Walking a mile in A Dib's shoes

A/N: I realized I have not opened any chapters except the first one with my witty commentary (it's a joke…) Any way I have also neglected my legal responsibility and not mentioned the lack of ownership I have over Zim. It is vast. I get all frowny when I remember that don't own it. Then I smile at the thought of being sued over it cause I've got nothing! They'd waste more money then they would get off of me so to any Nick executives reading this I have this to say, "Come and get me!" Ha, just try it. Oh sorry I couldn't post as quickly as I thought I could but, HEY I'VE GOT A LIFE OUTSIDE OF THIS SITE YA KNOW! Friday's my birthday! For it I ask you my reader for….hmm OH I know I want … (pause here and take a breath. If you don't breath you'll die. Just a friendly reminder ) a review! Lots of reviews! HAHAHAHHAHA okay let's start. Oh and I just had to title this one. It is a chapter I'm very happy with! Now read! Read like you've never read…before…n' stuff

Zim reached the library in minutes. The storm had lifted quite a bit and was down to a merely annoying drizzle. Still there was no way Dib would have been able to have gone in his current Irken state. Zim entered the front door and looked around. There were several filthy humans walking around with stacks of books some were coming in and out, others were just standing there loitering, and a few were waiting in line to check out books. There were two sections to the desk. Check out and information. The check out would be essential to Zim but later. But now he had to find something, he needed information. Zim ran up to the woman behind the desk. This employee was much less efficient then the other one. She took no notice of Zim, too busy with "important business" on the computer (cough computer games cough)

"You! Book Slave! ZIM demands to know where a book is!"

"Look around, Kid."

"I am looking for a certain book, it is called," Zim thought a moment then remembered the title, "It is called The Theory of Mystical Mayhem Volume six; soul spells! Now give to ZIM!" she hit a button on the game apparently pausing it. She looked behind the desk and pulled out a huge booked covered in a layer of dust. It had a blue leather cover. The title had been imprinted on the leather by hand. Zim reached out his hand to grab it when the library woman slapped it away. He glared at her.

"What is this? Give it to me!"

"Look, Zip. We do have a copy and it is right here but you cant have it." She said and unpaused the game and continued apparently believing the conversation was over.

"What! Why not?" he screeched. Almost making Dib's voice sound like his own.

"This book is reserved. You should have reserved it if you wanted it so badly!" she wasn't even looking at him.

"WHO? Who would dare get in Zim's way?" her vision flickered to the yellow postet.

"The guy's name is Deb."

"You mean Dib?" one of his eyes was narrowed and the other was open wide.

"Yeah that's it." She said through gritted teeth. This kid was breaking her concentration and she hated when people corrected her on how words were pronounced, I mean who was the librarian? Zim cringed he knew what he had to do. It made his insides twist with hatred.

"I'm….the" he could feel it he would gag on the word, "Dib." It hurts!

"Kid I ain't stupid if that is what your thinking. You just said your name was Ziggy.

"ZIM! ZIM, YOU BRAINLESS EARTH THING!" he paused, "Uh…my name really is Dib! Ugh I feel sick, um Zim is a nockname (he means nickname but when your name consists of three letters it's not that important to you to know about.) She said, "Sorry kid, just wait for this Dib guy to return the book. Now why don't you go home. I heard on the radio that the storm's going to get really bad soon." Zim growled, it sounded funny coming from Dib's throat.

"You will not stop Zim you book serpent of evil!" he lunged at the book. Without missing a beat the librarian pounded her fist against a huge purple button next to the keyboard. Out of nowhere to giant uniformed men jumped out and grabbed Zim.

"NO! I'LL GET THAT BOOK IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DOOOOOOO!" the tromped off carrying the screaming boy away. The librarian only pulled her eyes from the screen long enough to eyeball Zim's head before he was carried out the doors, "Wow," she muttered, "That's a freaky head." And returned to her game.

The two huge guards reached the front doors. They shoved them open and tossed Zim out on his butt. He landed with a little squeak. Zim turned around to rant at the men but the doors had already slammed shut.

"I suppose the Dib will have to find another way to fix this. GIR!" he screamed. The purple haired child was balancing on its head on the sidewalk. The green skirt was defying gravity by not falling down, even though it was soaking wet from being outside so long. The child blinked. Then its eyes narrowed and it flipped up into the air and fell on its back. Gir giggled loudly.

"Come on Gir, we have to go back to the Dib's house." He looked up at the sky, "that evil book monster said the rain would worsen, LIES!" as if on cue from some uninspired author there was a flash of lightening and it began to pour, "Well, it cant be this bad for long.

