Chapter 9: A little peak, A lot of trouble
Gaz turned cautiously to see a dark blue cat glare at her, she did the same. She remembered that cat from all those years ago, to her literally about one ago. The other Irken… 'Tak' she remembered. 'This cat is Tak's sir unit's disguise.' They continued this way hill there was a cry. "MIMI!" yelled the ever-horrible squeal of an annoying little robot. The female sir unit removed it's disguise and was on Gir in a heartbeat, eyes red.
"What do you want defect?" Mimi stated stoically. "awww, your cute when you're angry." Gir said smiling. Gaz left the room when she saw Mimi's metallic fist raised. From her room she heard a loud bang, metal on metal… 'ouch…' she thought, then she heard Gir laugh so she just smiled. 'Crazy Robot.' Sitting on her bed she heard a scream with another bang. A blue book flew into her room as mixtures of Gir's screaming and laughter continued.
She picked up the book, the cover had an Irken symbol on it…Zim's.
She opened to the first log.
May 3rd
I have trapped the Dib-monkey; he tried to stop me from claiming Earth for the final time, failing of course… Then Gaz came to him, he was missing a stupid family thing, she was only there for him. I could think of no better time than right then to capture my beauty. I sent the computer to her detainment. When she was properly put in the A.S.M and the Dib with Gir I contacted the Tallest.
May 5th
The Dib has escaped from his holdings with Gir, He'll die when the armada comes in a week or so anyway, shame his corpse cannot be displayed as monument of my amazing conquest… but his sister is the perfect prize… she sleeps soundly
May 18th
The tallest, as well as the rest of my race, realize my amazing superiority! They've given me full control over as the very tallest… however, I have mostly what I want here, so I'll keep my rule from Earth and I've left other matters to remain my second in command, Red and Purple's duties… I will not tell them of Little Gaz… I've noticed both of their interest in her… she is facing opposite the window in her peaceful sleep today sadly, she looks so beautiful.
June 6th
'That was a week ago!' Gaz thought.
The little Gaz has finally awoken from her 40 year sleep… as furious as ever…I missed her voice, she was not thrilled to see me however… The malice when I assigned her to serve me. I had to laugh. She and I have aged so much and yet it feels as though nothing has changed… I must alter that.
June 7th
The ever mocking Gaz was reluctant in excepting orders… After issuing her punishment I felt I upset her so I thought now would be a good time to show her just how much she was missed… she was stunned though… It was foolish I know, so I left her alone… It was NOT enough for me though.
June 8th
I continued my daily ritual till the continuous plaguing of my thoughts willed me to my grounded servant. I frightened and upset her at first, expected of course… but then she questioned me! ME! She was curious of her preserved Game Slave 2 I kept for her. I wasn't looking forward to her ignoring me again through it though… but it made her happy. I learned of her hair and parental blunders. I felt some remorse… only for her would I ever show any emotion… weakness or not, all bow all the same.
June 9th
The day had started out excruciatingly boring, I started to think of my…favorite… Earth book, pitifully dirty, but to my taste, then the page she found book-marked… Then her, my little Gaz. I had to see her. When I went to her room, Gir sat there, oblivious as always, watching an Irken weaponry channel, nice plasma cannons for $29.95 in sale. She, however, was vacant from the room! All I could think was 'That little'… she escaped through the hole Gir burned under her bed! I quickly repaired the damage and meant out after her. She wasn't hard to find. She slammed into my chest and stumbled back, dazed. I took her confusion as a chance to step around, behind her. My sweet, confused Gaz outstretched her arm in search; I took the chance to restrain her, making my way back to her room. I could only think of a punishment to upset her. I made it so the utterance of her name, besides Gir and myself, is grounds for death. She, as expected, was mift. I told her to call me master then, she foolishly refused. That look she gave me made my squeedily-spooch flutter and I was on her like that. I am probably rushing things but she did seem to ease into the kiss… I was going to show her just how much pleasure comes from obeying me then the… rough side of disobeying me. She moaned, I thought she was anticipating me, then she struck me. I was outraged at her run for the door. When reattained she spat on me… not that I minded… but it was obvious I pushed to far… or maybe not far enough, nevertheless, I took my leave. I'll send Gir to her tomorrow with her chores.
The log ends there. Many blank pages followed.
"Oh that sick son of a… ugh, never mind it!" she said to herself
She picked up the mess made by Gir and Mimi and went to make muffins.
She strolled down the empty corridor to the kitchen, not a single guard… she thought it was weird. She found a weird Irken sign. She couldn't understand it. She peered inside and there was a stove. 'Must be the kitchen.'
She made chocolate chip muffins, of all the things Gir threw into waffles, Zim was fine with chocolate… 'or maybe he just held in the pain to look tough in front of me… or something stupid like that, since when have I cared about what Zim likes… doesn't matter.' Gaz thought putting them into the oven.
She sat there till the muffins were done, the smell was lovely, she loved chocolate. With a ding, she put on three-finger oven mitts… weird, and pulled out the tray. Taking off the oven mitts was a relief on her pointer and middle fingers and ring and pinky fingers after being smashed together.
She put the six muffins on a beautiful plate and made her way to 'his royal douche bag's' library.
When she went in she was surprised it was empty. She looked at her plate after feeling a sudden gust of wind on her neck, only five remained. She turned.
"These are excellent my little Gaz." He said looking down at her. "Glad I could please you, May I go now?!" she asked in an annoyed tone. "NO, I believe I wrote JOIN me for breakfast… come." He walked passed her and sat in his chair. He patted his lap. "You've got to be joking." She growled. "NOW!" he replied sternly.
She reluctantly made her way over, sitting down like his lap were a rotting carcass. "There now." He purred into her ear. She took a muffin, eating it quickly. "These are wonderful, when did you become a great cook." He purred. "When my father decided to ignore our existence, I've had breakfast with now, Now may I go?!" He lightly bit down on her ear lobe, nuzzling it with his lips. "Not until you explain your going through my private journal." She froze.