Disclaimer: I own nothing from Invader Zim. (I asked. They said no.)
A/N: Hello, and welcome to the third chapter of this story. And, ah…..I know it's a little late, (I don't want to make a habit of taking so long to upload these chapters) but school's started, and it was a might bit difficult to write this chapter, because it gets kinda intense. You know if you've read the previous chapters, Zim is out for blood right now. And, if you would be so kind, review! So, with that out of the way, please enjoy this fanfiction….chapter….thing.
Chapter 3
Gir would say he had a strange sense of foreboding, if his vocabulary had been large enough to include said word. No, instead he classified it as another 'weird feeling,' only it felt bad instead of good. Why this was, he had no clue, but did find himself to be looking at the door every so often.
He looked at Mimi. She seemed to not have the feeling he did. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying the current movie.
'Well….' Gir thought, 'If Mimi isn't worried, I shouldn't be either.' So Gir was paying attention to the movie.
It was at that moment the door opened.
Both Gir and Mimi turned their heads to look at the cause of the open door.
And there stood Zim.
Gir's expression was that of surprise.
Mimi's expression was comprised of shocked fear.
Zim's was of pure rage. "Gir." Zim mumbled. "Why. Is. That. Here." Zim asked slowly.
Gir found himself at a loss for words. "Um….um….I…"
Before Gir was finished, without warning Zim pulled a device from his pack, firing at Mimi, electric coils wrapping around the SIR when it made impact. This device was an E.D.D, meaning Electronic Disabling Device. It was used to make any machine unable to do anything, almost like shutting down, but leaving the victim aware. Almost akin to a strait jacket for humans.
Mimi fell to the floor, not expecting such an unannounced attack. Gir quickly went over to her, unable to do anything for her; otherwise he too would be incapacitated.
"Gir, get out of the way." Zim demanded, Gir currently positioned between Zim and Mimi.
"But….. Mimi….she's my best friend." Gir protested, looking hopelessly down at her. Mimi wanted to respond, but the E.D.D. even disabled her vocal functions.
"Gir. I won't ask again. GET OUT OF THE WAY!" Zim yelled, stepping closer.
"No…" Gir said, barely audible.
"What?" Zim said, thinking he had heard wrong. Did Gir just defy him?
"I promised….that I would protect Mimi…." Gir revealed, standing and turning to look at his 'master.' "So, if you want to kill her….I will stop you, Zim." Gir announced, turning red and getting into a combat stance.
'Gir!' Mimi thought, 'What are you doing!' She looked on, completely helpless.
"Well….if that's the way you want it." Zim replied, spider legs extending from his PAK and raising him off the ground. "Then I will disable you, and finish that 'Mimi' you like so much. I will not have spies in my base!" Zim finished, lunging at Gir.
Gir quickly dodged to the side, a laser rifle extending from his head compartment to take aim, firing shortly after.
Zim sidestepped the blast, *KZZZZZT!* the laser impacted the wall, the material melting under the superheated projectile. "So NOW you decide to apply yourself!" Zim asked, eyes filled with anger, "For this enemy robot no less?" Zim threw a shock grenade to the floor near Gir.
Tendrils of electricity shot out from the ball immediately after, Gir jetting to the ceiling to avoid being hit. "I won't let you hurt Mimi!" Gir declared, his small hands reshaping to create three extremely sharp fingers on each hand, electricity crackling between them.
"Hmph. Computer." Zim called, not removing his eyes from his opponent.
"Yeah?" The computer replied, sounding slightly amused, most likely from the fight.
"Destroy Mimi and disable Gir." Zim commanded, awaiting the computer's action.
Nothing happened.
"Computer? What is…." Zim began.
"Sorry. I can't." the computer replied, not actually sounding 'sorry' at all.
"Why not!" Zim whined, annoyed.
"I dunno. Just can't. Better look behind you." The computer answered.
Zim turned, only to be launched across the room as Gir discharged a blast directly in front of the irken's face.
'Well, I guess I did help, indirectly…..' Mimi thought to herself. After all, she did change the computer's brain so that it wouldn't attack either Gir or herself.
