A.N. Thanks to insmoniac emo child (I used to eat flowers. I scared my friends), ZeratulX35consniper, Rahh Gumba Foo (thanks), Mr. Girl, Bersek1 (paste! They use paste! I was just. . .too lazy to add that in), Computer-slave (thanks; psycho-ness is fun), Meeshkit(thanks. I love your story too)and moose-muffins for reviewing.
Heh heh, I know Pleecy annoys everyone, but I adore her. Of course, if it were RL, she'd drive me crazy. . .
The Sixth Chapter of Doom
Slurpy Boy
"What the hell are you talking about?" Tak snaps. "I met first met Zim at the academy, and I don't recall you ever being there."
"No, no," Pleecy says, "it was before you went to the academy. You were still my roommater, remember?"
"Um, no."
"Okay. . .remember when we were working as waitresses at Chubla's SnacShac?"
"Yeah. . ."
Zim snorts.
"You worked as a waitress?" he says to Tak. He begins to snicker, and Tak eye twitches in agitation.
"And you were banished to Food Courtia, you idiot," she growls, and Zim shuts up. She turns to Pleecy and says, "Yeah, what about Chubla's?"
"Well, that's where I met Zim."
Zim blinks. He doesn't get it.
Pleecy glances back and forth between the two, sighs deeply, then says, "Okay, it began as an ordinary day of labor. . ."
I was a bit. . .like, depressed and stuff, cause this one guy that lived around my living quarters who I was in love with, just self-destructed a few nights before. Tak, you were the one who forced me to go to work that day. You said it would get my mind off things.
So, at Chubla's I was sooo trying to cheer up, only then you were all ticked off, and then you said there was this irritating customer at one of your tables that kept dumping his slurpy on the floor, and demanding a new one, and you asked if I could clean it up while you went to go. . .uh, what was it you said? Oh yeah, you went to go poison his order!
So I went to clean up the slurpy mess, and little did I know, but the male of my very dreams was sitting at the table!
Um, yeah Zim, I'm talking about you. . .
Oh! You looked up at me with your brilliant read eyes, and the moment you spoke, I knew you were the one! In your melodic voice, you asked, "Hey, where's that other food service drone lady go?" and that's when I knew you'd be willing to give up your entire life, just to be with me and vice versa!
I responded, "Oh, she's poisoning your slurpy, she'll be back in a few minutes," as a way of saying, "Yes, mysterious stranger! I accept your love!"
I could tell you were trying so very hard to contain you joy as you said, "Oh."
I proceeded in cleaning the floor and stuff, and then you said, "Well. . .bye," and you got up and accidently stepped on my fingers, then ran out. Yet the throbbing pain in my hand was almost like a secret message from you, saying, "We'll meet again!"
I was so happy, I didn't even realize I never learned your name. . .but. . .well, I've been downloading some psycho therapy sessions into my pak recently, and it suggested I should find a male role model in my life that I'm not connected to romantically. So, I did some research, and found out Tallest Red is my brother, so I went to the Massive to visit him.
That's where I met Joon, and I admit to being unfaithful, Zim. . .I fell for him, but then Joon said he knew someone I would be more compatible with. . . and he like, described you, and that's when I realized you were the same guy I met that fateful day in Chubla's SnacShac!
And. . . well. . .here we are. . .
There's a short silence. Then, "That was the stupidest story I ever heard," from Zim.
Before Pleecy even has a chance to appear crushed or hysterical, Tak says in a slow, stunned voice, "That was you. . .?"
"What was me?" Pleecy asks.
"Zim," Tak says, ignoring Pleecy, "you. . .were the slurpy guy. . .?"
Zim nods slowly, almost cautiously, as if he's afraid if he answers incorrectly, he'll be eaten.
The moment he mutters, "Yeah," Tak sits upright on the couch, clenching her fists and shouting," You were the worst customer I ever dealt with in my entire life!" and she points an accusatory finger at him.
"Well, I didn't know the waitress was you," Zim argues feebly, but Tak just ignores him and continues to shouts, "Do you know how long it took to clean up all those slurpys, Zim! I broke three mops trying to get the last stain out, and it was still sticky after that-"
"Well, actually Tak," Pleecy interrupts, "I used anti-sticky soap afterwards, and it was just fine," but Tak just ignores her too.
"And then you just left, and you couldn't even bother to leave a tip! I suffered from a migraine that day, thanks to you! And you couldn't even pay for it, you horrible little-"
Tak continues shouting, and Zim is able to tune her out, yet still look fearful of her wrath at the same time. After living several months with her, it's an amazing skill he's aquired. Quite useful too, that is, until Tak takes a breath and says, "Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" and Zim doesn't really know what she's talking about.
"Um. . .I'm. . .sorry. . .?" Zim attempts to answer, but then Tak bites his hand.
Yes, she actually bites it.
It's like with the pizza-knapping thing; she had no idea what possessed her to do it.
Zim screams.
"What the heck is wrong with you! You're insane!"
"I'm inthane!" Tak retorts, her jaw holding quite a firm grasp on Zim's hand, so some of her words come out sounding funny. "What abou' thoo, thlurpy boy!"
Zim yanks his hand away, grimaces, and wipes it on his shirt.
"Eeeew, you got your slobber on it!" he whines.
Tak wipes her mouth and scowls.
"Deal with it, you moron," she growls. Then she gives off a death galre and says darkly, "I'm not insane."
"You tried to eat me!" Zim says, nearly hysterical.
"And I'll try again if you don't take that back!"
"INSANE!" Zim shouts, which is a stupid move on his part. "Tak is an insane cannibal-eater!"
Tak shrieks in anger, and in the next moment, she tackles Zim in an attempt to kill him. This turns into a rather rough struggle between the two yet between Tak's cry of, "I do not eat cannibals!" and several chokey noises from Zim, Pleecy (who's been observing the scene with a passive interest) says, "Oh, I get it! You two are in love!" and then everyone in the room freezes.
Tak has her hands gripping around Zim's neck, and Zim is in the process of giving Tak's antenna a rather violent tug. They cast a stupefied glance unto Pleecy, and then Tak says, "Does it look like we're in love?"
Pleecy claps her hands together and says brightly, "Well, I couldn't put my finger on it before, but I knew you two acted weird around each other. You're in love, aren't you?"
"Pleecy," Tak says slowly, standing up (and coincidentally stepping on Zim's stomach), "we were just trying to kill each other. . . where the hell do you get love out of that?"
"Well," Pleecy says with a huge smile, "I've never seen you get so worked up over anything anyone said before. You must really care about his opinion!"
"Hardly Pleecy, he's an idiot-"
"Listen, I apologize for coming between you two, I honestly had no idea." Pleecy gives Tak a quick hug, and a friendly kiss on the cheek, then says kindly,"I'll leave as soon as possible," wipes a joyful tear from her eye, "Oh! I'm so happy for you!" and exits the room with a little bounce in her step.
After a few moments of a rather awkward silence, Zim looks to Tak, rather flushed, as if waiting for her to comment on Pleecy's assumptions.
"Well, that was stupid," is all she says.
End of Chapter six. . .
Next chapter . . . 'Zim with Tact'. Final chapter. It'll have:
-More slurpys
-a really sweet moment (awww)
-more Joon
My nana died two weeks ago. So. . . yeah. . . I really wish I was in a better mood while typing this, but, ya know. . . oh, and just so you all know, both this story and 'Emotion Sickness' were completed (rough draft anyway) before I typed them up. The first copy of this story was done back in April. I have a story 'Blindfolded' completed, and I'm working on its sequel, 'Torches' (it's IZ). It's a trilogy. More detail at the end of the next chap.
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