YAY! it's not centered!
Remember this Sum: He was hurt. But he wasn't harmed or bleeding. So why did he feel this pain? Why did the tears come nonstop? Why? Only one person can answer him. And together, they'll explore the madness of emotions. ZADF, no romance here except for Gir and his Tacos.
Well, I've changed it (again) and the new-ish sum is below. Sorry for all the changes, but I was originally going to keep this a one-shot. When I decided to continue, I had no idea where I was going with it. Well, now I do , whether you like it or not. -.-
NEWER SUM: (is newer even a word? 0.o )
Zim's life has sunk to an all time low. Dib, in order to 'save the world', decides that he must help Zim understand all the complexities of emotions. While the two have their own little mini-adventures, Zim starts remembering memories from his smeebie-hood.
And then everything goes crazy when someone returns, this time wanting death.
So far, the only thing that hasn't changed is the ZADF and the title. I plan on keeping it that way.
And before anyone says something about it, yes, I say Smeebie. I think a couple other people use that word too. Smeebie is the same as a Smeet.
Zim was huddled on the couch, a baby blue colored blanket pulled around him. The tears had finally stopped, but now he was…well, he didn't know.
What could one be, now? An emotion, surely, but which one?
Zim shivered, curling up in his one sanctuary. The only thing he still had, the one thing that would be allowed to stay with him forever and ever, even after death. Zim. His name.
The only way he could now describe himself. What would the other kids say when they asked him wow he was today, and he replied, 'I am Zim.'?
What was going to happen now?
The alien let out a moan, unsure of what to do. So many mixed up and bothersome feelings swiveled in his mind, giving him a massive headache.
Gir, who had come out of the lab covered in ash, sat at the base of the couch, watching TV. The little one was so innocent. He was like a little child, unable to understand or care to know the meaning of things.
Zim was vaguely wishing he could be like Gir, now, and unable to think properly. To be oblivious to the world seemed like a miracle now. Gir didn't realize how lucky he was just to be able to 'live' without a care in the universe.
Soon Minimoose floated into the room, unharmed and completely normal. (Normal? What's normal about a floating, squeaking, moose balloon-weapon-thingy!?)
Zim watched as the moose-creature-thing land on Gir's head. The tiny robot gave a light giggle, but didn't seem to mind.
Zim stared down at the two, unable to truly understand their relationship. Until yesterday, he had thought that they liked each other just because they were his assistances.
But now, if you looked properly, you could see that there was something more. It was more like a bond that the two shared.
Zim thought for a moment. Hadn't he heard the word for it once before? Yes.
The humans called it a friend.
So that must mean that Gir and the Moose-creature were friends, bonded together by their friendship, not their roles in life.
Zim closed his eyes, still contemplating this new train of thought he never had before.
So friendships were special, but they can go horribly wrong. He knew this much from what he now called, 'The Keef Incident'. That boy had smothered him.
To be a friend, you had to…what? What was it like to have a friend?
Zim thought he remembered having something that might have been a friend once. But he had been only a smeet then. He didn't even know the name of the small Irken he had met years and years and years ago. And he had no idea what happened to his 'friend'.
Oh well. Probably living the proud life as an Irken Elite, like most smeets had wanted back then.
He then remembered something he had told them when they first met.
"I believe…that if you try hard enough and believe hard enough, you can be anything you want to be."
He frowned. Because of his foolish belief, he let himself believe in a lie. And the lie affected his whole life.
"I believed too hard. Hard enough to believe in lies that a fool could have seen." he admitted to himself.
He wondered if his 'friend' had believed in lies too.
Oh well, this was neither here nor there.
For all he knew, the Irken could be dead.
Zim opened his eyes, and attempted to focus on Gir and Minimoose again, but the pair had run off somewhere. (or in Minimoose's case, floated off somewhere)
The TV was still on, and was now showing an ad for Bloaty's Pizza Hog. Zim glared at the ad before he grabbed the remote. He flipped through channels, glaring at all of them, before turning off the TV.
He sat there, still on the couch, and again looking at the blank screen. Yet again, as predicted, the painful words came back to him.
He flinched, and looked away, another unknown feeling going through him.
But he did know something.
He hated this. It had been so much easier not to feel or care, but to proudly do what your were told. He disliked this new way of life. He hated being 'free'.
Zim wondered what would happen if he took over the planet anyway and gave it to his, no…the tallests. They weren't his anymore.
But it wouldn't do any good. Their harsh words still echoed inside his head.
Zim let out a long, miserable sigh. All he had known was pointless, stupid, and obsolete. All he had worked for was gone, for he never had it in the first place.
Zim let out a growl. How dare they. How dare they make a fool out of him? He had trusted them, served them without a second thought.
Another old and blurry memory appeared.
"Why do you want to be an Invader so badly?" a soft, curious voice asked.
"Well…" Zim began. "All I want is to earn the respect of my tallests. To show them what I can be. I want to prove myself. And what better way than to take over an entire race?"
The shadowy Irken figure nodded, its small mouth gaped. "Wow. That sounds wonderful."
Zim smiled a true smile, something he'd never do again for a very long time. "Yeah."
A sudden knocking at his door made Zim snap out of his old, old, smeebie-hood memories. He pouted a bit. He wanted to remember more about his old friend; for these were memories locked deep, deep inside himself, not his Pak, and weren't easily accessed, for Irkens usually had no need to look that far back into their past.(1)
Zim stood up, walking to the door and opening it. He stared, and then blinked. The cold winter air seeped into the warm home.
"What do you want, Dib-human?"
-runs and hides- No, I'm not telling you ANYTHING about Zim's old friend. Mainly because many people will have (sadly) already guessed who it is -.-
For those who THINK they know who it is, don't put the name in any reviews. You'll spoil it for the few who are clueless.
Either way, I like where I'm going with this now.
(1) Yes, I know about that one time when he remembered how he was born. My excuse for why he won't remember all his memories just as fast is the following:
There comes a time in every Irken's life that the control brains decide to 'erase' your past by deleting memories in your pak. Therefor, you truely become an emotionless drone who's only use is to serve the empire. You don't remember much except your training, for 'friends' are considered useless to the empire.
So, an Irken only remember's what he's/she's allowed to remember, unless you are defective, like Zim. Then you 'may' remember a little bit of your past 'without' the help of a 'fixed' pak.
( Have I confused you yet:P )
Friendships all around!
Pilo