Zim sat in shock for a moment, utterly surprised Gir had actually punched him. He quickly regained his composure, however, and stood up, staring at Gir with a cold glare. "So Gir, you truly are serious about this…."
"Yes." Gir answered simply, once again hurling himself at Zim.
This time, Zim was completely focused on Gir. He tapped a button on his sleeve, a large metal hand encasing his own hand, and proceeding to swipe at Gir, knocking him aside and against a wall. "Come on Gir, it's useless." Zim turned to where Gir had fallen. "I am the invader here. A minion cannot defeat his master. It's that simple! Here's your last chance. Stand down, so I may dismantle the spy uninterrupted." Zim looked at the malfunctioning bot expectantly.
"No…I promised her!" Gir yelled, jumping up, jetting to Zim in no time and unleashing a laser cannon on the irken at point blank.
However, Zim had been prepared, his PAK extending two small spikes to either side of him, activating a shield, the cannon's blast redirected around the blue shield. The shield then blasted outwards, throwing Gir back once more.
Zim didn't have time to gloat as Gir's arms shot into the ground, emerging on either side of Zim, in an attempt to sandwich him. Zim quickly batted one arm away with his mechanical fist, dodging the other and extending his spider legs from his PAK again, covering the distance to Gir quickly.
Gir's arms had come back to him at this point, and he switched out his claws for saw blades, spinning to cut off all of Zim's spider legs. This proved successful, but Zim fell right toward Gir, swinging his fist at the SIR. With insufficient time to react, Gir received a devastating blow to the chest, a metallic clash going off, even as Gir flew to the wall at a tremendous speed, hitting the surface so hard he hung there for a moment before falling to the floor.
"Hmph." Zim grunted, looking down at Gir disapprovingly. "You see? That's all that came of you defying your master. Nothing." Zim turned, walking towards Mimi.
'GIR!' Mimi thought, still unable to talk. 'WHY DID YOU DO ALL THAT?' She mentally asked, torn from seeing Gir so badly hurt. She then noticed Zim standing above her. 'So this is it….' She thought, looking at Gir one last time….
….and very surprised to see him trying to get up.
"No…." Gir mumbled.
Zim spun around, eyes widening at the sight before him.
Gir had managed to put himself in an unstable standing position. Though, anyone with half a brain could tell the small robot was horribly damaged. His body component had a large indentation in it, the place where Zim's fist had impacted, with a few stray wires coming out of the cracks, sparking on occasion. The other obvious thing was that one of his optics had been shattered, the glass missing with only small jagged portions left, now only one glowing blue eye remaining. Of course, there was other less noticeable but still relevant signs of damage along Gir's frame, such as small indentations or cracks. Who knew how ugly the damage was on the inside of the bot?
"I won't….can't….let you hurt Mimi!" Gir tried to dash toward Zim, but only got a few feet before falling to the floor, more glass from his already damaged eye shattering.
Mimi continued looking at Gir in torturous despair. 'GIR! Why…?' She then noticed that fluid was coming out of her optics. 'Crying…? Why am I…?' She never finished the thought as her mind cried in agony, unable to voice it physically.
Zim looked down at Gir, utterly and completely shocked. "Gir…..what…." Zim trailed off, at a loss for words.
Gir tried to get up again, attempting to push himself up with his arms. Unfortunately, they failed him as he slammed to the floor again, his limit reached. "NO!" Gir cried, even as tears started to fall.
He looked up at Zim.
Zim looked down at him, without a clue as to what to do. Gir had never been like this….it simply wasn't him. But here he was.
"I HATE YOU!" Gir yelled, fresh tears streaming down the SIR's face.
Zim recoiled. "Wha…?" Zim mumbled unable to even finish the word. 'Gir….hates me….?' Zim thought to himself. Gir had always been there. Even if he had been an incompetent fool, the little robot always stood by him through thick and thin. As his….only friend. The irken continued to stare at Gir, numb.
"WHY!" Gir yelled, "Why….why would you hurt her?" Gir continued crying as he looked at his master.
"She's….." Zim mumbled, realizing he had no other answer other than Mimi's being a spy, which, thinking about it, was only speculation. "…." Zim was quiet.
