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zims-left-shoe · 4 years ago

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Dance of Doom (Zim x Female Reader)

LMAO I edited the title on mobile and the ENTIRE fic deleted itself but luckily I still have a og copy somewhere

"Hey, Sara-”

"Absolutely not, Dib. There is no way I would go to prom with you, even if you were the last person on Earth." With a final swish of her long blue hair, Sara walked away, leaving Dib to stand there with his finger still in the air, eyes slowly narrowing in disappointment.

"I was just trying to borrow a pencil." He sighed, sitting back down at his table. Naturally, he was the only one there. All the other students wanted to be nowhere near him, for fear of the contagiousness of his supposed craziness. From the other almost completely empty table on the other side of the room, a green boy sat, calculating eyes not leaving Dib for a second. Despite the years that had gone by, Dib was still hated by all of his classmates. But, there was one student in particular who hated his guts more than anyone. Said student rose from his own seat, meandering over to Dib, trying to look casual.

"Dib-stink. What is this...prom...that everyone is speaking of?" Both gloved hands gripped the table desperately.

"You're kidding, right?" After seeing the intense expression not fading from his enemy's face, Dib looked to him incredulously. "Zim, you've been in high school for almost three years now! How do you not know?"

"Silence! You will tell Zim all he wants to know about this...prom." Zim's eyes narrowed to almost slits as he leaned closer to Dib, trying his best to intimidate him. Sure, he had grown a bit. But that was only because he devised a serum to increase his height once others were beginning to grow suspicious that he wasn't hitting his growth spurt. He still wasn't tall by any means, only barely reaching 5'7" in his heeled Irken soldier boots.

"Fine, whatever. It's this stupid school dance that upper classman get to go to if they can find a date."

"Is this date required to be admitted?" The Irken was intrigued. He had been in a bit of an evil plan block recently, so any event was something he would consider.

"Well, no, you can go with friends, but last time I checked, you don't have any of those either." Dib snickered, only to earn a swift kick in the shin. "Oh, and I guess there's that whole prom king and queen thing. That shit's stupid." Dib looked bored, just waiting for the lunch bell to ring.

"King?" There was a new gleam in Zim's eyes, and behind them a plan was already forming.

Yes, if I can become king, then I can finally rule this school with an iron fist. And then the earth! He thought, letting the beginnings of maniacal laughter slip out.

"Tch. You need a queen to be king, genius. Good luck finding one of those. You're just as hated as I am!" Just after his final word, the bell rang, announcing that lunch was upon them. Dib snatched up his things, leaving Zim standing at the table with his thoughts.

"Oh, I think you'll be quite surprised, Dib-stink. I have the perfect candidate in mind." More maniacal laughter followed his words, a plan brewing.

(more under the cut)

Truth was, Dib did have a friend. One single friend who didn't think he was crazier than your local crackhead. That friend just happened to be you. You believed in all of the spooks he ranted and raved about. You were new to the school this year, and although you had only been friends since September, by April you had already been on several adventures together. Many of those adventures revolved around Zim, your alien classmate who was trying, and let's face it, failing to take over the planet. You knew what he was from day one, your suspicions being confirmed when you snuck into his base one night with Dib.

Now, although you would consider Dib your best friend, you had very different attitudes when it came to Zim. Dib viewed him as an evil space creature that needed to be annihilated. You, on the other hand, saw him as virtually harmless. He got in his own way constantly, so you didn't think there was much to worry about. Why not have some fun with him? It's not very often you get the chance to kick it with a being from beyond. Dib, however, would never let you befriend him. As you carried your lunch, on your way to your usual table with the Membrane kids, you were pulled from your thoughts by colliding with someone in front of you. Luckily, your food was still clutched in your hands.

"Geez, I'm really sorry. I was spacing out."

"It's quite alright, Dib-Slave." Zim showed you a sharp-tooth smile, and you were having trouble deciphering if it was genuine or not.

"I have a name, you know. And I'm not Dib's slave, I'm his friend."

