Zim is technically 16 in the IZ world, but here in my little story, he is thirteen. His PAK is detachable and he wears a good viarity of clothing.
Red and Purple in this story however have their titles displayed as nicknames. Reason, no one really knows their true names. So here I display their names as Merah, meaning red in Indoneasian and Viola, which means purple in Italian. So in the story I will use Red and Purple when writing, but Zim will say "Merah" or "Viola" within quotes, while he is talking.
Kind of how in other works, people put " ' oh, shut up Pur,' said Red. Purple looked back at his counterpart, ' you shut up,' said Purple." Pur being used in quotes and such when it is not Purple's actual name and such.
Whatever
Something i just wanted to add in there.
the authors notes I do not care about, so please people please stop bothering me on how I make mistakes on my authors notes, it's getting annoying.
ENJOY!
Chapter 2
A Little Me.
Zim stared out the kitchen window, watching as the rain poured down from the heavens and onto the earth, every now and then scratching the little red rash on his right hand.
After meeting with the Membrane children the other day, the poison oak from the 'dousing rod' Zim used started taking affect.
'Stupid poison oak and stupid No-brains!' thought Zim as he looked outside, watching the rain get heavier with each passing second.
How horrible. Zim hated the rain, he hated the gloomy grey colors, the wispy fogs and the bitter cold the rain left behind.
However, the rains did give Zim a potential use.
Gardening.
When it rains, the leaves fall, the ground is moist, and the air becomes humid, perfect for planting fresh seeds into the earth.
Zim looked down at a little brown box that he had in his hands, inside there were little white packets filled with vegetable and flower seeds.
Zim smiled a little as he picked up a few of the packets and started organizing them neatly on the sill of the kitchen window.
Pepper, bleeding hearts, pumpkin, and then squash. All of them neatly in a row.
Zim had always wanted a garden for himself, so a few weeks before he moved in with his brothers, his mother decided to grant his little wish.
Miyuki bought the seeds for Zim, knowing that her eldest children, Merah and Viola, were interested in writing and studying about plants rather than planting them.
She figured her youngest child, Zim her adorable little smeet, should plant a nice garden for the twins while they worked. Besides, it would keep Zim entertained.
Zim sighed as he finished organizing his little packets of seeds, looking back at his brother, who was typing aggressively on the computer.
Zim suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, sure he was in the horrible black skinny jeans, but that wasn't the uncomfortable part. The fact that he was wearing his purple rain coat and new purple swampers, rain boots, indoors made him uncomfortable; it felt a little out of place.
"I almost fell down a well yesterday, Redsy." said Zim, trying to capture his brother's attention.
"Uh-huh" answered Red, not really paying attention.
'Red' as he preferred, was clearly uninterested in Zim's statement. Red looked tired, he was still in his sleeping clothes, a red wrinkled tank top and lose baggy black shorts that would reach his knees.
"I would've died." said Zim, one of his antennas twitching in annoyance.
"That's nice." said Red in an emotionless tone, adjusting his white neck brace as he typed.
"Hmm..." Zim walked away from the kitchen window and stared at his brother "So, can I go out? I think it's perfect weather for gardening." said Zim with a small pleading smile.
"No, Zim rain makes mud. Mud makes a mess" Said Red an in annoyed tone.
Zim gave his brother a frustrated look, "But, Merah, I want stuff growing when my friends come to visit. Not to mention Mom and Dad, I want them to see the things I've grown! It's so you and Viola can write about the plants I'll be growing! Plants! Isn't that why you moved here? "said Zim placing his hands on the table, making it move.
Annoyed, Red looked up from his computer screen and stared at Zim.
"Something like that." he sighed, "but then we had the accident." said Red pointing at his neck brace.
"It wasn't my fault you hit that truck!" said Zim angrily, remembering the accident that took place in Michigan four days ago.
"I never said it was!" snapped Red annoyed.
"Sure sounds like it Mr. I like to text while driving." said Zim with a huff.
"Shut up, Zim!" said Red glaring at his little brother.
"I can't believe it. You and Viola get paid to write about plants, and you hate dirt. It's so stupid." said Zim, scratching his little rash again and crossing his arms.
"Zim, I don't have time for you right now, and you still have unpacking to do. Lots of unpacking!" said Red gripping the laptop screen emphasizing his anger.
"That sounds exiting!" said Zim sarcastically.
"Oh. Some kid left this on the front porch." said Red quickly handing Zim a package that was wrapped around in tape and newspaper.
