BWHAHAHA!! I'M ALIVE!!!! *looks at all of your shocked faces* Yes yes, I know. You're all ready to kill me yes? Wow, it's been over a year and everything! I MUST be a loser! And I won't deny it. I SORRY!!!
So instead of going on and on with excuses, I will save them for lated and let you hurry up and read.
You ever get that feeling? You know, THAT feeling? That feeling which follows one when they are looking for something impossible to find. That feeling of intuition of sorts that suggests that if you just stop looking, you'll find what you're looking for? Well, Zim had THAT feeling.
The Krazy Taco had yeilded no results, though Dib had bought his sister's food for her.
The two of them were polar opposites as they walked down the slushed-covered sidewalk. Dib was heading home, as well as Zim. Gir might have come back in the time he was out. However, the stink-beast was merrily chatting non-stop, while Zim walked in defeated silence, head hung, and one antennae poking out from under the wig.
He was thinking hard about past events. Past events that had once been so important to him, that now are revealed to be lies. He remembered when he first got his mission, and how euphoric he had been for the new chance to prove himself. But that chance was never there. The mission had been nothing but a lie. The Tallests hadn't even known Earth existed, and had expected him to just drift eternally in space until death. Zim knew he would have done it to, even if he had to live with Gir's doom song.
Gir....where was that bucket of bolts?
"Zim! Be careful!!"
Zim blinked as the Dib-human grabbed him, stopping him from walking out into a busy intersection. It seemed that people were trying to stock up for the threat of more snow.
Zim remained silent, not thanking the hyuman. So Dib had stopped him from being smushed into icky remains. So what? What was Zim anyway? He was a defective that should have died a long long time ago. The only thing that grabbed the Irken out of this morbidity was the amusing image of his self before he knew the truth, yelling at him for having become so….so…..un-irkeny.
After the walk light came on, Zim and Dib quickly crossed and continued on. That is, until a fowl smell filled the air. Zim stopped, and his frame stiffened.
"What IS that?" Dib asked, his eyes watering and a hand pinching his nose.
Zim turned, and pointed. "It's...It's.....the hobo!"
The said hobo towered over them, cracking his dirty fists, his fowl smell overwhelming. "YOU!"
Dib winced, and Zim just stood there, frozen.
"What have you done to my pets!?" he screeched, arms flailing.
Dib grinned. "What? Did those dogs get their butts kicked by the cats? That's a shame, considering dogs are supposed to be all big and bad and stuff. And you know cats, they usually only attack to defend themselves….or when they have rabies…..did those alley cats have rabies?" he started thinking out loud.
The hobo was not amused. "YOU MAKE JEFF'S PETS SOUND WEAK! I SHOW YOU WEAK, YOU WEAK THING!" Jeff raised his arms in the air, which only caused the smell to get worse.
Dib looked upm still holding his nose. "Jeff's pets?"
The hobo snarled. "I be Jeff! They be Jeff's pets!"
WHAM. The hobo was knocked back into the brick building behind him, several bones cracking. Zim stood over him, seething. "INVADER ZIM is the only thing that may speak in third-person! AND YOU, Hobo-Jeff, sicken ZIM!!!!" he drew his fist back to hit him again, meaning to kill him with this final blow, but Dib caught it.
"Zim, I think we've best get out of here rather than cause more damage, I think you've broken his back!" he hissed, and started to pull the alien away. On the bright side, if you could count it as a bright side, Zim seemed to have acted on an impulse like his old self would have. Was that good or bad? It took a few minuets, but Zim caved.
"Fine…but only because I know that if I don't kill him, the cold most certainly will."
You know, this document was WAY longer on my Word program....hrmmm. Well, it's the time you all have been knowing would come, MY EXCUSES OF DOOM!
1) Reality kept getting in the way
2) School, School, Traveling, Home Work, Family, School, Popsicle....
3) There was this old lady that needed help crossing the fourlane, and though I managed to get her across safely, I woke up a year later in the hospital. So technically, I JUST got home and was JUST able to finish this tiny chapter-thing. Cut me some slack, i came out of a comatose state!......have you ever heard the song Comatose by Skillet? You should. It's great!
4).....nothing comes to mind now.
So anyways, I'll be a senior in high school this year. The thought terrifies my soul.
CHAPTER 9 WILL BE MUCH LONGER AND MORE QUICKLY UPDATED!!! -It won't take a year, I swear!-
~piloneo~