THE EXCITING CONCLUSION (Chapter 6) OF ZIM AND G.I.R.!
Author's Note: I'm back! My keyboard got something in the q,w,a,s,z,and x keys, and we had to get a whole new one. But at least I'm typing again! And FF.Net was down for awhile, so that sucked. Anyway, here's just a note to all of you, just for the record: It is EXTREMELY hard to write an Invader Zim fanfic with no Z. OK, signing off and on to the 'Exciting Conclusion Of Zim And G.I.R.'!
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"No," whispered Zim. "You're lying!" But Zim knew it was true. His computer had never really been wrong. (Actually, it had, but in extremely rare occasions.) Zim tried not to show his emotions as he got some bubble wrap to put the body of G.I.R. in. He wrapped G.I.R. up and went back upstairs. He put G.I.R. on the floor and sat on the couch.
He turned the TV on to pass the time. It was so boring without G.I.R. around. It was set on G.I.R.'s favorite channel, and the Scary Monkey filled the screen. Zim quickly shut it off. Memories flooded Zim's mind. G.I.R. watching the Scary Monkey Show...G.I.R. bouncing around on its head....G.I.R. emptying its fuel tank to store some extra tuna...G.I.R. messing the robot parents' heads up...G.I.R. baking the cake for Keef...G.I.R. leaving the door and window open so Dib could get in...G.I.R. as the 'Government Man'.... Zim remembered them all too well. G.I.R. seemed to be everywhere. Its ghost haunted Zim's house. Zim struggled not to think about little G.I.R., but was having an extremely hard time not.
Zim turned the TV on again, but quickly changed the channel. The news was on. "And after taking a physical exam, President Bush is in perfect health," said the announcer. "What'd they do, water it good?" muttered Zim, and shut the TV off. He sat alone in silence, which would normally be broken in two seconds by G.I.R.-Zim sharply told himself to 'quit thinking about G.I.R., you idiot!' He just sat there for a few minutes, and thought how boring things were without G.I.R. He couldn't make some kind of chip, keep G.I.R. from getting in trouble, or just be plain annoyed by the little robot. What else was there to do? He turned the TV on again. The news had switched to a baseball game. It was just reshowing footage of a foul ball bouncing back and cracking the camera lens. Completely uninterested, Zim turned the TV off once again.
If only. Two little words. How come they could cause so much regret? If only he had considered G.I.R.'s mistakes more and remembered G.I.R.'s brain was as good as that of a two year old's. If only Zim hadn't thought G.I.R. would be fine, that G.I.R. would've been able to get out of that mess, beat Dib. G.I.R. wasn't that intellegent. He should've known that! If only Zim had realized how much he liked G.I.R.
Right when Zim was just about to actually start crying, he heard a faint pop-pop-pop-pop from across the room. Zim jumped up. "Who's there?" he yelled. "Computer, are you having some kind of malfunction?" The computer scanned itself. "In perfect health, sir," it said. Suddenly, Zim felt a burst of excitement as he realized the only other thing it could be... He ran over to G.I.R.'s bubble wrap and dumped G.I.R. out. G.I.R. blinked. "Aww... my bubbles," said the little robot. Zim stared at G.I.R. "How are you...you're supposed to be...G.I.R.!" Zim grabbed G.I.R. "How are you alive?!?!?!" G.I.R. blinked. "Well, there was this darky thingy and I saw the Scary Monkey Show and then I saw light and was with those bubbly thingys and then you took them away. Can I have my bubbly thingys back?" "Sure..." "YAY!" G.I.R. grabbed the bubble wrap and started popping it.
Zim leaned against the wall. How could G.I.R. be alive? It was for sure dead! Maybe...it couldn't be! But it maybe it could... There was a rumor that in all the S.I.R. units, there was a one-in-a-million chance that a S.I.R. was a special S.I.R. Those extremely rare special S.I.R.s had an incredible healing power, an incredible will to live. Those robots were extremely special, really one in a million. Nobody would ever know if a S.I.R. was a special S.I.R. untill it's in a life-or-death situation. However, it only worked once. But just maybe G.I.R. was one of those special S.I.R.s.
