Okay…I wrote this when I couldn't think straight, so BEWARE! Um, if anybody
reviews, I'll update, but if nobody shows me what they think, then…well
anyway, ENJOY!
Oh yeah, I drew a stupid picture to go with this too. If you wanna look at it(?) then go to
http://www.geocities.com/dardarhead/Sick.gif.gif
And no it isn't a typo.
Disclaimer: I own nothing…cause I'm living in a van by the river!
The Sickness Begins
Zim woke up like any normal day. Once again he had fallen asleep on one of his computers. He stretched and let out a yawn as his spine cracked. He had slept in a bad position. He'd have to deal with the kink in his back all day.
Zim looked around the computers, trying to remember what he'd been doing the night before. 'Aww, yes. I was working with biological weapons…' he thought, grinning. He'd been developing a powerful disease that would practically cripple any life form, animal or human. He was just adding the finishing touches for the past couple days.
After shutting down the computers, Zim went up to the house to get ready for skool. As usual, Gir was watching the Scary Monkey Show and eating corn on the cob for breakfast.
"Morning Gir," Zim said, showing the android that he acknowledged his presence. Gir looked over at his master, smiling stupidly. The smile soon ended however, and changed into a worried frown. "What?!" asked Zim demandingly. He never did like it when people gave him strange looks.
"Master, are you okay?" Gir said, still frowning.
Zim looked at the robot, confused. Gir knew that his master was always a little sluggish in the mornings and didn't always look his best, so why ask such a dumb question?
"Of course, Gir. Why do you ask?" Zim replied.
"You look really…sickly."
Zim blinked, then rushed to the nearest mirror. He was taken aback by what he saw. He was nearly completely white, save for a dark green spot where his nose would be if he were human. His eyes were a dull pink and he had heavy bags under them. "I didn't stay up that late, did I?" Zim asked himself. He tried to recall the time he fell asleep, but it was impossible. "Surely it was a decent time. Even if I was working on my mission…"
Suddenly it came clear to him. Zim rushed down to the labs where he had worked the night before. He checked his experimental disease. The case that contained the virus was there, but it was open.
"This isn't good." Zim said nervously. There was a decent chance that he had been infected by his own weapon, and if he had…
Zim forced himself to not think about it. He checked a clock. It was nearly 8. He had to get to skool. He quickly put on his wig and contacts and proceeded to leave.
When Zim got to skool, he was very out of breath for he had to run the entire way. He didn't dare be late – Ms. Bitters would tear him apart. Zim entered the class and took a seat. He glanced around, noticing Dib looking at him strangely. Zim ignored him and waited for Ms. Bitters to start the lesson.
"Okay, children. Today we are going to learn about an important man in our history. His name is Martin Luther King Jr. He said he had a dream. Soon his dreaming head was blown to pieces. The lesson here is to never, EVER dream unless you want a case of head explodey." Ms. Bitters hissed and continued on with her lesson.
Zim rolled his eyes in disgust. He hated having to listen to Earth's stupid history. He hadn't cared for history on Irk, so why should he care about some lesser planet's? Zim sat his head on his desk with a clunk. He was unbearably bored. He started thinking about things that might help him with is mission.
'Oh, that's genius…perfect……wonderful……doom…' he thought, grinning from time to time. He started to become very hot and started sweating horribly. 'All these wonderfully brilliant ideas are too much for my system. I mustn't overwhelm myself with my genius.' He took off his gloves and rolled up his sleeves.
The day continued on, and Zim got hotter and sweatier. His eyes were glazed over and his wig kept falling into his face. He pulled at the collar of his shirt. 'Why is this room so hot?' Zim thought, panting.
"ZIM?!" Ms. Bitters screeched. Zim jumped. He hadn't been paying attention and had no clue what was going on. "Thank you for joining us again, Zim. Do you mind showing a little respect for my miserable attempts to teach you about how pointless your lives are?"
"Sorry Ms. Bitters," Zim said flatly. He struggled just to get the sentence out. His throat kept closing on him.
"Zim, are you feeling all right today?" Ms. Bitters asked, raising an eyebrow.
Zim ground his teeth. "WHY DOES EVERYBODY KEEP ASKING ME THAT?! I'M PERFECTLY FINE AND DANDY! CAN'T YOU SEE THAT, YOU OLD BAG?! OR ARE YOU BLINDED BY CATARACTS?!" he yelled, shaking and clenching his fists.
Ms. Bitters shoved a thermometer in his mouth. After a couple of seconds, it beeped and she checked it. "Hmm…not good…" she mumbled. "Zim, go to the nurse, NOW," she hissed to him. "Somebody go with him to make sure he doesn't pass out," she said to the rest of the class.
Nobody raised their hand. That is, except for Dib. Zim started to protest, but lost interest and decided to save his energy.
"Fine, Dib. You go with him, and make sure he goes straight to the nurse this time," Ms. Bitters said, gritting her teeth while she said the last part. Dib grinned and he followed Zim out the door.