"There's a difference?" The alien legitimately seemed confused by this notion. You sighed, trying to step around him. "WAIT!!" Zim screamed, grabbing you by the arm as you were walking past him. You whipped your head around, a slightly panicked look on your face.

"What?!"

"This...prom-dance-thing. It is Saturday, correct?" You quirked an eyebrow, not sure you were liking where this was going.

"Yes?"

"Excellent." A wicked grin spread on his face, his clawed hand not releasing your arm. "You will be Zim's date." You couldn't help the laughter that escaped you.

"I thought you were supposed to ask people to prom, not tell them to prom." After laughing some more, you shook his arm free. "No. Now, maybe if you ask me, I'll consider it. See ya, Zim." You left Zim behind to mutter Irken curses under his breath, weaving through the lunch crowd to sit down across from Dib.

"What took you so long?" His eyebrow was raised as he fixed you with a suspicious glance.

"Yeah, the craziest thing just happened. Zim asked me to prom. Well, more like demanded me to go with him, but obviously I said no." Taking a spoonful of the disgusting substance this school called food and putting it in your mouth, you watched Dib's expression morph from confused to panicked.

"I knew it! He's up to something. I just don't know what." His hand instinctively clenched into a fist, gears in his mind turning to figure out a strategy to stop him.

"Maybe he just wants to go and knows I'm the only other loser here besides you." You chuckled, brushing a few stray strands of hair behind your ear.

"Just look at him!" Turning around to see what Dib was gesturing at, you were greeted by the sight of Zim furiously typing on some alien device, then scratching notes on another. After a few more moments of this, he stood up and left the cafeteria.

"Okay, so maybe it is a bit suspicious. But when has Zim ever succeeded at anything? I'm sure it's fine." After a beat of silence, you tapped Dib to get his attention. "You know, going to prom might not be so bad." A slight smile graced your face, hoping your prompt had landed. That maybe, just maybe-

"You're joking. I mean, prom with Zim? He definitely has some sort of agenda, and-"

"Christ, take the hint, Dib." You muttered, decidedly not hungry anymore. Dropping your uneaten garbage in the trash, you walked out of the cafeteria. However, it seemed you had someone waiting for you. "Oh, great, you're back." Not only was Zim standing in the hallway staring at you expectantly, GIR was sitting next to him, dog suit and all.

"Dib-Slave! Er, I mean, Y/n!" The Irken waved frantically, hoping you would approach him. Deciding that you had nothing better to do, you allowed your feet to lead you to the terribly disguised alien.

"What now?" You groaned, just wanting to mourn the stupidity of your best friend in peace.

"You said I must ask, not tell. So, Zim has prepared something very special for you. Be honored!" You felt a chill run down your spine. Whenever Zim said he had something special for anyone, it usually ended in pain and misery. Zim made a motion of pulling something out from behind his back, and you screwed your eyes shut, preparing for something horrible. A loud cannon sound echoed through the hallway, causing you to jump, but your body soon relaxed as all you felt was something like flower petals raining down on you. You peeled your eyes open to the sight of rose petals strewn everywhere on the ground, GIR's head open and filled with more of them. You took another glance around, watching GIR grabbing petals and stuffing them into his mouth, eating them.

"They taste like marshmallow!!" The tiny robot screamed, although you doubted that to be true. Raising your eye level, you saw Zim holding a sign, smiling proudly.

"Will you be the schneeblywoop to my zeegleblorp?" You read aloud, not having anything clarified. "I have no idea what that means." You had a hard enough time trying to decipher Zim's terrible handwriting without all of the unknown space knowledge.

"It doesn't translate very well from Irken." Zim mumbled, looking to GIR for help as he shuffled his feet.

"Tell her how you feel!" GIR whispered, although it was more of a quiet yell.

"Oh, this should be good." You smirked, ready for Zim to scream about how useless and stinky you were, and then he would eventually get all frustrated and run away.