"I guess I really was just a minion to you…a tool….." Gir said, quieter.
"Gir….I…" Zim started.
"I don't get it…." Gir mumbled, shaking his head, "I always tried to help you…..I know, maybe I wasn't very good at it, but, I….I did try…." Gir looked down hopelessly, his happiness gone due to the situation.
'Gir…' Mimi thought, wishing she could go comfort him. 'Mission…' Mimi thought, remembering her own. 'No…' She thought, looking at Gir, 'It's not simply a mission anymore. I just wish…..I could continue it.'
"Can't we do what I want? Just this time….." Gir asked, his tone suggesting that he knew his pleas were wasted. Despite that, he continued, "Think about how I feel, okay?"
Zim stared at the robot, not having seen Gir truly sad before. He didn't know how to respond.
"My life is kinda short for a SIR, I know…..but, I feel like Mimi is my first true friend….." Gir tried to wipe away some of the fluid that escaped his optics. He continued, "I wanted to be your friend, master, but all you ever cared about was your stupid mission. You never really thought 'bout how I felt, I know…." Gir paused for a few moments, again wiping his eyes, "So…..Mimi is the only one who ever really cared about me. That's how I feel…"
'Gir…..' Mimi thought, in agony over seeing Gir like this.
"Now….you….you're gonna take her away from me!" Gir exclaimed, barely able to stay online due to his various injuries.
Zim stared at his minion's broken, despairing state, and, finally decided what to do, "…..Well…." Zim mumbled.
"What?" Gir asked, turning his hopeless expression to his 'master.'
"You are…right." Zim said, a painful smile forming on his face.
"Huh?" Gir questioned, confused by Zim's words.
"That's me. Always for the mission, right?" Zim shook his head, "I guess I really never took how you felt into consideration….yet you supported me in every hasty decision I made. No matter the situation, you always followed me through to the end. Assuming pigs weren't involved." Zim laughed dryly. "Now you want me to do just one thing for you. The only thing you have ever truly wanted. So…."
Zim pulled out a remote with a button on it, which was then pressed.
The E.D.D. let go of Mimi. She looked at Zim in disbelief.
"I guess….just this once…..we can do what you want." Zim said looking down to Gir, a small smile on the irken's face.
Just before Gir shut down, he smiled too.
"GIR!" Mimi exclaimed, running past Zim to pick up Gir.
"We'd better get him to a repair chamber." Zim said. "Come this way." He began walking in the direction of the elevator.
Mimi just cradled Gir while looking at Zim distrustfully.
"If we don't go now, he could lose his memories, his 'self' from lack of power. Besides, perhaps you could tell me why you're here while we wait for him to get better?" Zim offered in the nicest way he could.
"….Fine." Mimi answered hesitantly, following Zim to the elevator that would take them to the repair chambers.
Now, Gir was inside a tube-like structure with a see-through top, while Mimi had taken a seat next to the pod so she could see inside. She had been ignoring Zim the entire time, who was standing on the opposite side of the room, leaning against the wall.
Zim decided that he would break the ice. "He'll be fine. We got him in the repair chamber with plenty of time." Mimi just kept looking down at Gir. "So….why ARE you here?" Zim asked, attempting to get a response from the female robot.
Finally, Mimi turned to look at him, "Because." She then turned back to Gir.
"I'm…not sure I understand." Zim said sighing, "Could you specify a bit?" Mimi didn't respond. "ugh….Please?"
"Alright." Mimi complied, shifting her focus to Zim again. "I crashed down to Earth. Why else would I come back? To waste my time on YOU?" Mimi emphasized, pointing a mechanical finger at the irken. "If that's what you think, then let me tell you: don't flatter yourself." Mimi finished, coldly regarding Zim for what he had done to Gir.
"So Tak is here as well?" Zim deduced, beginning to think Mimi really was a spy.
"W-what? No! She's not!" Mimi responded hastily, not wanting to be interpreted as a threat AGAIN.
"Why not? You are here after all. That would most likely mean she is, currently, here." Zim stated, doubting Mimi's innocence.
