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Chapter 13 The Mirror.
"Good Kitty" muttered Zim, his body shivering nervously while his antennae bobbed up and down. He couldn't believe what he just saw.
Every thing within the wonderland was a complete lie. Something the Other Mother created just to bring Zim to her, and for what?
Did she really love Zim? or did she want to eat him?
The young Irken shook his head, trying to keep out that thought.
"Nothing's going to happen to you," said Zim to himself. "You'll get out of here, and everything's going to be fine."
Zim, after taking a few deep breaths, turned to look up at the Other Pink Palace. The house that at a time seemed interesting now seemed menacing and dangerous.
What once was a wonderland was now a complete horror.
The young irken shuddered as he walked up the porch steps to the door at the side of the house. Just as he was about to open the door, he froze. The doors to the living room were locked up tight. How was he going to get inside?
Zim's hand fell to his side as he started thinking. His antennae waved simultaneously as he picked up a cane from a small bin by the side of the door, holding a few canes and an umbrella. Once again he reached for the door. The knob was cold to the touch as he turned it and pushed the door in.
All was quiet, empty and deserted.
Dust motes hung in a beam of moonlight, and Zim's steps seemed loud and echoing.
Everything was cold and motionless.
Walking slowly down the hall and to the doors must have been the most uncomfortable, unbearable thing Zim had ever done. He was so scared, and so uncomfortable in the clothes the Other Mother gave him, he even thought of going back upstairs and putting on his own clothes.
But the risk of being caught was too high.
Zim gripped his cane tighter, as much as he didn't want to do this in the Other Mother's clothes, the faster he left this place, the better.
Lifting the cane up like a baseball bat, Zim began to hit the door knobs. After four tries the one of the knobs fell. Luckily it was the knob that held a lock, thinking fast Zim started to hit that part with the end of the cane. Soon enough there was a satisfying-
-CLANK-
The lock had broken. Sighing with relief Zim pulled on one of the doors, the large thing letting out a loud creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaak.
Zim narrowed his eyes as the light showed the little door, slightly open in the darkness. Smiling triumphantly Zim started creeping towards it, as quietly as he could.
Sadly, before Zim could make it halfway through the living room, the armuar suddenly walked over and blocked the door. Zim jumped back as it did so.
Slowly the lights started turning on, showing the living room, or what Zim thought was supposed to be the living room. All the furniture looked like glowing insects with huge button eyes, all of them moving and flapping their wings.
Zim shuddered as the couch, which looked like a huge caterpillar suddenly turned around revealing the Other Mother, smiling gently at Zim.
"Zim, my darling," she said," I thought we could play some games together this morning after breakfast, now that your back from your walk. What would you like to play? Hopscotch? Happy Families? Monopoly? Anything you want until lunch time."
Zim's antennae lowered and pressed themselves against his skull, "I don't want to play with you, and It's always night time here," he said.
The Other Mother shook her head, very slowly. "Sharper than a serpent's tooth," she said, snapping her fingers, " Is a son's ingratitude."
Zim gasped as he felt himself picked up by one of the insect-like chairs, the door closing behind him. Quickly the creature settled him in front of the Other Mother, the coffee table, which now resembled a light bug, standing in between them.
"Still," continued the Other Mother, smiling at what Zim thought was his horror, "They say even the proudest spirit can be broken with love."
Zim growled as the Other Mother's long fingers waggled and caressed the air.
"I dont have any plans to love you," hissed Zim. "No matter what. You can't make me love you."
The Other Mother paused and cleared her throat, "Lets...talk about it," she sighed, picking up a shopping bag that was sitting under the coffee table. Slowly and carefully she took out a white rustling paper bag from inside of it.
"Of course, chocolate never hurts. Like one?" Offered the Other Mother.
Expecting chocolate, Zim sat up a little to peek into the bag. The bag was half filled with large shiny brown beetles, crawling over each other in efforts to get out of the bag.
Zim shivered in disgust.
"they're cocoa beetles, from Zanzibar," said the Other Mother.
"Uhhh, No thank you." said Zim.
