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Chapter Four
Incredible Dream
"Mmm! Who's starving? Raise your hand," said the Other Purple, the mechanical hands immediately rose up, hitting the Other Purple's chin, causing the Other Red to chuckle, and causing Zim to laugh.
"Not funny piano," laughed the Other Purple.
Zim then stopped laughing and placed a hand on his lips. Eyes full of worry.
This was a really strange dream.
"Boys? come to the diner table! its time to eat!" called out the Other Mother, her voice sounding a little faint.
The Other Brothers nodded towards each other and eventually led Zim to the dining room, which was already set up with the finest china plates, glasses and silverware, along with a castle made of fruits, sides and appetizers, there also seemed to be a train track running in between them.
Zim sat down at the end of the table while his Other Brothers sat elsewhere, on Zim's left. Both of them, sitting side by side and smiling identical smiles.
It was so creepy.
"Okay, here comes the center piece!" chirped the Other Mother in a cheery sing-song voice.
Coming out of the kitchen, the Other Mother had a huge, golden-brown roasted chicken.
The Other Mother gracefully placed the chicken between the green peas and the fried potatoes that took part in the fruit, sides and appetizer castle.
"A-hem, Viola dearest, do you mind saying grace?" asked the Other Mother smiling gently at the Other Purple as she sat down opposite of him and his brother
Zim stared at her, she looked so much like his mother Miyuki, if only she didn't have those buttons on her eyes maybe she would be less creepy, not to mention Zim would know what she was looking at.
The Other Purple cleared his throat and brought his hands up.
"We give our thanks and ask to bless our mothers golden... chicken breast," before he could finish, he was already laughing along with the Other Red.
The Other Mother only smirked and waved the Other Purple off, as if saying "Oh, stop it."
Zim smiled nervously at the joke and picked out a drumstick from the golden chicken. Cautious he sniffed at it, the chicken smelled good, it smelled...real almost.
Still cautious, Zim took a small bite, in an instant his eyes closed and he smiled.
"Mmm! This chicken is good!" exclaimed Zim as he shoveled more food into his mouth, chewed enthusiastically and swallowed, satisfying his aching squeedly-spooch. It tasted wonderful.
It was the best chicken that Zim had ever eaten. His mother, Miyuki, sometimes made chicken, but it was always out of packets or frozen, and was very dry and it never tasted of anything. when zim's brother, Purple cooked chicken, he bought real chicken, the one that wasn't cut or precooked, but he would always do strange things to it, like stewing it in wine, or stuffing it with prunes, or baking it in a pastry, and Zim would always, and forever refuse to touch it on principle.
it could be poisonous.
"Hungry, aren't you?"Asked the Other Mother, smiling and watching Zim eat eagerly.
Zim nodded eagerly at his other mother barely noticing that, despite the fact that she had food on her plate, she never touched it, and that she wasn't eating anything.
Zim looked at the Other Brothers; they were eating eagerly, enjoying the food.
why wasn't the Other Mother enjoying it?
"Do you have any gravy?" asked Zim, shoveling some fried potatoes into his mouth.
"Well of course, why, here comes the gravy train," laughed the Other Mother.
"Choo, choo!" she laughed, lifting a fist in the air and pumping it, almost as she was sounding the train's horn.
The gravy train then appeared out of nowhere from the apitezer and sides castle, chugging along and with a small blow of its whistle, stopped in front of Zim and poured gravy on his potatoes using a small mechanical arm.
"Huh," exclaimed Zim, interested in the little train.
"Another roll? Sweet peas? Corn on the cob?" asked The Other Mother, encouraging Zim to eat.
Zim then took some more chicken and shoveled more food in his mouth.
"I'm real thirsty," said Zim, with a small satisfied smile on his face.
"Of course, any requests?"Asked the Other Mother with a smile, clapping her hands twice. As she did the small chandelier that hung on the ceiling started to lower itself, revealing a set of different milk shakes and drinks instead of lights.
"Mango milkshake?" suggested Zim, his antennae waving around in curiosity.
The Other Mother smiled and nodded at the Other Red.
The Other Red smiled and stopped the chandelier, pulling on a little lever and letting an orange-ish white liquid fall into an empty glass.
"Here ya' go," said The Other Red, lovingly petting Zim's antennae and serving Zim his drink.
Zim enjoyed the loving gesture as he drank the milk shake. It was incredibly delicious.
Licking His lips Zim sighed in satisfaction as the Other Purple picked up his plate and the Other Mother Placed a large chocolate birthday cake in front of him.
Zim stopped enjoying the Other Red's love and stared at the cake.
As if by magic, the candles sit up by themselves in white icing words started to appear in perfect cursive writing.
'WELCOME HOME'
Zim stared at the cake, his eyes wide. He then looked over at the Other Mother and raised an invisible brow in question.
"Home?" he asked.
"We've been waiting for you, Zim." said the Other Mother, smiling a wide smile.
"We've been waiting for you a long time," said the Other Purple, placing a hand on the Other Mothers shoulder.
"For me?" asked Zim, pointing to himself, his antennae twitching again.
