Boy behind the glass
By: Redfox and Megane-chan [… Redfox. Try that.]
"I'm not a chubby cry baby… I'm not a chubby cry baby…"
Disclaimer: Learn the facts kiddies, I DO NOT OWN… INVADER ZIM.
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"Then Torque swung his fist towards my gut!" Dib swung his fist towards his own stomach, stopping before he could cause himself pain, "But I was too fast for him and I jumped out of the way."
Dib jumped around, relaying the events of the day to his alien friend. He twisted and turned when he told Zim about the chase; His facial features contorted as he told of how his shock turned to pain when he was ambushed and he gestured to where he was hit and bruised. Zim watched his all throughout, nodding when he approved and wincing when Dib put his pains into detail.
"Suddenly, one of Torque's friends grabbed me from behind!" Zim place an anxious look on his face as Dib strangled himself, "I fought and managed to kick one in the shins, but someone's knee connected with my back before I could run off and-"
"Son!"
Human and alien turned their gazes towards the door. Both pairs of eyes fell on the renowned Professor Membrane.
"Oh. Hi dad." Dib greeted, any signs of enthusiasm he showed when telling his story fading completely, "Um… Where's Gaz?" He looked at his watch, "And it's not nine yet."
"Your sister went home son," The Professor stepped into the room, not noticing the heated glare Zim was sending him, "And I think YOU should too. You've been spending too much of your time HERE." He gestured towards Zim whose glare increased at the suggestion. Dib had been his only companion and as much as he hated to admit it, the human was the only one who kept him sane in that god-forsaken room. If Dib decided to follow his father's advice…"It's time to get out and stop being crazy!"
Luckily for Zim, Dib wasn't one to follow his father's every whim, "But dad, It's not nine yet! You said I could stay 'till nine."
"Not today! You should go home and do your HOMEWORK… or something!"
"I don't HAVE homework today."
"Well then, spend your time around the other parts of the lab. Why not try the new ward, The Ward of Infectious Deadly Deceases!" The Professor's hand shot up, air hissing at the speed, as his index finger subtly suggested his enthusiasm about the new ward.
Dib stared at his father doubtfully, "But I don't wanna go there…"
"You should concentrate more on REAL SCIENCE," Membrane continued, choosing to ignore his son who gave him a flat look, "And you can do that by leaving the alien ward alone. No one comes here anymore! Aliens are boring and out of place in society! Now…" He fixed his goggles, "I need to get back to work! The world needs my help!"
And with those final exclamation points, Zim watched the professor leave the room, the pneumatic hiss of the doors spitting at a dejected looking Earth boy. All throughout the alien had kept quiet, mostly due to the fact that he wouldn't be heard even if he tried, but partially because he was doing something he hadn't done in years.
As the father and son duo spoke, he was silently plotting. A spark ignited in his little green head when he realized the professor seemed too persistent that his son do something other than spend time with him, Zim. In the short time he spent gathering information on Earth it was drilled into his Irken mind that when a human is persistent, that meant they wanted or were up to something.
Zim nearly laughed at the thought of his mind unraveling such a great and mildly complicated plot but he held his tongue since Dib called to him, "Zim, Did you notice? My Dad's getting WEIRD."
The alien tapped the front of the glass container, motioning Dib closer. Dib stepped forward; close enough to have to look up at the alien floating in the green liquid.
"What?"
'Your parental unit… father.' Zim mouthed slowly, 'He seems too… trying.'
"Trying?"
'Yes, TRYING!!! Do not question ZIM!!!' Dib merely arched an eyebrow at the sudden out burst. He was used to it. The Invader narrowed his bug red eyes and scowled at the door, 'He is plotting against Zim and it is obvious he does not wish the memory of my greatness in your brains.'
Dib pulled a face, "You're over reacting. I think being stuck here did this to you. My dad's ALWAYS been like that."
'Listen human! Your father is not precisely the best of his kind but he, like other of your filthy human parental units, wish for something from their "children".' Two of the alien's fingers motioned the quote un-quote as he used the word children, 'You are the only male?'
"Yeah. So? That doesn't prove anything."
'You are his successor, and from what I have gathered in my years of living on this rock, that is important. Heritage or what-not.' Zim waved his hand dismissing the thought, 'And I do not believe that you are what he wishes of his... hair.'
"It's 'H-E-I-R' Zim. Not HAIR." Dib nearly snapped. His mood had gone from being bewildered at his father's actions to a small feeling of spite towards the small green alien. An unbelieving look crossed his face when he turned his head up to look at the Irken, his father may not be the greatest father but he was a relative; he cared about Dib and Dib was supposed to care for him too. Blood was supposedly thicker than water right?
"Just leave it. I'm leaving. My head is hurting and Gaz probably needs me at home."
What a big fat lie, he scolded himself; Gaz never needed me. He turned solemnly to leave, "Bye."
Zim slammed against the glass and pressed his face till his skin seemed to merge with it, 'Watch him Dib beast.' The Professors son walked out the door, 'For yours and my sake.'
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Redfox: Dude... o_o That sucked. _ It came out all wrong and stuff.... whatever. If you wanna review, go ahead. If you don't, well, I wouldn't know would I??
