A.N. Thanks to Suicidal RuBBerDuckie (Oh, dat sucks. I crash into walls just cause I can't walk in a straight line), TikTac (Gasp! Don't hold your breath! You will die!), monkeygodkiller (heh heh, not exactly), rarofdoom (I'm sure it was a lovely bug anyway), Invader Corren (yes! You're my smartest reviwer! XD) (jk...You all are smart-ish), War292004 (hehe, shank you), Raman Noodle (bitch slaps are fun!), and Rahh Gumba Foo (XD. . . "Kacer" rhymes with "racer") for being my loverly reviwers!
Now you get to see who gets slapped. . .mwa ha ha. . .
Chapter Six- The Bitch Slap and the Flashlight
Clox points to Dib from under Kacer's jacket.
"He's not-not allowed in!" he says.
"Why not?" Kacer and Dib ask in unison.
"Cause," Clox says, "Daddy says never let a human in da house, on'y-on'y Kacer! Y-you can come, c-cause you're our babysitter! But Daddy doesn't l-like you Dib, so-so you can't c-come in!"
Kacer shrugs, and Pin, who had been holding Dib's hand, lets go and leads her babysitter and brother to her front door. Dib stand outside the fence, sulking. The other three make it inside, and find Gir, sitting calmly on the floor, staring at them blankly.
"Hi Gir," Pin says cheerfully, holding her arms out for a hug.
Gir just continues to stare, and then his eye twitches and he shrieks, "THERE AIN'T NO OPIUM IN THE COOKIES!" then coughs and acts like nothing happened.
"Hiiii Pin," he says and he jumps on her head.
"Gir, we need paste-" Pin points to her brother, "for Clox, okay?"
"OKAY!"
Gir's eyes flash red for a short second, then go back to blue, and he races from the room.
Kacer places Clox on the couch, and he appears to be shivering.
"'M cold. . ." he whimpers.
"Are there any blankets?" Kacer asks Pin.
She just shrugs.
"Clox'll be fine," she says. "He doesn't need a blanket, just somethin' to cuddle with, I think. Right, Clox?"
He nods weakly, and Kacer looks around, then reluctantly reaches into her jacket pocket. She pulls out Pop-pop Bunny, and cautiously hands it to Clox.
"Here," she says, "use this."
Clox clutches Pop-pop Bunny tightly to his chest.
"I-I won't k-kill him this time," he whispers.
"I'm glad."
"PASTE!" Gir screams from the kitchen's archway, having returned with several bottles of glue. "WE GOTS PASTE!"
He jumps in front of Clox and begins to dump the glue on the small Irken's head.
"So gross," Kacer mutters under her breath.
"Gir!" Pin shouts. She throws her arms out, grinning. "Paste me!"
Gir shrieks insanely, and starts squirting glue on Pin, then kinda loses it and starts to just shake the bottle around the entire room, including on Kacer. She isn't happy.
"Gir, why'd you have to-"
"GIR!"
Everyone in the room jumps.
That sounded like Zim, Kacer thinks.
She looks to Gir, and realizes she was right; a projected screen is emitting from Gir's head, showing Zim, looking rather tense.
"Gir," he says sharply, "listen to me, I need you to get Mimi for me right away. Do you understand me, Gir? Get Mimi right away."
"Yeah," Gir says, crossing his arms, "I'm not stupid."
"Get Mimi!"
"'Kay!"
Gir rushes to the side wall, and hits a random button with his fist. A tube snaps down from the ceiling, ejects Mimi, then whips back up again. Mimi blinks, and Zim says, "Mimi! I need you to locate Tak for me! It's important!"
Mimi nods obediently, and gets to it.
"Did you lose her?" Kacer asks Zim, peering over Gir's head.
"I dunno," Zim says, distracted and worried. "When I came back to the watch tower, she was gone, no one else has seen-. . . HUMAN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BASE!"
Kacer jumps back and then Pin jumps on Gir's head.
"It's okay, Daddy!" she says cheerfully. "I let her in."
"Pin! Have I taught you nothing! Never let the enemy into you own lair, unless you have a trap prepared!"
"B-but. . .we had to get glue for Clox. . .it's raining here. . ."
"Well, once you get the glue, I want you all to leave right away." Zim narrows his eyes suspiciously. "The Dib isn't in here, is he?"
"Nah, Clox made him wait outside."
"Yes! Remind me to reward him later!"
"Who, Dib?"
"No! Clox!"
"Yeah?" Clox asks from the couch.