Zim glared at his brother and took the package in his hands, reading a small note that was attached to it.
Hey Vasquez, check out what we found in our father's trunk! Look familiar?
- Dib and Gaz Membrane
Zim groaned angrily. He didn't like Dib or Gaz, why would they send him something?
Zim unfolded the dirty newspaper and found something unexpected.
A doll of himself, with a purple raincoat, tight black skinny jeans, purple swampers and magenta buttons for eyes.
a little Zim.
"A little me? That's weird." said Zim, picking up the doll.
"What are their names anyway?" asked Red, returning to his typing.
"Dib and Gaz. And I'm way too old for dolls." said Zim walking out of the kitchen, maybe his purple obsessed brother would let him go outside.
Zim pushed open the door to his brother 'Purple's' study. the little room that was located by the stairs and the heater.
"Hey, Viola. how's the writing going?" asked Zim.
'Purple' as he preferred to be called, was typing away, glaring at the black screen and green text that emitted from the monitor.
"Go away." said Purple rather cheerfully, who was still in his pajamas. Zim snickered, he wondered if Purple's friends knew about the purple ' Pete the Panda' pajamas his brothere wore. It was simple, purple night shirt with a cheerful panda picture in the front and white panda printed pants.
"I'm bored." said Zim leaning against the doorframe, looking at the little doll that was still in his hands.
"Learn how to tap-dance." said Purple, not turning around.
"Don't be stupid." said Zim hugging the doll he just received, "why don't you play with me?"
Purple wasn't paying attention, and continued typing. Zim, craving attention, waved his hand in front of Purples face.
"Pur!" said Zim.
"What is it, Zim and Zim...Doll?" asked Purple eyeing the strange little doll that hung limp from Zim's free hand. Rolling his eyes he turned back to his computer saying, "please, go do something, Zim I'm busy."
Zim sighed and scratched the rash on his hand, "fine, do you know where the garden tools are?" he asked.
"It's...It's pouring out there isn't it?" Asked Purple, now a little irritated at his little brother's presence.
"Just raining." said Zim with a scoff.
"Hmm. What'd the boss say?" asked Purple, "and tell me the truth this time."
"You know, the usual 'DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT GOING OUT ZIM VASQUEZ!' and stuff." said Zim with a deep shout, imitating his older brother, shaking his doll for emphasis.
"Well then you won't need the tools." said Purple, his antennae twitching again as Zim groaned in frustration.
Zim, who was still wanted to go outside, sat down on one of the boxes that sat on the floor of his brother's study. He looked down at the little Zim doll and started playing with it; making it dance and making it jump.
"Hello, little me, I am Zim! Do you want to be friends with me?" Zim asked the doll, a little of his loneliness disappearing. "Who? oh, that is my brother Viola, he likes the color purple!" The little doll did not respond, but Purple did.
"ARGH! You know, this house is over 150 years old." said Purple turning around to look at Zim, a small note pad and pen in his hands.
"So?" said Zim, quirking an invisible brow.
"So explore it! Go out and count all the doors and windows and write that down on...- List everything that's blue! Just LET ME WORK!" growled Purple shoving the notepad into Zim's chest and going back to his typing."Stupid little runt." he mumbled.
Zim, taking his raincoat off, decided to do what his brother ordered him to do. Explore the house.
So far, Zim had encountered the horrible grey carpet that lay in the hallway by the stairs, which he almost tripped over because it had a small dent, and every time Zim tried to fix it, two more would appear. Next was the Twin's bathroom that had twelve disgusting bugs lurking around the shower, gross. The other three rooms were at least tolerable, each one containing a few windows, a radiator and a fireplace.
After the rooms came Zim's little adventure with the rusty old water heater, which caused a few...Well a lot of problems for Purple, Zim had turned off the break by accident, thinking the switch was for the light.
"No, no, no, NO!" screamed Purple once the lights went out and his computer shut off, erasing all of his work.
Zim quickly flipped the switch and walked away from the heater, trying to act as innocent as possible.
Finally, he went to the living room, where he found a little surprise.
As Zim walked in, he saw that there was a small box labeled 'Merah's snow globes - living room' sitting patiently on the floor, smiling Zim opened the box and placed his little doll down on the coffee table that lay in the middle of the room, next to the antique couch and fireplace.
Zim then spotted his favorite snow globe, the one that his brother got from the 'Detroit Zoo,' it was the biggest one, with two blue bears standing underneath a beautiful fountain. Zim then placed the snow globe on a ledge above the fireplace, it looked safe enough for the snow globe, so Zim decided to put the other four there as well, each one in its order.
