Disclaimer: don't own anything. Mr. Vasquez owns all.
AN: If you like Gir as an insane integral part of the story, then you'll have put up with Gir in this whole fic.
Deal with it.
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"Zim, glad to be part of your wretched life once again. I hope that we will meet as soon as possible, and if our Project runs smoothly, we will.
Your ever-loving friend,
Dee"
The message sent by mail. My lab is destroyed. By me. I figured I wouldn't need it.
........
....
...
Oh..... fffffffuck!
Fuck! I scream and scream and scream. Not her. Why the fuck her!?
Of all the bitches on that fucking planet of mine did she have to become aide to the Tallest?
To spite me? Perhaps. My goals were to gain acceptance and appreciation by everyone, especially the Tallest. So when I disappeared, she took the quickest road to their side. Sides.
.......
..
Shit. I turn on the TV, why? Because it's a human thing to do, that's why. Humans like to numb their brains to a rotting mush, using an entertaining death screen.
.....
.....
.......
Nothing on.
Fuck it, there never is. I don't like their broadcasting, it's shit. The Scary Monkey Show!? How has that managed to stay on for so many years? The monkey is almost dead. I feel sorry for him. It's more like The Incontinent Grey Hair Toothless Sometimes-growls-slightly Monkey Show. Well, that proves one thing. That I'm not fully fucked into a walking pile of inferiority.
Dee.....
.......Dee.......
......Argh! Fuck you Dee!!
I scream some more and rampage down to my broken lab.
Into my created darkness.
Where I can scream some more.
-
I jumped onto my bed and stared up at the ceiling. Bare squares of colour against the slightly more faded same colour. My pictures and posters, I got rid of a whle ago. That part of me died when Zim's spirit did too. Besides, It seemed like I was the only one on Earth who took it seriously. Mankind seemed to create paranormal creatures and things just to make the public feel either scared that there is something that they don't know about, or try and interest them for ratings. I felt like it was me, the person truly believing in investigating what was unknown, against everyone else, who saw it as a profit.
Still, not much of a difference from everyday life..... hah.
.......
.......
Hunger. Hmm..... I leave my strangely bare walled room and head downstairs to the kitchen. With any luck, she won't be there. Hopefully she'll be in her room, playing a computer game, fanatic little bitch.
The last time I said 'Good morning', she hit my, and I quote "fucking huge shit-faced" head with a glass and later I had to have stitches. She never says sorry. I can feel the scar on my scalp.
......
Shit, she's in there. Eating something...... and playing a handheld waste- of-time.
I turn to leave but she saw me. Fuck. 'Hey....' I try to sound casual and nice, as I walk into the room awkwardly, but I just come off insecure. What is she? A cat or something? She just looks at me like she can smell the fear.
Fuck, I shouldn't have to fear my younger sibling, but she's either incredibly strong or I'm just pathetically weak. Or both...
She goes back to her game.
I nervously remove the juice from the refridgerator, even though I'm hungry, I'll have to wait. I take a glass from a cupboard and pour some juice. The orange liquid seems so slow, and I find myself concentrating on the liquid, willing it to hurry up. I'm so anxious, I can hear her crunching her food, and when she speaks so suddenly I physically jump, spilling the orange juice. She says, without moving,
"letter for you."
.....
She fucking enjoyed it I just fucking know.
-
And then some Gir.
He walked on all fours along a fence, occasionally slipping, but quickly regaining his odd footing. No real paws, you see. A little green dog walking along a wooden fence. His face a perfect picture of a happy little contentment. His tongue happily moved in and out of his mouth.
"meooooow" he chirped. Somehow, along the way, he had got it into his head to act like a cat. Even though his disguise suggested a dog.
Gir continued to walk along the fence until it came to an end, then jumping down to the ground, he walked down an alleyway between two houses and eyed a carbage can thoughtfully, at least, thoughtfully for what he was, and with ease and swiftness, jumped into it to eat it's contents.
Goodnight Gir, enjoy your meal.
"meeeeoooooow"
What do you expect? His brain's made out of garbage.
-
I am important. Very important. When Irkens hear my name they know not to bother me. I am one of the highest individuals in the hierarchical ladder. I have no doubt you are on the lowest rung.
I am also tall. Obviously, not as tall as my Tallest, but to everyone else, I can do what I want. If I want you dead, then it will be done. Do not cross me.
I am Dee, the one Zim will realise that he should not have tried to compete with. Tiny insignificant little bother that he is. He will see that I have won. And I also have no doubt, that when he got my little communiqué, he probably either became very aggressive, or just fearful.
