Ides of March - Chapter 12Ides of March - Chapter 12 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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„Come back here, filthy human! How DARE you take what's ZIM'S!“ Dib laughed triumphantly, holding his loot to his chest while he ran down the corridors of Zim's lab, in hopes of escaping his pursuer.
„It's mine now, Zim! Deal with it!“ He cried, skidding around a corner and running towards the large storage rooms. Maybe he could hide in between the boxes and shelves long enough to make good use of the stolen package in his arms. Zim was close on his heels though, easily matching his speed.
The alien caught up with him just when he ran through the open storage room doors. With a roar, Zim leaped forward, knocking Dib over with the impact of his smaller body. They tumbled to the floor, not even stopping for a second before starting to roll across the ground, both fighting for the upper hand. „Give it back to Zim!“
„Never, spaceboy! It's mine now! You took all the others!“
As usual, it was an earnest, but somewhat
Ides of March - Chapter 10Ides of March - Chapter 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For the umpteenth time, Zim found himself sighing as he tried to concentrate on the checkups he wanted to do, on the station's operating system. Concentration was hard to hold on to, however, when he found his eyes drifting over to where Dib lay, on one of the padded, pink benches to sleep off the stress. The boy had cried for nearly an hour straight, only stopping when exhaustion got the better of him and the alien had to help move him to a spot where he could rest.
Shaking his head, Zim tried to go back to running system checks while the human slept. There was nothing else to do for the alien.
He managed a full five minutes more before he threw up his arms with a frustrated huff, simply switching the station's main computer on to run a standard diagnosis instead of making a more thorough, manual checkup. Slowly and stealthily, as not to rouse the resting human, Zim drew closer, taking a seat just next to Dib to watch him instead of the screens.
Even in sleep, the boy's face was drawn