(A/N: Hey, guys! Here's the second chapter, in which Zim goes to church with the Hopkins. Maybe I should change the rating for Zim's Satanic tendencies?...NAH! I'll put a warning up, though. Hey. It isn't K+ for nothing. THERE'S A PLUS!)
"Fudge! Wake up! It's time to go to church!"
"I'm coming, Dad!"
Fudge hurried down the stairs and combed his hair. He and his family were dressed in their finest Sunday clothes and ready to get their weekly dose of Christianity. His father gave he and his sister a dollar each so that they could put it in the charity basket.
"Ah!" squeaked Fudge when he noticed Zim behind his mother. He had forgotten that he stayed the night. The green boy was now wearing a navy blue suit, but he still had the black boots and gloves on.
"Hello, Fudge," Zim greeted him."Did you sleep well?"
"Uh, yep!" he replied with a smile. He wasn't going to let Zim put him in an uneasy mood. He remembered the last time he had looked upset at church...the horror...
"Well, let's go!"
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Fudge always liked to sing in church. The songs were catchy and upbeat, so they were just for him. He also loved the band that played along, and so did his family. Zim, on the other hand didn't seem very into it. He even seemed irritated by it all.
Fudge leaned over and whispered to him."Are you upset because you couldn't bring GIR in with you?" It was a known rule that no pets were allowed in the church unless they were seeing eye dogs, so GIR was waiting outside.
Zim gave him a strange look.
"Why in the world would I be upset about something as insignificant as that?" He turned back to the choir."It gives me a break from his incessant babbling, anyway. You know, when you reach my age, you'll learn that there are more consequential things to spend your emotions on."
"...but you're only eleven," Fudge reminded him of the tiny age gap.
"What?" Zim asked, confused. He looked around for a few seconds, then he seemed to remember."Ah, yes. It's a very...changing age."
"Oh." Fudge had heard about the stress of puberty before. Poor Zim. He was dealing with a changing body AND his parents left him with the neighbors. He must have truly been happy to have GIR and Fudge around for him.
"Our father, who art in Heaven..."
"Ah!" Fudge grabbed Zim's gloved right hand and joined in the prayer. When he turned to grin at him, Zim was looking back at Fudge with a disgusted and furious look on his green face.
Fudge immediately let go of his hand.
Before they knew it, the service was over, and on the way back home, Zim, GIR and Fudge rode in the back of the pickup truck. Their hair blew in the warm wind that whipped around them.
"So, how was your first time at church?" Fudge asked Zim."Wasn't it fun?"
"No, it was horrible. I hated it," Zim replied coldly. GIR wiggled in his lap.
"...can I pet your dog?" asked Fudge.
"Sure, why not?" Zim set GIR down next to him, then looked to the other side. It seemed like he was thinking about something else.
"Pet me. Pet me!" GIR pulled Fudge's hand down onto his head and rubbed it around.
"Wow, you're surprisingly strong," Fudge breathed. He pet GIR even harder.
...
He could feel something through the skin...! Something like...an antenna?
It felt cold and metallic. Hesitantly, he knocked on GIR's forehead a couple times. It made a hollow sound!
Zim heard this and snapped back around. He snatched GIR away.
"ENOUGH!" he shouted at Fudge."No more petting!"
"Aww..." moped GIR.
"S-Sorry!" Fudge said, in a daze.
It was silent for the rest of the ride home.
(A/N: Yay, I finally finished Chapter 2! I'm so proud of myself HA HA!
Just so you know, I hate going to church. The singing, the forced beliefs, the people who only go there on Easter so that they can pretend to be Christians. And it's so freaking repetitive! I hate when I have to hold hands! My brother's hand is all gross and twitchy and clammy...but anywho.
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