Dee keeps her promises.
And Zim, I do not make exceptions.
I am Dee, and you will pay for scarring your superior.
-
Dib? I say quietly as I put my head round his door. Don't be asleep, my mind's voice says. He is. Shit.
....
I watch him.
...
.
Fucking tears.
....
Shit, I wanna say sorry. For everything.
.......
Fuck, I can't.
And I know the reason why. ......
I go back to my room.
I turn off my consoles, my p.c. and my light.
I enter the closet.
I hate myself.
I really am a fucking bitch if I make him so uneasy around me. My bro-.... half brother shouldn't have to put up with it. With me.
He fears me and with good reason. But that's not want I want. I want to be close to him, as friends and siblings. But I can't. My mother left Dad because she couldn't accept Dib. She left me behind. Because of Dib. I shouldn't blame him but I do, and I take my anger out on him, unfairly. I don't even apologise.
Earlier he was so nervous just being in the kitchen with me. I tell him he's got mail and he jumps and spills juice. I didn't want to, but I started to laugh.
Fuck.
....
I stand in my closet and reach up. My hand brushes the hanging light cord and I pull it. The light bulb turns on..... dull.
This is where I keep her pictures. The pictures of my mother. They're stuck to the wall. In between the clothes. I come in here so that I never forget. Forget her. I may have only known her for a short time but I still see her.
Sounds fucking emotional but it's true.
......
I stare, once again, at the picture stuck in front of me. It's crooked, but that's not why I've spent so much time looking at it. There's Dad, without his lab coat. I think he wears it all the time to ward off women. First wife died, second left. He just wants to work now. There's a small Dib, sitting on a nicely decorated chair, specially for photos. A tiny me is being held in her arms. My mother. She's not happy. She may have stopped smiling for just one moment to glance at Dib, but the camera caught it and tells what she was thinking.
'Go away, child. You shouldn't be here. My little Gaz is better than you.' It's the look of contempt. She wanted Dib to be out of the picture, probably literally as well as in the family.
.....
Time passes and I go to bed.
But first I complete level twelve mission nineteen.
Hard boss.
Hard life.
-
Begin tomorrow already.....
Chapter end.
AN: If you like Gir as an insane integral part of the story, then you'll have put up with Gir in this whole fic.
Deal with it.
-
"Zim, glad to be part of your wretched life once again. I hope that we will meet as soon as possible, and if our Project runs smoothly, we will.
Your ever-loving friend,
Dee"
The message sent by mail. My lab is destroyed. By me. I figured I wouldn't need it.
........
....
...
Oh..... fffffffuck!
Fuck! I scream and scream and scream. Not her. Why the fuck her!?
Of all the bitches on that fucking planet of mine did she have to become aide to the Tallest?
To spite me? Perhaps. My goals were to gain acceptance and appreciation by everyone, especially the Tallest. So when I disappeared, she took the quickest road to their side. Sides.
.......
..
Shit. I turn on the TV, why? Because it's a human thing to do, that's why. Humans like to numb their brains to a rotting mush, using an entertaining death screen.
.....
.....
.......
Nothing on.
Fuck it, there never is. I don't like their broadcasting, it's shit. The Scary Monkey Show!? How has that managed to stay on for so many years? The monkey is almost dead. I feel sorry for him. It's more like The Incontinent Grey Hair Toothless Sometimes-growls-slightly Monkey Show. Well, that proves one thing. That I'm not fully fucked into a walking pile of inferiority.
Dee.....
.......Dee.......
......Argh! Fuck you Dee!!
I scream some more and rampage down to my broken lab.
Into my created darkness.
Where I can scream some more.
-
I jumped onto my bed and stared up at the ceiling. Bare squares of colour against the slightly more faded same colour. My pictures and posters, I got rid of a whle ago. That part of me died when Zim's spirit did too. Besides, It seemed like I was the only one on Earth who took it seriously. Mankind seemed to create paranormal creatures and things just to make the public feel either scared that there is something that they don't know about, or try and interest them for ratings. I felt like it was me, the person truly believing in investigating what was unknown, against everyone else, who saw it as a profit.
Still, not much of a difference from everyday life..... hah.
.......
.......
Hunger. Hmm..... I leave my strangely bare walled room and head downstairs to the kitchen. With any luck, she won't be there. Hopefully she'll be in her room, playing a computer game, fanatic little bitch.
