CHapter 11 Duh-Huuurrrchapter 11: DUH-HUURRR!!Zim returned to his base, removed his disquise, and sat infront of the monitor."Wheres your pointy friend?" Gir asks, walking upside down on his hands.Zim rests his head in his hand crouching over the desk. "Hes succumb to the earth slave drones, Gir." He sighs deeply. "The lack of a mission has made me bored...my base is rendering meaningless. Irken technology should not sit and collect dust.""Mmmwhy dontchya' do an updgrade?" He says landing in a sitting cross-legged position.Zim goes into another room with Gir by his side."So you got it?" A big man in an apron much like siz-lor if he were humans, point
Chapter 2: A Bigger Problem*DING DONG* ................ stp stp STP STP STP! *kkkkrrrrrrrrrriiiiiikkkK*"Oh! Hey Zim! Glad your here. Dibs upstairs. Go make yourself comfortable while I get us some snacks." Keef quickly darted off.Zim looks up the never ending staircase and begins his journey through the strange home.He steps in the doorway to see Dib on the floor, looking back at him."I hate you," Zim says sitting opposite of him."Yes, Zim. The feelings mutual. Now let's get this over with. We've already finished how depression and stress can affect the body."Zim stared blankly.Dib sighed heavily, trying to keep himself from becoming frustrated.Keef
Chapter 1: BackBiterWARNING: ZADR! Contains violence, bad bad words, and icky adult humor and situations. Fluff, LEMON, ZimxDibChapter 1: BackbiterZim and Dib enter a new year of high school only to be teamed up together.*Ksh* *Ksh*............... *Ksh*Leaves calmly glide along the chilly November sidewalk with every soft winter breeze.Hands move cautiously and quickly to retrieve strands of hair that had fallen and tangled with the cold metalglasses of a crouching raven haired boy."He's up to something."Another breeze swept by as his binoculars peered through an obviously fake bush andinto the window of an odd purple house carelessly squeezed
chapter 8 this is a titleChapter 8: this is a title: Cuz thinking of new titles is a titty-bit annoyingHis hair was soft and his breathing gentle. His skin flushed from the night before and glowing slightly pale.He watched the soft creatures eyes open, only to stare back at him. Then a smile."Mornin' sunshine." He says as he put his hand on Zims cheek and leans to kiss zim soft on the forehead."Dib?" he murmered back."DIB!?!" Zim jolted and fell out of the bed. his head spun inside violently and he cried out, wincing in pain.Memories of the night before hit him with a sledge hammer. His body fllushed again with heat, begging to be touched. He screamed and
Chapter 4:Obviously DistractedChapter 4: Obviously distractedProjects make Dib hungry. Oh! Look! A butterfly!Dib sat on the nearest chair as Gir handed him an ice pack in which he put over his newest forehead bruise."We didn't get anything done." He finally said with a bit of anger."Then you will have to do better tomorrow." Zim replied standing tall with his arms crossed."What?! Don't expect me to do all of this by myself. We're down two partners as it is.""Fine. Let's continue." Zim rested one elbow in his hand as the other reached to hold his green head."It's 1 a.m. Can't we pick it up in the morning?""FINE!" Fed up with Dib's complaining he walked over
Chapter 3: IncapableChapter 3: IncapableNew words come into play. "Zim, are you getting any of this?"The room wasn't so much tense as it was just awkward. Zim didn't seem to notice it but, Dib was trying his best to ignore it. All the times he had been in this room he had been struggling and fighting to escape, but now he was willingly here. Working on a stupid school project, with his alien enemy.'Not weird at all.' He thought to himself.He found the button he was looking for. With all the random doodads he had stolen from Zim he'd managed to slowly learn his language.He continued typing."Error! Subject unknown." The computer beaped."What? I'm sur
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tis my fault for being lazy and not looking =3=
but i still feel bad