Michigan, Montreal, Detroit, New York, Miami. All of them neatly in a row.
Zim then looked up at the wall to see a picture of a blue boy in some old fashioned clothing, staring at the ice-cream that just fell from his cone. How sad, and how boring.
" One sad boring blue boy in a painfully boring painting. Four boring old windows and no more doors." Said Zim writing down his words. Zim sighed and then looked over his notes.
153 blue objects, 21 windows, 12 bugs, one water heater, and 13 doors.
" Done!" sighed Zim turning to the coffee table so he could get his little doll. Only it wasn't there.
"Huh?" Zim looked underneath the table and sighed, "alright little me, where are you hiding?" he asked.
Zim turned around and suddenly saw his doll peeking out from behind a family portrait that his family had taken when he was still a smeet. Miyuki, Spork, Merah, and Viola were all well dressed and smiling as Zim lay asleep in his mother's arms, peacefully sucking his thumb.
The portrait was leaning against the wall, but for some reason the portrait and the doll looked a little off, the portrait looked a little gloomy and there was a malignant look in the little button eyes of the doll, as if it were planning something nasty.
Cautious, Zim moved the portrait a little and picked up the little doll, finally noticing the little door that hid behind the portrait and behind the wallpaper.
The fourteenth door in the house.
"Huh? Hey! Merah! MERAH!" called Zim, exited about his new find.
"WHAT?" cried out Red from the kitchen.
"Where does this door go to?" asked Zim, tracing the little door with his fingers, it was old fashioned and small, but big enough for someone to crawl through.
"I'm really, really busy!" said Red.
Zim then remembered the book he read about a girl, what was it called? oh, yes! it was called 'Alice in Wonderland,' where people would drink potions to shrink and cakes to grow.
"I think it's locked!" said Zim, tracing the little key hole the door possessed.
What if behind the door was a wonderland?
The curiosity was killing him.
"PLEASE!" cried Zim, begging his brother to come.
Zim finally heard his brother groan and smiled satisfied. Red then came into the room with his face a little scrunched up, the well known look of frustration and annoyance, the older boy looked at the door and crossed his arms looking at his younger brother, who was sitting on the floor with a little doll laying lifeless next to him.
"Will you stop pestering me if I do this for you?" asked Red tapping his fingers against his elbow.
In response, Zim clasped his hands together and made puppy eyes at his brother, making a small, begging, whimpering noise.
"FINE!" growled Red.
Triumphant, Zim sat patiently in front of the door as his brother searched for the key to the door.
Red looked through an old drawer that was filled with little keys, one for the garden gates, duplicates, storage and so on, until he found a black, rusty, old fashioned key with a button at its end.
Red held it up and quirked an invisible a brow.
"Weird." he mumbled, taking a kitchen knife with him to the living room where Zim was waiting, scratching the little rash that was on his hand.
' This better be the right key.' thought Red, squatting before the door and cutting the wall paper, tracing the little door's frame.
Zim's eyes and smile grew wider as Red finished cutting, and placed the old key in the key hole, pushing the weak wall paper through the opening and turning it.
Red then sighed with relief when there was a satisfying click. With a grunt, Red pulled on the door frame opening it, what the door revealed disappointed Zim, all the door revealed was a complete wall of bricks and a little door knob that would open the door from the other side.
"Bricks?" asked Zim disappointed, " I don't get it!"
Red rolled his eyes and stood up with a sigh, "they must've closed this off when they divided up the house." said Red referring to the previous owners of the Pink Palace.
"When this house was in one piece, this door must have led somewhere, but now that it's divided it leads to the brick wall, I think the other side is the empty flat that is still out for rent." said Red heading back to the kitchen with the old key in his hand.
"You're kidding. And why is the door so small?" asked Zim, picking up his little look alike doll.
"We made a deal! ZIP IT!" said Red rather harshly, making a 'Zipper on mouth' motion by his lips with his fingers, so Zim would understand.
"You didn't lock it!" said Zim, chuckling once he heard Red exclaim in frustration as he threw the key back in the drawer.
"Why would I lock it! it leads to nowhere! stupid kid." grumbled Red a little too loudly.
Saddened, Zim placed a hand on the bricks , he really wanted his own little wonderland. A wonderland where he would play with the Mad Hatter and the March hair. Atleast they would be willing to play.
With a sigh, Zim closed the little door, grinning a little as the hinges squeaked.
And there you have it! Phew!
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