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Hide and Seek: 1I walked down those cluttered hallways. The familiar sight of hateful children sickened me. The worst of it was when I got to the classroom. Mrs. Bitters slinked around her desk as if she was stalking it as her prey. I sat in my desk, trying my best to ignore the figure in the corner seat; the bane of my existence.
Said seat was inhabited by none other than Zim. The Irken warrior looked over with a smirk, obviously having a new plan brewing in his head. I sighed and tried my best to listen to Mrs. Bitters.
"Ok children. Today we'll be talking about why one of you isn't smart enough to make a bomb large enough to blow up this skool along with your classmates," she droned, the words melding together.
Zim threw a paper ball at me to get my attention that I proceeded to ignore. He got frustrated quickly, throwing bigger and harder objects at me instead. Zim always did have a massive temper and ego problem. Being an alien doesn't make him God.
Sometimes I'd wonder what Zim thought of me. An
Should've Been Born Irken: 9Warning: There will be weirdness, crack, and yaoi. Oc's will be inserted as needed but NONE will be Mary-Sue-ish. Also will contain cursing/violence at times. You have been warned.
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Zim did what Dib said and tugged along the startled human who was obviously hyperventilating from all the different ships. He smiled. "Why don't you choose the ship we fly, Dibby?" He suggested, aware of the movement on the other side of the hanger. "But hurry."
Dib scanned the room and pointed at one he liked that was thankfully one of the larger ones that probably had a small house inside it. "That one!" He ran over happily and jumped on the steps to get in, not noticing the Tallest who were right behind them.
Zim knew however and once Dib had chosen the ship, he ran after him. He didn't dare look to see how close they were. He hopped in after Dib, quickly closing the door, air sealing it. They couldn't get in now. Hopefully.
Purple frowned when he heard the click of the door. "Sometimes
Me, Myself, and IMagenta orbs stared into their counterparts. Neither broke the gaze for a long time until a quite sigh was heard, echoing off of the metallic walls.
Every day, at about this time, Zim would lock himself in a special room deep in the bowels of the lab. It was basically a barren bedroom, containing a bed and a small table with a full length mirror behind it. As full length as it could be considering the height of its user. During this ritualistic time, the irken had to program himself for the coming day.
His gloved hands squeaked under the pressure of grasping at the edges of the metallic table. Everything was some sort of alien metal in the lab and the tables were no different. The cool surface was worn, indented, and battered with scars from past sessions. It was odd that it hadn't been replaced with something stronger but it was part of that routine that couldn't be broken.
Large eyes narrowed in on themselves as the uncomfortable silence was broken. "Invaders need no one." The abnorm
Should've Been Born Irken: 8Warning: There will be weirdness, crack, and yaoi. Oc's will be inserted as needed but NONE will be Mary-Sue-ish. On with the recap.
Dib tried pulled Zim back but it was no use against a Pak. He glared and his hand grabbed a wire from the broken equipment. "Try and see what happens shorty." Purple growled and his Pak legs came out as well, reaching for Dib. When the legs were in range Dib pulled the live wire out and onto it. Purple yelped as he got shocked and fell back.
Red's fury was palpable. He tossed Zim to the ground and since his Pak legs were already out, opened a laser canon and prepared to shoot the human in the leg.
Dib's eyes widened and he tried to scoot away from the laser but it followed him. He didn't even look at Zim since he was a little pre-occupied at the moment. Dib's hand ran over a broken piece of metal and held it in front of him. If he couldn't avoid the blast then maybe the metal would reflect it..? At least he hoped it would.
Zim's head hurt like a bitch, bu
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