Mimi knew she had to answer fast to avoid suspicion. So she said the first thing that came to mind. "Ah….um…she blew up!" Mimi said. 'Really? That's the best you could do? He won't buy that!' Mimi mentally berated herself.
"Tak blew up?" Zim said to himself, appearing to be in deep thought.
Mimi prepared to defend herself.
"Ah! I see!" Zim suddenly exclaimed, snapping his fingers.
"Huh?" Mimi mumbled, seeing Zim's smiling face.
"I was firing chickens in my orbital cannon after you left. One of the chickens must have hit the fuel supply of your escape pod, and caused the ship to explode, while Tak exploded in the pilot seat, you must have been wiping grime from the windshields, so the blast simply propelled you across space and back to Earth! And, upon reentry, you landed on some meat slabs, breaking your fall and causing no harm to you. Of course!" Zim concluded, a smug look of accomplishment on his face.
Mimi simply stared at him, astonished.
"I am correct, am I not?" Zim asked, looking back at Mimi.
"Uh, yeah! Totally!" Mimi confirmed, deciding to go with what works.
"I have one more question. Why did you come here?" Zim inquired.
"Well, because going to the nearest human's house would be a better idea, wouldn't it?" Mimi asked sarcastically, staring at Zim like he was stupid.
"I suppose not." Zim replied, completely missing the robot's sarcasm.
Mimi shook her head at his idiocy, then went back to watching Gir. She was surprised to see he appeared to be repaired. A beeping noise sounded from the capsule, startling Mimi.
"What the….what is that?" Mimi asked, pointing to a flashing green light, which had previously been a steady red color.
"Ah." Zim walked over to the pod, his fingers rapidly pressing buttons on an interface. "That means the repairs are complete. Good…." He trailed off, slightly worried how Gir would react to him after what he'd done.
"There." Zim announced, indicating that whatever he was doing was done. The glass door on the tube lifted up, allowing the occupant of the machine to get out.
Gir proceeded to do just that, vaulting over the side of the machine, making a metallic clang as his feet hit the floor. Gir looked at Zim with an unreadable expression.
Zim, under Gir's gaze, felt the need to apologize for his actions. "Um….Gir." Zim started, getting his thoughts together.
Mimi looked at Zim and Gir, curious as to how Gir would react.
Zim continued, "I'm…..sorry…." Zim tested the word, never really having used it, "about what I did. I realize that I might have jumped to conclusions a little too quickly. I tried to hurt someone close to you, apparently…." Zim was still getting used to just how much Gir cared for the female robot. "I regret what I did. And I'll be sure not to let it happen again." Zim finished, waiting for his minion's response.
The seconds ticked by. Gir continued to stare at Zim.
Zim fidgeted, not knowing how to deal with this. "So do you-"
Zim never finished his sentence as Gir launched himself directly at the irken's head, latching on while letting out a joyous cry.
"WEEEEE!" Gir screeched as Zim started running about the room.
"GAH! GIR! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Zim yelled as he tried to pry Gir off his head. "LEAVE MY HEAD IMMEDIATELY!" Zim demanded.
Zim and Gir struggled while Zim ran laps around the room. Mimi sidestepped Zim as he barreled past her in a frenzy, still attempting to get Gir off. Finally, after an excessive amount of effort, Zim removed Gir from his head. "Gir! What was that for?" He looked at Gir in slight annoyance.
"I forgive you, master!" Gir said with a wide smile on his face.
"Oh….well…." Zim said, not expecting Gir to be so forgiving. "Ah….Good, then." Zim finished, gaining a small smile. "So, you're not mad or anything?" Zim asked, just to be sure.
"No….why would I be mad?" Gir retorted, a confused expression on his face.
"Because, of the whole me fighting you event?" Zim clarified, not believing Gir had forgotten. "That, and me threatening Mimi?"
"Ooooooh yeeeaaah!" Gir responded, "its okay!"
"Really? That's it?" Zim asked, surprised, "You're not even….upset?"
Gir looked slightly annoyed, "I already said its okay! It's not like you did hurt Mimi." He smiled at Zim again.
"But….what if I did?" Zim asked, curious.
