A/N: I know, I know, shhh, it's okay I'm still writing the story. I didn't give up. I haven't updated since December, *takes an inhale of breath* *groans* I am so sorry. Apologies don't even cut it now do they? I don't know I guess I just kept putting it off, but not to worry. I'm back in the saddle.
So please enjoy
Zim triumphantly rose from his seat as the Skool bell, signaling the completion of fourth period, trilled its lurid chime throughout the entire campus; it was finally time. Zim had been waiting every minute for this moment ever since Gaz had been expertly deceived by him yesterday afternoon; waiting to observe the hostile female up close and gather all the information he could on the filthy, pathetic emotions that humans possessed and then use that information against the despicable human race, annihilate them, and take over the planet! The plan was foolproof!
Zim smiled deviously to himself as he stepped out of his classroom and into the bowels of the cursed Hi Skool hallway. Zim mused to himself, side-stepping his original train of thought, that comparing the hallway to the bowels of an organism was strikingly accurate. It was slow moving, backed up, and smelled like vomit that an animal kept eating and defecating for twenty days straight. He winced slightly as he felt a human male brush up against his arm in the midst of the horde of mindless humans, not approving of the way human skin felt against his perfect, unblemished green flesh. The sweat that had lingered on the foul smelling human nearly scorched him, as his superior skin could detect the dirt and oil that continuously lingered on human flesh. It felt grotesque and shivered in disgust as he reached his left hand, thankfully covered by black leather gloves, to the attacked area on his arm; rubbing it furiously in a fool hearted attempt to wipe away the infecting liquid. He growled during this makeshift cleanse vowing to destroy the infernal Earth-worm as soon as he completed his mission and conquered this miserable heap of dirt that the humans called a planet. Satisfied with wiping most of the vile fluid off of his person, he proceeded further to the lunchroom at an ants pace, continuing to curse all of the lethargic students who seemed unable to understand that walking was meant to occur in the hallway. So when a group of students in front of him decided to cease walking, he wanted to scream.
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Gaz was not looking forward to lunch today and that was not because it was Terrifying Taco Tuesday. Gaz had been dreading this moment since she agreed to assist the moronic Zim on his project yesterday afternoon. She proceeded farther down the lunch line watching in disgust as a corpulent and hideous woman, whose age was still unknown to the students, scooped up a ladle full of mystery meat from a trough and poured it over two off-colored, hard taco shells, not even having the courtesy to place them within the shells. Gaz could have sworn she saw a grey hair in the meat and she stared maliciously at the lunch lady. The atrocious woman's skin sagged sourly underneath her chin; a large and crooked nose jolted out the middle of her face like a bird's beak. Her lips were fat and pouty and were the same shade as her skin, so it was easy to mistake them for more rolls of skin. Her gray and tattered hair was pulled back, tufts of hair jutting out in all places. There was also the absence of a hair-net, which confirmed that hair had, indeed, come in contact with the cafeteria food on more than one occasion. She was a very hairy woman, with strands coming out of her large ears and nose; the presence of slight stubble was also noticeable around the woman's mouth and all down the fat layers of her neck. To complete this, a large mole was located on her upper lip; two grey hairs protruded from the appalling beauty mark.
Gaz continued to gaze venomously at the ugly lady in front of her, who stared back with cross eyes at the malevolent teenage girl, oblivious to her own mistake.
"Make me another," she demanded harshly as she threw her tray at the wall beside the horrid woman, staining the wall with a blob of murky brown juice, "I won't have your horrendous hair in my food." The lady seemed unfazed by the young woman, but she understood and scooped out another serving and plopped it on another two, strange colored taco shells, and handed the new tray over to the violet haired girl. Gaz narrowed her eyes at the meat, inspecting it carefully and after a moment, she was satisfied with the meats condition and exited the line and made her way to an empty table that no one usually sat at. Taking a seat at the mahogany-colored table, Gaz sighed as she continued to dread the moment Zim would come to her and use his annoying, stupid voice to ask her questions. As if on cue, Zim histrionically slammed the lunchroom doors open, creating a distracting and loud sound to echo through the cafeteria. He stepped in and looked around the room until his eyes rested on Gaz. As soon as they locked gazes, Gaz felt a nauseous sensation swell within her; she was not going to like this one bit.
Thankfully the other students continued on with their lunch routines after Zim distracted them with his ludicrous display and he began to walk over to her and she internally sighed, hoping she could get through this without exerting too much energy. With each step he took she ground her teeth together in frustration over him and his overall ridiculousness. She closed her eyes and willed herself to calm down; reminding herself that she was going to get the new Game Slave as well as the new Vampire Piggy Hunter game for this and all she had to do was put up with Zim and his irritating questions.
