A/N: I'm tired. So yeah, just wanted to get something writen, so I sat down and did it. Dead tired, haven't slept in about four days now. -.- want to sleep... sleeeeep.
Anyway, here is the next chapter to Best Enemies. Hope you like.
Invader Zim (c) Jhonen Vasquez
Best Enemies
Chapter 3: Just a Loop
The rest of the journey towards their destination, Zim was on constant edge. He figured, that The Dib would be around any possibly corner, waiting to snatch the draining device from his PAK. Force it from him, and run off with it to destroy it.
Every corner.
Every corner Zim pushed himself against the nearest building, and poked an eye around it, making sure The Dib wasn't there.
Every single corner.
Every corner, Zim got more tired, and more tired of doing this, until he just lazily peaked around one.
Every corner.
After a while, Zim stopped caring whether or not The Dib was around it, and just continued to walk. GIR however, kept up the game of peaking and continued to do so. Humming his own little spy theme to himself, and jumping around corners, tumbling as he landed. Falling behind as he did so, but he would merely run to the next corner ahead of Zim, and do it again.
Zim however, did not keep up the enthusiasm. And soon, the Irken's steps got shorter, his legs didn't kick out in a march and he got lazy. And soon after that, the Irken slouched, and the heels of his boots started to drag on the concrete.
Zim was soon falling behind GIR.
"What is wrong with me!?" Zim finally exclaimed, mostly to no one and he picked himself up, standing straighter, "Without the filthy Earth beast in my way, I will easily destroy these hyumans no problem!"
"Where're we goin'!?" GIR suddenly yelled in response to hearing his master speak… finally.
"GIR, we are still going to the same place." Zim replied, starting to walk quickly again, lifting his feet off the pavement and standing up straight, "It will be so easy! So very easy! No more of The Dib to foil my plans! The Earth will soon be mine."
Excited with this new revelation, Zim picked up his pace, and soon, was running to get to the outskirts of the city, and to the place where he could put the draining device.
"The Daaaaaaam." GIR stretched out the word, and he tilted his head a bit as he read the sign, "What's a dam?""A Dam, GIR, is where the filthy hyumans clean their poisonous water or collect it… or something like that." Zim said quickly, uninterested, looking across the very large cannon the dam created when it was built. Small, tubes stuck out of the one side and water spilled out. Not nearly enough to replenish the cannon, but enough to keep the now tiny river flowing.
"Oh… but why we here!?" GIR exclaimed, following Zim to the edge of the cannon.
"GIR, I found out that hyumans can't survive without this burning stuff," Zim explained as he stared down into the cannon, "They need it to sustain themselves. Pathetic!"
"Oh…" GIR breathed, looking over the edge as well.
"And once I drain all their wa-ter from this dam, they will all DIE!" Zim exclaimed, grabbing the draining device from his PAK and holding it above his head. "Nobody will stop me this time, the Dib has given up! Zim is victorious!"
"Yay!" GIR clapped his little paws together happily.
"No, GIR, that's - wait… yes GIR, that's good." Zim muttered, letting his arms fall back down, holding the draining device in front of him.
"YAY!" GIR repeated, slightly more louder this time.
The two where silent for a bit, and Zim peered around. This was usually the time when The Dib would spring out and try to foil his plans. Zim waited. Knowing that this plan was sure to work, he wanted the Dib-stink to be here to witness. To watch, powerless as Zim drained all of this filthy city's water supply.
Zim waited.
And waited.
And waited some more.
The only sounds to reach his covered antennae where those of distant cars, or various Earth-beasts in the trees.
Zim heard nothing of the Dib hyuman. No awkward sounds of tumbling through the bushes. Nothing.
"What are we doing?" GIR asked, breaking the silence and looking at the Invader, who was now sitting on the grass, rolling the draining device back and forth between his gloved hands.
"You know, GIR," Zim started, continuing to roll the draining device, "Without The Dib here, witnessing the amazing-ness of Zim…"
Zim couldn't explain it. He had been so eager, so ready to finally get one step closer to destroying this disgusting filth ball of a planet. And now, ever since The Dib renounced his studies of the paranormal - which meant following Zim around like the alien was about to implode or something - Zim didn't feel it in him to continue.
The thought of destroying the world, unopposed was very, very appealing to Zim. But then, there would be no one to spread the word of what Zim was doing. No one to get the Earth-pigs to find fear before their destruction. And oh, how Zim wanted the last moments of the hyumans pathetic lives to be in fear and terror.
Zim sighed heavily and stood up, placing the draining device back into his PAK. "Come GIR," He looked down at the robot, running in a circle throughout the long grass, effectively creating a path to where he was running.
"Look master! I made a crop circle!" GIR laughed, jumping out of the continuous loop he had created. It went on forever. It started, and never ended. It was just a loop.
A/N: NO! It's not going to be a ZADR of any kind. No no no no no, if that is what is going through your head.
No.
No.
No.
Zim just enjoyes the thrill of possibly destroying the world with an audience who actually understands what is going on. Even if the audience is only comprised of one person named Dib.
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