What do ya think? It isn't that bad, is it? Please review, I'd really appreciate it!
-Crystal
Oh yeah, I drew a stupid picture to go with this too. If you wanna look at it(?) then go to
http://www.geocities.com/dardarhead/Sick.gif.gif
And no it isn't a typo.
Disclaimer: I own nothing…cause I'm living in a van by the river!
The Sickness Begins
Zim woke up like any normal day. Once again he had fallen asleep on one of his computers. He stretched and let out a yawn as his spine cracked. He had slept in a bad position. He'd have to deal with the kink in his back all day.
Zim looked around the computers, trying to remember what he'd been doing the night before. 'Aww, yes. I was working with biological weapons…' he thought, grinning. He'd been developing a powerful disease that would practically cripple any life form, animal or human. He was just adding the finishing touches for the past couple days.
After shutting down the computers, Zim went up to the house to get ready for skool. As usual, Gir was watching the Scary Monkey Show and eating corn on the cob for breakfast.
"Morning Gir," Zim said, showing the android that he acknowledged his presence. Gir looked over at his master, smiling stupidly. The smile soon ended however, and changed into a worried frown. "What?!" asked Zim demandingly. He never did like it when people gave him strange looks.
"Master, are you okay?" Gir said, still frowning.
Zim looked at the robot, confused. Gir knew that his master was always a little sluggish in the mornings and didn't always look his best, so why ask such a dumb question?
"Of course, Gir. Why do you ask?" Zim replied.
"You look really…sickly."
Zim blinked, then rushed to the nearest mirror. He was taken aback by what he saw. He was nearly completely white, save for a dark green spot where his nose would be if he were human. His eyes were a dull pink and he had heavy bags under them. "I didn't stay up that late, did I?" Zim asked himself. He tried to recall the time he fell asleep, but it was impossible. "Surely it was a decent time. Even if I was working on my mission…"
Suddenly it came clear to him. Zim rushed down to the labs where he had worked the night before. He checked his experimental disease. The case that contained the virus was there, but it was open.
"This isn't good." Zim said nervously. There was a decent chance that he had been infected by his own weapon, and if he had…
Zim forced himself to not think about it. He checked a clock. It was nearly 8. He had to get to skool. He quickly put on his wig and contacts and proceeded to leave.
When Zim got to skool, he was very out of breath for he had to run the entire way. He didn't dare be late – Ms. Bitters would tear him apart. Zim entered the class and took a seat. He glanced around, noticing Dib looking at him strangely. Zim ignored him and waited for Ms. Bitters to start the lesson.
"Okay, children. Today we are going to learn about an important man in our history. His name is Martin Luther King Jr. He said he had a dream. Soon his dreaming head was blown to pieces. The lesson here is to never, EVER dream unless you want a case of head explodey." Ms. Bitters hissed and continued on with her lesson.
Zim rolled his eyes in disgust. He hated having to listen to Earth's stupid history. He hadn't cared for history on Irk, so why should he care about some lesser planet's? Zim sat his head on his desk with a clunk. He was unbearably bored. He started thinking about things that might help him with is mission.
'Oh, that's genius…perfect……wonderful……doom…' he thought, grinning from time to time. He started to become very hot and started sweating horribly. 'All these wonderfully brilliant ideas are too much for my system. I mustn't overwhelm myself with my genius.' He took off his gloves and rolled up his sleeves.
The day continued on, and Zim got hotter and sweatier. His eyes were glazed over and his wig kept falling into his face. He pulled at the collar of his shirt. 'Why is this room so hot?' Zim thought, panting.
"ZIM?!" Ms. Bitters screeched. Zim jumped. He hadn't been paying attention and had no clue what was going on. "Thank you for joining us again, Zim. Do you mind showing a little respect for my miserable attempts to teach you about how pointless your lives are?"
"Sorry Ms. Bitters," Zim said flatly. He struggled just to get the sentence out. His throat kept closing on him.
"Zim, are you feeling all right today?" Ms. Bitters asked, raising an eyebrow.
Zim ground his teeth. "WHY DOES EVERYBODY KEEP ASKING ME THAT?! I'M PERFECTLY FINE AND DANDY! CAN'T YOU SEE THAT, YOU OLD BAG?! OR ARE YOU BLINDED BY CATARACTS?!" he yelled, shaking and clenching his fists.
Ms. Bitters shoved a thermometer in his mouth. After a couple of seconds, it beeped and she checked it. "Hmm…not good…" she mumbled. "Zim, go to the nurse, NOW," she hissed to him. "Somebody go with him to make sure he doesn't pass out," she said to the rest of the class.
Nobody raised their hand. That is, except for Dib. Zim started to protest, but lost interest and decided to save his energy.
"Fine, Dib. You go with him, and make sure he goes straight to the nurse this time," Ms. Bitters said, gritting her teeth while she said the last part. Dib grinned and he followed Zim out the door.
What do ya think? It isn't that bad, is it? Please review, I'd really appreciate it!
-Crystal