Hookay peoples! Sorry this one took so long to churn out, but I've been quite a bit busy. And my inspiration is yet again at a low. On the bright side, boredom spawned a blog (blog = web log for all you newbies. If there are any newbies.). It's marked down as my homepage right now. Go visit, please? You don't have to leave comments. But it'd be nice if you do.
Anyways. I've been trying to incorporate two conflicting ideas into writing this fanfic. Do the water idea, and do my own thing. At the same time. O.o it's hard.
Another thing that happened to me (why am I writing this down here when I have a blog? Nobody reads the author's notes anyways…), I've been checking out my reviewers, and a couple have said on their bio that they don't like yaoi. Which has made me worry. So that didn't help my creation any. Ah, but one night, I got into a miniature fight with a friend, and got inspiration to write this. So, yeah. If there are any errors, please tell me.
Disclaimer: I own lint now! Yaaay! But nothing else.
(BTW: replies to reviewers at end of story)
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Dib was woken, jolted out of a dream, by a crash and the lights flickering. The lights went out for a moment, pitching everything into darkness. There was a scream from the living room, probably Zim's little robot, and a loud thunk, followed by a cry of "MAH CHICKEN!" before the lights went back on.
Torn, Dib wondered if he should get up and see what happened, or if he should just stay where he was. Sitting up and cautiously looking around the room, Dib set his feet on the floor as his more curious side got the better of him, as always. Standing up and brushing out the wrinkles in his Trench coat, Dib took a hesitant step towards the door. No mechanical arms, a good sign.
A stray thought drifted across Dib's mind, why should he bother getting out? but Dib silenced the thought quickly, reminding himself that the world was in danger and nothing would stop Zim from taking over if he wasn't there. It wasn't a comforting thought, in fact it was hardly that, but it was a lifeline, something Dib could hold onto, giving him a reason to live.
Not enjoying the emotions that built in turmoil inside him, Dib silenced them all, only thinking about a possible route for escape. It was then Dib noticed the only real way out of the room was straight out the door, because Zim had forgotten in building the house, that most earthlings have windows in their rooms. The realization made a small hint of annoyance rise, which Dib shortly shoved away, stowing it with the other emotions.
And, having nothing else to do, Dib strode out the door. Almost numbly, he noticed that the house didn't react. No metal hands or wires. Nothing. The lights didn't even flicker. Slamming the door behind him, Dib glanced around, trying to figure which way was the way out. Dully, Dib decided that heading towards the noise of the TV, and the squealing of something, he wasn't sure what, would be a good idea.
Dib moved down the hall quickly, focusing on where he thought the sounds of the TV were coming from. It was harder than he thought. But, lucky for him, Zim's house was fairly simple. So soon Dib had made it into the living room, which, almost Ironically, was only lived in by GIR. Speaking of GIR, Dib noticed where the squeaking noise had come from. GIR was rolling around on the floor, giggling manically and squeaking loudly.
Dib stood watching for a while, watching GIR idly, not really thinking anything, before he noticed the complete lack of Zim's presence. Automatically, Dib assumed Zim was thinking up a precious take-over-the-planet plan, and on auto-drive, Dib asked GIR without really thinking about his words, "Where's Zim?"
GIR stopped rolling around, and twisted into a sitting position, grinning hugely. "You've got a biiiig head!"
Blinking, confused, Dib tried again. "Where's Zim?"
GIR stood up, without answering, and bounded over to Dib, before hugging the human so hard that Dib squeaked. And the tiny robot asked, eyes getting kind of squinty, "Why's your head so biiiiig? Can I climb it?"
Amazingly enough, Dib was able to squeak out a couple words that sounded like "Rib Cage…"
As soon as Dib said it, GIR dropped Dib to the floor and marched over to the TV, plopping down in front of it and switching the TV on. GIR squealed in delight, something that Dib didn't really catch, about a monkey.