"Um, Zim?" This came from Kacer. Zim glares at her, but falls silent, so she continues, "Just curious, but how exactly did you lose Tak on your honeymoon?"
"I know not of any moons of honey of which you speak, Kacer," Zim says, "but assuming you meant our anniversery trip, that has come to an end. You see, we are now guarding an Irken base on Meekrob, and-"
"Meekrob?"
"Yes. . ." Zim says flatly. Then he raise his fist- "We are at war!"-and shakes it in the air, but lowers it after only a second.
"Master," Gir says, "Mimi says she can't find Tak at all. . ."
"Is this true?" Zim asks Mimi, and she nods solemnly. For the slightest second, he's looking to the ground, almost like he's about to cry, but then he raise his fist again and shouts, "I bet those filthy Meekrob captured her!" and cuts the transmission.
Kacer blinks, then looks down at the children. They look worried and sad.
"Mommy's dead," Clox whispers.
"No, she's not," Kacer says, "don't say that. . .listen, we got the glue, I think we should leave now. . ."
"No!" Pin cries. "I wanna stay here!"
Tears splash from her eyes, and Kacer looks around, then says, "But your father said-"
"I dun care! I wanna stay home, please."
Kacer looks from Pin to Clox, who's nodding in agreement. She sighs, and walks to the door.
"Okay," she says. "We'll stay here. Just let me go tell Dib he doesn't have to wait up. . ."
The children nod, and Kacer leaves.
Dib's still standing outside the fence, but he's no longer sulking. He looks amused.
"You have paste in your hair," he says.
"Yeah," Kacer says miserably, "I know."
"So where are Clox and Pin?"
"Inside. We're gonna stay here awhile," Kacer explains."Zim just called. Said Tak was captured by the Meekrob."
"But," Dib says, instantly confused, "I thought they-"
"The Meekrob," Kacer interrupts. She says coolly, "They friends of yours, Dib?"
"Well, I-"
Out of no where, tears begin to stream from Kacer's eyes, but she looks more angry then sad.
"Because they apparently aren't friends to the Irkens," she chokes, rubbing her tears away as best she can, but they keep coming back. "You're in. . . in correspondance with the Meekrob, aren't you?"
"Yeah," Dib says. He's not sure what else to say.
"You. . .you haven't-" Kacer hiccups."-told them anything, have you?"
"Told them what?"
"You just. . .you know alot of the Irken weaknesses. . .and so. . .knowing you, you'd wanna help anyone against them. . .so you could easily pass information, right?"
"Yeah, but-"
"Dib! How could you even think of doing something like that!"
"Why're you so upset about this?" Dib snaps.
"Because then the Meekrob, whoever the hell they are," Kacer yells, "have an adavantage, and Tak can be killed!"
"Listen, I don't want that to happen anymore then you do, but what you don't seem to get is that the Irkens are not the good guys! You judge the whole stupid race beacuse you happen to know one single family; you think they're all cute and friendly, but they're not Kacer, and if you're too thick to-"
WHAP.
Dib freezes.
Kacer is glaring, and her hand drops down to her side.
It slowly registers to Dib that she just slapped him, and he looks to her in shock.
"Go home, Dib," she says, and she runs inside.
Dib touches his cheek, and it's stinging.
"Drama Queen," he mutters, trying to brush it off in his mind. Only he feels really sick. He glances back to the house, and then he leaves.
Clox clutched onto his sister's hand.
"Where's. . .'m. . . M-mommy and Daddy, Pin?" he asked softly. "You said-you said dey'd be here, on'y, on'y dey're not. . .
It was already dark out. The fair was almost over, mostly everyone had gone home. Yet Pin couldn't see her parents anywhere.
"I dunno, Clox," she choked. "We'll find 'em though, 'kay?"
Clox nodded.
The two found themselves wandering for almost another hour, when Pin decided to rest for a few moments.
They found a comfortable spot on a park bench, and both began to doze off.
"Are you kids lost?"
It was a man they had never seen before. Pin tried her best to rub the sleep from her eyes, and she nodded.
"We can't find Mommy and Daddy," she whispered softly.
The man smiled. He had yellow teeth, but besides that, it was an overall nice smile.
"I know where they are," he said.
"You know Mommy and Daddy?" Pin asked, surprised.
"Yeah. They're my friends," he said."I can take you to them."
Pin looked to her brother, who was almost asleep now. She nudged him to become alert, and then she said to the man, "Yeah, okay."