"Human, you are much less disgusting than every other wormchild in this PITIFUL excuse for an academy. And while Dib is annoying, you are, erm, tolerable." He played with his fingers, not enjoying the position he was in.

"Okay, well if that's all, I'll be leaving-"

"NO! I mean, uh...there is more!" He looked borderline desperate at this point, every feature on his face pleading with you. Obviously he really wanted to you accompany him to the prom for whatever reason. "You saw through my INGENIOUS disguise right away, which proves your intelligence. Consider yourself honored, you have impressed an Irken elite." GIR shoved him in the leg, letting him know that was not the thing to say. He jumped, switching tracks immediately. "I mean! I would be..." Zim exhaled through gritted teeth. "...honored..." He grumbled, as if acting humble to anyone but his Tallest was a chore. "...if you would be my lovepig at prom."

"Lovepig…?" Your expression was mixed, surprised that he was trying this hard, because, for Zim, this was definitely trying, but also slightly offended that he called you his lovepig.

"DATE!! I mean date." He waved his hands frantically, throwing the sign down. "Please?" Dropping down on his knee, he kneeled at your feet. He really wanted this bad. Plus, he almost never said please.

On one hand, there was the fact that he was an alien hellbent on destroying mankind (although he was very, very bad at it), but on the other, it's not like you had a date. You thought back to your subtle yet failed attempt to get Dib to ask you to the dance, and had your answer. Why not? Besides, a horrible half-baked plan for doom might be fun.

"Fine, Zim. I'll go to prom with you." Zim seemed beyond pleased with your answer, jumping up from the floor immediately.

"YES! VICTORY FOR ZIM!" He pumped his fists in the air, a grin spread wide on his face.

"Yeah, sure, whatever. Just pick me up at seven on Saturday." Had you made a mistake? It was quite possible. You supposed this meant you had to scramble up some clothes by the end of the week.

"Computer! Tell me all that you can find on this Earth event, prom." Zim sat down in his base, red bug eyes gazing intently at the humongous monitor above him. The computer sighed heavily.

"Do I have to?"

"Yes!" The Irken hissed, antennae flattening against his head in irritation.

"Fine. Prom. An Earthling high school formal dance where boys typically wear tuxes and girls wear dresses. There's no point in it really, just something supposed to promote fun. There's also a king and a queen, usually a couple, that are voted on by the school."

"Yes! And once Y/n and I get voted king and queen, we will rule the world!"

"Um, I don't think that-"

"I must find fitting attire! Thank you for your service, computer!!" Without listening to whatever reason the computer was attempting to speak, Zim shot up to get clothing from who knows where.

Ripping a brush through your h/l h/c hair for the final time, you took another look in the mirror. Your dress wasn't fancy, in actuality it wasn't fitting for a formal event at all. It was a simple f/c skater dress, but at least it had pockets. You were sure that Zim knew nothing about prom, and wouldn't be surprised if he showed up in his Irken invader uniform as he did everyday. You didn't have much more time to wonder as the doorbell rang, sending you flying down the stairs, calling a quick goodbye to your parent(s). Opening the door revealed a sight you thought you would never see. Zim stood on your doorstep, clad in a dark pink suit jacket and matching pants, a black tie tied around the collar of a lighter pink dress shirt. He thrust a small bouquet of flowers into your arms, and almost immediately you were suspicious. Sniffing them showed that they were not poisonous, which you had sort of expected. They were normal, untampered with, earth flowers.

"Who are you and what have you done with Zim?" You spoke cautiously, still following him down the sidewalk regardless.

"Silly Dib-Slave. I am Zim!" He looked like he just suddenly remembered something. "I mean, Y/n!"

"Right. This is just...so not like you."

"What are you talking about? Of course this is most definitely like me!" Zim just seemed to take notice of your appearance as well.

"You look..." He trailed off, and you rolled your eyes.

"What? Adequate? Sufficient? Not as stinky as I could be?" You were preparing for this to be a long night, already bracing for whatever jabs would be thrown your way.

