Post by katra21 on Dec 11, 2006 17:09:07 GMT -5
Hello random peoples, this being my first story post I as usual have little idea what I'm doing, but I am placing this story here since I have developed an exelaratingly extreme loathing of fanfiction.net. This story is also posted there, under the same username if you want to read more, but here's the first chapter of my hopefully very large series.
This particular fanfic starts just as the series ends. I know the series has a total lack in chronological sense, however I will be inducing some manner of timeline later. Do not panic. Basically ifI just did random episodes my head would undoubtedly explode.
If I muck up, tell me. Umm, if there's something I could improve upon please tell me, as these are somewhat a work in progress, I plan on re-writing them once I get a decent amount, and better writing skills.
Hope all you Zim fans enjoy this, THE FIRST POST IN THE FORUM, woot.
Episode 1
Show and Tell of Doom
“Consider the following chemical reactions.” Ms Bitters, held a pointer to a complicated writing on the chalkboard. “Due to the highly reactive nature of the waste you call ‘food’, each and every one of you is liable to combust at any given moment.”
Zim sat in his desk ignoring the teacher’s babbling while going over stick figure plans. “Now, if I could lure Dib using- no that won’t work.” His eraser vigorously rubbed the paper, leaving it crumpled. “Now I need a new plan,” he stroked his chin then with bright eyes began to draw, when his pencil snapped. “Curse you infernal writing tool, you dare defy Zim!”
When Zim looked around, everyone was staring at him. “Heh, heh. I’ll just go sharpen it.” He stood up and walked to the class sharpener.
“Now class,” Ms. Bitters started up again, “tomorrow is Show and Tell, so bring your useless crap to class so we can mock you.” The bell rang, “Now go to lunch!”
Zim remained by the pencil sharpener, his pencil continuously snapping. “Darn piece of inferior Earth trash.”
~
Sitting down, Zim glared at the cafeteria food, but more so at his pencil whilestill muttering under his breath. He stopped staring when a ball of crumpled paper hit his head. Growling he unfurled it:
Show and Tell will be your doom Zim. I shall expose you. Dib.
Zim glared at Dib, only to have another paper ball hit him square between his eyes:
Nothing you could bring could ever be mistaken as human. Dib.
Some kid laughed and took another bite of his food before exploding with a bang, one of his eyeballs falling into the lunch of the kid next to him.
Zim grabbed a piece of paper and began writing his own threat.
Filthy stinking human. Your gigantic head shall b- The pencil broke.
~
“Welcome home son,” the Robo Parents spouted their pre-programmed greeting.
“Gir!” Zim yelled as he got in.
“Yes, my master,” Gir jumped off the couch switching into duty mode.
“Sharpen my,” Zim paused to look at his pencil, “‘HB-2’ to superior Irken standards.”
Gir looked at the pencil with bright eyes, then grabbed it and bit it in half.
“Ugh, Gir!” Zim growled getting back his broken writing instrument.
“I’d do it again!” Gir said happily and stalked off into the kitchen.
Zim threw his broken pencil against the wall before sitting on the couch pondering, his lower teeth jutting out. “I must find some way to ensure that the humans see no abnormalities with whatever I bring to this ‘Show and Tell.’”
The doorbell rang and Gir put on his dog suit before answeringloudly. “Have some salami!” He swiftly shut the door after hitting the human with the large sausage.
“Quiet, Gir! I’m trying to think of the perfect Show and Tell!”
~
Zim marched proudly into the class next day. “Filthy humans!” he looked over the class, “I’m ready for your ‘Show and Tell’.”
“Fine Zim, be the first to humiliate yourself in a desperate attempt to regain your days of kindergarten merriment,” Ms. Bitters said and pulled out a random book.
Zim's arms shot into the air in his victory proclamations, “For you to stare at in amazement to superior show and telling…” he paused for suspense, “My normal Earth dog Gir!”
Zim proudly held forth Gir in his costume, who in turn let out a happy “Hi everybody!”
“Gir! How many times have I told you, normal dogs don’t talk?”
“Oh yeah…” Gir stared off into space.
“SEE! I told you Zim is an alien!” Dib said jumping up and shaking his finger at Zim “I mean, even his dog is green, like him! I told you you’d slip up, Zim!”
“Dib, for interrupting, you will go next,” Ms. Bitters practically hissed. “Now sit down!”
“I want a taco!” Gir yelled, jumped out of Zim’s arms, and ran into an air vent.
“NOOOOOOO! GIR!” Zim yelled and crawled into the vent after him.
