"Feels so good it must be a sin."
Irene Cara
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'Thinking'
StressedZim glared at everything as he pushed open the door to his house. The robotic parents greeted him and he glared some more. The house was unusually quiet…too quiet. His eyes narrowed as he searched for anything out of place. Nothing stood out; he sighed with a shrug and thought that he was being overly paranoid. He had fixed all the glitches in his system, and updated his defenses. There was nothing to fear, he could handle anything.
"Gir!" Zim shouted.
He glanced around the house when nothing happened. No explosions or insane laughter. Something wasn't right and he didn't know what. His eyes widened in slight fear when he thought about the humans. They must have invaded his base. He activated his Pak and his metals legs came out. Zim jumped to the ceiling and held on. A clink sounded and he directed his gaze to the kitchen. He snuck along the ceiling in hopes of surprising the intruder.
"So anyways…I love tacos…are you making tacos?" Gir asked as he watched the intruder.
"No," came the short feminine reply.
"Are you making tacos now?" Gir asked.
"Let me see…no," she answered.
Gir paused and tilted his head to the side. The woman was sitting at the table simply writing. Gir jumped up on the table and stared down at the paper.
"A love letter? Ohhhh…you're are all lovey dovey!" Gir squealed as he jumped away from her grasp.
"It's just a letter," she growled.
"Is it for master? Master needs some love…he needs love like I need tacos," Gir suddenly said.
"Gir!" Zim shouted from his place on the ceiling.
"Can't walk on the floor like a normal human?" Gaz questioned as she put the letter away.
"What are you doing here?" Zim growled as he dropped to the floor.
"I came over so we could get started on this project," Gaz said.
"Get out of my house!" Zim yelled as he pointed to the door.
"No," Gaz stated.
"Very well human," Zim began as he smirked. "You leave me no choice."
Gaz opened an eye and raised an eyebrow. Zim went to lunge at her and she pulled out a spray bottle. She pulled the little white handle and water misted out in Zim's face. He froze in midair and fell to the ground screaming and rolling. Gir began to laugh and he fell to the floor and began to roll around after Zim. Gaz sighed as she waited for the smoke to clear. Zim stood up with an even angrier expression on his face. She smirked at his rage and turned away from him.
"Get. Out. NOW!" Zim bellowed.
"I'll leave when we get this project finished," Gaz growled as she glared at him.
Zim glowered a bit as he listened to Gir roll around the floor laughing. He looked at the human and then sighed. He took a seat across from Gaz and crossed his arms.
"Alright human…let's begin the project," Zim stated as he made quotes on the word project.
"This isn't some mission," Gaz mumbled as she placed the flour bag on the table.
She then pulled out a worksheet and wrote her name on it. The teacher had tossed a worksheet out at the last minute. Zim glanced at the worksheet and reclined in the chair with a look of boredom.
"I know nothing of this mission," Zim nervously replied.
"Whatever…freak," Gaz mumbled as she wrote down something.
"What are you writing?" Zim questioned as he attempted to stare at the paper.
"The baby's name is Lydia," Gaz replied as she wrote the name down.
"Lydia? What type of name is that?" Zim questioned with a snort.
"What type of name is Zim?" Gaz shot back.
"It is a grand name!" Zim shouted.
"Whatever, now what type of job do you want?" Gaz asked.
Zim sat back in thought as he stuck his tongue out of his mouth. Gaz watched as a grin spread across his face. She raised and eyebrow as he scratched at his head and then started laughing. Gaz sighed and began to write a suitable occupation for Zim. Zim snapped out of his thoughts when he heard her pen start to write.
"What are you writing?" Zim questioned.
"Your job," Gaz mumbled.
"Zim shall be a dictator," he calmly said.
"Sure," Gaz replied as she stared at the one word written for Zim's job.
Lunatic.
"What shall be your job human?" Zim questioned as he tilted his head in thought.
"I am going to be a writer and or game designer," Gaz replied.
Zim nodded and looked over at the bag of flour. He poked it and stared some more. He poked it again and heard a growl. Zim jumped away from the flour intent on staying away from it.
"Stop poking it," Gaz warned.
Zim scoffed and sat back down. He still warily looked at the flour. His gaze turned back to the human and he scoffed.
"So your species develops from flour?" Zim questioned.
Gaz stopped writing and remained motionless. Zim glared at her odd behavior and watched as her form began to shake. Laughter erupted from her and he winced, but it wasn't her I'm-going to-doom-you laughter.
"You dare to mock Zim!" He yelled in anger.
"For an alien…you are stupid," Gaz laughed.
"And for a human…you prove your race is idiotic," Zim growled as he glared at her.
She stopped laughing and fully glared at him. His Pak on his back sparked and he glared back at her. They both stood up and faced each other. Zim partly looked down at her and she glared up at him defiantly. His hands griped the table and she heard a scratching. Her eyes quickly strayed to the table to find deep gashes within the wood. She looked back up and stood her ground despite her slight fear. He appeared to be pissed off in her view. Zim watched as her hand strayed closer to the spray bottle. Gaz reached for the bottle and slightly yelped in pain.
Zim had grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm behind her back. He held her against the wall. Her face was pressed to the side and she growled. Gaz struggled and attempted to kick him. She heard a familiar sound and realized that he was holding her legs still with one of his metal legs pressed against her knees. Gaz growled when she saw him smirk.
"Release me now or else I will send your soul into the pitiful depths of despair," Gaz growled.
"You think your threats scare me." Zim taunted with a knowing smirk. "I am an invader…I could kill you."