Two large figures seize Tak by each of her arms. A light shines in her eyes again, and she hears an unfamiliar voice say, with a slight accent, "Were we successful?"
"Yeah Lard Nar," says the figure on her left, "we have ourselves a prisoner."
Prisoner. . .? Tak thinks. Then her insides begin to thump. Oh my god. . .I've been captured. . .by the Meekrob. . .
"Yeah!" shouts an unknown voice. "Finally!"
"True, Shloonktapooxis," says the accented voice, "we have been waiting quite some time. . .but anyway. . .STATE YOUR NAME, IRKEN!"
At that moment, the shining light is shut off.
Tak blinks as her eyes adjust to the now dimly-lit room, and she looks ahead in the direction where she heard the voice. Sitting in front of her, is a rather small Vortian, holding a flashlight.
"What the hell!" Tak says. "You're not the Meekrob!"
"Whoa! That's a weird name. . ." this came from a floating cone alien, who's hovering above the Vortian.
Tak blinks and surveys the room, and it's filled with many different races, all glaring at her. But she's the only Irken.
The Vortian stands up on his chair, and it registers to Tak that this must be Lard Nar, at least according to the alien on her left who had addressed the voice earlier, and who's still gripping her arm rather tightly.
Lard Nar holds his flashlight directly in front of her face, then flickers it on for just a second.
"State your name, Irken," he says.
"I will," Tak replies, annoyed, "if these two morons let go of me."
The two figures holding her look to Lard Nar unsurely, but he nods, so they drop Tak.
"Thanks," she growls. She glances around and says, rubbing her left arm, "So, where am I?"
The flashlight flicker on and off again.
"Your name."
Tak sighs, exasperate.
"It's 'Tak'," she says quickly. " Where am I?"
Waving his flashlight around enthusiastically, Lard Nar exclaims, "You are aboard the newly aquired ship of. . .the Resisty!"
"The what?"
"The Resisty," Lard Nar repeats, the proud tone of his voice faltering quite a bit. "Um. . .it's the. . .resistance. . .against the Irken empire!. . .yeah. . .and we captured you!"
"I see," Tak says lightly, "and why did you capture me?"
"Duh!" shouts the cone alien (Shloonktapooxis) from beside Lard Nar. "Because you're Irken."
"But I'm not even in the military," Tak says, for the first time ever, feeling grateful to have that as an excuse.
"I smell a lie," Lard Nar says darkly. He looks around the room, making eye contact with several of the Resisty members. "Do you?"
Everyone lifts their heads up and sniff the air for a few moments, and some nod, others shrug, others say, "Yeah, yeah I do."
"I can't smell anything," Shloonktapooxis says gloomily, looking to the ground in regret.
"I'm not lying," Tak says.
"Then why were you guarding an Irkne military base?" Lard Nar demands.
"Well, my husband volunteered us," Tak explains, a bit irritated.
"So you admit to assisting the Irken military!"
". . .whatever."
"Well!. . .do you know what we're going to do to you, Tak?"
"Not really."
"We're going to-! Uh. . ." Lard Nar looks around unsurely, "hm. Well, you're our first prisoner. . .I've never really thought this whole thing though. . .um. . .we're going to. . .uh. . ."
"Lock her up and try to extract information from her, then transport that information to the Meekrob in return for shiny new supplies!" shouts a random voice in the crowd.
"Yeah! That sounds good! We'll go with that!" Lard Nar says with a triumphant smile. He turns to Tak. "That's what we're gonna what we're gonna do!"
Tak shrugs.
"Yeah, okay," she says.
"Soon, Irken! Soon your empire will fall!"
Lard Nar waves his flashlight around some more, then flickers it- on and off, on and off- in Tak's face.
"Oh, cut it out with that stupid thing," she snarls, and swats it out of his hands.
He looks to the fallen flashlight in shock and dismay.
"Hey. . ." he says sadly. "That was mean. . ."
End of Chapter Six. . .
Da Resisty! Yay!. . . if there is one thing I'm proud of in this story, it's how I wrote the Resisty scenes. I shink I kept them in character. Blah blah blah. . .
Also, da flashback is a 'To be continued'. . . just because.
I actually don't have a name for Chapter seven yet. . . but, eh. . . expect:
-Zim's hunger
-Shloonktapooxis and Tak having a little heart-to-heart XD
-Gaz! Like. . . speaking more then one sentence!
Random crap: I have irregular sleeping patterns. Some nights I'll get ten hours of sleep. The next day I'll get six. Then the next, I'll get eight. Tis annoying. I'm sleepy.
Please review.