Health class project

Chapter 2

 Hey ya'll, sorry it took so long, homework's a pain in my ass. Anyways I hope you enjoy. 

  He sat there internally groaning for about two minutes. Until Zim snapped him out of it, "Dib-stink, when you are done with your mental anguish, perhaps it would be best to start work, with this," he held up their assigned 'baby', "sick joke of a human smeet." Dib groaned, out loud this time. He took the doll from Zim's claws, and cursed everything, ever. The doll, which had two strands of yarn for hair, suspiciously looking like two black antenna. Also had pale cloth for 'skin', and buttons that resembled Dib's own brown-honey eyes. It was like the world was just trying to ruin everything going on that day.

 Dib groaned again, "since you refuse to interact and stop groaning at me, I will be returning home. I forgot to disable Gir, and have no idea what on Irk he may be doing to my base. Zim collected his things, eyeing the doll in Dib's hands before snatching away from him. "You may come to the base tomorrow to begin the pro-ject Dib-beast," Dib watched closely at Zim as he left his room and went down the stairs, carrying the doll gently in one arm. The alien spoke briefly to his sister (who was now sitting in the living room), and then left. He pressed his forehead to the cool wood of the stair-rail, muttering 'at least we have a week to do this'. 

 The morning came down hard on Dib as he slept peacefully, dreaming of one day being a famous scientist. Where everybody was finally recognizing him. His dad was proud, Gaz didn't throw things or yell at him. And Zim was there too, by his side, an arm around his waist, smiling up at him. As he leaned in and- "Ow! What the hell?!" Dib bolted upright, his sister stood in his doorway arms crossed and was tapping one foot on the ground. He looked to the object that his sister had thrown at him, a poorly made dog costume faced him. He listened as she stomped away, he then sighed and rubbed his face. As if he could just sweep the drowsiness away. "Gir, what are you doing here? Did Zim send you?" 

 "Noooo, I though you would want some...WAFFLES!" Gir held up a plate of waffles to his face, and his morning just got worse. So he lied and said he wasn't hungry. So the robot-in-disguise then proceeded to stuff all but half of one waffle into his mouth. "How about noooowww?" Once Dib saw that he wasn't getting out of this , he took the plate and eyed the waffle-half sickly. He raised it off the plate and up to his mouth where he began to take, small, bites. He looked to the robot, and said

 "You know you don't have to wear that around me Gir, I can see that it's uncomfortable." The dog-robot then removed it's ridiculous costume and sat next to Dib on the bed. Once Dib had finished it, he passed back the plate. "That was great, thank you Gir." He climbed off the bed, holding his stomach so there wouldn't be a second course coming up. Trudging over to his dresser, he pulled on a plain blue shirt from one of the drawers, followed by some underwear and pants. He left the room for the bathroom, not really opting to change in front of the goofy robot, no matter how innocent he seemed. 

 When he returned the robot had disappeared, probably back at his masters base. The thought of the green being brought back his dream, it had been such a good dream, but what happened, after he and Zim were leaning closer. A blush rivaling a tomato covered his face, oh. He quickly shook the thought away before he could explore it. And it was at  the top of the stairs that he decided not to watch TV in the living room when he heard Gaz in one of her gamer-rage moments. So he grabbed his backpack, and climbed out of his own window, onto the roof. Of course leaving a note on his door that he went out. He then carefully stalked over to a ladder he had propped up against the back of the house. Going down rung by rung, until he sighed in relief as the ground solidified beneath his two feet, he was never too fond of heights. He started walking towards the aliens house without thinking about it, but when he did, he still kept his path. It wasn't like he had anything better to do. Besides, they did need to begin work on their assignment.

 At Zim's house, the gnome's eyes glowed red in warning, caustically he made his way up the side walk and to the front door. Giving a few quick knocks he waited. It only took a moment to be pulled inside by a hyper active robot, who squealed, pushed him toward the elevator hidden in the trashcan, and ran back to the living room. Dib dismissed it as Gir's usual behavior and went down to the lower levels. Zim was in his monitor room, typing furiously, on a keypad on the desk, and one that only seemed to be a hologram, but looked solid enough with Zim's fast moving claws pushing down on it. Images flew across multiple screens, along with fast, irken writing everywhere. And even if Dib could read Irken, he still wouldn't be able to read it fast enough. 

 "Greetings Dib-monkey, i'm just finishing up some work. You may sit down at the table if you like." A nod of his green head directed him towards a large table with many chairs around it, like a conference table. He sat in the chair next to the one before all the others, and after the sound of some machines powering down, Zim took that head chair. 

 He had placed their 'baby' gently on the table, pulling out their assignment he placed it on the table. Dib had pulled out a pencil, but when he was about to write his name in the name slot, he saw that Zim had already written both their names. In pen. He offered to write the rest, seeing as Zim's English was a little sloppy. Since Zim's name was first, he asked him what he wanted his 'job' to be. Zim seemed to smile at that and- wait, smile?- typed something into a built-in keyboard on the table. A 3D holograph formed in front of it. A full scale model of a space-ship, then a car, and so many more rushed past in seconds before fading into nothing. "Engineer," was the only word spoken for a few minutes after that. On his side, he wrote the most obvious answer. "Paranormal Investigator? I do not see why, you already know that aliens exist. And I can surely tell you that there is no 'Huge feet'." Dib glared at him for a bit.

 "Big Foot, and what matters is that everyone else knows. To protect them from being abducted and conquered by, say, Irkens?" Zim sighed and tutted him, "Dib-thing, you know as well as I do that I no longer have any interest in this filthy mud-ball. Its race offers me nothing that I want." Zim's red ruby gaze slid up and down on him. "Almost nothing."

 Oohh, what's gonna happen? I don't really know yet, but sleep is calling me. Farewell until next time.