Master, Please.... | By : Lycoris7 Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 3561 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Zim sat at his computer console, preparing his next scheme for taking over Earth. He hadn’t heard from the Tallest in awhile, but that didn’t particularly bother him. It had been over 5 years since he had landed on Earth. Sometime during Hi Skool he had noticed that everyone in his class was taller than him. Once people had started noticing, he started experimenting with Irken growth genes. It was illegal for Irkens to mess with them, but he didn’t care anymore. He activated them anyway, giving himself a little more height. He was still not as tall as his classmates, but it was obvious he had grown. He was getting sick of the denial, sick of this dirt ball. He knew that the Armada wasn’t coming for him, and that not a single Irken cared for him. His exile was making him tired and jaded. If it hadn’t been for Minimoose and GIR, he would have given up a long time ago.
Oh, he still kept up the act, inventing convoluted and insane plans for Dib to foil, and madly ranting to GIR and Minimoose. However, he was just getting tired, tired of the acting, of the hopelessness. He guessed that even if he won, he would still lose, never being able to return to Irk.
After contemplating a plan involving angry Chihuahuas, he sighed and stood up, rubbing the contacts in his eyes. He slowly trudged to school, sitting quietly in his seat. Dib was already there for once, glaring at him. “So what’s your plan now, Zim?”
“Chihuahuas. Angry Chihuahuas,” replied Zim. Dib just blinked in surprise.
“What? You’re lying, even you wouldn’t be stupid enough to just tell me…” he trailed off, glaring suspiciously at him.
Ms. Bitters, who was unfortunately still there teacher, then started class. The next time they saw each other was lunch. Zim sat off alone, quietly playing with his food. Dib walked by, shoving him off of the bench, then laughing in his face. Zim glared up at him, then suddenly leapt up, shoved him down hard, and ran out of the room. Dib angrily followed him out into the hallway. Zim, who had been waiting around the corner, punched him in the side. Dib doubled over, then quickly recovered and tackled Zim. They continued to roll around on the floor fighting. Both were quite bloodied and bruised before Dib finally got the upper hand. He flipped Zim onto his back, and punched him in the face. Zim flinched and tried to push him off, so Dib held down one of his hands, punching him in the squeedly spooch. He then grabbed both of his arms and leaned on his legs, effectively holding him down.
“What are you going to do now Zim?” said Dib. Zim just went limp, staring off to the side. “Well?”
“I give up.”
“What?” Dib said, not believing him. “What kind of trick is this?”
“No tricks.” Zim looked up sadly. “I’m tired of this stoopid planet. I’m tired of fighting you, of never being able to win. So I give up.” He looked back off to the side, actual tears gathering in his eyes.
Dib just stared in shock. He wasn’t even aware that Irkens could cry. He was still suspicious, thinking that it was a trap. “Fine then, you’re coming with me.” He stood up, still holding Zim by the wrists, and dragged him to his feet. Zim just went along with it. Dib, still suspecting some kind of trick, tightly held Zim’s hands behind his back the entire way to his house. About halfway there, Zim, scared of what was going to happen next, started to quietly cry. This just confused Dib even more.
Once they reached Dib’s house, Dib released one of Zim’s arms to open the door. Zim just stared at his feet. Dib began to smirk, thinking that maybe, just maybe the alien had really just given up. He dragged the alien quickly through the house and down to his lab. Pulling a pair of handcuffs out of a drawer, he pushed Zim face first into the wall. “Remember these Zim? Well, I’m about to find out if they really will knock an alien unconscious.” He smirked, and then pulled Zim’s arms tightly together, snapping the handcuffs on.
The last thing Zim remembered was hearing the click of the handcuffs before his whole world went black.
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