Chapter 3
No, You Can't Have It
Brown eyes opened, taking in the scarcely lit room. Dib shook off the dizziness as he felt around for his glasses. Grumbling, he slid to the floor, sprawling his arms wildly, trying his hardest to locate them, when a high-pitched, insane, giggle hit his ear.
"GIR...?" He hissed, squinting his eyes in the direction of the laughter.
"Yeah?" More giggling,
"Do you have my glasses?" The giggles grew into laughter, "GIR... I need them back. I'll give you a taco if you hand them over." A squeak sounded, telling Dib that the defective robot was thinking about his choice. A smile spread across Dib's face. He knew the robot couldn't resist the meat, bean delicacy at Crazy Taco. Dib sat up, smiling, when another voice rang through the room,
"GIR! Give the lowly human back his glasses so I can kill him honorably!" The smile quickly disappeared from Dib's face.
Well... There goes my way out... A series of squeaks informed Dib that GIR was drawing near. The world became clear once more as the robot slipped the glasses onto Dib's face. The raven haired boy looked down at the smiling SIR unit, sadly,
How I wish I was ignorant... Soft foot steps echoed through out the room,
"GIR. Get out." Zim commanded, walking even closer. With a squeal, GIR through himself onto Dib, hugging him tightly,
"Bye, Dibby-poo! I'm gunna make waffles! You want waffles!" Dib smiled absently at the robot,
Better keep him blissfully unaware... Dib sighed to himself,
"Sure GIR. I'll have some waffles..." GIR giggled happily before running to Zim,
"You want some, too, Master?"
"Get out GIR. And don't make those horrible human food... things in my base!" GIR sniffed, looking up at Zim sadly, before running out, screaming about mice.
Dib leaned against the table, pulling himself up, purposely not looking at Zim,
"So it's finally time to end this?" Dib clothes landed on the floor in front of him,
"Hurry up, human." Zim hissed, turning around to fiddle with a control panel. Dib slowly slipped on his clothing,
Yep. Not as dramatic as the drowning idea, but equally effective. He sighed, I guess I'm finally getting what I wanted. Man. It's really hard to prepare yourself for death. Wish I only had to do it once. Zim saved me only to kill me. Didn't want to miss the chance, did he? Dib laughed quietly to himself.
"If you're that open to death, I'll grant you that wish." Dib raised his head slowly, peering at Zim with unwavering eyes,
"So you saved me from myself, only to kill me?" Zim stared back, no hint of superiority, and no victorious smile,
"It appears so, now doesn't it?" Dib inhaled deeply, straightening himself out,
"Then I guess this is it. You've won. Good job." Zim just continued to stare at him as he reached behind and picked up a laser. Dib leaned back,
"I suppose it all ends either way."
"I suppose so." Was the response he got before he heard the laser charge, "... Good bye, Dib."