FORTY-FIVE MINUTES LATER

Zim trudged against the winds and rain. He squinted his eyes against the droplets of water that fell from the sky angled just right to make it past the glasses. His jacket whipped back in the harsh winds. He gritted his teeth together as he fought against the earth elements.

"Stop evil earth waters and rains! Do not oppose the Irken eli-" he was cut off by his mouth filling with water. He spit it out like some one had shoved something truly vile down his throat. Zim looked over at his now human henchman who was skipping through the rain and jumping in the occasional puddle. It didn't even seem to phase the little girl-looking thing. 'Of course not.' Zim thought almost bitterly, 'Nothing fazes him.'

Zim stopped walking and realized something horrible…HE WAS LOST! Zim had been to the library once before when Gir had gone rough and was attacking people. Zim didn't recognize these buildings. There was no point in just standing in the rain pouting and even Zim could figure that out. He shouted for his servant slave thing to fallow him. Gir ran off to continue playing in the rain, ignoring his master's orders (wow. That never happens) Zim rushed into the doorway of a near by business office. The sign above the door read Swollen Eye Ball clinic. He pushed himself against the door attempting to get out of the reach of the fast falling water. It didn't seem the rain would let up any time soon. A shiver ran through the Invader's entire body. His teeth began to chatter loudly.

"S-stup-pid li-little m-monk-key." the chattering teeth prevented Zim from being able to speak clearly let alone rant properly! 'Even though humans are not burned by the death waters' he thought for once without speaking out loud what was on his mind, 'they seem to suffer from the pain causing evil but just the opposite it seems. I wonder if I could use that some way to destroy the Dib?" he thought on this for a few moments then suddenly the door swung open behind him. He stumbled back and hit something. Zim opened his mouth but someone pressed their filthy human fingers over his mouth stifling a shout of surprise and rage. There was nothing that the former Irken could do, who ever this person was they were much bigger then him and he didn't have his pack or even a weapon! Zim attempted to squirm free. He kicked the person's stomach and flailed his arms wildly. His attacker grunted and leaned his head down to be level with his ear, "Calm down Moth Man! It's Dark Booty! What's wrong with you?" the man dropped him. Zim fell forward onto his hands and knees. Before the water falling from the spike on his head could hit the floor he was on his feet ready to destroy! He looked around; Dib's eyes were sooo useless Zim couldn't see a thing in the dark. A hunk of black hair drooped over Zim's face. He flicked his head and the hair returned to its normal shape. Zim thought that was odd. He lost interest when he heard footsteps moving away from him.

"Where do you think your going DARK BOODY STINK BEAST!" a light from the ceiling flipped on. Zim's human pupils had dilated to get used to the darkness. The sudden burst of light caused Zim to cry out and fall back to the floor gripping the lenses of Dib's glasses. He probably would have held the actual eye balls if the glass hadn't blocked his hands.

"Ah! My eyes!" he cried out.

"Moth Man, why did you come here today?" asked the one who had grabbed him. It was a man. He looked to be forty maybe forty-five. He had gray balding hair and a gray patch on his chin. His eyes were narrowed but he had a friendly face. Of course Zim did not have the ability to tell the difference friendly but curious and a suspicious enemy.

After about seven minutes of Zim's ranting Dark Booty was becoming suspicious, "Tell me," he interrupted, "Are your eyes swollen?"

"What? Yes my eyes are swollen!" he was talking about the light messing with his eyes but dark booty didn't know that.

"Is there something that you need, Moth Man?"

"Need! I need a book!" he screamed.

"What book?" DB asked patiently.

"THE THEORY OF MYSTICAL MAYHEM VOLUME SIX: SOUL SPELLS!" he recited. He'd said it so much he hated that book now. Dark Booty thought a moment. Then said, "I believe the Eyeball has just obtained access to the Mystical Mayhem Indexes." He walked away while Zim stood in shock. The man returned with a book that looked just like the one in the library only this one was in a plastic bag.

"Be careful with it." D.B. said and pushed Zim out the door and slammed it behind him. Zim stood there a moment then the door swung open and the man stuck his head out the door, "Remember not to come without an appointment. And, lay off the coffee Moth Man." The slammed the door and locked it. Zim looked around and trotted into the street believing that some how he had managed to manipulate the strange human. Gir popped out of nowhere and they headed off into the direction of where the membrane house could be just happy to have the book that would return them to their real forms.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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