"Pretty. I was going to say pretty." His tone wasn't exaggerated, or strained to any degree. He seemed genuine, or as genuine as Zim could get.

"Oh. Thank you." You cursed yourself for the warmth you felt rise to your cheeks. "You're not so bad yourself." After walking in silence for a bit, Zim was the first to speak again.

"So...I know this is a dance, but what are dates supposed to do at prom? Like, specifically." The alien looked to you expectantly, hoping for answers.

"Do you not have dances on your home planet?" Quickly looking around for any eavesdroppers, Zim shook his head.

"Not really.”

"Okay, well...obviously you dance, but usually the pair that goes together does...I don't know, couple stuff."

"Couple stuff?" The Irken wore a mask of confusion.

"Yeah, like..." You took hold of Zim's hand, intertwining your fingers with his own. He just about jumped out of his own skin. You let go, wondering if you had offended him. That gesture could have been a war instigation on Irk for all you knew.

"I didn't say let go." He grumbled as he swiped your hand up again, eyes trained on the sidewalk. The rest of the walk was mostly quiet, with some small talk and jokes being cracked here and there, mostly about nonsense. Surprisingly, Zim could be quite humorous when he wanted to be.

Once you had stepped inside after paying for tickets (which Zim complained about), the situation you were in finally began to sink in. Normally, schools would rent out some other building to hold prom in, but your particular school had zero funding for the school activities department, or so the staff said, so it was being held in the gym. Everything was dark, save for a few lights with thin colored paper over them to try and create some ambiance. There was a snack table with punch, but you were a bit afraid to try anything considering what the lunches were like. The punch didn't look horrible, save for the strange bright purple hue. Now that you thought about it, it would be better suited as a substance in Zim's lab than a drink at a school dance. There were several students dancing, groups of friends and couples included. The music was loud, and the students were thrashing about wildly, some dancing and leaving zero room for Jesus.

"That's dancing?" Zim asked, his tone filled with both wonder and disgust as he pointed a single claw to the mass of teenagers grinding on each other.

"Welcome to American public high school." You sighed, cringing as the collective horniness was almost palpable. "But no, see?" You gestured to some kids on the fringes dancing to the music as normally as you could ask for.

"Hmm, yes...let's dance! Since that is what normal human worm babies do at these functions."

"You know, it would really help if you wouldn't refer to all humans with weird names." A sigh slipped past your lips as he dragged you to the dance floor, on the edges with the tamer kids.

"Ugh, gross, Zim's here. Let's go." The group of teens that had been gathered dispersed, some moving closer to the epicenter of the dance pit and others to snacks.

"You should be honored to dance near Zim!" Your date screamed after them as you simply shook your head.

"Forget them. We're just here to have fun."

"Yes of course. And also to take the crown and rule over this place of filth as king with you as my slightly less mighty queen!" He began cackling at the top of his lungs, earning looks from a few, but most didn't even bat an eye, as they were used to it.

"What? Oh, you must be talking about prom king and queen." Your words were broken up by your own laughter. "That will never happen. That shit's a popularity contest, and last time I checked, everyone hates us."

"Says you. Everyone loves us!" As if to prove his point, Zim waved to Torque Smacky who was dancing with Jessica. "Hello, Smacky!"

"Go die, you green freak!" He called back, moving deeper into the mass of children to disappear from Zim's view.

"See? My Tallest say that to me all the time, and they love me!" A grin split his face, and you couldn't help but smile too.

"Yeah, okay, whatever you say." Before you knew it, the two of you were dancing together in your own little corner of the dance floor that everyone else seemed to evacuate. Zim was doing strange little jigs that GIR had most likely taught him, while you were more swaying to the beat of music and moving your feet in time. To your utter amazement, Zim seemed to be having the time of his life.

A bright and exciting song faded out, and the song that faded in was slow and mellow, the couples around you already joining together and swaying to the music.