"But ya' didn't!" Gir retaliated.
"What if I did?"
"You didn't!"
"What if I did?"
"Buuuuut you didn't!"
"Ugh! FINE!" Zim stopped the exchange, realizing that getting Gir to answer his question would undoubtedly end fruitlessly.
"Hey master!" Gir exclaimed.
Zim turned to Gir, "Yes?"
"We're friends, right?" Gir asked, happily smiling at his master.
Zim smiled, "Yeah, Gir, we're friends." He said, patting the bot's head. 'Did I really just say that?' He thought to himself, surprised at the change of just a few hours.
"Soooo…that's it?" Both Gir and Zim turned to look at Mimi, who had voiced the question.
"What's it?" Zim and Gir questioned in unison.
"After all that happened, a quick apology is all that's needed?" Mimi asked.
"Yep!" Gir announced, still smiling.
"Well….." Mimi sighed, "Okay, then. Gir, what do you wanna do now?" Mimi queried, walking to the robot, hugging him and looking at him expectantly.
"Wait, hold on a second." Zim said looking at Mimi.
"Yes?" She replied, turning to Zim with a passive expression on her face.
"Are we okay?" Zim asked. Mimi stared at him. "No hard feelings? Do we have a peaceful tolerance?" He continued, trying to keep Mimi from despising him.
Mimi scrutinized him for a few seconds. She let out a heavy sigh. "Fine. I guess. I suppose if we started out fresh, it would be better than burning holes through your heavily armored skull via glaring. That, and Gir would be sad if I poisoned you in your sleep. So yeah." She finished, holding out her hand to shake.
"Um….good." Zim shook Mimi's hand, cementing their peace agreement.
"YAY!" Gir screeched, both Zim and Mimi flinching at the volume of the aforementioned screech. "Now we can all be bestest friends! We can eat breakfast together! Oooo! And lunch! And dinner! I'ma make movie nights! We can all have a slumber party! Gir rambled, enthusiastic about how well everything turned out.
"Gir, we all live in the same house! What's the point of a 'slumber party'!" Zim asked, a confused tone in his voice at the words 'slumber party'. "What is a slumber party?" Zim mumbled to himself, making a mental note to ask the computer about the meaning later.
"PILLOW FIGHTS!" Gir replied loudly, clapping his hands together.
"Why wou-" Zim started, only to be abruptly cut off as Gir hit him in the face with a pillow.
Hard.
"I gotcha!" Gir declared, pointing a finger at the downed irken.
"FINE! Prepare to be vanquished!" Zim said, rising dramatically, even as a pillow fell from the ceiling into the invader's awaiting hand. "EN GARDE!" Zim warned, brandishing his fluffy weapon.
"I'LL BE BACK!….wait, no…." Gir realized he quoted the wrong movie. "Oh well! ATTACK!" Gir ran to Zim, their weapons clashing in a tremendous cloud of fluff.
Mimi watched the scene, holding back her laughter at the pair's antics. She had to admit, this assignment was her most enjoyable by far. "I'll just be watching TV, alright?" She said walking off while waving a goodbye. Zim and Gir continued their overly-dramatic fight.
"Hey!" Red yelled to a passing service drone, "Get me a soda, alright?" Red requested, turning back to the game he and Purple were playing.
"Do you have any sixes?" Purple asked with a slightly panicked tone, sweat rolling down his face.
"No." Red replied while sipping from his soda. "Go fish." Purple picked up the card, leaving none left on the table. One card in Red's hand, the rest in Purple's. "I'll pass on my turn. Do you have any sixes?"
"…..Yes." Purple said.
"Go fish." Red commanded.
"There's no cards left!" Purple exclaimed in annoyance.
Red put another deck of cards on the table. "Go fish."
"No! I've guessed every single card! What is in your hand?" Purple shouted.
"This Monopoly chance card." Red showed Purple the offending item.
"You can't use that!" Purple declared.
"And why is that?" Red asked, looking at his partner in tallness.
"You're not allowed to!" Purple said, crossing his arms. "It's the rules!"
"Oh yeah?" Red challenged, "Do the rules SAY I can't use this Monopoly chance card? Huh? Do they?" Red asked.