"Yep. Wasn't the same without you, kiddo," said The Other Purple.
Zim only stared at the Other Mother, shifting uncomfortably under her gaze.
"We knew that you'd arrive one day, and then we could be a proper family. Would you like me to cut you a piece of cake?" asked the Other Mother.
"I didn't know I had another mother," said Zim cautiously.
"Of course you do. Everyone does," said the Other Mother as if it was an obvious fact, her blue button eyes gleaming.
"Really?" asked Zim rather quietly. He didn't like the buttons at all. This may be wonderland, but it was still dangerous if there was such a thing as a red queen or even a bandersnach.
"Uh-huh. and as soon as your done eating, I thought we'd play a game," said the Other Mother as her fingers started drumming against the table, almost impatiently as if they were waiting for something.
"You mean, like hide- and - seek?" asked Zim, feeling nervous.
"Perfect. Hide and seek in the rain!" said the Other Mother with a smile.
"What rain?" asked Zim with a small frown.
'Why rain?' He wondered, he didn't even like the rain that much.
Zim's train of thought was suddenly interrupted when there was a sudden flash of lighting in the sky, then a very loud thunderclap.
Zim yelped and looked out the window, catching a glimpse of the lightning and rain. He could have sworn the lighting looked like a hand.
"Huh," Zim gasped, snuggling into the Other Red, trying to find a little comfort.
"What about the mud?" asked Zim, " Rain makes mud, mud makes a mess," he quoted.
"We love mud here," said The Other Purple.
"Mud facials mud baths mud pies, it's great for poison oak," said the Other Mother, grabbing Zim's hand, revealing the poison oak rash he got from the other day.
"How'd you know I-" Zim pulled his hand away from the Other Mother and stopped snuggling into the Other Red for comfort. This dream was starting to get a little too creepy and a little too weird.
"I... I'd love to play, but I better get home to my other brothers," said Zim standing up.
"But we're your other brothers," said the Other Purple with a soft smile, pointing at himself and at the Other Red, who was silent in the whole time.
"I mean my other, other brothers, Merah and Viola, number one? Red and Purple?" said Zim backing up a little, only to gasp in surprise as he bumped into the Other Mother.
When did she get there?
"I think I should get to bed," said Zim, heading for the living room.
"Of course, sweet heart. It's all made up," said the Other Mother sweetly, taking Zim's hand and leading him up the stairs.
"But..." Zim protested.
"Come along, sleepy head," urged the Other Red, finally speaking up.
Zim reluctantly let his Other Mother lead him to his "room."
Smiling, the Other Mother opened the door to Zim's room and let the small child look inside.
Zim then gasped, his magenta eyes opened wide. This was turning out to be an interesting dream.
"Wow," said Zim looking around his "room."
It was different from his bedroom at home. For a start it was painted in an off-putting shade of green and peculiar shades of pink and purple.
Zim decided that he wouldn't want to have to sleep in there, but that the color scheme was an awful lot more interesting than his own bedroom. There were all sorts of remarkable things in there he'd never seen before.
A lovely armuar, antique chairs, the bed had magneta covers and a large fluffy white pillow and on the floor lay a lovely purple rug.
The little dragonflies that Zim had were now fluttering around the room like startled sparrows, Zim's books were now magical, with pictures that writhed and crawled and shimmered, the little dinosaur skull he had skull he had was chattering its teeth and had a body made out of a turtle shell and clothes pins for feet, Then there was the planetary chandelier, the fireplace and finally.
The toys.
There was a whole toy box filled with them, some of them were molded together, for example the tank and the giraffe, and some of them moved or even spoke.
Zim laughed as he looked around.
"Hello Zim, hello, hello, hello, hello!"Said the dragonflies as they flew past.
Zim smiled and waved at the dragonflies.
"Wow!" breathed Zim, looking back at his Other Mother and Other Brothers, they were all smiling as Zim looked around his "room."
"What's shaking baby?" asked a certain toy.
"MR. SQUID!" cried Zim happily, a wide smile spreading on his features, "hello!" he said politely.
"Hey... how's it going loper?" said another voice.
Zim's antennae twitched, he knew that voice.
Turning around to look at his bed, he saw the picture that sat on his little night table move. The picture of his friends was moving around. Tak was smiling, Tenn was giggling and Skoodge was waving.
"Where's your swampers and chook?" asked Skoodge laughing.
"Cripes almighty! How are my best trolls?" cried Zim as he jumped on the bed and picked up the moving picture, "this is totally like a Skype chat!" he exclaimed.
Zim laughed and hugged the picture tightly to his chest, "I can't wait till summer, your both coming right?" He asked looking at the picture, his eyes wide.
"We're already here, Zim" said Tenn.
"Gone to Oregon?" asked Tak punching Skoodge lightly on the shoulder. Skoodge's response was a small shove.
Zim laughed. This was truly a magical wonderland.
"MASTAH!" said a shrill voice.
Zim stopped laughing and turned around to see a small grey robot waving almost frantically at him.
"GIR!" squealed Zim. Gir then pounced on the small irken and enveloped him in a hug.
