THE STORY SO FAR! Dib and Zim have decided to cooperate and not kill each other while stuck there.
Dib and Zim travelled deeper in the cave, searching for a way out. A quick tremor rolled beneath them in a bad attempt to create plot. "What was that?" Dib looked around for an answer, but all he got was a loud squeeking noise and a sudden weight on Dib's right leg. Looking down, he found a Zim wrapped around his mid thigh, looking franticially everywhere for the causing of ground movement.
Without thinking, Dib did the fucking weirdest thing ever, attempted to comfort the alien groping his leg. "There, there" He murmured while he stroked Zim's disguiseless head.
This woke up Zim from his panick (when you add an unnecessary k, you know the story sucks), and he latched himself away from the Dib leg. "DON'T YOU TOUCH ZIM!"
"You touched me first" replied Dib with his rightous indignation.
The Irken menace's features flared with the heat of his denial, what ever that means. "Your flithy human head imagines things!"
Dib glared at Zim, opened his mouth, and then realized something. Zim seemed paler, his eyes not sparkling with the usual tang.
As if on cue, Zim shuddered. "It's getting colder human."
Concern washed over Dib's brain, diluting his hate for the little alien, and strengthening the LUST DEEP INSIDE HIS... Oh yeah. Anyway, concern made Dib stupid. "You... really look a bit below the weather, Zim."
"How can I be under the weather, I am underground earth stink!" snapped the irritable invader. (A/N: Snerk, giggle, chortle)
Dib sighed, his sense of justice kicking out all of his other emotions, and shed his glorious trenchcoat, and handed it to Zim. "Here, put it on"
Zim slapped the coat as if were something like a bad dog or a cheating husband. "I do not need your flithy coat" sneered Zim. "It smells of YOU."
Co-Author Mary ordered Monster Dib to perform counter. "So? You'll freeze to death out here anyway. I mean, c'mon, what kind of superior race dies for being trapped inside of a cave? Don't get pathetic. Wear it."
"Fine!" Zim snatched Dib's coat rudely. "I'll wear your stinkin ditch coat!." On Zim, the coat was WAY too big. Like... three trillion sizes too large.
Some snickers escaped Dib's mouth as he stared at the smothered alien. "I don't even know why I'm helping YOU out. All right, let's go."
They turned and headed deeper in the dark, dank cave. Ooh spooky.
Another shiver crawled up Zim's spine. This place was so very cold, and the cave walls were shadowy. What's more, his PAK was overriden with data, and was alerting him that his time had come. Oh why couldn't have it waited till they got back to Irk? WHY? And why did the Dib have to be there? But... the only thing to do was to overcome obstacles. The mission depends on it.
The duo continued on for some time in silence, until a loud shrieking noise caused them to stop. Dib raised his arm in front of Zim to protect him from the danger automatically, as he had always wanted to protect a female in his life and Zim was probably the closest thing to a girl Dib was ever going to get to anyway. "WAIT-WHAT-WUZZAT?!" Dib yelled, making it clear to everyone he obviously forgot to take his medication that morning.
There was a loud howl, and Dib found himself holding an extra fifty pounds in his arms. He looked down and saw a shuddering Zim whom had jumped in his arms in a fit of fear and comic hilarity. "DON'T LET TOUCH ZIM!!" Yelled the paranoid invader.
After staring at Zim for a second, Dib dropped him rudely onto the ground and took out his camera. "It must be that Yeti!"
Rubbing his ass, Zim glared at Dib and regained his senses. "You are simply imagining things Dib-Worm."
"Am no- GAHHHH!!" Unexpectedly, as no one would expect a trapdoor to be hidden in a cavern somewhere in the mountains, a trapdoor opened beneath Dib and quickly vanished as soon as his meaty big head was seen no more. And the paragraph was all horribly all inconsistant, but the editor is too lazy to care.
Zim looked down where the trapdoor was. "Dib-human?" And was only greeted with silence.
Dib and Zim travelled deeper in the cave, searching for a way out. A quick tremor rolled beneath them in a bad attempt to create plot. "What was that?" Dib looked around for an answer, but all he got was a loud squeeking noise and a sudden weight on Dib's right leg. Looking down, he found a Zim wrapped around his mid thigh, looking franticially everywhere for the causing of ground movement.
Without thinking, Dib did the fucking weirdest thing ever, attempted to comfort the alien groping his leg. "There, there" He murmured while he stroked Zim's disguiseless head.
This woke up Zim from his panick (when you add an unnecessary k, you know the story sucks), and he latched himself away from the Dib leg. "DON'T YOU TOUCH ZIM!"
"You touched me first" replied Dib with his rightous indignation.
The Irken menace's features flared with the heat of his denial, what ever that means. "Your flithy human head imagines things!"
Dib glared at Zim, opened his mouth, and then realized something. Zim seemed paler, his eyes not sparkling with the usual tang.
As if on cue, Zim shuddered. "It's getting colder human."
Concern washed over Dib's brain, diluting his hate for the little alien, and strengthening the LUST DEEP INSIDE HIS... Oh yeah. Anyway, concern made Dib stupid. "You... really look a bit below the weather, Zim."
"How can I be under the weather, I am underground earth stink!" snapped the irritable invader. (A/N: Snerk, giggle, chortle)
Dib sighed, his sense of justice kicking out all of his other emotions, and shed his glorious trenchcoat, and handed it to Zim. "Here, put it on"
Zim slapped the coat as if were something like a bad dog or a cheating husband. "I do not need your flithy coat" sneered Zim. "It smells of YOU."
Co-Author Mary ordered Monster Dib to perform counter. "So? You'll freeze to death out here anyway. I mean, c'mon, what kind of superior race dies for being trapped inside of a cave? Don't get pathetic. Wear it."
"Fine!" Zim snatched Dib's coat rudely. "I'll wear your stinkin ditch coat!." On Zim, the coat was WAY too big. Like... three trillion sizes too large.
Some snickers escaped Dib's mouth as he stared at the smothered alien. "I don't even know why I'm helping YOU out. All right, let's go."
They turned and headed deeper in the dark, dank cave. Ooh spooky.
Another shiver crawled up Zim's spine. This place was so very cold, and the cave walls were shadowy. What's more, his PAK was overriden with data, and was alerting him that his time had come. Oh why couldn't have it waited till they got back to Irk? WHY? And why did the Dib have to be there? But... the only thing to do was to overcome obstacles. The mission depends on it.
The duo continued on for some time in silence, until a loud shrieking noise caused them to stop. Dib raised his arm in front of Zim to protect him from the danger automatically, as he had always wanted to protect a female in his life and Zim was probably the closest thing to a girl Dib was ever going to get to anyway. "WAIT-WHAT-WUZZAT?!" Dib yelled, making it clear to everyone he obviously forgot to take his medication that morning.
There was a loud howl, and Dib found himself holding an extra fifty pounds in his arms. He looked down and saw a shuddering Zim whom had jumped in his arms in a fit of fear and comic hilarity. "DON'T LET TOUCH ZIM!!" Yelled the paranoid invader.
After staring at Zim for a second, Dib dropped him rudely onto the ground and took out his camera. "It must be that Yeti!"
Rubbing his ass, Zim glared at Dib and regained his senses. "You are simply imagining things Dib-Worm."
"Am no- GAHHHH!!" Unexpectedly, as no one would expect a trapdoor to be hidden in a cavern somewhere in the mountains, a trapdoor opened beneath Dib and quickly vanished as soon as his meaty big head was seen no more. And the paragraph was all horribly all inconsistant, but the editor is too lazy to care.
Zim looked down where the trapdoor was. "Dib-human?" And was only greeted with silence.