Author Speaks: This is a horribly pointless story that I wrote when I was
very sleepy. Just read it like I wrote it; do not expect any amount of
greatness. Anyhow, constructive critiscisms will always be welcomed, and
flames will always be smothered with laughter.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the thoughts in my head. And maybe the characters I create.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~ Gaz looked up from her GameSlave 5, hoping to see her brother walking towards the door. When she didn't see this, she grumbled, saved her game, and went to it herself. She opened the door and saw a scantily clad and bleeding young woman with an cold look on her face. Gaz raised an eyebrow and said:
"Hello."
The young woman, thinking that this girl was an android, skipped the pleasantries.
"Is Zim here?"
"Hang on," Gaz boredly replied.
She trudged over to the bottom of the stairs.
"Dib! Come get the door!"
Then she went back to her previous spot and resumed playing her game.
Curious, the lady peered in the open door and looked towards where the girl had yelled. Thumping down the stairs, rubbing his eyes, was a young man of about 17, with black, pointy hair, glasses, and pale-ish white skin. This person was obviously not Zim. He walked up to the door, still half-asleep, but woke right up when he noticed what was there: a beautiful girl of 20, he thought, with long, wavy brown hair and piercing blue eyes, wearing practically nothing other than a torn silver bra-type-thingy and a matching pair of equally messed up micro-shorts. And she was injured, trying her best not to lean up against the doorframe. Dib thought she looked like a sexy space-bunny, without the bunny stuff. Then he remembered that he was supposed to speak.
"Oh, um, hi. How can I help you?"
His slight blush and grin fell from his face when she told him she is looking for Zim, and not for him.
"Oh, he's over-" pointing in the direction of Zim's house, and then paused.
"Uh, how about I take you there? It's not far."
She agreed and waited for him to put on his boots and trench coat.
After a pause, he said that she "didn't look so good." This made her frown, and then grin.
"I have my reasons."
"I'll be right back, Gaz!"
He then shut the door and took her arm to support her as they started on their way.
Dib battled himself on whether or not to ask some prodding questions. Over the years he had become wary of what his said or asked. His curiosity eventually got the better of him.
"So, why do you want to see Zim?"
She peered over at him speculatively.
"You are the boy that knows his secret? He has told me of a boy that has your appearance," she asked.
He looked surprised, but nodded at her, waiting for her to continue. She considered him for a second more, and then consented.
"I am here for medical supplies, fuel, food, and-" she smiled, "- companionship. Zim is the closest friend to my path that can give me those things."
Dib looked over at her, half confused, half disgusted that anyone could befriend such a being. She noticed this look and chuckled.
"Zim really is quite an interesting little fellow to be around. He's also a wonderful conversationalist and very humorous, too."
Dib 'hmphed' and shook his head sadly.
"You two are not good friends, are you?" she questioned.
Dib grinned at this, "You could say that, I guess. We stopped trying to kill each other, but we still mess up each others plans as often as possible."
He shook off the memory of that fateful day of reconcile.
The two stopped when they reached Zim's funky-looking abode and gestured to it.
"This is it."
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the thoughts in my head. And maybe the characters I create.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~ Gaz looked up from her GameSlave 5, hoping to see her brother walking towards the door. When she didn't see this, she grumbled, saved her game, and went to it herself. She opened the door and saw a scantily clad and bleeding young woman with an cold look on her face. Gaz raised an eyebrow and said:
"Hello."
The young woman, thinking that this girl was an android, skipped the pleasantries.
"Is Zim here?"
"Hang on," Gaz boredly replied.
She trudged over to the bottom of the stairs.
"Dib! Come get the door!"
Then she went back to her previous spot and resumed playing her game.
Curious, the lady peered in the open door and looked towards where the girl had yelled. Thumping down the stairs, rubbing his eyes, was a young man of about 17, with black, pointy hair, glasses, and pale-ish white skin. This person was obviously not Zim. He walked up to the door, still half-asleep, but woke right up when he noticed what was there: a beautiful girl of 20, he thought, with long, wavy brown hair and piercing blue eyes, wearing practically nothing other than a torn silver bra-type-thingy and a matching pair of equally messed up micro-shorts. And she was injured, trying her best not to lean up against the doorframe. Dib thought she looked like a sexy space-bunny, without the bunny stuff. Then he remembered that he was supposed to speak.
"Oh, um, hi. How can I help you?"
His slight blush and grin fell from his face when she told him she is looking for Zim, and not for him.
"Oh, he's over-" pointing in the direction of Zim's house, and then paused.
"Uh, how about I take you there? It's not far."
She agreed and waited for him to put on his boots and trench coat.
After a pause, he said that she "didn't look so good." This made her frown, and then grin.
"I have my reasons."
"I'll be right back, Gaz!"
He then shut the door and took her arm to support her as they started on their way.
Dib battled himself on whether or not to ask some prodding questions. Over the years he had become wary of what his said or asked. His curiosity eventually got the better of him.
"So, why do you want to see Zim?"
She peered over at him speculatively.
"You are the boy that knows his secret? He has told me of a boy that has your appearance," she asked.
He looked surprised, but nodded at her, waiting for her to continue. She considered him for a second more, and then consented.
"I am here for medical supplies, fuel, food, and-" she smiled, "- companionship. Zim is the closest friend to my path that can give me those things."
Dib looked over at her, half confused, half disgusted that anyone could befriend such a being. She noticed this look and chuckled.
"Zim really is quite an interesting little fellow to be around. He's also a wonderful conversationalist and very humorous, too."
Dib 'hmphed' and shook his head sadly.
"You two are not good friends, are you?" she questioned.
Dib grinned at this, "You could say that, I guess. We stopped trying to kill each other, but we still mess up each others plans as often as possible."
He shook off the memory of that fateful day of reconcile.
The two stopped when they reached Zim's funky-looking abode and gestured to it.
"This is it."