"…No." Purple admitted, staring at the rulebook.
"There you have it!" Red announced throwing his card on the table. "I win!"
Purple grumbled to himself. "Wait, you weren't allowed to skip turns!"
Red would have responded if someone else hadn't spoken first.
"My tallest!" A drone grabbed their attention. "Transmission from Earth."
"Zim…" Both Tallest stated with a less than enthused tone.
The giant screen that resided in the Massive's bridge powered on, revealing none other than, Zim.
"What is it, Zim?" Red asked with a bored expression, while Purple stared at Zim with an identical expression.
"My Tallest!" Zim greeted, following with a slight bow, "I realized that it has been sometime since my last call, and I knew I must have worried you that something TERRIBLE had happened to me. But do not fear! For I am okay, as you can see." Zim finished, gesturing to himself.
"Oh, well THAT is JUST FANTASTIC." Purple said sarcastically.
"Indeed it is!" Zim replied, missing the heavily sarcastic tone. It was at this time the Tallest noticed that behind Zim was the malfunctioning SIR they had built for Zim, enthusiastically hugging the SIR Tak had owned, Mimi, whom was looking quite embarrassed from the contact, nonetheless still happy. They opted to ask Zim about the curious scene.
"Zim, why are those two SIRs…hugging?" Red asked. As said before, intimate contact was almost nonexistent to irkens, so seeing two robots CREATED by irkens displaying that very contact was extremely irregular.
"Yeah, why the heck would they be huggin'? Huh? HUH?" Purple added, stuffing popcorn into his mouth at the same time. Red simply gave him an 'Are you stupid?' look.
Zim chose to just respond, "Ah, yes, that. You see, Mimi came into my base looking for a place to stay, and at this point I have allowed such a thing."
"And the hugging?" Red queried.
"Oh. Well, you see they have grown very close, and harbor caring feelings for one another….apparently." Zim said, looking at the scene himself, almost as clueless to intimate actions as the Tallest were. "I believe it is an Earth custom. The intimacy, I mean."
"Hmmm…" Red thought for a moment. "Zim. Isn't Mimi Tak's SIR? What is it doing with you and not Tak?" He asked.
"Ah, as I said before, Mimi came here to find a home. Because Tak exploded in her escape pod within the vacuum of space," Zim explained, "which gave her absolutely no chance of survival." Zim finished with a smile, happy that the irken who attempted to steal his rightful role as the conqueror of Earth would not be a problem.
"Well, that's just peachy Zim." Purple mumbled.
"And it appears we have another call, ssoooooo…..bye!" Red announced, the transmission cutting not even a millisecond after Red had said the word.
Both Tallest let out a sigh of relief at being released from Zim's call.
"Hey…." Purple started, remembering something, "Didn't Tak just call us like, an hour ago? She isn't dead…..I think."
"Now now," Red replied, wiggling his finger at Purple, "no need to tell Zim that! Let's just watch this little predicament play out. It could be interesting!" He finished, a smile forming.
"Sounds like a plan to me!" Purple agreed, gaining a smile of his own.
"One more thing…." Red said, "Where the HECK is that soda I wanted!"
"Gir, why do I HAVE to do this?" Zim asked, even as Gir dragged him to the lab's elevator.
"'Cause then we can all be better friends!" Gir exclaimed, pressing the button in the elevator that would take the duo to surface level.
"Why do we need to be 'better friends' with each other?" Zim whined, referring to himself, Gir and Mimi.
"Because! Mimi doesn't like you that much right now, cause you broke me and tried to kill her." Gir elaborated. "It'll be a bonding time!"
"How does watching a movie bond people together? Care to tell me?" Zim asked, looking down at Gir expectantly.
"I dunno." Gir replied with a shrug, followed by Zim face palming due to Gir's logic…..or at least the closest thing Gir had to logic.
It was at this time a beep resounded in the elevator, signaling their arrival to the desired floor. The sliding doors opened to reveal Zim's kitchen. Gir bounded out from the elevator into the living room followed by a reluctant Zim.