G.I.R. put down the bubble wrap. "Ooh, the Scary Monkey Show's on in five minutes!" it chirped. "G.I.R., wait," croaked Zim. "Do you know what you did?" G.I.R. looked around. "No." "Well, you got seriously hurt by Dib. Then I tried to repair you, but something went wrong and then, supposedly you...died. And then, now, you're alive again, G.I.R. It's really in fact a near miracle." G.I.R. looked up. "Can I watch the Scary Monkey Show?" asked G.I.R. "Did I say you couldn't?" replied Zim. "YAY!" said G.I.R., and ran off. Zim walked off to go down to his lab to research the special S.I.R.s
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He found out that they are created by being exposed to unfamiliar items when they are being made (Of course, G.I.R. had junk in its brain, so that is very well possible). Zim had figured it out. There was no other possible way; G.I.R. was a special S.I.R. Although G.I.R. had that special talent, Zim knew G.I.R. had already used it. Then he thought back to before, how he had been knowing G.I.R. was gone, all the things he was feeling. And he needed to show G.I.R. that; prove he wasn't just a heartless short little Irken. That he did have feelings, that he did like G.I.R. and really enjoyed its company. He went back upstairs and walked into the living room, where G.I.R. was staring intently at the TV screen where the Scary Monkey was in all its monkeyish glory. "G.I.R.," said Zim, I have something to tell you. G.I.R. actually managed to pull itself from the image and say, "What, master?" "G.I.R., said Zim, "I love you."
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Author's Note: Aaaaawww. That ending made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I know, that was completely OOC for Zim, but it WAS sweet, yes? Anyway, thank you to all those people who gave me nice reviews. That kept me going (and so did a few personal email threats). And this has been really fun, all the other great reviews I got on my other fics. I'd only heard the song 'Father Of Mine' once before I did that little song, and that turned out to be on of my biggest hits. Well anyway, thank you all and keep reading my works! Please! (Hey, I remembered to say Please!) Zimmy Kid, signing off!
Author's Note: I'm back! My keyboard got something in the q,w,a,s,z,and x keys, and we had to get a whole new one. But at least I'm typing again! And FF.Net was down for awhile, so that sucked. Anyway, here's just a note to all of you, just for the record: It is EXTREMELY hard to write an Invader Zim fanfic with no Z. OK, signing off and on to the 'Exciting Conclusion Of Zim And G.I.R.'!
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"No," whispered Zim. "You're lying!" But Zim knew it was true. His computer had never really been wrong. (Actually, it had, but in extremely rare occasions.) Zim tried not to show his emotions as he got some bubble wrap to put the body of G.I.R. in. He wrapped G.I.R. up and went back upstairs. He put G.I.R. on the floor and sat on the couch.
He turned the TV on to pass the time. It was so boring without G.I.R. around. It was set on G.I.R.'s favorite channel, and the Scary Monkey filled the screen. Zim quickly shut it off. Memories flooded Zim's mind. G.I.R. watching the Scary Monkey Show...G.I.R. bouncing around on its head....G.I.R. emptying its fuel tank to store some extra tuna...G.I.R. messing the robot parents' heads up...G.I.R. baking the cake for Keef...G.I.R. leaving the door and window open so Dib could get in...G.I.R. as the 'Government Man'.... Zim remembered them all too well. G.I.R. seemed to be everywhere. Its ghost haunted Zim's house. Zim struggled not to think about little G.I.R., but was having an extremely hard time not.
Zim turned the TV on again, but quickly changed the channel. The news was on. "And after taking a physical exam, President Bush is in perfect health," said the announcer. "What'd they do, water it good?" muttered Zim, and shut the TV off. He sat alone in silence, which would normally be broken in two seconds by G.I.R.-Zim sharply told himself to 'quit thinking about G.I.R., you idiot!' He just sat there for a few minutes, and thought how boring things were without G.I.R. He couldn't make some kind of chip, keep G.I.R. from getting in trouble, or just be plain annoyed by the little robot. What else was there to do? He turned the TV on again. The news had switched to a baseball game. It was just reshowing footage of a foul ball bouncing back and cracking the camera lens. Completely uninterested, Zim turned the TV off once again.