“Well, that’s a deduction on his presentation.”
“I have to go after Zim. I’ll bring back his dog and show you all!” Dib headed for the vent, when Ms. Bitters stood in front of him.
“You need a hall pass to leave the classroom.”
~
“Gir! Where are you?” Zim yelled crawling through the maze of a vent. Gir-type laughter seemed to come from every direction, echoing off the walls. His gloved claws squeaked against the metal and his pack rubbed up against the ventilation with every crawl.
~
Dib ran out of the classroom, “If I ever plan to catch that robot before Zim I’ll need to know exactly where he is.” Dib pulled out a mechanical device from his bag. “Luckily my show and tell is a three-dimesional tracker! I will defeat you Zim!” He booted up his device. Icons of himself, Gir and Zim blinked on the screen.
(Okay imagine those tv shows where it shows a bunch of doors and it has the characters running in one door, out another and getting seriously demented through the process, okay now imagine if I was a good enough writer to figure out how to do that and you would get what I wish this paragraph was.)
The little colorful icons moved around the screen and were eaten by the 3-D Pac-man, a remake of an old classic. “The teacher’s voice is stupid,” Gaz muttered to herself playing to keep her mind off the fruity lesson. The roof above her seat collapsed dropping an overjoyed Gir onto her desk.
“Do a little dance,” Gir said before proceeding to break dance on her desk.
“Not you again…” Gaz glared at the little robot.
“Gir!” Zim shouted and climbed out a vent.
“There it is!” Dib shouted running into the room.
The two grabbed one of Gir’s arms and proceeded to have a tug of war back and forth, spitting insults at each other.
Gaz rifled through Dib’s bag.
Dib was the first to lose his grip on Gir.
“Victory for Zim!”
~
The pair walked back in the classroom, Dib scowling in defeat.
“Now to finish my presentation.” Zim smiled cheekily as Dib sat down. “Any questions?”
“Can your dog really talk?” One of the kids asked.
“I’m a ventriloquist!” Gir shouted.
The class cheered, Zim sat down practically beaming.
“Dib, it’s your turn,” Ms. Bitters snapped.
Dib walked up to the front and looked into his bag, there was nothing there but a moth eaten teddy bear. His eyes went wide, and he trembled slightly, muttering to himself, “… Mr. Fuzlee… Gaz.”
“Hurry it up Dib!”
He shakily held up the bear, “This… is Mr. Fuzlee…” His eye twitched as he stared at the ground, bright red.
This particular fanfic starts just as the series ends. I know the series has a total lack in chronological sense, however I will be inducing some manner of timeline later. Do not panic. Basically ifI just did random episodes my head would undoubtedly explode.
If I muck up, tell me. Umm, if there's something I could improve upon please tell me, as these are somewhat a work in progress, I plan on re-writing them once I get a decent amount, and better writing skills.
Hope all you Zim fans enjoy this, THE FIRST POST IN THE FORUM, woot.
Episode 1
Show and Tell of Doom
“Consider the following chemical reactions.” Ms Bitters, held a pointer to a complicated writing on the chalkboard. “Due to the highly reactive nature of the waste you call ‘food’, each and every one of you is liable to combust at any given moment.”
Zim sat in his desk ignoring the teacher’s babbling while going over stick figure plans. “Now, if I could lure Dib using- no that won’t work.” His eraser vigorously rubbed the paper, leaving it crumpled. “Now I need a new plan,” he stroked his chin then with bright eyes began to draw, when his pencil snapped. “Curse you infernal writing tool, you dare defy Zim!”
When Zim looked around, everyone was staring at him. “Heh, heh. I’ll just go sharpen it.” He stood up and walked to the class sharpener.
“Now class,” Ms. Bitters started up again, “tomorrow is Show and Tell, so bring your useless crap to class so we can mock you.” The bell rang, “Now go to lunch!”
Zim remained by the pencil sharpener, his pencil continuously snapping. “Darn piece of inferior Earth trash.”
~
Sitting down, Zim glared at the cafeteria food, but more so at his pencil whilestill muttering under his breath. He stopped staring when a ball of crumpled paper hit his head. Growling he unfurled it:
Show and Tell will be your doom Zim. I shall expose you. Dib.
Zim glared at Dib, only to have another paper ball hit him square between his eyes:
Nothing you could bring could ever be mistaken as human. Dib.
Some kid laughed and took another bite of his food before exploding with a bang, one of his eyeballs falling into the lunch of the kid next to him.
Zim grabbed a piece of paper and began writing his own threat.
Filthy stinking human. Your gigantic head shall b- The pencil broke.