"Um..." Zim stopped dead in his tracks, unsure how to proceed. You hadn't slow danced much, but you felt okay about bullshitting your way through it.

"If you want to skip it, it's fine. There's always that punch back there that's probably just Kool-Aid mixed with rat poison." A giggle fell from your lips, and Zim seemed to perk up.

"No! Zim shall conquer this...uh..."

"Slow dance."

"DANCE OF SLOWNESS!"

"Riiigghht." He shuffled closer to you, staring at you and looking as if he was doing complex math equations in his head. "Ugh, here." You took his hands and placed them on your waist, hooking your arms lazily around his neck. He was incredibly tense, his fingers digging harshly into your skin. "Loosen up, would you?" You winced in pain until he lightened up with his hands.

"Now what?"

"Now you just...you know."

"No, I really don't-" Cursing under your breath, you took the lead, slowly swaying with him like the other couples. "This is what qualifies on Earth as dancing?"

"I guess. It's kind of boring, isn't it?" You asked, finally making eye contact with him for the first time since the song started. "You can move closer. I don't bite."

"I knew that." Zim shuffled closer. Now there was barely any space between you, although it never seemed to get awkward.

"Well, I guess I can scratch dancing with an alien off of my bucket list."

"Dib-stink is missing out." Zim smirked, seeming proud of himself. Now that you thought about it, you were having much more fun with Zim than you thought you would with Dib. No offense to your friend, but if you brought him, he would have been solely focused on whatever Zim was, is, or would be scheming. Zim had even appeared to have forgotten about whatever his obsession was with prom king, and gave the impression of being fairly distracted by you.

"You know, I actually am having a surprisingly good time."

"Yes, yes, Zim is great." Despite the words themselves being supercilious, his tone was quite passive. For once, his massive ego didn't seem to matter to him. The soft melodies of the slow song faded out, the energized tunes resuming once more. You brought your arms back to your sides, waiting for Zim to take his back as well. A few more seconds passed by until your staring appeared to register with him. He quickly removed his hands, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"Don't worry about it." You dismissed his very out of character nervous behavior and began to dance again, the Irken following suit.

A boy approached the two of you with a paper on a clipboard, pen in hand. "Hey, do you guys want to put your names on the ballots for-"

"SILENCE, STINK BEAST! Can't you see that we're having, what's the word...FUN?!" You couldn't help but laugh. You did feel sorry for the kid, he was just trying to do his job, whatever it was.

"Okay, sorry! I guess you guys don't want to be on the ballots for king and queen."

"BEGONE WITH YOU!" Zim violently shooed the boy away, who ran screaming towards the snack table. Clearly, Zim was not listening to what the kid was saying. Perhaps he changed his mind about the whole thing after all.

After some more dancing, the king and queen were announced, and while those who got it were irrelevant to Zim, he was still pissed. You decided to drag him outside before he hurt someone, most likely himself on accident.

"Argh! Stupid human popularity!" Zim kicked at nothing as the two of you stood outside the school in the dark, a light breeze blowing. You sighed, leaning against the wall of the building. For a minute there, you saw someone who wasn't just some evil alien invader. You saw someone who you thought was having genuine fun. All it took was one look at your disappointed expression. "Don't make that face. It makes my insides feel all...squelchy." Zim decided that the best way to cheer you up was to start rambling. "Don't be sad, soldier. I know being the absolute rulers of the filth hole would have been great, but perhaps they aren't deserving of our GREATNESS! Besides, on the bright side, I think I have a new mission! I already tried to study human courtship a long time ago with Tak, and it went horribly, but that was only because she was secretly an Irken bent on eradicating me. But, maybe it's time to..." Zim trailed off, which was quite alright with you considering you had stopped listening the second he had called you soldier. He had his eyes trained on the many couples walking out since the dance had just officially ended. A few were saying goodbye and walking in separate directions, but before departing, many would plant a kiss on the other's cheek. Zim seemed to be fascinated by this.