If only. Two little words. How come they could cause so much regret? If only he had considered G.I.R.'s mistakes more and remembered G.I.R.'s brain was as good as that of a two year old's. If only Zim hadn't thought G.I.R. would be fine, that G.I.R. would've been able to get out of that mess, beat Dib. G.I.R. wasn't that intellegent. He should've known that! If only Zim had realized how much he liked G.I.R.
Right when Zim was just about to actually start crying, he heard a faint pop-pop-pop-pop from across the room. Zim jumped up. "Who's there?" he yelled. "Computer, are you having some kind of malfunction?" The computer scanned itself. "In perfect health, sir," it said. Suddenly, Zim felt a burst of excitement as he realized the only other thing it could be... He ran over to G.I.R.'s bubble wrap and dumped G.I.R. out. G.I.R. blinked. "Aww... my bubbles," said the little robot. Zim stared at G.I.R. "How are you...you're supposed to be...G.I.R.!" Zim grabbed G.I.R. "How are you alive?!?!?!" G.I.R. blinked. "Well, there was this darky thingy and I saw the Scary Monkey Show and then I saw light and was with those bubbly thingys and then you took them away. Can I have my bubbly thingys back?" "Sure..." "YAY!" G.I.R. grabbed the bubble wrap and started popping it.
Zim leaned against the wall. How could G.I.R. be alive? It was for sure dead! Maybe...it couldn't be! But it maybe it could... There was a rumor that in all the S.I.R. units, there was a one-in-a-million chance that a S.I.R. was a special S.I.R. Those extremely rare special S.I.R.s had an incredible healing power, an incredible will to live. Those robots were extremely special, really one in a million. Nobody would ever know if a S.I.R. was a special S.I.R. untill it's in a life-or-death situation. However, it only worked once. But just maybe G.I.R. was one of those special S.I.R.s.
G.I.R. put down the bubble wrap. "Ooh, the Scary Monkey Show's on in five minutes!" it chirped. "G.I.R., wait," croaked Zim. "Do you know what you did?" G.I.R. looked around. "No." "Well, you got seriously hurt by Dib. Then I tried to repair you, but something went wrong and then, supposedly you...died. And then, now, you're alive again, G.I.R. It's really in fact a near miracle." G.I.R. looked up. "Can I watch the Scary Monkey Show?" asked G.I.R. "Did I say you couldn't?" replied Zim. "YAY!" said G.I.R., and ran off. Zim walked off to go down to his lab to research the special S.I.R.s
.
He found out that they are created by being exposed to unfamiliar items when they are being made (Of course, G.I.R. had junk in its brain, so that is very well possible). Zim had figured it out. There was no other possible way; G.I.R. was a special S.I.R. Although G.I.R. had that special talent, Zim knew G.I.R. had already used it. Then he thought back to before, how he had been knowing G.I.R. was gone, all the things he was feeling. And he needed to show G.I.R. that; prove he wasn't just a heartless short little Irken. That he did have feelings, that he did like G.I.R. and really enjoyed its company. He went back upstairs and walked into the living room, where G.I.R. was staring intently at the TV screen where the Scary Monkey was in all its monkeyish glory. "G.I.R.," said Zim, I have something to tell you. G.I.R. actually managed to pull itself from the image and say, "What, master?" "G.I.R., said Zim, "I love you."
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Author's Note: Aaaaawww. That ending made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I know, that was completely OOC for Zim, but it WAS sweet, yes? Anyway, thank you to all those people who gave me nice reviews. That kept me going (and so did a few personal email threats). And this has been really fun, all the other great reviews I got on my other fics. I'd only heard the song 'Father Of Mine' once before I did that little song, and that turned out to be on of my biggest hits. Well anyway, thank you all and keep reading my works! Please! (Hey, I remembered to say Please!) Zimmy Kid, signing off!