Her eyes were still closed when she felt him sit down next to her, unlike humans, Zim's close presence felt cool rather than warm and she opened her eyes slowly only to find herself face to face with a moronic, smiling Zim, a pad of paper and a pencil in his possession. She cringed visibly at the invasion of her personal space and scooted an arm's length away from him and she growled, "Sit on the other side of the table, you're bugging me." The Irken's smile disappeared and was quickly replaced with a scowl, his ruby eyes glowed angrily at her from behind his contact lenses. He stood up gathering his things, including the device, and trudged to the other side of the table, and dramatically sat down, facing her. Zim hated being told what to do, especially by someone of an inferior race, but he controlled his desire to defy her, as he valued her cooperation more than he did about his pride…for the moment.
Gaz relaxed as an appropriate distance between them was reached and she waited patiently for his questions, which seemed very scarce. She looked at him, awaiting the interrogation to start, but he instead watched her. She sighed deeply.
"Zim, you have to ask questions in order for this to work." She fumed. The Irken seemed jumbled out of whatever he was concentrating on and brought his pencil to the pad of paper. Zim quickly glanced at the device, but the crimson letters only displayed, 'no emotion detected'. He inwardly cursed the female in front of him for being able to hide her emotions so skillfully.
Gaz took notice of his glance to the strange object in front of him. It was maroon colored, oval shaped device that quickly caught her curiosity.
"What's that?" she questioned while pointing a finger at it to indicate what she was speaking of. Zim froze, petrified that she took notice of his interest with the device. He knew that if she found out what it was, he would no longer be able to observe her and gather information, which would lead him to fail his mission. Not to mention that she would probably destroy him in the process. Stupefied into silence over her question, he quickly sought an answer through his magnificent brain.
"It's a pencil sharpener." He lied swiftly while he prayed to the Tallests that she couldn't hear the nervous waver in his voice. She eyes him warily.
"I've never seen a pencil sharpener like that." Zim could sense the growing fury in her words.
"I made it myself so that I could get the perfect, sharp tip. The pathetic Earth sharpeners only succeed in blunting the lead, or breaking it off entirely." Zim replied coolly, finally adapting himself to lie to Gaz easily. Gaz was skeptical for a moment, but since she agreed with what he said about other pencil sharpeners, she reluctantly believed him. "Well then, let's begin." The violet haired girl only nodded and watched as Zim flipped over a page, which she assumed to be a list of questions to ask. His contacted eyes flickered around the page for a moment and then he flipped the page back around, so that he could begin writing. Zim took an inhalation of air before opening his mouth to interrogate the human female, but it was brashly interrupted by a lunch tray slamming onto the table by two clenched, pale hands. The force of the tray coming into contact with the surface of the table caused the contents on the platter to stir. Meat; brown, mushy, unidentifiable meat was magnificently launched into the air, soaring through space and making direct contact onto the green alien's skin. Immediately, a horrifying reaction occurred and Zim could only close his eyes tightly and scream in absolute pain as the meat that rested on his cheek scorched him. He felt his skin bubble and burst from the terrible food product, it felt as if boiling oil had landed on his skin, marring it with its fiery, burning essence. Flames seemed to dance around the affected area on his face and he continued screaming as he attempted to brush away the offending food away with a gloved hand, yet even gone, it still burned with the white hot intensity of a thousand suns.
"ZIM!" the alien's attacker growled harshly, almost shouting at the Irken. The Irken opened his eyes to glower vehemently at the human, who had dared to interrupt his mission only to, unsurprisingly, find that it was Dib whom had dared to do just that. The raven-haired young man bared his teeth in frustration and shared a glare that equaled Zim's. The adolescent human's chocolate brown eyes locked dangerously with the alien's contacted, lavender lenses, and proceeded to attempt to burn a hole in the disgusting green extraterrestrial.
"What are you doing at our lunch table and talking with my sister!?" Dib questioned threateningly. Gaz rolled her amber orbs, another pointless and foolish fight. Usually she ended these irritating quarrels before they began, but she was bored, so she allowed the bickering to continue in order to satiate her tedium.
"That, Earth-boy, is none of your business!" Zim countered, much to Gaz's interest. The intimidating girl was puzzled as to why Zim wouldn't give the true nature of this tedious encounter, but instead of correct him and answer her brother, she chose to remain silent and watch the squabble unfold. She proceeded to get comfortable, shifting in her seat and placing a delicate hand on her pale cheek.
During this, Dib's eye twitched in anger, frustrated by the alien's ambiguous response. He glanced over at Gaz hoping that she would answer his question, but she only raised an eyebrow to him, confirming nothing. Dib gave up on Gaz and instead found that probing the extraterrestrial was more satisfying. He turned his gaze back to Zim and narrowed his eyes at him.
"Of course it's my business, alien-scum! She is my sister! And I'll not have you poisoning her with your wickedness!"
"The only thing poisoning her is your stupidity," the invader commented with aloofness. Once the insult was heard, Gaz's eyes went wide and she suddenly felt…strange; her stomach clenched and a rush of air seemed to float rapidly to her throat. Suddenly, her mind registered the familiar sensation and she knew what was occurring. She was about to laugh, and she was mortified. She could feel the laughter build within her and continue to climb its way through her windpipe. She hadn't laughed in years! She was completely chagrined by it and she froze when she realized that the wretched feeling was actually…pleasant! Gaz panicked and before the fit of laughter could escape her mouth, she destroyed the putrid, yet nice sensation by diving her hand toward Dib's tray, curling her small fingertips around the gray rim and swiftly flipped the tray up in the air. The two fighting boys finally ceased their incessant bickering as soon as they heard, rather than noticed Gaz's actions. Dib watched in horror as the tray leapt and flew, finally landing on his stomach. He watched in astonishment as the contents of the tray smeared all over him as the lunch tray descended from his body and slowly fell to the floor; creating a lurid sound as the platter made contact with the floor.