"Sorry, you were saying?" You doubted he said anything important, but you figured it would be rude if you didn't at least ask. However, you received no response. You continued to stare forward, about to call it a night, when you felt a strange sensation on your cheek. It almost felt like Zim's weird little alien tongue licking your cheek. It was gone as quickly as it presented itself, so you turned your head to look at the alien beside you.

"What? That's what they're doing! It's NORMAL." He was getting all defensive, huffing and crossing his arms, puffing his cheeks out as if pouting. You giggled, shaking your head a bit. He meant well. He really did.

"I think it's more like this." You pressed your lips quickly to his cheek, pulling away twice as fast. He blinked rapidly, then shook his head as if trying to reboot his brain.

"U-Uh, yes! Thank, thank you, Y/n! I will note that." He coughed once into his hand, staring out and just above your head. "Good work.”

"What, no Dib-Slave?"

"No Dib-Slave." You smiled, because although he wasn't looking at you directly, he wasn't insulting you, or trying to destroy the earth. He was just...being himself. An absolute dork, yes, but himself. Not Invader Zim. Just...Zim. Crazy, stupid, Zim.

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krizaland · 5 years ago

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Zim x Reader/ Dib x Reader Chapter 2

First Chapter

Thank you so much for waiting! Now Tumblr was being an ass and ate my laST draft. So I had to write this in a word doc then paste them here. So sorry if the formatting is weird.

Now onto:

CHAPTER TWO!!

“I love this show!” GIR smiled as the playback begun.

“INITIATING PLAYBACK OF RECORDING ONE!” The computer bellowed as the monitor crackled to life.

A familiar looking boy with a strangely large head cautiously approached you.

“Y/N? Is that really you?” Dib asked anxiously.

“Dib?! Oh my gosh! I haven’t seen you since elementary skool!” You squealed as you pulled him into a tight hug.

“Y/N! It really is you!” Dib’s eyes filled with joyful tears as he returned the hug.

“Hey wait a minute. I thought you moved away because your dad got a job in a different city. What are you doing back?” Dib eyes you suspiciously as he pulled away from the hug.

“Well my dad got fired from that job so we had to move back.” You admitted as you rubbed the back of your head.

“That makes sense. Sorry I guess...but at least I have my best friend back!” Dib cheered.

“I know! I’ve missed you so much! I remember how we used to go hunting for aliens together!” You giggled.

“Well...What if I told you that I found a real alien this time?” Dib asked nervously as he gave you a hopeful look.

“Wait. You’re still into aliens after all these years?” You asked as you tilted your head to this side.

“Paranormal Investigation is a lifestyle,Y/N! Anyway, I’ve found a real alien! His name is Zim and he goes to this Skool! He wears a terrible human disguise but he’s so obviously an alien-ACK!”

FWUMP!

Dib’s rant was cut short by his face kissing the ground.

“Do not listen to the Dib stink! The filthy boy is full of LIES! I am a perfectly normal human worm baby. I am just as inferior and smelly as everyone else.” Zim denied as he stood in front of Dib.

Zim eyed you as he spoke. He definitely seemed to like what he saw. Despite being human, something about your E/C eyes and the look of shock on your face seemed to captivate him.

Zim’s trance was cut short by the feeling of your hand colliding with his left hip.

SWOOSH!

You shoved Zim aside and shot him the most fiery death glare he had ever seen in his life.

That look of pure rage caused Zim’s emotions to swirl like a hurricane. Alongside sheer terror, Zim felt something indescribable.

His squeedlysplooch felt like it was tied up in knots and left burning in the rain. Despite how painful the feeling felt, Zim strangely liked it. All Zim could do was sit in shock for a moment before finally regaining his composure.

“HEY! How dare you push Zim?!” Zim spluttered out as the enchantment wore off.

You paid Zim no more attention as you rushed to Dib’s side.

“Dib! Oh my gosh! Are you ok?!” You yelped as you crouched down next to him.

