Alright, here;s the second part of tonight's update. I rather liked this chapter. It gets things moving nice and smoothly, mmhm.
I would just like to tell you all now we're close to the end. Very close. And I'm still taking votes for how things should end. So far 'happy ending' is winning so all of those who want a sad ending better get reviewing! Which also means that since they're pulling all the stops you people who want a happy ending better not fall asleep on the jod you hear meh!?
Please note the just a vote does not count as a review and that reviews make me write faster!
Enjoy.
Weeks passed and Dib still couldn't see his mother, Zim still hadn't thought of a way to keep Dib from ageing, meanwhile both were becoming more and more depressed, which was depressing Gir something bad!
"No Gir, I'm not taking you for a walk." Zim said from his position on the couch, surrounded by papers as he tried to work out a certain chemical equation.
The robot in a dog suit's ears drooped and so he took his lead over to Dib and held it up for him to take.
"Not right now, Gir." Dib sighed, watching some cartoon Gir had left on the TV.
The SIR units ears drooped further and he walked off sadly.
"Play wif me!"
"No."
"PLAY WIF MEH!"
"NO!"
"PLAAAAAAAAY WIIIIIIF MEEEEEEEEEE!" Gir cried hysterically, tears pouring out of his eyes as he pounded the floor in a manner similar to that of a spoiled three year old.
Zim sighed, obviously on edge.
"Dib!" He barked, causing the human to jump out of his self placed trance.
"What?" He asked irritably.
"Play with Gir!"
"No!" The human exclaimed, looking at Zim as though he were crazy. "He's your robot you play with him!"
"I'm BUSY." Zim pointed out, motioning to what will one day be a miracle cure.
"Well I'm not playing with him!" Dib said, turning back to the TV.
"You're not doing ANYTHING!" Zim exclaimed, jumping up, finally at wits end with Dib's behavior. "You just SIT there staring at that DAMN TV! I'm sick of it!"
"I'll DO whatever I want!" Dib snapped.
"Without regard for ANYONE else!" Zim yelled, throwing his arms up into the air.
"Why should I care for anyone but myself!?" Dib yelled back, standing up as well. "You only JUST started caring about something other than YOUR self! I've been living my LIFE for people who hate me and hurt me! I'm aloud to be a little selfish!"
"Then what the HELL am I doing!?" Zim asked, knocking a few test tubes over. "You are NOT the Dib I want to spend the rest of my life with! You're a mooching ass-whole!"
"And you're an insensitive BASTARD!" Dib yelled. "The one person that gave my life JOY was just taken away from me for the second time!"
Zim would probably never admit this, but that comment stung something deep.
"I TRIED to be sensitive to that at first! But you won't effing respond! You just sit on your ass and grunt at me like some mindless jerk! I got SICK of trying to cheer you up!"
"STOP FIGHTING!" Gir cried loudly. "STOP FI-I-I-I-IGHTING!"
Both living occupants of the room turned to look at Gir surprised, having forgotten completely about the robot.
They looked back at each other for a moment before turning away angrily.
"I'm going back down to my lab." Zim said, picking up the remaining test tubes and papers and stomping off.
"Good," Dib grumbled, crossing his arms and sitting back down on the couch, not even bothering to pretend to watch TV, just staring at his knees.
A few days later and things still hadn't cooled down. Zim hardly came out of his lab, only doing so to eat which was becoming steadily rarer and Dib never got off of the couch, not even for food, Gir bringing it to him instead.
That's when the phone rang.
Dib looked around for Zim but, seeing as how the alien wasn't coming up to get it, grumbled as he actually had to move to get the phone.
"Hello?"
"DIB!"
Dib flinched back, a look of shock spreading over his face. "Mom?"
"Yeah, the police FINALLY left, said they had a new lead to follow." Dib's mother said happily over the phone.
"That's great!" Dib exclaimed happily.
"There's only one problem though." Dib's mom said, her voice wilting.
"What?" Dib asked worriedly.
"I've seem to come down with something." Her voice cracked little, revealing the illness she was so careful to keep from her voice until now. "I already went to the doctor's and he gave me some medication for it, but it would help so much to see you and Zim."
"Alright!" Dib said excitedly. "We'll be over as soon as possible!"
"Thank you, dear." His mother said before hanging up with a 'see you soon.'
"Zim!" Dib exclaimed happily, taking the lift down to the lab. "The police have left Mom's house, we can go back and she wants us to come now!"
Zim gave a grunt from his spot at his work bench, never taking his eyes off what he was doing. "Too last minute, but you go ahead, you know how to pilot the voot right?" He asked, pulling a few things out of a drawer.
"I… guess." Dib said, scratching the back of his head. He had really hoped Zim would come with him. "I'll… see you later then?"
"Yup." Zim said simply yet uncaringly. He was still mad at Dib for what he'd said a few days ago and probably wouldn't have gone with Dib even if he wasn't in the middle of something.
"Alright," Dib said, backing up and taking the lift back up, this time to the top floor with the two ships.
He climbed into Zim's voot cruiser and expertly piloted it up and out of the house to visit his mother.
Zim heard the ship take off and sighed, suddenly finding himself unable to concentrate. So he put his work on pause, deciding he needed food now anyway and made his way up to the top floor.
He was about to pull the makings of a sandwich out when he heard a knock at the door.
Growling in frustration and say some very unkind things about Dib under his breath he went to answer the door, putting up his human disguise as he went, realizing only too late that not only did he not hear the voot cruiser return but also that Dib didn't need to knock.
OMG A CLIFFY! I wonder what will happen!
Lol, I know, I'm mean and cruel to you all. And I'm sorry for that.
But FYI, a little something about this story.
Updates usually take me a long time because it's hard to figureout what happenes between points a to point b to point c. But we've passed point a a while ago and point b is waving us by and I found a ROAD MAP to help us get to point c, yeah. Which means I have a plan!
OH NOES! MEC WITH A PLAN!? We're all gonna die!