A Christmassy Casserole

By Tallest Yellow


Stave One: The Ghost of Christmassy Past

"I am... Er... No... I AM... No... I am the Ghost of Christmassy Past! Yeah, that's it."

I glanced up at the purple-eyed Irken in front of me.

"Um... Tak?"

"Eh?"

"... You died?"

"... Yeah. I did. Didn't you read the fan fiction?"

"... No."

"... I hate you."

"Then we're even."

"Oh, shut up!" Tak snapped, coughing once more. "Let me redo that entrance. I AM THE GHOST OF CHRISTMASSY PAST!!!"

"... And...?"

"Well, I'm supposed to apparently help you get into the Christmas Spirit. By showing you some of your past Christmasses."

"Okay, then. Let's go."

"Well!"

Tak took several steps forward before snatching my hand. "What is this, some sort of cliche romance? I asked angrily. I don't see the poi-EEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNTTTTTTTTTTTT!" I began to yell as a huge hole had opened up in the floor.

Still falling, Tak gave me her ever-so-irritated look out of the corner of her dark violet eyes. "We're almost done." She said, quickly giving me a kick in the side, during which I flinched.

When we landed, I expected to land harshly, but with a simple flap of Tak's wings, the landing was soft. I looked intently over the top of a roof, curious to see what this rather annoying Irken had taken me to see.

"Come on, Zim..." Purple mumbled, shifting slightly as he made at least a small attempt to make this stupid little military camp at least a little fun.

I suddenly remembered the way I had treated GIR, and regret overwhelmed me. If it hadn't been for Purple, who I was now treating terribly by hissing and spitting at him, in the vision of course, I wouldn't have GIR.

The scene quickly changed, and for a split second, I pondered what I had just seen.

This time, it was me and Tak pretty much screaming at each other. Finally, Skooge intervened, and something quite close to guilt swept over me. I really shouldn't have treated him that way. I thought silently. I'll apologize to him when I get back.

Finally, the scene floated over to the Dib-stink. His black scythe was flapping attractively and- whoah, whoah. Hold up!

"TAK!" I shouted, tackling the angel immediately, tugging visciously at her sparkly antennae of, dare I say it... DOOM!

"OW! OW! ZIM! LET ME GO THIS INSTANT!" Tak screeched, fighting like mad to get me off of her.

"Not until you apologize! I DO NOT LOVE DIB!" I screamed. It was true! At this point, you should have figured out the author isn't a big fan of ZADR. So... She was quite skeptical about this scene, but I insisted it be put in.

"FINE! FINE! I'm sorry I did that, I'm sorry! But I won't say it wasn't funny."

I stopped yanking visciously at her atennnae, however I did give her a disapproving glare.

"Oh, I get it. You want me to leave."

"Mm hmm."

"Okay, okay."

After several moment, she was gone, and I was back in my lab.

Sometimes that girl could be a serious pain.

Sitting back down, I sighed and continued my working.