The Sicknes
Part Ten
Dib ran until he came to the oddly shaped house known as Zim's base. He soon slowed to a halt at the front of the yard, anxiously eying the unnatural looking lawn gnomes lined on both sides of the sidewalk that led to the a men's room door. With careful steps Dib made his way toward the house, expecting the robots to spring to life as soon as they sensed he was near. He was slightly confused when the robots continued to sit in their places on the lawn. It was then that he remembered that everything around the base seemed to be turned off and gathered enough courage to walk down the sidewalk as the gnomes continued to sit lifeless on the lawn. Once at the front door, Dib drew in a breath as he reached for the door knob. After doing so, Dib turned it gently before nudging the door open. As he peered inside, the place seemed to have an emptiness to it as he entered the somewhat vacant house. He gazed around the room; his gaze landing on the blank TV screen near the wall where he had last seen Zim's ex-leaders had told Zim his mission was fake. It was also when he had learned that Zim was sick and dying; of which the Tallests had been responsible. Dib stared up at the blank television screen, his worry and regret slowly becoming anger as he clenched his hands into tight fists, his muscles tightening as he took in frustrated breaths.
"I still can't believe they could do that!" Dib shouted suddenly, more of his anger welling up inside him as he brought his leg back and swung it at the bottom of the screen. "Those stupid- OW!" He shouted, grabbing his foot in agony; causing him to fall over.
He clenched his teeth until the pain finally began to ebb away.
"Okay... That was really stupid." Dib murmured as he rubbed his foot, still in a bit of pain. After a few moments, Dib rose to his feet again slowly becoming calm again, wincing at the slight pain in his foot. Dib glanced around again before making his way into the kitchen. Being in the base many times before, he knew he could easily find a way into Zim's lab. After a few moments, Dib made his way to the nearby covered trash can; which Dib knew was really an elevator that led down to the secret labs. Taking a moment, the twelve-year-old lifted the lid to the trash can and peered inside.
Under any other circumstances, one would find trash or an empty can; but Dib was a bit shocked to find nothing but darkness within it. Glancing into the dark tunnel that was the elevator shaft, Dib wondered why the elevator platform wasn't present. He slowly began to remember that the power to the base was down; which he wasn't sure why. All he knew was that he needed to find a way down to the underground labs and find what he needed to learn more about the virus and hopefully find a cure. Dib stopped at the thought 'Hopefully? Zim's counting on me. I need to find a cure.' The boy glanced down the dark tunnel once more wondering how he would get to the labs if the elevator didn't work.
"I guess I'll have to climb down on my own." Dib said to himself.
He began to climb into the trash elevator shaft, but a sudden noise from behind caught Dib off completely off guard, causing him to yelp in alarm as he spun around sharply to see the little S.I.R. unit standing there. Dib rested himself against trash can, his hand clutching his chest as he took in deep breaths; his eyes wide in shock. Gir giggled.
"Mary funny!" He said, laughing at Dib's expression.
"Gir!" Dib said finally, after catching his breath. "What are you doing here?"
"Getting cupcakes for Master." Gir replied before poking his tongue out with a goofy smile on his face.
Dib sighed as he became calm again.
"Whatcha doooin'?" Gir asked with a goofy smile.
"I'm trying to get down to the labs so I can find a way to help Zim." Dib replied, turning back to the trash can elevator. "Any idea why the elevator doesn't work?" He asked after a moment, turning back around.
"Master turned it off." Gir replied.
"But why?" Dib asked, a bit confused.
"Those meany Tallests were not nice to Master." Gir replied, looking sad. "They yelled at him and called him mean names. They made Master sad." Gir continued. "Now he turned everything off because he said it don't matter no more." Dib looked on, the feeling of guilt coming back.
"Gir, I need to get to the lab and find a way to help Zim out." Dib told him.
"Only if you dance with me." Gir said in sing-song with a goofy smile returning to his face.
"Not right now," Dib said firmly. "I need to get down to the lab."
"Do a little dance." Gir said again.
"Gir! I don't have time for this!" Dib told him, becoming impatient.
"Daaance." Gir aid again, a small pair of speakers coming out speakers from his head, playing some music and soon began to dance to it.
"Gir! Stop it!" Dib cried out, covering his ears to block out the music.
After a few more moments, Dib finally gave up and grudgingly began to dance to the music.
"Yay!" Gir cheered as he saw Dib dancing.
"Now help me get to the lab!" Dib nearly yelled, losing his patience.
"Okey-dokey!" Gir screamed before putting the speakers away, activating his rocket feet, and flying toward Dib.
"What're you..?" Dib didn't have time to finish as Gir collided into him and knocked him backward into the trash elevator.
Dib's fearful screams echoed through the dark tunnel as he and Gir fell down the elevator. Dib landed with a thump on the bottom of the shaft with a 'Ugh!' as the air rushed out of him. Gir; who was now sitting on Dib's back soon got off and let out a happy squeal.
"That was fun!" He cheered as Dib stiffly staggered to his hands and knees before standing up and dusting himself off.
Dib glanced around. The room they had entered was nearly pitch black, save for the light that illuminated from Gir's cyan eyes. Even with the difficulty to see, Dib still knew he was in the underground labs.
Sooo... Here's part ten :) I want to say that I kinda wanted a little bit of humor in the story :D At least for this part ^^; Also this part was kinda rushed ^^;^^; But I hope you still like it anyways :) More will come soon :D:D Please R&R. Thanks :D