PUNK RAWK... Rawks?
Darn and their titles! No periods! I hate this. That sounds kinna funny.
Thank you for all the reviews. (Though, few they are, it's a lot for me in that short of time. Wow.)
Here's the second chapter, because I love you all so much! And also partially, I couldn't resist to do this one. It was nagging at me. Again.
Disclaimers once again the same in the first chapter. I don't own any of these characters, or any bands and/or songs that will be mentioned.
Chapter 2: Maybe He Played Dress-Up As A Kid...
"Oh my like, gosh! The freaky green kid is like... not wearing a dress today!"
Dib turned his head in the direction of the girlish voice known as Zita. Whenever he heard "freaky green kid" or any of the other phrases that signaled ZIM, he became focused on only that one thing: ZIM.
Well, it's not like he wasn't focused on ZIM at all times. Well, actually, every once in awhile, he did think of other things...
Ah, ZIM. Dib smacked his lips a bit, though unsure to as why.
He heard more snickers, mutters, and other comments as he looked around trying to spot ZIM.
Well, green skin was a good clue.
His jaw dropped as he finally found him walking down the High School yard to the building.
"ZIM?!" he gasped in shock. ZIM stopped right in front of him, posing almost it seemed, in a proud stance that could only be defined as ZIM.
"You cannot foil me, this time! Look at me! LOOK AT ME!" ZIM said shouting. Dib couldn't help but flush a little, from embarrassment.
"I am what you call... this PUNK ROCKER!" he said, moving his hands in a displaying fashion around the sides of his body, as if asking Dib to look him over.
"And nothing can stop me now! Not even you! Especially not the likes of YOU!" ZIM said, pointing at Dib's face.
Dib grabbed his hand, shoving it away from his face.
"ZIM, what does you looking like something that just got run over a car have to do with anything?" Dib asked.
ZIM didn't quite look like he got run over by a car, but something was definitely... different. Way different. ZIM was wearing something that appeared to be his normal uniform, but the cuffs around the neck and arms were ripped off, as well as the bottom of it so it would look more like a semi-long shirt than a dress.
Let's not mention for some reason or another, it was dyed dark grey instead of the normal fuchsia he wore.
On one of his arms, the right, he had a black and white thick-striped armwarmer. While on the other, he had various spiked collars and bracelettes. On his neck, he wore a spiked black choker.
His pants were black bondage pants, and ripped in some places for added "effect", and frayed at the bottom so they were knee-highs.
He was wearing some more freaky thick-striped black and white armwarmers, except these were stockings, and on his legs.
The outfit was completed by the weird-ass shoes that were black and white.
...But no, oh no, this wasn't the end.
Dib let his eyes travel upwards to ZIM's face, where there, he saw the most horrible, scary, and frightening sight EVER.
"...ZIM, is that.. A MOHAWK?!" Dib gasped in shock again, twice in one day. Possibly a new record, maybe not.
"Yes, it is a MOE...HAWK." ZIM said as if he were proud of this fact.
"...You are aware, your antennae are showing." Dib stated, pointing at his antennae sticking up from his head.
"Do you not know anything? That is my HAIR, fool!" ZIM said as he marched into the building.
"Yeh, don't you know anything Dib? That's the style!" Zita said, rolling her eyes.
Dib stood there as the rest of the kids shuffled into the building. Maybe he should make a run for it now, or pinch himself incase he was dreaming.
He did pinch himself. No. He wasn't dreaming.
He sighed, knowing if he missed school, the principal would do horribly awful things to him. He had already missed enough school chasing paranormal creatures (mainly ZIM), and was said if he were to do so again he'd be sent to the Crazy House for Boys... ...again.
Plus also he was curious.
With that in mind, he admitted defeat as he walked into the building.
Darn and their titles! No periods! I hate this. That sounds kinna funny.
Thank you for all the reviews. (Though, few they are, it's a lot for me in that short of time. Wow.)
Here's the second chapter, because I love you all so much! And also partially, I couldn't resist to do this one. It was nagging at me. Again.
Disclaimers once again the same in the first chapter. I don't own any of these characters, or any bands and/or songs that will be mentioned.
Chapter 2: Maybe He Played Dress-Up As A Kid...
"Oh my like, gosh! The freaky green kid is like... not wearing a dress today!"
Dib turned his head in the direction of the girlish voice known as Zita. Whenever he heard "freaky green kid" or any of the other phrases that signaled ZIM, he became focused on only that one thing: ZIM.
Well, it's not like he wasn't focused on ZIM at all times. Well, actually, every once in awhile, he did think of other things...
Ah, ZIM. Dib smacked his lips a bit, though unsure to as why.
He heard more snickers, mutters, and other comments as he looked around trying to spot ZIM.
Well, green skin was a good clue.
His jaw dropped as he finally found him walking down the High School yard to the building.
"ZIM?!" he gasped in shock. ZIM stopped right in front of him, posing almost it seemed, in a proud stance that could only be defined as ZIM.
"You cannot foil me, this time! Look at me! LOOK AT ME!" ZIM said shouting. Dib couldn't help but flush a little, from embarrassment.
"I am what you call... this PUNK ROCKER!" he said, moving his hands in a displaying fashion around the sides of his body, as if asking Dib to look him over.
"And nothing can stop me now! Not even you! Especially not the likes of YOU!" ZIM said, pointing at Dib's face.
Dib grabbed his hand, shoving it away from his face.
"ZIM, what does you looking like something that just got run over a car have to do with anything?" Dib asked.
ZIM didn't quite look like he got run over by a car, but something was definitely... different. Way different. ZIM was wearing something that appeared to be his normal uniform, but the cuffs around the neck and arms were ripped off, as well as the bottom of it so it would look more like a semi-long shirt than a dress.
Let's not mention for some reason or another, it was dyed dark grey instead of the normal fuchsia he wore.
On one of his arms, the right, he had a black and white thick-striped armwarmer. While on the other, he had various spiked collars and bracelettes. On his neck, he wore a spiked black choker.
His pants were black bondage pants, and ripped in some places for added "effect", and frayed at the bottom so they were knee-highs.
He was wearing some more freaky thick-striped black and white armwarmers, except these were stockings, and on his legs.
The outfit was completed by the weird-ass shoes that were black and white.
...But no, oh no, this wasn't the end.
Dib let his eyes travel upwards to ZIM's face, where there, he saw the most horrible, scary, and frightening sight EVER.
"...ZIM, is that.. A MOHAWK?!" Dib gasped in shock again, twice in one day. Possibly a new record, maybe not.
"Yes, it is a MOE...HAWK." ZIM said as if he were proud of this fact.
"...You are aware, your antennae are showing." Dib stated, pointing at his antennae sticking up from his head.
"Do you not know anything? That is my HAIR, fool!" ZIM said as he marched into the building.
"Yeh, don't you know anything Dib? That's the style!" Zita said, rolling her eyes.
Dib stood there as the rest of the kids shuffled into the building. Maybe he should make a run for it now, or pinch himself incase he was dreaming.
He did pinch himself. No. He wasn't dreaming.
He sighed, knowing if he missed school, the principal would do horribly awful things to him. He had already missed enough school chasing paranormal creatures (mainly ZIM), and was said if he were to do so again he'd be sent to the Crazy House for Boys... ...again.
Plus also he was curious.
With that in mind, he admitted defeat as he walked into the building.