"Heeeeey Mimi!" Gir greeted, spotting Mimi with a bunch of medium sized piles around her, consisting of DVDs. "Weren't you gonna watch a movie?" Gir asked, having expected her to have started one by now.
"That was my original plan, yes…." Mimi responded, "But I didn't expect to have such a large selection! There's so many types!" Mimi explained, extending her arms to either side of her, indicating to the assorted piles. "Should I choose this action movie? Or this sci-fi movie? Or this sci-fi/action movie?"
"I'll help you choose one!" Gir declared, shoving his hand into a pile, and immediately pulling it out, a DVD clenched in his metal hand. "We can watch this one!" Gir said, walking to the DVD player and inserting the disc.
Mimi looked slightly annoyed, "That's all I needed to do? After all my careful deductions and consideration of each movie, you just choose one at random?"
"Now it'll be a surprise!" Gir said, looking to Mimi with a wide smile.
"Right….." Mimi replied, slumping slightly in defeat.
Zim walked into the room then, looking at Gir and Mimi once before seating himself at the couch. "So, what movie are we watching?" Zim asked, obviously unenthused about the whole event.
"I dunno, but it'll be fun!" Gir exclaimed hopping on the couch. "Mimi, sit next to me!"
"It's not like I was going to sit next to Zim." Mimi said, seating herself next to Gir.
"WHAT!" Zim exclaimed, looking past Gir to Mimi. "I AM THE ALMIGHTY ZIM! Anyone would be honored to sit next to Zim!" he finished, once again looking smug.
"Not me." Mimi said, glancing at him. "I like Gir a lot more anyway." She said, scooting over to the bot and proceeding to hug him, emphasizing her point.
"Yay!" Gir shouted, hugging Mimi straight back.
Zim shook his head at the pair's intimacy. "No matter. Let's just finish this visual….thing." he said, turning on the player. Truth be told, Zim was slightly curious about their actions. But that was only because he was in a 'relationship' with the Gaz-human. 'That's all. Just for the benefit of the mission.' The irken thought.
Meanwhile, at the Membrane household….
"Um…I think I'll go with B7." Dib said uncertainly, currently playing a game of Battleship with Tak's ship, which he named the Dibship.
"That's a miss…." The electronic voice of the Dibship responded in a hopeless tone, looking as sad as a ship could.
There was a minute of silence.
And another minute of silence.
And yet another minute of none other than silence.
"Are you going to take your turn anytime soon?" Dib asked, slightly annoyed.
"Oh….what's the point?" the Dibship responded, turning his windshield away from Dib. You see, Dib had downloaded his personality into the Dibship to get rid of Tak's personality. Dib had assumed he would be able to talk to a replica of himself, with the same thoughts, ideals, and goals as him. However, his plan had not gone completely wrong, as Tak was now no longer influencing the ship, but the Dibship had realized how much of a loser Dib was and became emo.
"Ugh…Seriously, would you stop moping around? It's really annoying!" Dib said to the ship before walking out of the garage in which the large vehicle was kept.
That's all the treatment the sad ship got, nothing but criticism and annoyance from the 'real' Dib. Well, maybe it was time to change for the better. "But I can't change while I'm Dib." The Dibship mused to itself before grabbing Dib's computer to see what useful files it might hold.
"Let's see….this looks promising." The Dibship decided, clicking on a file labeled 'Prof. M.'
"Man, that machine is frustrating!" Dib said after closing the door, now in the kitchen.
Gaz looked at him from where she was sitting, multitasking with eating and playing her Gameslave. She offered him two words of acknowledgement. "Shut up."
Dib looked to his little sister. "Oh, hey Gaz. I didn't notice you there."
"Does that mean you're gonna talk to me?" Gaz asked, not expecting anything else.
"That ship is so annoying with its attitude, don't you think?" Dib asked, ignoring what she said, as usual.
"I don't talk to it. I try and stay away from you and your stupid projects." Gaz said, attempting to end the conversation quickly.
"Really, I thought it would act like me once I uploaded my personality, but I guess our bodies were too…..different." the paranormal investigator decided.
Gaz looked slightly surprised. "You thought it wouldn't act weird? I mean….you used your personality. Probably the worst choice you could've made. Offence intended."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Dib asked, sounding hurt.
