Chapter 3: Prepare for Things.
Wherein there is an idea of things, Gaz thinks of things, Zim thinks of things and the Way Things are seen through the eyes of a large headed boy.
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AN: say 'things' ten more times.
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Dib was stuck. He'd gotten out some paper, a pencil and put on a CD of his favourite band. But nothing came. Not a shred of inspiration. If he couldn't think up anything good to go as for Halloween, there was no point of going. The creative side of this sugary holiday always held some interest in his mind, and he had, when he was younger, secretly filled whole sketchpads full of drawings of what he could go as. Those were thrown away years ago though, and now he couldn't remember anything from them, and he wanted something really good. Every time he tried to put an idea down onto paper, it seemed really crappy. Nothing seemed good enough. Nothing was working, and he didn't have long. It was twelve in the morning, and he wanted to have started by now.
"Damn it, what can I go as!?" He said testily. He ran his hand through his hair, looked up at the posters on his ceiling and looked out the window. A bird flew by.
"Grh." He growled. This was stupid! He was a master at this, with his paranormal knowledge he should be able to come up with a costume that would outshine all the other kid's costumes by far.
"Perhaps I'm thinking too hard….. Sigh…. Right… think…. Think… pick something paranormal…." He said with eyes closed, trying to delve into his own brain…
Something flashed bright purple. Then there was darkness. It clicked.
"Wh-" He fell back off his chair in his room and stared at the ceiling. What was that? Then all of a sudden the thought of Zim came into his head. And the more he thought about it, the better it sounded. It wouldn't be better, per se, than the other kid's attires, but it was original, in a way. A large smile found itself on Dib's face, and the idea got bigger and bigger. The best part of it was that this outfit would be comparatively very quick to make.
"Yeah…. Why not? All I need is some green face paint, some tinted lenses… a shirt…some fake antennae… heh… easy!" He said eagerly. It would be so funny trying to trick or treat Zim.
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She was, once again, angry. But this time was…. Different. She felt cheated; she felt this was unfair, she felt…… sad. All her life she relied upon the belief that she was loved by at least one person, her father. Her mother…. Who was she? Nobody seemed to know or care. She knew Dib could or would never love her, the way she treated him, she didn't feel remorse for it. But sometimes it wasn't nice to be alone. She believed her father loved her. She believed it so much she didn't mind waiting and waiting and waiting…. Then waiting some more to see the real him, when he took off his lab coat and would read to her. But that was years ago. So many years ago. Now, she was a preteen, and every time he made an excuse, or said he couldn't be there or said he had more important things to do….. It hurt. She didn't care if he got more money doing what he did than most other fathers; she wanted him here with her, this night to go trick or treating. Not Dib, who was now running around happier than she had ever seen him. She wanted to punch him just for that. That's not very nice, but it helped her to vent this feeling.
"This sucks." She said morosely, leaning against the dented wall next to her bed.
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"It didn't make sense Gir, I saw things, they made me, of all the creatures in the vastness of space, me feel like a scared little smeet!" Zim spat words out at his robot, while sitting on the couch, mimicking a therapy scene. Gir sat on an armrest, nodding thoughtfully and occasionally going "mmm-hmmm…"
"But it felt familiar… in a…..way. Agh! I can't get it out of my brain, but it's…. weird!" He said "weird" with a dirty low tone. "Like I… I… had been there…. Or it was part of me…. Or it was somewhere that….Gah! I give up!" He slumped down with an angry pout.
"Hmmm. Mmmm hmmm, yeeeesssss…." Gir continued, in the role of psychologist. "Yeah, it gotta beeeee……" he faded off, his eyes slowly trailing across the ceiling. "……chocolate!" The automaton burst out. Zim raised an invisible eyebrow at him. It was true Gir wasn't quite… what you could call… functional, but the little robot seemed to make sense. What was it about 'chocolate' that rang familiar in Zim's ears? Zim sat pondering, (not asking Gir for advice, his pride would never let him) about why chocolate was important on this day. Gir hummed for a moment, then unexpectedly (or expectedly for some) rocketed up and out the window, screaming something about candied corn…..
