A/N: Cold mainly out of my system, I step forth to once again post SSC! Just for a treat because I haven't updated in a while I'm going to post 2 chapters ON THE SAME DAY! How's that suitin' ya?
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Halloween came and then went, and now it was November. The leaves were mainly off the trees and frost weren't uncommon. Unfortunately, neither was the flu. Dib was stuck in bed with a bad fever and a raspy cough.
Moaning, Dib turned onto his side and looked out the window in distress. 'Never again am I letting myself fall asleep on the roof… NEVER.' This though was followed by a hideous serious of coughs that left the boy lying as his lungs ached.
He watched some of the last leaves on trees sway in the breeze and fall to the ground before getting bored and turning over, slowly, to his computer. Pushing a button, a screen showing Zim's lab popped up. Dib started to press the arrow keys on his computer and the camera turned according to which key.
"Is that… -cough- Gi –cough cough cough- r?" Dib tried to speak aloud.
Shortly after that, Dr. Membrane marched into Dib's room holding a steaming bowl of soup. Dib quickly closed the screen and switched off the computer.
"Hi dad…" He spoke softly, so as not to provoke more coughing fits.
"Hello son. I brought you this soup, in hopes it would make you feel better." Dr. Membrane spoke as he placed the soup on the table next to Dib's bed.
"Thanks dad…" Dib said, turning to stare at the steam rising from the bowl.
He grabbed the bowl and placed it on his lap and began to slowly eat it. It tasted absolutely awful. His dad soon walked out of the room and Dib placed the bowl back on the bedside table. In all honesty he didn't feel like eating that monstrosity, but just so his father wouldn't feel bad he decided to eat some anyway.
He ignored the sick feeling in his stomach and once again grabbed the bowl and hit the on button for his computer. He sipped some more of the soup as he waited for it to turn on. The moment it did he quickly opened the camera stream and turned it back to Gir.
He watched as the little robot pressed buttons all over the control panel. Though, to Dib, it didn't seem as if he was hitting them at random. It was like he actually had a purpose, which sort of shocked Dib, because Gir had to be the most impaired robot he had ever met.
He watched in amazement as the robot went around pushing buttons and typing in codes. Dib actually managed to convince himself that the robot was only dumb when Zim was around. But then a monkey popped up on the screen and he leaned back.
Of course. He just wanted to watch the scary monkey show.
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A few hours later, Dib was bored out of his mind and feeling a little better. He decided to get up and do something. Walking down the stairs he threw on his trench coat and snuck out the front door.
At first he wandered around without a purpose before he decided to stalk Zim. He walked to the Skool and hid in one of the bushes outside of the building, waiting for it to be over. He was only there for 5 minutes before the bell rang. Watching as the green kid stepped out of the door he felt his muscles tense. Getting ready to start following him, he got onto his knees.
He slowly followed the Irken to the city, in which he proceeded to head to the super market.
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Zim stood there looking at different broths and meats before finally deciding on what to get.
'I shall use this trick to get through the worm-baby's defenses. And show him I am not so easily broken through!!' Zim thought to himself, heading over to the vegetables. He snatched a handful of everything and walked to the checkout with arms full of food.
After spending all of his moneyz on the food he made his way back to his glowing home. He hobbled his way past the guard gnomes and called out Gir to help him grab the groceries. The robot came outside quickly and grabbed a falling bag shouting.
Zim ignored him as he shouted about the meaningless things he did and walked to the kitchen, still unknowing to the boy in the trench coat that followed him. Placing everything on the table he turned to grab some knives and pots as the bags fell over the table, spilling their contents onto the table.
Throwing on gloves and goggles, Zim put some water in a pot and put that on the stove turning it up to high.
"ALL RIGHT GIR. LET US PREPARE TO MAKE WHAT THESE HUMANS CALL… Soup."
"YES, SIR." Yelled Gir, saluting and his eyes going red. They soon turned back to normal as he grabbed some celery and carrots to begin chopping them up.
Zim was trying to figure out how to make the soup when he saw Gir throw in all of the chopped vegetables. Peeking over the pot he watched as they floated up and down in the boiling water.
"Hmm…. Now what to do?" He thought turning to some of the chicken he bought. He grabbed it and started to rip some of the meat off of it and placed it on the cutting board.
Starting to chop it into cubes he thought he was doing well when suddenly the knife hit his finger.
"FUCK." He yelled pulling back his finger and watching some blood escape the cut. "GIR. FETCH ME THE MEDICAL KIT." He demanded to his little robot.
The machine obliged and grabbed the red box that was in a cabinet. He brought it over to the table and watched as his master placed a band aid over the wound. "Back to work!" he stated as he turned back to the chicken.
As he was trying to figure out what to do next the water in the pot commenced in boiling over and spilling all over the stove top.
Zim jumped at the sound and quickly went to fixing it. Back to square one. It took him several hours to get it right, but once Zim finally got the recipe right he placed the soup in a bowl and covered it with a lid. "TO THE HUMANS HOUSE." Zim shouted.