"It's SUPPOSED to mean exactly what I said." Gaz snapped back. "Now you and your huge head leave me alone." The girl finished, leaving to go watch TV, or at least get away from Dib.
"MY HEAD IS NOT BIG!" Dib yelled at his sister's retreating form.
"No, it's not big….I said it's huge, remember?" Gaz said over her shoulder, disappearing into the other room.
Back at the weird green home…..
"That was not possible." Zim said for the tenth time after watching the movie, crossing his arms.
Currently, Mimi and Zim were sitting at the kitchen table waiting for Gir to finish the food required in order for the feeding most refer to as 'dinner' to start.
"Zim, it was just a movie." Mimi said, exasperated.
"Oh no." Zim countered, shifting his gaze from the center of the table to the purple eyed robot. "That was simply not acceptable. Humans wouldn't be able to beat aliens in a zikwabillion years!"
"Is that even a real number?" Mimi asked.
Zim's eyes looked at Mimi suspiciously. "….Yes."
"No its not."
"Argh! Why do you ask if you already know?" Zim exclaimed.
"To show you just how stupid you are." Mimi pointed a metal finger at the irken.
Zim was about to respond before Gir interjected. "HEY! Dinner's reeeeeaaady!" With that, Gir dropped everything on the table with a clang.
"What did you make this time?" Zim asked, already guessing what it might be.
"I made some waffles an' some tacos!" Gir announced, pointing to each of the two types of food.
"I was expecting that." Zim said, taking a bite from his waffle.
"You were expecting it?" Mimi queried, eating a taco.
"Well, Gir doesn't have much variety in food." Zim explained, "Some of the only things he eats are pizza, tacos, taquitos, and waffles. I can't think of much else."
"Gir, haven't you ever thought to try learning how to make other foods?" Mimi asked Gir, whom was currently stuffing his face.
"Um…" Gir thought for a moment, "No."
"For someone who likes food so much, I figured you would try to make more." Mimi said.
"The foods I make now I like a lot, so I don't need to make others!" Gir explained, stuffing a full taco into his mouth.
"Well…..I think I'll try to make other foods. It could be fun!" Mimi decided, smiling.
"Tell me if you find anything like waffles. Anything else appears to be poisonous…" Zim said, narrowing his eyes at the tacos. "Is there any soap in this?" Zim asked Gir, so used to the slight bit of it he would normally taste in the waffles.
"Nope! I learned how to make it the right way!" Gir revealed smiling at Mimi, who smiled right back.
Zim looked between the two. "Oh." The irken idly wondered if he had accidentally poisoned himself because of the lack of that cleaning product.
The door to Gir's room opened and soon closed as Gir and Mimi entered.
"Ah! Thanks for making dinner tonight, Gir." Mimi said, jumping up to sit on the bed.
"No problem!" Gir replied, moving to sit next to Mimi.
"Today was pretty crazy, huh?" Mimi asked, looking up at the ceiling.
"Yeah….but, it was a good day, anyway." Gir said.
"Hm?" Mimi mumbled, looking to Gir.
"I know today was hard for you, with the fight thing, but now we're all friends." Gir smiled at her, "And now you'll be safe here."
"Yeah, I guess I will…." Mimi said, "But to be honest, I was really worried about you, when you were damaged." She laughed, "I guess we can just worry about each other for each other."
"Yeah." Gir said, both of them smiling widely, "That sounds good!"
"Anyway, it's late, and I feel exhausted!" Mimi exclaimed. "How about we go ahead and get some sleep?"
"Ok!" Gir responded, immediately turning off the lights and diving under the bed covers, patting the area next to him.
Mimi got under the covers next to the malfunctioning SIR, "Good night Gir." Mimi said before she shut down.
"Good night, Mimi." Gir replied before shutting down as well.
And with that, the two had finished another long, but good, day.
A/N: SIRs cry too! Gir does it all the time in the show! Right then, that wraps up this chapter! So, please review and what not, feedback is always appreciated, and I'll make a barbeque party with flames. Until next time!
This is Kirbboy, over and out!