Gaz didn't look for a moment, willing herself to finally ridding her of the offensive urge to laugh, yet when she brought her eyes to Dib, she saw that his shirt was now covered in the mysterious taco meat, its greasy and disgusting color dripped and soaked through his shirt. He was absolutely covered in the foul meat and she knew that the stench of the odorous sustenance would never come out of his clothing. Dib stared at his soiled shirt, eyes wide and full of shock; he made an audible squeak in his upset state and slowly raised his bewildered stare up towards his sister. His mouth was wide open in utter surprise and his brow furrowed in confusion; Gaz noted another pair of eyes on her and glanced over at a gaping Zim. The green alien turned his vision to the human boy and then back to Gaz and proceeded to laugh evilly at what just occurred. Dib flushed, completely embarrassed by the event.
"Gaz, what the hell!" he whined loudly, his eyes still questioning Gaz. Gaz did not reply instantly, for she didn't know what had come over her; she was confused by her own actions, but quickly ignored her own unanswered questions and buried them deep within her. She didn't need to know what came over her, nor did she want to know. She proceeded to shield herself once more; gaining control over herself and her actions. She rolled her eyes and scowled while flippantly tossing her violet hair to the side.
"You're annoying me, and stop with the interrogation already! Zim's here because he needs information for his psychology project, okay? I'm not enjoying it either Dib, but it would be easier to deal with if you weren't shoving your big-fat head into other people's business!" She couldn't stand to be around either of the two boys after that, so she stood up from her chair and furiously snatched her tray from the table and moved to a secluded area; none of them followed her, to which Gaz was grateful.
Dib watched his little sister abscond from the table; he was going to call after her, but decided against it, for he had experienced firsthand what it was like to make her mad. Instead, he turned his attention to Zim, who—he noticed—was staring at Gaz as she trudged angrily away. In that moment, Dib remembered his soiled clothing and rage began to boil within him.
"This is your entire fault!" he said viciously, poking the alien brazenly on the shoulder. "I don't know what you're up to, but I don't like it!" Zim grimaced and huffed in annoyance to the Earth-boy, rubbing his irritated shoulder.
"It's like your human sibling said: it's for the psychology project."
"Don't give me that, I know that's crap! Whatever it is you're trying to accomplish, just know that I'll be watching you." He seethed quietly to the Irken. Zim made no reply, only huffed, got up from the lunch table, gathered his things and left wordlessly, leaving behind a suspicious and filthy Dib. As soon as he took a few more steps away from the table, Zim turned the maroon device in his hand, and felt an overwhelming feeling of joy as in big crimson letters; the word "frantic" appeared on the screen. He could feel the rumble of malicious chuckling within his throat and savored the moment. Even though his plan didn't go as he thought it would, he still made progress in his mission. The feeling of satisfaction grew and soon he couldn't help but smile deviously at his own great achievement. Soon this world would know doom; Zim would exploit human emotions and use them against the humans themselves; this was only the beginning!
*0*
As the lunch bell rang, Gaz finally emerged from her spot in the corner of the lunchroom, tossing the tray in a bin in the middle of the cafeteria. She turned on her heel and made her way towards the exit. However, before as she exited the lunchroom, she noticed Zim obnoxiously grinning to himself. Despite how much he annoyed her, she knew that he still needed information about video games for his project, and since Dib was in the same Skool as they were, she knew that he would never even get in one question.
"Hey." She called out to Zim. The invader turned his head to the violent girl.
"Yeah?"
"Do you really still need to do your research?" she asked begrudgingly, to which Zim nodded fervently. Gaz thought for a moment and pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration, if he needs information that badly; then talking about it at Skool was out of the question. Her house was also out of the question too; since Dib resided there it would be even worse. She imagined Dib's incorrigible gaze on them as Zim asked her questions; no, she didn't want Dib to continue making this situation any more difficult than it needed to be. In fact, Gaz didn't want to have anything to do with this ridiculous project, but she did want the new Game Slave and Vampire Piggy Hunter game, and if this was the only way to get it without spending money, then so be it. She took a deep breath in and sighed.
"Then I'm coming over to your house after Skool today to answer your questions." Gaz stated flatly, passing Zim up in the hallway. Zim was caught off guard.
"Come again?" Gaz paused at turned her head to face him.
"I'm coming over to your house after Skool today, and I'm going to answer your stupid, annoying question, you got that?" Zim nodded in understanding and watched as the seemingly dispassionate girl stalk away.
See you after Skool then…Zim thought wickedly, a malevolent smile coming to his face.
A/N: is it good or naw?