#anywyas... have a zim

[ghostorbz]

And why he toing oute 😂

[teddy-feathers]

It was in a miserable city where it rained all the time that Zim ended up going to college in. Thankfully he had invented wpf 100+ sometime in his youth and often found the water no more an irritant than the rest of earths populace.

Do not think that because he had learned better how to 'blend in' or that his camouflage included active study that he had forgotten his main goal of world domination! No he was merely making use of their resources, learning their ways, stealing their knowledge of best how to rule them!

... He was an average student.

The classes were much the same as they had been back at his younger years skool. No ome seemed to notice that his skin was green, though he had long sense learned that was not a typical color humans came in, and the only comments his contacts garnered was that he had large honest eyes. Apparently the shine of light across plastic lent him an air of sincerity.

He lived at the collage, better able to observe the socialization of humans his own age, though he did not deign to participate. He was a loner, a king amongst men, a -

An Outcast.

He did not need them. He did not need anyone. Gir had stayed home of course as he always did when Zim went to school, and his personal annoyance had gotten into a nerd school for absolute nerds and losers across town. No one was here to distract Zim as he mastered the education needed to rise up from inside the human condition and crush it.

It was.... not lonely, never lonely! Just.... Acording to human wisdom, every project needed a rubber duck - a sounding board to work out the trivial absurdities that crept in and made things, well explode in his face.

As both of his usual ducks were not in a row, he needed a new one.

So it was quite genius of him really to get knocked out of a window by one of his classmates. As he hang there from a ledge thirty stories up, devious mind trying to find the best way to turn this to his advatage as a socializing master, the girl lept into action, diving out the window above him.

She, with her weak inferior hands could not grasp the window ledge anymore than he had, and began to slide down the building... albeit with far more grace and intention than his almost panicked struggle for purchase.

The rain made the side ofnthe building slick, but when she pulled up beside him, the arm gaurds under her hoodie stuck with no sign of trouble or effort, keeping her from going past.

That reminded him of his Pak, and he engaged his robotic legs to come out grab the side of the building for him.

"So you're one too?" The girl squawked in the horribly limited human tongue.

"Of course I am." He scoffed superiorly. Obviously he wqs an alien. And while perhaps her camouflage was more discrete his - irken that is - technology was obviously vastly better than what her race provided. Or she failed to improve upon it the way the tallest expected of their people. "And a much better one than you." He adds smugly.

She didn't seem offended though - infact she looked at him in a way that made him almost cringe away from her. In awe? With respect? It was so unlike his usual interactions with humans that it felt. Odd. Unsafe.... like a trap.

"Zim...." Came the dry, almost always tired now, familiar voice. As much as a relief from the girls gaze as a break in the weather would have been. He looks up at Dib, who's head was stuck out the window to look down upon him, and as that always bothered him Zim quickly climbed back up the side of the building and back into his classroom. "What were you doing out in the rain? And why are you not burning?"

The classroom was empty now, except for the two of them and the girl who was less elegantly climbing in the window behind zim. "Foolish Dib, I do not have to tell you the secrets to my success."

It was, as their conversations went, a mild comment but the exhausted looking human boy sagged, sighed, and rubbed his face. "Fine, whatever."

The girl slips up beside Zim, making him flinch backat as she brushes his side, and steps defensively between the two of them. "Are you a superhero like us?" She challenges Dib.

Dib looks perplexed and then a little bit of life and color return to his face as he processes what she said. "A super- he's an Alien!"

So... The girl wasn't an alien? A good thing this misunderstanding had gone no farther like it would have when he was young. He would not have liked to test the strenght of his wpf on constant midnight trips into the rain to search for crime. The girl blinks at him and Zim pulls out his contacts and removes his wig.

Very obviously a muvh superior race than human.

"An Alien?" The girl repeats, only to turn slowly to look at the now reveled Zim. "You are an Alien!" She jumps back away from him, her 'us against them' stance changing allegiance to Dib who rolls his eyes.

At times like these Zim wished that gesture translated better to irken physiology. He too wanted to roll his eyes.

"That makes you the bad guy!" She continues.

"Bent on world domination." Dib agrees "Look, as nice as it is to see someone else for a change freak out about Zim," He points at the alien in question. "Your dog is in my room and refuses to leave."

blah blah blah anywyas this was my dream last night andni blame the invader zim content on my dash.