I am back to write MORE of my fanfic-y goodness. But this might not be so good, Cuz I wrote the story about a month ago, and I kinda lost the story line. But for the faithful fans who REVEIWED, I will do my best.
Zim is gonna be REALLY OOC for this chapter. And Gaz is pretty OOC for the whole story, so that doesn't matter.
I do happy jig at: inu-youkai911, and my computer that plays music. I do meano frowny face at: … THE SKY!
CURSED BLUENESS OF DEATH!
PS. I learned how to use italics today….
Chapter 5
Zim watched Gaz walk to the couch. Gir had managed to cover the whole thing in chocolate, and he barely managed to save her from sitting in it. The robot himself was nowhere to be found.
"Gaz?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm glad you beat the game."
"I'm glad too. I just hope I can beat the last level."
"I'm sure we can do it." Zim blushed.
"I…I'm not exactly sure how this is supposed to work." He admitted. Gaz rolled her eyes, smiling.
"Don't you have DATES on your planet?"
"Ye… no, not really."
"Well, technically the first date is supposed to be just dinner and a movie."
"Technically?"
"We could do something else."
"Like what?"
"What do you think?"
"I don't know.. This whole 'date' thing is YOUR custom."
"Well, then, YOU tell me what you do on YOUR planet, Mr. Alien!" Gaz said testily, folding her arms.
Zim looked at the floor, kicking his foot back and forth.
"We don't have things like that on Irk."
"Don't you have any kind of romantic things there at all?"
"No…On Irk, there aren't things like affection. There is only loyalty to the Tallest. And everything else is unnecessary." "Havn't you ever loved anyone?"
"You."
Gaz started. She looked up, into the downcast purple eyes. This Zim was so… different from the eccentric egomaniac she knew.
Yeah, but I'm different, too. She thought.
"Why don't we just see a movie?" Zim asked, almost pleading.
"Do you have a paper?"
"Why?" Zim asked suspiciously.
"So we can look up the times of the movies, duh."
"No… Can we look it up online?"
"I think so… Yeah."
"I got it covered then."
He turned toward the kitchen, then turned back around.
"The interface is in the labs. Want to come?"
"Whatever." They walked into the kitchen. To Gaz's surprise, there was a toilet there. Zim gestured to it, with a fake little bow.
"Ladies first."
"You've got to be kidding. I have to ride the TOILET?"
"Or we could take the fridge, but that's really not big enough."
"Fine…"
Gaz climbed into the toilet, which was, not surprisingly, free of water. She pushed the flusher, and a slow spinning took her down about a floor. She found herself in a dark purple room, not as big as she remembered. Of course, the last time she had been here, she was much smaller, and not really paying attention.
Tubes and wires snaked across the ceiling, occasionally twitching as something went through them. She could barely see beyond the first level, it was too dark. A sound like a finger running down a clean plate made her spin around. Zim dropped out of a hole in the ceiling, landing on his feet and acting like this was totally normal.
"It's over here." He said, pointing, and walking in a random direction. Gaz wondered how he remembered. She would be lost in a few seconds flat.
He led her through several passages and doorways to a small room. In the room was a basic computer.
"I thought it might be good to have one of these." He said. "Just in case."
He pushed the huge 'on' button. In a few seconds the screen flared to life. In a few seconds more, he was connected to the internet.
"Fast." Murmured Gaz.
"Where do I go?" Zim asked.
"Here, let me-" Gaz moved to touch the mouse.
"No! I mean, uh, I'm not sure if this room is reprogrammed yet, so you might not want to touch anything."
"What is that supposed to mean?!" Zim sighed.
"The house is a tool designed for a soldier. And it is programmed as so. It's designed to… eliminate any and all intruders. The wiring has to be overhauled manually, a project I have been working on, but his house is BIG. And I don't know If I've got all the smaller parts done yet. So don't touch."
Gaz was speechless. To create a house that would protect its self…
"Where do I go, again?"
"Uh… I think it's Fandango"
Zim typed it in, and a website popped up instantly.
"Yeah, this is it. Hey, look. It's October 31. That rings a horrible bell for some reason… what is it…"
"It's Halloween." Said Gaz, remembering. Zim paled visibly.
"Irk, no. Not that…"
"What's wrong with Halloween?"
"THE ZOMBIES!!!!!!!!"
"What zombies?"
"Don't you remember, all the- Oh, wait. You don't know about DIB'S HEAD!!!"
"It's really big…"
"That's cuz there's an alternate dimension in there."
"Riight… whatever you say. Look, Halloween's not so bad. There's free candy!! What could be bad about that?"
"Mm… candy is good…"
"Yeah! You dress up scary and walk around getting free candy from people!"
"Candy is good…"
"Let's go trick-or-treating!"
"What's that?"
"It's when you ask people for candy."
"Okay… but I will not ask. ZIM WILL DEMAND CANDY!!!!"
"You do that. We have to make costumes, though."
"Costumes?"
"Like a disguise. You wear it when you go trick-or-treating." Zim gestured to his contacts and wig.
"Like this?"
"Yeahh, but less normal."
"I can do that. What should we go as?"
"You know what would be funny? If I went as in Irken, and you went as, like, a policeman or something."
They laughed at the irony for several minutes, even though it wasn't really that funny. I have no idea why they were laughing so hard.
"That's a good idea." Zim said when he finally stopped laughing.
"I can make you into an Irken, no problem. I don't think I can make an officer's uniform, though. I think I have a hat somewhere, though."
"That'll work."
Zim navigated through a pile of boxes. Gaz opened one, and found it to be full of spare mechanical peices. Another was full of (for some reason) doll parts.
"Ah, here we are." Said Zim, dragging out something metallic from behind a pile of crates.
It looked like a tall egg, on end. On the outside was a keypad, and a black seam ran around the edges.
"Now, a female Irken wears a slightly different uniform." Zim was saying. "They also have curled antennae, and, although they have red eyes, I think you would look better with purple."
"Purple's cool." said Gaz.
"You also need green skin. This machine here can do that. It's an artifical dye, which works for about 24 hours. It doesn't come of on your clothes, though."
"That's good."
"Speaking of clothes. I don't have a female uniform here, but since uniforms basicly come out of little tubes, I can make one in a few hours."
"Which'll give me time to put an officer's costume together." said Gaz.
"Meet you back here in two hours?" "See you then." Said Gaz.
I did it again. See, my problem is that I'm a hopeless romantic who hates writing romance. PLUS I love Halloween. And I wanna see Gaz as an Irken. That would be cool.
And, uh… more up soon, unless you people don't REVIEW. Yay.
Tell me if you want more romantic stuff or not.