“Ugh...I think so...” Dib groaned as he slowly lifted his head off the ground.

Dib coughed up some dirt as he struggled to get up off the ground.

“Need some help?” You offered as you held out your hand.

“Yeah...Thanks,Y/N!” Dib smiles as he took your hand.

After peeling Dib off the ground you turned your attention back to Zim.

If looks could kill, Zim would’ve been a corpse before he hit the floor.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve to push someone around like that!” You snapped as you stormed over towards Zim.

“Hey! You pushed me too!” Zim grumbled meekly as he folded his arms.

“That’s only because you pushed my best friend first!” You retorted as you narrowed your eyes.

Zim snorted as he let out an evil giggle. The giggle gradually morphed into a chuckle. Zim’s laugh slowly became louder and louder before erupting into full on maniacal laughter.

“What’s so funny?!” You snarled as you folded your arms.

“The Dib stink actually having a friend! HA! That won’t last long when you learn how much he loves to spread lies.” Zim sneered as he wiped away a tear.

“If Dib is lying, then why are you acting so defensive?” You teased as a smug grin spread across your face.

“INSOLENT FOOL HUMAN! I don’t like it when people spread lies about me.” Zim snarled as snapped a finger into your face.

“ ‘Insolent fool human?’ Yeah that doesn’t sound like something an alien would say at all.” You mocked sarcastically.

“HA! Your only friend has been turned against you, Dib-Stink! NOW WALLOW IN YOUR MISERABLE LONELY EXISTENCE!” Zim cackled as he raised his arms in the air.

“I was being sarcastic. You’re definitely an alien.” You scoffed as you rolled your eyes.

“Huh?! LIES!! DON’T LET THE FOOL BOY DECIVE YOU!!” Zim roared as he grabbed you by your shirt collar.

“You have five seconds to let go of me before I make you wish you never came to this planet” you growled. Your words dripped with venom as you spoke.

“And just what will you do if I don’t release you?�� Zim countered as his grip tightened.

He felt the same burning sensation in his squeedlysplooch as he pulled you closer. Your face was just inches from his. Normally, Zim hated having a human so close to him but you? You were different. Despite the rage that oozed from your face, Zim couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“One. Two. Three.” You counted slowly. Your voice growling angrier and angrier with each number that left your lips.

Fear snapped Zim out of his trance the moment you started your sinister countdown. However his claws were still clutching your shirt. He didn’t want to let go of you but he also didn’t want to know what horrors you’d inflict upon him if he kept holding on.

“Four.”

“Ok ok! Zim shall release you just this once!” Zim yelped as he dropped you to the ground.

PLOP!

You fell flat on your backside. After peeling yourself off the ground, you looked ready to rip Zim limb from limb.

Zim’s face paled as sweat begun to pour down his face. This was it. This terrifying yet alluring human was about to destroy his every last cell. He had failed his mission! All was lost! Zim squeezed his eyes shut as he braced himself for his inevitable doom.

Before you could annihilate Zim, Dib’s voice piped up.

“Face it, Zim! You’re outnumbered now! With Y/N by my side, your reign of terror will be finally put to an end!” Dib announced dramatically.

As much as you wanted to destroy Zim, you didn’t want to deprive Dib of living out his childhood dream of exposing a real alien.

“I’m sparing you this time, Zim. Only because I want your body to be intact so it can be dissected.” You snarled as you walked back to Dib.

Once Zim realized you weren’t going to kill him, his eyes snapped open.

“Ha! Zim will not be dissected, sad little Earth monkeys! You both shall fail and when you do, I will be there, laughing at your pitiful failure!” Zim cackled.

“Oh Zim. Maybe you didn’t know this but I always get the last laugh.” You scoffed, “C’mon, Dib let’s get class over with so we can fight this alien menace!”

“This is the best day of my life!” Dib squealed as he followed you to class.

“Laugh now, mesmerizing human but I shall be the one who’ll get the last laugh!” Zim hissed as he let out another evil laugh.

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