The last time I said 'Good morning', she hit my, and I quote "fucking huge shit-faced" head with a glass and later I had to have stitches. She never says sorry. I can feel the scar on my scalp.
......
Shit, she's in there. Eating something...... and playing a handheld waste- of-time.
I turn to leave but she saw me. Fuck. 'Hey....' I try to sound casual and nice, as I walk into the room awkwardly, but I just come off insecure. What is she? A cat or something? She just looks at me like she can smell the fear.
Fuck, I shouldn't have to fear my younger sibling, but she's either incredibly strong or I'm just pathetically weak. Or both...
She goes back to her game.
I nervously remove the juice from the refridgerator, even though I'm hungry, I'll have to wait. I take a glass from a cupboard and pour some juice. The orange liquid seems so slow, and I find myself concentrating on the liquid, willing it to hurry up. I'm so anxious, I can hear her crunching her food, and when she speaks so suddenly I physically jump, spilling the orange juice. She says, without moving,
"letter for you."
.....
She fucking enjoyed it I just fucking know.
-
And then some Gir.
He walked on all fours along a fence, occasionally slipping, but quickly regaining his odd footing. No real paws, you see. A little green dog walking along a wooden fence. His face a perfect picture of a happy little contentment. His tongue happily moved in and out of his mouth.
"meooooow" he chirped. Somehow, along the way, he had got it into his head to act like a cat. Even though his disguise suggested a dog.
Gir continued to walk along the fence until it came to an end, then jumping down to the ground, he walked down an alleyway between two houses and eyed a carbage can thoughtfully, at least, thoughtfully for what he was, and with ease and swiftness, jumped into it to eat it's contents.
Goodnight Gir, enjoy your meal.
"meeeeoooooow"
What do you expect? His brain's made out of garbage.
-
I am important. Very important. When Irkens hear my name they know not to bother me. I am one of the highest individuals in the hierarchical ladder. I have no doubt you are on the lowest rung.
I am also tall. Obviously, not as tall as my Tallest, but to everyone else, I can do what I want. If I want you dead, then it will be done. Do not cross me.
I am Dee, the one Zim will realise that he should not have tried to compete with. Tiny insignificant little bother that he is. He will see that I have won. And I also have no doubt, that when he got my little communiqué, he probably either became very aggressive, or just fearful.
Dee keeps her promises.
And Zim, I do not make exceptions.
I am Dee, and you will pay for scarring your superior.
-
Dib? I say quietly as I put my head round his door. Don't be asleep, my mind's voice says. He is. Shit.
....
I watch him.
...
.
Fucking tears.
....
Shit, I wanna say sorry. For everything.
.......
Fuck, I can't.
And I know the reason why. ......
I go back to my room.
I turn off my consoles, my p.c. and my light.
I enter the closet.
I hate myself.
I really am a fucking bitch if I make him so uneasy around me. My bro-.... half brother shouldn't have to put up with it. With me.
He fears me and with good reason. But that's not want I want. I want to be close to him, as friends and siblings. But I can't. My mother left Dad because she couldn't accept Dib. She left me behind. Because of Dib. I shouldn't blame him but I do, and I take my anger out on him, unfairly. I don't even apologise.
Earlier he was so nervous just being in the kitchen with me. I tell him he's got mail and he jumps and spills juice. I didn't want to, but I started to laugh.
Fuck.
....
I stand in my closet and reach up. My hand brushes the hanging light cord and I pull it. The light bulb turns on..... dull.
This is where I keep her pictures. The pictures of my mother. They're stuck to the wall. In between the clothes. I come in here so that I never forget. Forget her. I may have only known her for a short time but I still see her.
Sounds fucking emotional but it's true.
......
I stare, once again, at the picture stuck in front of me. It's crooked, but that's not why I've spent so much time looking at it. There's Dad, without his lab coat. I think he wears it all the time to ward off women. First wife died, second left. He just wants to work now. There's a small Dib, sitting on a nicely decorated chair, specially for photos. A tiny me is being held in her arms. My mother. She's not happy. She may have stopped smiling for just one moment to glance at Dib, but the camera caught it and tells what she was thinking.
'Go away, child. You shouldn't be here. My little Gaz is better than you.' It's the look of contempt. She wanted Dib to be out of the picture, probably literally as well as in the family.
.....
Time passes and I go to bed.
But first I complete level twelve mission nineteen.
Hard boss.
Hard life.
-
Begin tomorrow already.....
Chapter end.