"I LOVE YOU!" squealed the robot, squeezing Zim's squeedly spooch a little too much.
"AGH! GIR! GET OFF!" pleaded Zim.
The robots cyan eyes suddenly turned red, and saluted, stepping away from its master and then happily giggling to itself.
it was obviously an insane servant.
Zim laughed in amazement. This dream was incredible. Zim couldn't believe it.
"Ah-hem."
Zim turned around to see the Other Mother with a small jar of mud. She opened it and smiled gently at Zim.
"Oh the mud," Said Zim rather nervously.
The Other Mother then helt Zim's hand and applied the sticky, wet substance on his hand.
As soon as she did Zim suddenly felt sleepy.
With a yawn Zim fell on the mattress clutching the picture of his friends and snuggling into Gir.
The little robot giggled uncontrolably.
"shhhhh," said the Other Purple, placing a finger to his lips.
With a small smile the Other Mother pulled the covers and gently tucked Zim in.
The Other Red stroked Zim's bruised cheek, while gently moving Gir so the Other Mother could see Zim's sleeping face.
"See you soon," sang the Other Mother along with the Other Purple and the Other Red as Zim's dream suddenly started to fade.
That morning Zim opened his eyes and yawned stretching. He looked up to see the dragonflies hanging still on the strings above his bed. Zim then looked down at his stuffed robot toy.
Gir.
Zim hugged it lovingly and set it down next to the picture of his friends.
Zim then noticed the little doll that sat quietly on the chair with books.
That doll looked like a miniature replica of Zim. It was creepy.
Zim picked the little doll up, looking into its magenta buttons. He felt like the doll had a small connection to the dreams for some reason.
Was the dram real? Was there such a thing as a wonderland behind the little door?
Zim quirked a hairless brow and scratched the palm of his hand.
…Wait.
Zim gasped as he looked at his palm. The rash was gone.
"It's gone, my poison oak it's gone!" exclaimed Zim with ultimate surprise, quickly he got out of bed and ran down the stairs, his arms extended to his sides.
He was imagining he could fly like the little dragonflies from his dream.
The wonderland was real. It was real and it was all Zim's!
Exited Zim pulled open the door, expecting the colorful hallway to appear before him.
The door had to lead to the wonderland, the dream was too real! Too wonderful!
Zim's smile suddenly disappeared and turned into a disappointed frown.
"Huh," said Zim, reaching out to touch the brick wall in front of him, wishing that the wonderland would be more than a dream.
Zim's antennae suddenly perked up once he heard a kettle whistle from the kitchen.
With a sigh he walked into the kitchen, watching as his real brothers scrambled around aimlessly.
Purple was making coffee, while Red was reading over some papers and eating chocolate rice krispies cereal.
"It was incredibly real Viola," said Zim taking a munch of his chocolate rice krispies cereal and a sip of his orange juice, grimacing a little at the awkward taste and continuing with his story.
"Only you weren't really you. You were my other brother," said Zim while moving his hands around.
Zim was still in his green egyptian pajamas and now had a bandage on his cheek due to the bruise he recieved the other night.
Red applied it carefully, hoping Zim would forgive him.
Zim didn't, before Red could even embrace Zim in a small "I'm sorry" hug, Zim pushed him away.
He was still angry, and what was worse is that instead of listening, they ignored or tried to keep him out of the way.
"Buttons for eyes, huh?" Said Purple, pouring coffee into a mug.
"Zim your only dreamed you ate all that chicken." Said Purple waving his fingers around, "Take your multi vitamin at least." He sighed.
"You were in the dream, too, Merah," said Zim pointing at Red who was giving little attention to his younger brother.
He picked up a mug of coffee and quickly ate his cereal, dropping his papers in the process.
"You had wild looking pajamas and orange monkey slippers," said Zim who was continuing his story, his eyes wide with excitement.
"orange?" exclaimed Red, his antennae perked up, " my monkey slippers are red!" he said raising left leg up high for emphasis, so Zim can see the red flip flop on his foot.
He was trying to make Zim laugh.
It didn't work.
Zim shook his head at his brother.
"Psst. can you get me some of that magic mud you were talking about?" asked Red, "because i have a terrible case of writers rash on my-"
"A-hem!"
Zim and Red both looked over at Purple who was closing the refrigerator.
Red was in a position where his hand was close to his behind. He clenched it after about a second of silence.
"If the real Merah Vasquez wants his papers edited, he better wrap them up ASAP," said Purple sternly while walking away from the refrigerator.
Red obayed and walked out of the kitchen with the most frustrated look on his face.
"Zim, why don't you go visit down stairs? I'm sure those actors would love to hear about your dream," said Purple with a roll of his eyes.
"Miss bitters and Mr. Rankle?"Asked Zim, dropping his spoon into his cereal.
"But you said their dingbats!" he said smacking his forehead for emphasis.
"Mmhmm," Purple gave Zim a look and disappeared into the hall.
Great, now he had to visit the crazy old neighbors from down stairs. Why couldn't he just stay in the incredible dream?
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its 12 am and i am verry tired, i will edit this later. so yeah... yawn...
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