~
“Welcome home son,” the Robo Parents spouted their pre-programmed greeting.
“Gir!” Zim yelled as he got in.
“Yes, my master,” Gir jumped off the couch switching into duty mode.
“Sharpen my,” Zim paused to look at his pencil, “‘HB-2’ to superior Irken standards.”
Gir looked at the pencil with bright eyes, then grabbed it and bit it in half.
“Ugh, Gir!” Zim growled getting back his broken writing instrument.
“I’d do it again!” Gir said happily and stalked off into the kitchen.
Zim threw his broken pencil against the wall before sitting on the couch pondering, his lower teeth jutting out. “I must find some way to ensure that the humans see no abnormalities with whatever I bring to this ‘Show and Tell.’”
The doorbell rang and Gir put on his dog suit before answeringloudly. “Have some salami!” He swiftly shut the door after hitting the human with the large sausage.
“Quiet, Gir! I’m trying to think of the perfect Show and Tell!”
~
Zim marched proudly into the class next day. “Filthy humans!” he looked over the class, “I’m ready for your ‘Show and Tell’.”
“Fine Zim, be the first to humiliate yourself in a desperate attempt to regain your days of kindergarten merriment,” Ms. Bitters said and pulled out a random book.
Zim's arms shot into the air in his victory proclamations, “For you to stare at in amazement to superior show and telling…” he paused for suspense, “My normal Earth dog Gir!”
Zim proudly held forth Gir in his costume, who in turn let out a happy “Hi everybody!”
“Gir! How many times have I told you, normal dogs don’t talk?”
“Oh yeah…” Gir stared off into space.
“SEE! I told you Zim is an alien!” Dib said jumping up and shaking his finger at Zim “I mean, even his dog is green, like him! I told you you’d slip up, Zim!”
“Dib, for interrupting, you will go next,” Ms. Bitters practically hissed. “Now sit down!”
“I want a taco!” Gir yelled, jumped out of Zim’s arms, and ran into an air vent.
“NOOOOOOO! GIR!” Zim yelled and crawled into the vent after him.
“Well, that’s a deduction on his presentation.”
“I have to go after Zim. I’ll bring back his dog and show you all!” Dib headed for the vent, when Ms. Bitters stood in front of him.
“You need a hall pass to leave the classroom.”
~
“Gir! Where are you?” Zim yelled crawling through the maze of a vent. Gir-type laughter seemed to come from every direction, echoing off the walls. His gloved claws squeaked against the metal and his pack rubbed up against the ventilation with every crawl.
~
Dib ran out of the classroom, “If I ever plan to catch that robot before Zim I’ll need to know exactly where he is.” Dib pulled out a mechanical device from his bag. “Luckily my show and tell is a three-dimesional tracker! I will defeat you Zim!” He booted up his device. Icons of himself, Gir and Zim blinked on the screen.
(Okay imagine those tv shows where it shows a bunch of doors and it has the characters running in one door, out another and getting seriously demented through the process, okay now imagine if I was a good enough writer to figure out how to do that and you would get what I wish this paragraph was.)
The little colorful icons moved around the screen and were eaten by the 3-D Pac-man, a remake of an old classic. “The teacher’s voice is stupid,” Gaz muttered to herself playing to keep her mind off the fruity lesson. The roof above her seat collapsed dropping an overjoyed Gir onto her desk.
“Do a little dance,” Gir said before proceeding to break dance on her desk.
“Not you again…” Gaz glared at the little robot.
“Gir!” Zim shouted and climbed out a vent.
“There it is!” Dib shouted running into the room.
The two grabbed one of Gir’s arms and proceeded to have a tug of war back and forth, spitting insults at each other.
Gaz rifled through Dib’s bag.
Dib was the first to lose his grip on Gir.
“Victory for Zim!”
~
The pair walked back in the classroom, Dib scowling in defeat.
“Now to finish my presentation.” Zim smiled cheekily as Dib sat down. “Any questions?”
“Can your dog really talk?” One of the kids asked.
“I’m a ventriloquist!” Gir shouted.
The class cheered, Zim sat down practically beaming.
“Dib, it’s your turn,” Ms. Bitters snapped.
Dib walked up to the front and looked into his bag, there was nothing there but a moth eaten teddy bear. His eyes went wide, and he trembled slightly, muttering to himself, “… Mr. Fuzlee… Gaz.”
“Hurry it up Dib!”
He shakily held up the bear, “This… is Mr. Fuzlee…” His eye twitched as he stared at the ground, bright red.
