Uhm…hi! *sheepish grin* Sorry it took so long for me to get this stupid little chapter up. Even though it's the holidays my teachers have felt the need to bog us down with homework! *kills English, science, maths and music assignments*
A.E.D: Anyway, whilst Darqx is busy attempting to kill off her homework I'll say something! This chapter (as promised) is somewhat about Micro's history! And seeing as we are on the stupid library computer, taking this story from disk, we shall have to wait later on for chappie two to be fixed up (by request of MZ. Sorri Maran Zelde!) Darqx has been slack lately.
I have not!
A.E.D: You have. Oh yeah! This chapter will contain – dun dun dun! – Flashbacks! We didn't know whether to have flashbacks or just incorporate the story into Zim's speech. Flashbacks have a bit more detail though, so we used those! *mutters* I hope we put them in the right place…Anymoose! The flashback sequences are in italics and start and end with this.. ~*
Now here's Zim with the disclaimer!
Zim: I am going to RULE this stupid DISCLAIMY THING!! The human Darqx does not own ZIIIM for I am ZIIIMM!! Oh…yeah and she also doesn't own the stupid Dib-monkey or my Almighty Tallest. -.0
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"-AND then, then Red and Purple – they're the two most popular guys in the academy - dared me to steal a spaceship and fly it around! So I did! You should have seen me sneak past the guard; he didn't even know I was there! Though Micro almost gave us away when he laughed – he came with me."
"Wow…den what happened?"
It was a few minutes later, and Dib and Zim were still trudging through the snow in search of Micro. Well, at least Dib was trudging through the snow; Zim was still apprehensive about it and was scuttling beside the human on his spider-legs. Dib had asked Zim how he got to Earth, and the alien had launched into this great spiel about his adventure – it seemed to take his mind off his missing MicroSir.
"Then I hopped into this Voot Cruiser in the docking bay and –BAP WHAM! – I blasted off! I was going all fast and whoosh! I went too far and I was out in space!"
"And den?"
"And then I tried to get back to Irk – that's where I live –but I think Micro pressed the wrong button. I told him not to touch the red one! There was a WHOOOSH and all of a sudden a big black hole came out of nowhere and we got sucked in! And me and Micro we were all 'ARRRGGHH ARRRGGHHH!' and then BANG! We crashed here and then I met you."
"Wow…" Dib breathed again. He had been totally engrossed in Zim's tale and was now doubly happy to be best friends with such a cool alien. In fact, he had never been so happy in his short life. He finally had a great friend, not to mention he was helping – actually helping! – someone other than his mommy, sister or occasionally testing out new stuff for his daddy.
There was just one thing he didn't get.
During the search he and Zim had shared information about themselves, yet Zim hadn't told him anything about Micro.
"Zim?"
"Hmm?"
Dib looked up at the alien, who was squinting his crimson eyes and looking off into the distance.
"What about Micro? How'd you meet him?"
Zim frowned slightly, his antennae laying flat against his head. He seemed to again realize exactly why they were out doing what they were doing. It looked like he wasn't going to say anything.
"C'mon you can tell me. Please tell me. Please?" Dib wheedled.
"…Micro…Micro is a MicroSir. That's like a helper for us when we go to skool," Zim said, his voice turning fond, "I got Micro straight when I first started my training…"
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"Irken Zim. Here's your MicroSir. It will assist you in any duties you have to perform whilst in the academy."
A clunk of metal was deposited in front of him. Zim looked down curiously at the unmoving pile – and almost jumped back in shock when it popped into life.
"Micro! Reporting for duty sir!" The robot, a miniature version of a SIR Unit, saluted smartly.
Zim grinned.
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"Micro always helped me out. When I was in skool I was always picked on by almost everyone else because I was shorter than all of them," Zim narrowed his eyes as he remembered, "but me and Micro sorted the worst bullies out."
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"Hey look! It's short-stuff!"
Guffaws followed this statement as Zim walked down the corridor, head down and not making eye contact with anyone. Micro walked close beside him, carrying a load of data discs and casting a somewhat evil eye to those that were mocking his master.
"Hey small fry,"
Someone stepped in front of them. Zim looked up with a slightly annoyed expression – and really had to look up! Three of the older, much taller trainees had blocked his way.
"Where do you think you're going?" One demanded.
"Invader combat training."
"Ha! You?! An invader?! You're lying." Another one accused.
"No I'm not!"
"Yes you are! Who in their right mind would pick someone so SHORT to be an invader?"
