Also, I apologize for the incredibly short chapter. This is the first time I've ever plotted out a story chapter by chapter, so I'm experimenting, basically. The next one will be longer, and hopefully up soon. n.n
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Dib stared at the computer screen, the shining lenses of his glasses catching the light and reflecting it in a grotesque manner. Outside, the parading of his sister, Gaz, was only interrupted by her glowering hiss. "You're a freak, you know that?" he didn't have to question, he knew that biting comment was directed intirely at him. The spiky-haired preteen swivled around in his chair, sending her a glare. "Why are you still here? I'm busy!"
"Doing what, looking for 'aliens'?" she said, putting particular emphisis on the last word. Honestly, her brother could be just so stupid! Dib opened his mouth, as if to sting her back, then quickly shut it again.
"Yes."
She guffawed obnoxiously, walking away from his doorframe. She shook her head from side to side, mocking her brother's intrests. Brother by blood only, definately.
Dib scoffed, turning back to his computer.
"Oh, just wait, Gaz. You'll see. They'll all see! I can prove that Zim's an alien. I know!" he raised a hand, reaching for the mouse to continue his quest for footage of the alien. He knew that it was somewhere buried in his computer's memory, but a recent chaotic adventure with Zim had forced him to forget.
Suddenly, the screen began to flicker. Dib watched on in horror as everything he had been working on (his report with the Eyeball Network) dissolved into the darkness of the screen. Lighting quickly back up again, the staticy face of his arch-enemy appeared upon the screen.
"Zim!" he cried, jerking away.
The alien stared at him, as if not understanding. He paused a breif moment, before continuing. "Yes, It is I, ZIM!"
"What do you want, alien?" the pre-teen hissed, growling behind clenched teeth. In the background of the transmission, GIR's voice could be heard screaming about waffles.
"This time, fool human, I am not concocting another evil plan. And If I was, do you really think I would be telling you about it! Do you!"
"Well-"
"Do you!"
"Zim?"
"Eh?"
Dib took a pregnant pause, blinking. "I didn't ask about that."
"Oh. Well, the reason I have even bothered to contact you, filthy Dib-human, is, I...I have a request." Dib raised his eyebrow, anticipating the coming declaration.
"No, Zim, I'll never stop trying to prove you're an alien!"
"FOOLISH DIB-MONKEY! That was not the reason I --
(Waffles!)
GIR, be quiet! That was not --
(I like waffles.)
GIR! I --
(WAFFLES!)
GIR! GO AWAY! That was not the reason I called, Dib-creature. I need to enlist the help of that gigantic head of yours."
Dib snarled angrily, "My head is not big!"
"Yes, yes, that's all well and good," Zim continued, apparently not listening in the least, "I need not of your services personally, Dib-monkey, but rather, I need --
(WAFFLES ARE DEEEELISH!)
GIR! Go watch T.V. or something!
(Ohh...okeedokie!)
Anyway, I need you to listen closely. The very life of my Tallests rides in the balence!"
"That's 'hangs' in the balence, Zim. W-wait! Are you asking me to help your leaders!"
"Yess..." mused the alien creature thoughtfully.
Dib stood up at the computer desk, snarling angrily. His palms whacked the top of the desk with a loud "thump!" "Then the answer is no! Why would I even want to help them! Why did you even bother calling!"
"Because, Dib-creature, you are the only human I know well enough to trust with a mission like this."
"There is soo much wrong with that," the spiky haired boy growled, cocking his head. "The answer is still no." On the screen, Zim lowered his head, tapping away on his Irken keyboard. A strange-looking diagram appeared upon Dib's moniter.
Zim sighed heavily before continuing. "Ah, I can see that I am going to have to explain this bit by bit so that your thick human skull can comprehend it. This," he gestured a clawed hand at the back of the transparent diagram, pointing to what appeared to be a photo of himself. "is me. These," he directed his finger to a picture of the two Tallests. "are my two leaders. They are much higher in power than I. They make the rules. They especially like suck-ups."
Dib nodded, now more out of curiosity than interest, "Go on."
"Hear me out. If you enter as a...a kind of ambassador to the Earth, and suck-up to them, they may cancel the plans for this pathetic planet's destruction! And I know that's what you've been questing after."
"Yes...okay, Zim. Assuming, for whatever reason I actually decide to do this...thing, whatever it is, what's in it for you?"