Gaz stilled her struggles and thought this over. He could easily end her life. It would be simple for him to do it. She knew he wouldn't feel any guilt for killing her, just like she wouldn't feel guilt for tormenting people. A soft ironic laugh escaped her before she could stop it. The metal legs pressed against herknees harder. His grip on her wrist tightened, but she continued to chuckle.
"I find nothing amusing," Zim growled.
"None of this is funny…but it amuses me," Gaz simply said.
"Your own death amuses you?" Zim questioned.
"It amuses me because I realize…how worthless my life really is," Gaz growled as he leaned her head back to hit him in the face.
Zim quickly used his left arm to hold her head in place. Another leg came out from his pack and he slowly brought the point to her face. It gently touched her cheek and applied a bit of pressure. Zim thought over her words and growled.
'Worthless,' Zim thought as he felt his anger rise.
"Do it…kill me," Gaz whispered, it sounded like a plea.
His eyes strayed to metal leg and he gritted his teeth. One human death would mean that he was closer to his conquest. One death, and the bloodshed would continue while he conquered. He squeezed his eyes shut as he prepared to end her life.
'What makes her worthless?' Zim questioned as they tip of the leg traveled to her throat and rested at the main vein.
Zim opened his eyes and saw that her own eyes were closed. He wondered if she could see his struggle, she could see everything…even with closed eyes. The legs retracted and he stepped back with a snarl. He could feel something within him and it disgusted him. It confused him to the point of being sick. Her eyes opened as he glared into the amber of her eyes. Zim took a step back and pointed to the door.
"Out…now," Zim growled.
"But—"
"Get out!" Zim shouted as he waved his arms around. "OUT! OUT! OUT!"
Gaz pushed away from the wall and grabbed her backpack. He heard the door slam and knew that she was gone. Zim smacked himself in the face and sighed. Today wasn't his day. He heard humming and turned see Gir watching him.
"Gir!" Zim shouted.
"Yes my master!" Gir responded as his blue eyes glowed red.
"Guard the base," Zim ordered as he walked over to the trashcan.
"Yes sir!" Gir firmly responded.
Zim vanished into the garbage bin and to the depths of his base. Gir's eyes went back to blue and he ran over to the TV. He gazed at the monkey and sat down.
"I love this show," Gir sighed as he sat in a trance.
Zim glowered at the screen as he continued to type. There was a glitch in his Pak and he could feel it. The Pak on his back should have stopped these feelings. Never in his years of existence had he found a glitch so bad.
"Stupid worms," Zim muttered as he searched for a problem.
He plugged his Pak into the computer and continued his search. His crimson eyes narrowed as hewatched the data streams. He cursed and continued. It didn't make sense, the Pak shut off any type of emotion, or insticts. It provided only what he needed to know or feel. His eyes widened when he spotted the glitch. He leaned back in his chair in slight shock.
"Oh," was his muttered replied.
His Pak was short-circuiting and it was only a matter of time. He wiped where his nose would have been and stared at the computer screen. If his Pak fully malfunctioned then he would, he didn't know. The Pak was the only thing that kept him alive to his knowledge. It stored all basic information that he needed to start life. It also repressed ancient Irken ways.
'Maybe this is why I've been out of it for the past few days,' Zim thought as he proceeded to contact the Massive. The Tallest would know what to do.
The transmission was received and Zim blanched at what he heard. The laughter reached his mind first. Red and Purple appeared on the screen.
"Zim! You're still alive," Red said with surprise.
"Yes my Tallest, I am alive but not well," Zim responded as Red and Purple glanced each other.
"We trust the mission is well." Purple assumed before he sipped his soda. Red laughed at this and Zim would have raised an eyebrow if he could.
"The mission is well…but I am not," Zim quickly said.
"Never would have guessed," Red mumbled as Purple stepped in front of him.
"What's the problem?" Purple asked with amusement. As long as Zim's problem didn't affect them, they were fine.
"My Pak is malfunctioning," Zim answered.
"That's nothing big…you were always defective," Red assured as he grabbed a bag of chips.
"I what?" Zim questioned.
"Your Pak's been defective since day one," Purple clarified.
"What?" Zim questioned in shock.
"It was only a matter of time before it went haywire," Red assured with a smirk.
"I need to get if fixed!" Zim shouted as he grabbed his control panel.
"Can't let you do that…a defective Irken is not allowed back into the empire," Red quoted as Purple quickly wrote the new rule down.
"Why not! I won't be defective if I am fixed!" Zim assured.
"You'd have to get fixed first then come back," Purple quickly explained.
"What…that's just stupid," Zim mumbled.
"Alas…but we don't make the rules," Red sighed with a snicker.
"Yes you do," Zim pointed out.
"Good luck with your death…I'm mean getting fixed," Red corrected once purple hit him.
"Wait!" Zim shouted.
"What is it now?" Purple groaned.
"Where do I go to get fixed?" Zim questioned as he tilted his head.
"I don't know and I don't care!" Red snapped.
"What?" Zim asked in true shock.
"Your mission's over…there is no mission so just accept you malfunctioning fate," Red simply said with a glare.
"All transmissions from Earth are to be blocked," Purple ordered as the screen went blank.
Zim sat there stunned before his head hit the control panel. He closed his red eyes and stared at his feet.
'Worthless,' Zim thought.
Author's Note:
Sorry that in the last chapter one thing repeated like three times, I will fix that.
I'm glad this isn't a total flop so far and that people actually like it.
Please leave a review and I'll update again!