"……Hmmmmm?" Zim thoughtfully rubbed his chin, his brows going up and down while continuing to think deep and hard. He wouldn't let this thing escape him!
Eight minutes passed and Zim jumped up triumphantly, fists clenched and a maniacal smile plastered on his face.
"That's it! The Halloweenies! How could I, the Zim, fail to remember this ape-filthy day!?" He reasoned that with his odd…. Experience down in the labs earlier he had forgotten. Still, he wouldn't have admitted it. He gasped, and realised he needed to prepare the 'Mighty Wall of Irken Superiority over the Halloweenies' or the 'MWISH' for short.
"Computer!" he barked, standing as proudly tall as he could, "Prepare the MWISH defences!"
"Zim, I think you ought to know something about your defences-"
"Silence!" The small Irken screamed at the wall. "It is perfect!"
"No, Zim, it drains over half the energy from the rest of the-"the mechanical voice was cut off again,
"I designed it, it will work!!" He continued screaming at another wall. The computer sighed exasperatedly, and said;
"Yes Sir. Also, I have detected, before I become little more than a rambling voice for what minute software that will still run, that there is a dimensional anomaly within one room of the labs." Zim perked up a little from being angry, and suspiciously said;
"…Go on…."
"There is some kind of electromagnetic rift between two worlds, and not only have I noticed that there is one of these invisible holes in said lab room, I am picking up a moving target with the same fluxuating energy patterns not far from here, but it is much stronger." To anyone who would note this with worried interest, they would have wanted to find out more. But Zim, who despised what he didn't know, and he knew he didn't know what had happened down in that lab room, he wanted it destroyed. One was bad enough, but two? And one that was stronger? So, after thinking this, he said;
"Destroy it! It is a threat to the mission!" The computer sighed, knowing full well that this would be Zim's train of thought, and replied, dejectedly;
"Surely you should try to find out more? The Tallest do happen to have an 'Alternate Universe Research Project'. The Tallest did actually have such a thing, but theyreally just signed documents rather than acknowledge them. The Computer was right, as always, but Zim had a need to be right, and would not let his computer, his slave best him. His anger blossomed greater when he realised he knew nothing of this Alternate universe project thing. Then he realised that, if there was such a project, he should be a major part of it. Anger turned quickly to fantasies of praise for conquering another galaxy. His mouth arched into a devious grin.
"Computer..." he said slowly, "on second thought, don't destroy them. Run some scans on them."
"I won't be able to if you activate the MWISH defences." It said somewhat testily.
"What!? Well then don't activate it! All power will hence be designated to this, this master project! Zim's mighty reign of doom shall crush this other universe with fury and Irken power!" Zim struck a mighty pose, legs apart and arms flailing wildly, while laughing loudly and as evilly as he could, which he was very good at.
"Yes Zim…" The computer said.
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The tall robed figure, sitting in its nasty chair made of metal and other materials, clicked to itself, the wolf sleeping silently at the base. The figure raised its head, blood red eyes glinting dully in the purple light. It laughed and said;
"We begin now."
The two large creatures bowing before him stood up, their white armour with scary face motif which stood out against their black skin, and said simultaneously;
"Yes master…." In graveyard tones. When they turned to leave, the Paks painfully fused onto them glowed with dark purple mist. The rusty door slid shut and the figure got off the chair, the wolf getting up also without so much a hint of tiredness, and stood in the middle of the square, dark room. It held it's thin, bony, gloved clawed hands out, its body trembling; it spoke incomprehensible words, its eyes shut tight and with a groan and a series of purple flashes from the figure's Pak, a dark purple-black six foot vertical 'rip' opened in mid-air in front of him. But, as soon as the tall thin figure was forced to stop maintaining such effort, the portal closed. The figure sagged with exhaustion.
"………………Shit." It said darkly.
Chapter end.
AN: I know, I'm confused too. And tired.