By: Redfox and Megane-chan [… Redfox. Try that.]
"I'm not a chubby cry baby… I'm not a chubby cry baby…"
Disclaimer: Learn the facts kiddies, I DO NOT OWN… INVADER ZIM.
**
"Then Torque swung his fist towards my gut!" Dib swung his fist towards his own stomach, stopping before he could cause himself pain, "But I was too fast for him and I jumped out of the way."
Dib jumped around, relaying the events of the day to his alien friend. He twisted and turned when he told Zim about the chase; His facial features contorted as he told of how his shock turned to pain when he was ambushed and he gestured to where he was hit and bruised. Zim watched his all throughout, nodding when he approved and wincing when Dib put his pains into detail.
"Suddenly, one of Torque's friends grabbed me from behind!" Zim place an anxious look on his face as Dib strangled himself, "I fought and managed to kick one in the shins, but someone's knee connected with my back before I could run off and-"
"Son!"
Human and alien turned their gazes towards the door. Both pairs of eyes fell on the renowned Professor Membrane.
"Oh. Hi dad." Dib greeted, any signs of enthusiasm he showed when telling his story fading completely, "Um… Where's Gaz?" He looked at his watch, "And it's not nine yet."
"Your sister went home son," The Professor stepped into the room, not noticing the heated glare Zim was sending him, "And I think YOU should too. You've been spending too much of your time HERE." He gestured towards Zim whose glare increased at the suggestion. Dib had been his only companion and as much as he hated to admit it, the human was the only one who kept him sane in that god-forsaken room. If Dib decided to follow his father's advice…"It's time to get out and stop being crazy!"
Luckily for Zim, Dib wasn't one to follow his father's every whim, "But dad, It's not nine yet! You said I could stay 'till nine."
"Not today! You should go home and do your HOMEWORK… or something!"
"I don't HAVE homework today."
"Well then, spend your time around the other parts of the lab. Why not try the new ward, The Ward of Infectious Deadly Deceases!" The Professor's hand shot up, air hissing at the speed, as his index finger subtly suggested his enthusiasm about the new ward.
Dib stared at his father doubtfully, "But I don't wanna go there…"
"You should concentrate more on REAL SCIENCE," Membrane continued, choosing to ignore his son who gave him a flat look, "And you can do that by leaving the alien ward alone. No one comes here anymore! Aliens are boring and out of place in society! Now…" He fixed his goggles, "I need to get back to work! The world needs my help!"
And with those final exclamation points, Zim watched the professor leave the room, the pneumatic hiss of the doors spitting at a dejected looking Earth boy. All throughout the alien had kept quiet, mostly due to the fact that he wouldn't be heard even if he tried, but partially because he was doing something he hadn't done in years.
As the father and son duo spoke, he was silently plotting. A spark ignited in his little green head when he realized the professor seemed too persistent that his son do something other than spend time with him, Zim. In the short time he spent gathering information on Earth it was drilled into his Irken mind that when a human is persistent, that meant they wanted or were up to something.
Zim nearly laughed at the thought of his mind unraveling such a great and mildly complicated plot but he held his tongue since Dib called to him, "Zim, Did you notice? My Dad's getting WEIRD."
The alien tapped the front of the glass container, motioning Dib closer. Dib stepped forward; close enough to have to look up at the alien floating in the green liquid.
"What?"
'Your parental unit… father.' Zim mouthed slowly, 'He seems too… trying.'
"Trying?"
'Yes, TRYING!!! Do not question ZIM!!!' Dib merely arched an eyebrow at the sudden out burst. He was used to it. The Invader narrowed his bug red eyes and scowled at the door, 'He is plotting against Zim and it is obvious he does not wish the memory of my greatness in your brains.'
Dib pulled a face, "You're over reacting. I think being stuck here did this to you. My dad's ALWAYS been like that."
'Listen human! Your father is not precisely the best of his kind but he, like other of your filthy human parental units, wish for something from their "children".' Two of the alien's fingers motioned the quote un-quote as he used the word children, 'You are the only male?'
"Yeah. So? That doesn't prove anything."
'You are his successor, and from what I have gathered in my years of living on this rock, that is important. Heritage or what-not.' Zim waved his hand dismissing the thought, 'And I do not believe that you are what he wishes of his... hair.'
"It's 'H-E-I-R' Zim. Not HAIR." Dib nearly snapped. His mood had gone from being bewildered at his father's actions to a small feeling of spite towards the small green alien. An unbelieving look crossed his face when he turned his head up to look at the Irken, his father may not be the greatest father but he was a relative; he cared about Dib and Dib was supposed to care for him too. Blood was supposedly thicker than water right?
"Just leave it. I'm leaving. My head is hurting and Gaz probably needs me at home."
What a big fat lie, he scolded himself; Gaz never needed me. He turned solemnly to leave, "Bye."
Zim slammed against the glass and pressed his face till his skin seemed to merge with it, 'Watch him Dib beast.' The Professors son walked out the door, 'For yours and my sake.'
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Redfox: Dude... o_o That sucked. _ It came out all wrong and stuff.... whatever. If you wanna review, go ahead. If you don't, well, I wouldn't know would I??