"I AM AN INVADER!" Zim shouted, his anger getting the best of him. He glared up at the three in front of him, before immediately being aware that the entire corridor had gone silent at his outburst.
He suddenly found himself flung against a wall and being held up by the lapels of his uniform. A long, gloved finger was jabbed into his chest.
"You dare talk back to us? We're a lot taller than you, you stupid tiny thing, and you dare talk back to us? I think we should teach you a lesson on who's boss around here."
"Fight! Fight! Fight!" The crowd in the corridor started chanting excitedly.
"Micro! DEFEND ME!" Zim screamed as he struggled against his captors.
"Yes my master!" The robot, previously forgotten by everyone and awaiting instruction, leapt towards the trio holding his master – only to be knocked off course by three other MicroSirs. A tussle of metal started up on the floor.
Meanwhile, Zim was getting beaten up. With a high-pitched cry, the vertically challenged Irken shielded his face from anymore oncoming blows and kicked out his legs. There was a grunt of pain and Zim was surprised to find himself on the floor, the grip on his collar having been broken. He quickly scrambled to his feet and ducked under the bullies' legs, giving a good, well placed kick to each of their ankles on his way out.
"MICRO!" Zim yelled as an unmistakable metal blur was thrown past him. There was a loud BANG as Micro landed head first into the sharp corner of a large locker, denting it. The robot fell to the floor, twitching.
"MICRO!!" Zim ran to his fallen companion.
"WHAT"S GOING ON HERE!?"
The corridor fell deathly silent as a large Irken in teacher garb made his presence known. His eyes took in the dented locker, twitching MicroSir and what looked like laser scorch marks on the ceiling (courtesy of the fighting MicroSirs).
"Who started this?" His voice was dangerously soft yet demanding.
The older trainees who had beaten up Zim had got to their feet, rubbing their ankles.
"If I may Sir," one lied smoothly, "it was all that short Irken's fault." He pointed at Zim, who looked the worst for wear with a rapidly bruising eye and a long, bleeding cut on his forehead.
"We were just minding our own business when all of a sudden he ordered his MicroSir to attack us. It's a good thing our MicroSirs were nearby otherwise it would've killed us for sure!"
"That's not what -" Zim started.
"SILENCE! Is that true?" The teacher stared around at the crowd of students, who all started nodding and pointing their fingers accusingly at Zim. The teacher looked down disapprovingly at him.
"Come with me. The rest of you – GET TO YOUR CLASSES!"
There was a mad scramble coupled with various cries of "Yes SIR!" as the corridor emptied. The three bullies left last, grinning smugly at each other.
"But -"
The teacher glared at Zim. Zim sighed and cast his eyes downward. No one would believe him.
"…My MicroSir…" Zim mumbled instead and pointed at Micro. The robot had been thrown with such force that when it had hit the corner of the locker a large chip had been gouged into its head right down to the bottom of an optical piece. Sparks flew from the crack as the robot twitched spasmodically.
"Bring it with you. You can drop it off at the Mechanics before we deal out your punishment. And I advise you not to get to close to your MicroSir. It is not your friend. It is only there to serve you."
Zim frowned and gathered Micro up in his arms, before stiffly following the Irken teacher down the corridor.
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"Ever since then though Micro has been acting sort of…strange. I don't know whether it was because of that crack… or whether Tak messed with its head." Zim muttered.
"Whoa…you got into trouble for some'ting you didn't do? And Micro helped fight de bad guys?"
"Yes."
There was an awkward silence, and then –
"Why is he lost!? Why why why why!? It's not fair he shouldn't be lost! I need him! He shouldn't be lost!" Zim cried out suddenly, angry tears starting to spill onto his cheeks.
Dib patted one of Zim's spider-legs hesitantly, as he couldn't reach him. He didn't know what to do in situations like this. He was only three, after all.
"Maybe if we…call out Micro's name we'll find him faster…" Dib suggested.
Zim looked down at him and nodded as he stubbornly wiped away at his tears. Dib smiled.
"…Micro!" Dib started.
"Micro!" Zim yelled, looking around from atop his high perch. The two continued walking.
"Micro!"
"Micro!"
"Where are you Micro?!"
"Where – are - yooouuu?!"
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Aw tweedles! I think a bug just flew up my nose… 0_o;
I should probably say now that this is an AU, not that you guys haven't figured that out already ^_0
Anyway, please stay tuned for chapter six! I'm a little bit crap at these chapter type of stories (which is why I usually stick with one-shots) but I am trying! *Membrane finger in air pose*
Heheh.
Please Read and Review peoples! Thanks!