ZADR - Sleepover FluffThere were soft giggles coming from the boy's room that night. A typical Saturday night between the human and Irken ever since they became friends.More Like This
The boys were in Dib's room in their PJs, talking about different things. The green skinned one giggled again, and settled himself in the other's lap. Dib wrapped his arms around him.
"So, what do you have to tell me tonight?" he asked. Every sleepover, they took turns telling each other something secret/important. Zim looked at his hands.
"Uhm... Could I... Skip this week...?" he asked nervously. Dib blinked.
"You've never asked to skip before. C'mon, you must have something to tell me." The Irken buried his face in the other's neck.
"Dib... What would you say if I... said I wanted to be with you...?" The boy looked at him curiously.
"Be with me... how?" Zim flushed lightly, and tightened his grip on the other's shirt.
"G-go out... with me..." he clarified, and froze; waiting for judgment.
"Well let's see," Dib began, and kissed the other'
ZaDRish - It Wasn't a KissZim stood absolutely still, arms crossed, boots planted stubbornly in the sand. He refused to acknowledge even the warm, slightly salty wind that caressed his face.More Like This
"Come on, Zim!" Dib called from the water. He waved at him. "The water's fine!"
Zim glared at him. "No, I hate Earth water! I didn't want to come to the beach anyway, but you talked me into bringing you here!"
He had used the Voot cruiser to fly them to the East Coast, going down almost to Florida in favor of warmer weather and larger waves. He had bathed in paste beforehand, but he didn't plan on going in the water.
Dib shrugged. "All right, your loss." He fixed his glasses, which were strapped tightly to his head with a band so the waves wouldn't knock them off. Then he swam back out.
Zim eventually sat down in the sand. He was still wearing a shirt and pants, though Dib had convinced him to wear swim trunks underneath, just in case. It was too hot to keep boots on; his legs were getting sweaty. He reached down to pull th
Irkens have RulesIrkens are not allowed to love. Irkens are not allowed to care. Irkens do not feel pity. Irkens do not show mercy. Irkens need no one.More Like This
Irkens need no one.
Irkens need no one.
Irkens need no one.
Your name is Zim, and your probably going insane. Because your not an Invader, your not even fit to be Irken. Don't even try and forget it, your leaders....FORMER leaders, happily call and remind you how much of a horrible failure you are. How they didn't even know such a defect could have possibly been made. How Irkens don't FEEL. They mock your tears, your begging.
You always did everything for you empire. always...
To bad you knew how to think for yourself. To bad you can love. To bad. To bad. Tobadtobadtobadtobad.
Irkens are not programmed for that stuff. Your programmed wrong. Your wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong. Nothing you ever did was right. Nothing. You just happened to have a lot of luck on your side.
"So when you finnaly run out of that luck, have your
Experimental -prologue-More Like This
Everything was white. 'Everything' meaning the walls and ceiling; there was nothing else in the room but a large, open window.
He paced back and forth, his boots clicking on the smooth metal floor. The breeze blowing through the window was cold and biting and had the smell of changing seasons on it. It would be winter soon, snowy, shivery Earth winter. It never failed to amaze how one planet could be both baking hot and freezing cold by turns.
He veered from his path, ending up by the window, looking out. The room was on the top floor and he could see the whole city from up here.
It felt different from looking through the spherical windshield of the Voot cruiser. There was so much Earth out there. He shuddered and pulled away, pacing back and forth some more with his eyes on his legs.
Instead of his nice, formal uniform he was wearing a slightly oversized pair of overalls that were badly stained with laboratory spills. He would change as soon as he go