"Suit yourself," said the Other Mother with a shrug. Carefully she picked out a large brown beetle,pulled off its legs, which she dropped, neatly into a big glass ashtray on the small table beside the sofa, and popped the beetle into her mouth. Crunching it happily.
"Yum!" she said, taking another, this time crunching on the head revealing what looked like caramel, but was actually the icky goo inside an insect.
"Ugh," gagged Zim, "You're sick. Sick and evil and weird."
The Other mother swallowed her third beetle, ignoring Zim, "Now, I think you are a little overexcited, Zim. Perhaps this afternoon we could do a little embroidery together, or some watercolor painting. Then dinner and then, if you have been good, you may play with the chicks and jumping mice a little before bed. and then, I shall read you a story and tuck you in, and kiss you good night."
The Other Mother's long fingeres fluttered gently like a tired butterfly. Zim shivered.
"No." he said sternly, glaring up at the Other Mother. "I want to be with my real brothers and neighbors. I want you to let me go!"
The Other Mother sat on the caterpillar sofa, her mouth set in a line; her lips pursed. Slowly she popped another beetle into her mouth and then another., like someone with a bag of potato chips or chocolate-covered raisins. Her button eyes which at a moment had once been blue now turned black. Her antennae slowly started to twist and bend about, as if they were blowing in some wind that Zim could not touch or feel.
They stared at each other for over a minute. The Other Mother sighed again and folded the white paper bag carefully so no beetles could escape, and she placed it back in the shopping bag.
"Manners, Zim! Is that any way to talk to your mother?" she growled, placing her hands on her hips.
"You aren't my MOTHER," said Zim angrily.
The Other Mother gasped, invisible brows suddenly shot up, along with her antennae before they lowered dangerously down to her neck and shoulders.
"Apologize," she said "at once, Zim."
Zim hissed and glared up at the Other Mother.
"No!" he said angrily.
"I'll give you until the count of three," said the Other Mother angrily.
Zim sat back, Ignoring the warning, arms crossed and continued to glare up at the monster impersonating his own mother Miyuki.
The other Mother stood up.
"One."
and up.
"Two."
and up.
Transforming instantly in front of Zim. Her body elongating, growing thin and out of proportion.
It was horrifying to the point where Zim let out a native swear.
"Oh, Dookie," he said.
"THREE!" shouted the Other Mother, taking old of Zim's antennae and hauling him off the insect chair.
"Ow!" cried Zim at the sudden pain shooting through him.
The Other Mother quickly reached into her dress pocket and pulled out, first a silver key which she frowned at and tossed into her shopping bag, then a tiny gold-colored key. She held it up triumphantly. "There we are," she said, marching out of the living room dragging Zim behind her by his antennas.
"what are you doing? Ow! that hurts!" cried Zim as the Other Mother Dragged him away from his only escape and down the hall.
"This is for you, Zim. For your own good. Because I love you. To teach you manners. Manners maykyth man, after all," growled the Other Mother.
"LET. ME. GO!" shouted Zim, writhing around in pain.
The Other Mother ignored his cries and pulled Zim up to the mirror at the end of the hall. Then she pusehed the tiny key into the fabric of the mirror, and she twisted it.
Zim suddenly gasped as he noticed that the mirror only showed his reflection.
"You're not in the mirror!" shouted Zim, painfully.
"Mirrors," said The Other Mother in a displeased tone, "are never to be trusted. There we are."
The Mirror suddenly cleared, revealing a dark space behind it.
The Other Mother picked Zim up and pushed him into the dim space behind the mirror. A fragment of beetle sticking to her lower lip.
Zim hissed angrily as he looked up at the Other Mother.
The Other Mother suddenly pushed her upper half through the mirror as well, going through as if it were nothing but water.
"You may come out when you've learned some manners and when you've learned to be a loving son." she said before disappearing behind the mirror, leaving Zim in the darkness. The glass turning into concrete.
Zim screamed in rage and clawed at the concrete, desperate to get out of whatever she put him into.
Zim HATED this place. He wanted to get out of here. He had to go home.
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