Dib sighed deeply. Now what was he going to do? Trapped with a robot that wouldn't answer any of his questions, and found TV more important than the world. Of course, it didn't surprise him much that one of Zim's pieces of alien technology didn't care about earth. Dib sighed one more time, and figured he might as well ask again.
"Hey, GIR, where's Zim?"
"Mastaaah's down the toilet!" GIR squealed, bringing his knees to his chest and looking proud of himself.
"Thanks, GIR." Dib thanked the little robot, before turning and walking into the kitchen. He heard GIR scream something like "LOVE FROM THE PIGGIES!!" as he stepped into the horribly un-earthling kitchen. Dib glanced at the toilet in the room, wondering what possessed Zim to put a toilet in the kitchen, before moving towards the said toilet and flushing himself down to the lab.
Dib had plenty of time to wonder almost idly if he was going to get killed for going into the labs the front way as the elevator moved steadily downwards, below ground level, where no one could see it. the elevator door opened. Dib stepped out of the elevator, into Zim's labs. He was met by a blanket of complete black.
The Elevator's doors slammed shut. Dib was left to himself in the huge blackness, no light whatsoever. Why would Zim be in pitch blackness? It confused Dib. He took a couple steps forwards, and tripped over something, landing flat on his face. Dib felt something snap, and sat up. One half of his glasses fell to the floor, it seemed the bridge of his glasses had snapped.
"Damnit…" Dib muttered, feeling around for the other half of his glasses. Just as the boy's hand grabbed onto the wire frames, a loud muffled boom echoed around, and Dib could almost feel the ground shake beneath him. Dib glanced around, trying to see in the blackness, what had happened? Nothing seemed familiar at all. But then again, nothing seemed completely wrong.
Dib stood up again, and promptly tripped over something else. This something else was a good thing to trip over, it seemed; a spark ran up a cable, and a dim light flickered on overhead, casting everything in a pale glow. Further into the labs, Dib saw a trail of lights flicker on lazily through the one eye that had a corrective lens over it. He could see now. Now to find Zim.
Dib stood up yet again, and this time he was successful. Walking past things scattered on the floor, Dib continued into the recesses of the lab, searching for Zim. He wouldn't admit it, even to himself, but he'd rather like to find Zim safe. The Irken couldn't die yet.
Stepping into a room, Dib gulped. Another black room. It wasn't completely black though, the computer that took up one wall lit up some of the room with pale irken writing that skittered across the screen. In the dim light, Dib could see how much damage was done to the computer. Things were dented, things were crushed, some things even had holes through them. What had happened?
Dib paused, tensing up. He strained his ears, all other thoughts and emotions left as he concentrated on the hunt. Dib crept forward, stepping slowly as not to make any sound. Light breathing echoed around the room, broken by swift intakes of breath and occasional crying sounds. Dib's first thought was that it was Zim, but he dismissed the thought almost immediately. Zim wouldn't cry. Couldn't. he was a cold-blooded alien bent on taking over the world.
Stepping quietly forwards, Dib tripped again. For the third time. A yelp of pain that wasn't his own echoed out, and Dib hit something else on his fall, which fell over, clattering. Dib heard a quiet gasp, and Zim's voice mutter in surprise, "Dib!"
Dib sat up quickly. Spinning, he came face to face with Zim, whose red eyes were wide and shining from the dim light of the computer. "Zim?!" Dib gasped out almost silently.
There was a moment of silence, and then Zim's eyes narrowed dangerously before he yelled and tackled Dib, punching the human's face and shattering the one lens still intact in Dib's good half of glasses. Dib winced, shutting his eyes tight as a few of the glass shards stuck into his face, thankfully missing his eyes, but didn't make a noise. Dib didn't seem to notice but now Zim was screaming obscenities in a language unknown to him.
But Dib finally did notice when Zim punched him, a bit weaker this time, and when Zim switched to English. "Stupid Dib-monkey! Why did you have to come here? Why? Why couldn't you just stay out of my way? They wouldn't have abandoned me if you weren't here! Your stinking germ-infested race is inferior! But why can't I defeat you?! Why?! Why damnit?!"
