Boy behind the glass
By: Redfox and Megane-chan [The name's Redfox… just… Redfox.]
"One day, you'll be sitting in your house, feeling all safe and secure, and, then, you'll look over, and I'll be there -- doin' STUFF!"
Disclaimer: Jhonen's a lucky guy… VERY lucky…
Redfox: This is not, I REPEAT, NOT a ZADR… *shudders involuntarily* Review…
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The boy was back again; he always came by day-by-day after all. He'd stand there, his pale face pressed against the glass smiling at the Irken. At times he'd be frowning but still nothing changed, he still had an enthusiastic shine in his eyes.
This started when he was merely four, a cute small thing with large glasses and an unproportioned head.
Dib would try to make conversation but Zim never seemed to humor him. Not that he didn't wish to speak, Oh by Irk, no one knew how he longed to talk and yell and command things again but the green liquid filling his container muffled any noise he was likely to make. The brilliant Professor Membrane thought of it to keep any unwanted attention away from the alien ward in Membrane Laboratories. To think it actually worked.
The lack of conversation on the Irken Invader's part never weakened the will of the young boy. He remained steadfast to his goal of befriending the lonely alien, coming everyday and sitting at the foot of the glass container, telling Zim about anything and everything possible.
Strangely, this was more than welcomed by Zim who had nothing but the wall in front of him to look at for nearly seven years. He just had to adjust to the fact that he was now the one listening instead of barking orders, or in Dib's case, talking. [Let's just say his listening skills have improved.]
As Dib would walk into the solitary room, he'd usually look around and complain about how bare and frighteningly white the walls were. Zim learned to nod in agreement and mouth words Dib would lip-read and manage to understand. The human would say that he'd bring a poster or something to make the room a bit more interesting, though both knew that he wasn't allowed to bring in anything into the area since his accident with his dad's experimental toaster and a rubber piggy.
Then Dib would plop down directly in front of the little green alien and he'd begin to talk.
He'd speak about his days at school [foolishly spelled as Skool] where he was constantly picked on by his peers and where his teacher hissed like a piece of metal being thrown into the sun. He'd tell Zim about his family, how his sister, Gaz, treats him as if he was an annoying parasite, plaguing her existence and how his father, the same man responsible for Zim's imprisonment, never spends time with them.
He spoke of outer space and how he'd love to go up there and touch a star, he loved stars.
Day-by-day Zim waited and day-by-day Dib came, sad, happy, wounded or otherwise. Today was one of his sad days.
"Hey Zim." He greeted. His voice was hoarse and his clothes were torn with only a hint of blood on them, "Rough day."
Zim nodded solemnly, a sadistic smile nearly reaching his lips.
"I can see." He mouthed to the boy, "Bullies?"
The human smiled sadly, "Yeah." A sigh, "I can't seem to outrun them… and Gaz doesn't help. She tells them lies that get them mad at me and they well… the usual."
He trailed off and looked at the ground. After a moment of silence he sighed again and sat down on his usual spot in front of Zim.
"I don't have homework today." Dib said finally looking up at the glass container, "I can stay till nine…"
Zim nodded knowingly, "I'd like that."
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Redfox: Like I said, Review. ^_^
By: Redfox and Megane-chan [The name's Redfox… just… Redfox.]
"One day, you'll be sitting in your house, feeling all safe and secure, and, then, you'll look over, and I'll be there -- doin' STUFF!"
Disclaimer: Jhonen's a lucky guy… VERY lucky…
Redfox: This is not, I REPEAT, NOT a ZADR… *shudders involuntarily* Review…
**
The boy was back again; he always came by day-by-day after all. He'd stand there, his pale face pressed against the glass smiling at the Irken. At times he'd be frowning but still nothing changed, he still had an enthusiastic shine in his eyes.
This started when he was merely four, a cute small thing with large glasses and an unproportioned head.
Dib would try to make conversation but Zim never seemed to humor him. Not that he didn't wish to speak, Oh by Irk, no one knew how he longed to talk and yell and command things again but the green liquid filling his container muffled any noise he was likely to make. The brilliant Professor Membrane thought of it to keep any unwanted attention away from the alien ward in Membrane Laboratories. To think it actually worked.
The lack of conversation on the Irken Invader's part never weakened the will of the young boy. He remained steadfast to his goal of befriending the lonely alien, coming everyday and sitting at the foot of the glass container, telling Zim about anything and everything possible.
Strangely, this was more than welcomed by Zim who had nothing but the wall in front of him to look at for nearly seven years. He just had to adjust to the fact that he was now the one listening instead of barking orders, or in Dib's case, talking. [Let's just say his listening skills have improved.]
As Dib would walk into the solitary room, he'd usually look around and complain about how bare and frighteningly white the walls were. Zim learned to nod in agreement and mouth words Dib would lip-read and manage to understand. The human would say that he'd bring a poster or something to make the room a bit more interesting, though both knew that he wasn't allowed to bring in anything into the area since his accident with his dad's experimental toaster and a rubber piggy.
Then Dib would plop down directly in front of the little green alien and he'd begin to talk.
He'd speak about his days at school [foolishly spelled as Skool] where he was constantly picked on by his peers and where his teacher hissed like a piece of metal being thrown into the sun. He'd tell Zim about his family, how his sister, Gaz, treats him as if he was an annoying parasite, plaguing her existence and how his father, the same man responsible for Zim's imprisonment, never spends time with them.
He spoke of outer space and how he'd love to go up there and touch a star, he loved stars.
Day-by-day Zim waited and day-by-day Dib came, sad, happy, wounded or otherwise. Today was one of his sad days.
"Hey Zim." He greeted. His voice was hoarse and his clothes were torn with only a hint of blood on them, "Rough day."
Zim nodded solemnly, a sadistic smile nearly reaching his lips.
"I can see." He mouthed to the boy, "Bullies?"
The human smiled sadly, "Yeah." A sigh, "I can't seem to outrun them… and Gaz doesn't help. She tells them lies that get them mad at me and they well… the usual."
He trailed off and looked at the ground. After a moment of silence he sighed again and sat down on his usual spot in front of Zim.
"I don't have homework today." Dib said finally looking up at the glass container, "I can stay till nine…"
Zim nodded knowingly, "I'd like that."
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Redfox: Like I said, Review. ^_^