Zim chucked to himself, gesturing once again to the diagram. A hand-drawn picture of himself upon a strange planet was selected. "You still don't get it, do you Earth-boy? If you get in good grounds with them, you save your Earth and I get more recognition for selecting you. Then I can get a better mission, away from this stinking rock!"
Dib paused for a moment, considering. "Are you really going to leave the Earth alone?"
Zim chortled, brushing his antenna out of his eyes. "That all depends on your performance. You assist my Tallest, and you get what you want. You mention my name in the process and I get what I want. Everything works out for each of us."
Dib inhaled deeply, mentally preparing himself. If he took up this...whatever it is, task that Zim had aquired for him, then yes, he would be assisting his mortal enemies in their galactic conquest. Then again, he would become a hero, at least in his own right, for finally saving the Earth and all it's inhabitants. He'd finally succeed. He had to do...it.
"Alright, Zim. But before I agree, I want proof that you will not attempt to take over the Earth while I'm preoccupied."
Zim tapped a clawed finger to his chin, grinning knowingly. "Of course not, Earthling. I certainly don't plan on leaving you alone up there with my leaders."
"Alone? Up there? Zim, what're you-"
"Prepare yourself, human! Tomorrow, we board...The Massive's main vessel!"
"What! I didn't agree to --"
"Get prepared in my absence, Dib-monkey. I shall prepare for us both a plausible excuse from the dreaded Skool, so as not to arouse suspisions."
"Zim!"
"Yes?"
Dib breathed, exhaling sharply through his teeth. "Look. Just listen for a second. I didn't agree to that! I'm not leaving Earth! And just what is this thing that I'm supposed to do for your Tallest?"
Zim scoffed, streatching upright in his chair. "You'll have to leave, Earth-monkey. You see, you are the only one I could trust with this mission. You have a wide range of knowledge, yes?"
"Yes," he replied with an undertone of boastfulness. At least Zim was finally awknowleging that.
"And you know some, at least, about human illnesses?"
"Yes, but --"
"Then it's agreed! Tomorrow, you help me in our new conquest! As much as it sickens me, you shall be boarded with me upon the main ship, to help me cure the illness of my Tallest."
Dib did a double-take, blinking in confusion. "That's it? That's your big, secret mission? To have me nurse your little leaders back to health?"
"Does the term "tallest" mean nothing to you, Earth-monkey? They are not little! But yes, that was the plan. I know nothing of these strange human illnesses..." Zim pointed behind him at another massive computer, "and there is nothing in the database. I need someone with experience. That's where you come in. Remember, Dib-creature. You'd be saving your race. Isn't that what you want?"
Dib groaned, cradling his head in his hands. Yes. Yes, it was what he wanted. It was everything that he wanted. But...curing his arch-enemy's military leaders of some human illness? It was so...wrong and degrading. Yet, he would be saving the human race in the process. Rasing his head, he sent the flickering moniter a stern glare.
"You have a deal."
"Excellent! We leave before dawn!" the screen shut off, leaving Dib's computer moniter empty and black. He jumped up from his computer's chair, snatching his backpack and dumping out the unwanted contents. He had to get prepared for the trip tomorrow. It may be the only time he would ever get real, solid, undenyable proof that aliens exist.
After about half an hour of searching through his various drawers and cupboards, the pre-teen felt rather pleased with himself with his wide array of cameras. Along with, of course, some other supplies like thermomiters and the like. Dib sighed, laying back upon his bed and shutting his topaz eyes. Tomorrow would come soon.
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"And yes, my Tallest, I have someone on the way. They will be able to cure you of this."
"Zim -- (achoo!) -- we REALLY don't need, or want your help. Please, just -- (cough) -- leave us alone!"
"My Tallest, I could not leave you to suffer. I shall be aboard the Armada before the sun rises on this filthy planet. You will be in safe, capable hands soon."
"They must not be yours, then."
"Purple, shut up! Zim, please, just --"
"I won't hear another word about it, my leaders. I, Zim! ...shall cure you of this. With...some minor help from the Dib-human. I will be there soon! Please, my Tallest, just hang on!"
The screen erupted into a flurry of static, Zim cutting the connection between his base and the airborne Armada. The tiny green alien grinned over at his robot friend.
"I think that went rather well."
"Waffles!"
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Crystal: (ahem) Um...yeah. I can't say too much about that. Remember, it's based very closely off of a weird dream I had the other night. Except for the stuff I threw in there to make it make sense. n.n;; Hehe. Feedback is very much approved of...(nod nod) Even negative feedback will be loved (as long as you don't attempt to set me on fire or something...).