zim's as an exception), and at the very back, a suspended cuboid cage, with a figure inside it-

"GAZ!" Dib yelled involuntarily, and Zim's head jerked up in surprise, spun round to see Gaz, and then remembered she was there purposely, giving himself a little chuckle. He turned round to speak to Dib, a triumphant smile on his face.

"So, Dib-Worm," he snarled, "Nasty to see you again,"

"The feeling is mutual, Zim," Dib said, hatred evidently swarming his voice. He didn't try to hide it, "So you're the reason Gaz is missing,"

A small hand peeping up into the screen offering its master juice averted Zim's attention. He denied the juice, and looked back at Dib.

"What - oh - what - yes, YES, I AM!" he cackled, then choked, deciding he better take some juice after all, and slurped it down, giving the empty can to a devastated GIR. He was too short, Dib couldn't see where the robot went.

Not that he cared, he was too angry with Zim.

"What do you want, Zim?" Dib growled, "What do you want with Gaz?"

Zim had a puzzled look on his face.

"You know-" he said, "I really didn't think about that - I MEAN! Ahem. I mean, I want - a - fishing - uh - turnip - er - shoe?"

"A fishing turnip shoe?" Dib scoffed.

"Yes. NO! I want - " Zim attempted.

"TACOS!" GIR screeched, "Master want tacos!"

"NO! No, GIR! Bad! Go to the naughty corner. GO! Now, yes. I want to bargain with you for your sister's life-" Zim said.

"DUH!" Dib cried, shaking his head. Zim ignored him.

"In exchange for your sibling's life," Zim continued, "I demand your word that you will NEVER, EVER, have a little mini Earth worm baby of your own."

Dib's mouth dropped open, and heard Gaz chuckle slightly. He noticed that GIR was now on top of the cage, and Gaz's chuckle was enough to start off a fit of manic screeching laughter from the robot.

"You are kidding, Zim," Dib gasped, "I-I can't do that!"

Zim sniggered, glad he had struck a nerve. Dib had always wanted a kid to tell all about how aliens DID exist, but now, he could be throwing that all away. But then, it was Gaz. His sister. His little sister had never depended on him before, and yet here it was.

No rule except honour said Dib had to keep his word to Zim. He could have destroyed Zim by the time he was ready to have kids, or Zim could have destroyed the world-

"Well, what's it going to be, Earth midget?" Zim growled, and Dib lowered his head. He couldn't believe this.

"What's he talking' bout?" GIR asked Gaz. Gaz looked up at GIR through the bars in the top of the roof.

"The birds and the bees, I think," Gaz replied, "Don't think Dib will be allowed to have any kids. No loss."

"What birds and bees?" GIR asked, "What about the squirrels?"

"I don't-"

"And the piggies?"

"I-"

"WHAT ABOUT THE TUNA?"

"GIR, I really don't-"

"AND THE TACOOOS?" GIR exploded, really hyper now, "WHAT ABOUT THE TACOOOS??"

"GIR!" Zim yelled from the front, "I'm trying to intimidate here!"

"SOOOOWWWWEEEEEE!"

Zim turned back to Dib with a triumphant glance on his face. He looked towards Gaz and pointed, then turned back to Dib, lowering his arm.

"What's it going to be, Dib?" he asked quietly, "Your Earth worm babies or your terrifying sibling?"

Dib lowered his head, and closed his eyes.

"You promise to return her?" he whispered.

"Huh?" Zim asked.

"You promise to return her?" Dib repeated, a little louder.

"Speak up, I can't hear you!" Zim said, annoyed.

Dib jerked his head up and opened his eyes.

"For Earth's sake, Zim. If I agree, do you promise to leave her alone?"

A flash of unsureness flashed across Zim's face, if only for a second. It was enough to make Dib's spine crawl, though.

'Ok, flesh,' Dib thought, 'Any time you want to stop crawling is OK with me- '

"I promise to release her, Dib. Now say yes or no and get your sorry Earth rear end over here in fifteen minutes or the deal's off!" Zim snarled. Dib scowled. He wasn't done yet.

"No. Promise to leave her alone as well, Zim. Never speak to her again. Never touch her."

It was Zim's turn to scowl.

"These are my terms, Earth child. Do not anger me-" Zim warned.

"You don't have a choice, Zim."

"Very well. If you accept, I will release and leave alone your sibling. And you will never have children. Do we have a deal?"

"Done."

"Fifteen minutes, Dib. Fifteen."

The screen signed off with Zim's triumphant laughter echoing. Dib hauled on his boots and seized his trench coat before sprinting out of the house as fast as he could go.

* * * * * * * * * * * A/N: Oooooooooo. ^_^ Did you enjoy that kiddies???

Next chapter is called Skool Dance, and guess who Zim asks, much to her brother's annoyance? But will she say yes? Or will she kill him? Hard one to call, huh? You'll just have to find out! MWA HAHAHAHAHAH! Ok.