"Zim?" Dib questioned, confused now.
The Irken hissed, closing his eyes tight and punched Dib in the jaw, harder this time. "Shut up! Just shut up! Damn you! Damn your stinking race!" A small sob broke free from Zim, and Dib couldn't help staring. "Damn you…"
Zim couldn't concentrate on fighting now. Dib could tell. And this was just all too strange. Too much to deal with. His family was dead, nobody cared about him, and now Zim was having a breakdown for no obvious reason. It didn't make any sense. It was too confusing. Gaz's and Professor Membrane's deaths were too fresh in his mind. Dib's chest hurt suddenly. He had to get out.
Dib shoved Zim away and twisted until he was on one knee. Standing up, Dib took off running, out of the room, only trying to get out. Just to get out. To get away from Zim. From what he perceived was the source of all his problems. It was too much. Seeing Zim like that almost broke him. The Irken never showed feelings. Everything was messed up. Everything was wrong. He needed to get away.
Dib tripped, falling into the elevator. The elevator automatically started it's trek upwards as Dib caught his breath. Just as Dib got his breath back, he was forcibly expelled from the kitchen trashcan. Stumbling, then tripping, Dib retrieved his stability and continued running. But, when en route to outside, Dib tripped over GIR, who giggled madly. Dib lifted himself up with his hands, breathing heavily. A bit of blood dripped from his face. Ah yes, the glass wounds. He had forgotten them.
One of Dib's hands clenched into a fist. Now that he remembered the glass wounds, they hurt. He could almost feel the glass in his face. Weeding deeper into his skin. Cutting. It hurt. Almost rivaling the non-physical pain in his chest.
"Ooo, you's drip red stuff! Master drips green stuff! You're different!" GIR noted merrily, standing up and then patting Dib on the shoulder. Suddenly GIR turned away, then ran off, screaming, "I NEEEEEED TACOS!!"
Dib stared at the floor. Just stared at it. His breathing slowed, his hand unclenched. But it still hurt.
The Human looked up as he heard footsteps, coming from the kitchen. He couldn't see, his glasses were imbedded around his eye. But he could make out the green figure as it walked from the kitchen. The green figure stopped. Black gloves crossed over a reddish shirt. "Get out." Dib heard Zim hiss.
Dib stood up, wincing as he blinked. The glass shards hurt. Cupping a hand to his eye, Dib paused, looking at the blurry green figure of Zim. Dib pulled his hand away, and a bit of blood stained his hand.
"Get out!" Zim shrieked, it didn't matter to him that Dib was hurt. Zim was hurting inside already. It didn't matter. "Get out, you damned stink beast!"
Dib winced again. He held a hand up to his eye and turned away from Zim. He took a step towards the door and stopped for a second. "Goodbye, Zim." Dib said over his shoulder, a note of finality in his voice. The Human then turned, walking out of Zim's house. The door slammed shut, as if it decided it was the last time it would open again.
Zim hissed, crossing his arms against himself. "He saw… he saw… I'm a failure…" Zim muttered to himself, turning and leaning against the inner wall of the Kitchen before sliding to the ground. "I'm… alone."
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okee-dokee. Time to reply to reviewers. Because I'm nice.
DibMagician – You have reviewed more than once! You… um… give me a second… shall get a virtual bag of cookies (of your choice) and get to be mentioned here! Eheheheh… ^_^;;;
Bella12 – yes. And now, back to Dibby. And Zim, too. And GIR's in this chapter too. I'm proud! Oh yes, you've also reviewed more than once. bag of cookies for you.
Shang Hai – you have begged. I have given. And, I like reviewing people's fics (although I'm lazy so half the time I don't)!
johnnymaniac777 – Wow. You didn't mindlessly flame my fic. I (almost) love you now. Even though I don't know why I'm replying to you, as you're not reading meh ficcie. Ah well. Thanks for assuring me of that quote!
And, I shall reply to other reviewers in the next chapter. Now I must sleeeeeeep… =_=