ZaDr One-Shots

Punk Rawk Show

What's up guys! Figured I should make a real quick authors note. First off, you guys should totally listen to the song I attached. It's awesome!

Second off, just to clarify, this is an AU of sorts. It should explain itself, but I just wanted to let you guys know. Ok, see you at the bottom!

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Another boring day at my  school. Well, I guess I should say skool. After all, our staff is so dumb, no one cares that they misspelled school on the sign hanging in the front. But that didn't exactly matter to me, because I had one thing on my mind- The concert tonight.

See, every night, a bunch of us highschoolers put on a concert in the school library. I know right, a concert in a library? Isn't that kinda taboo?

Heck yeah it is, and it's pretty freaking awesome. It's so ironic and amusing that it's the perfect venue.

Anyways, quite a few of us come perform there once a week. There's a few kids who cover obnoxious pop songs, or play dubstep remixes they made, but most of us play original songs, typically in the genres of Rap rock, Metal, and, in the case of my band, Punk.

What was my band? Why, it was only Mothman, the coolest band ever! I was our guitarist, as well as our lead singer. Tak, the girl with the short purple hair and multiple piercings? She was our bassist, and backup vocalist. Who's that redhead setting up his keyboard? That's Keef, our pianist. We hadn't found a drummer yet though, that was the one problem with our band. Right now we were just using the drum beat on Keef's keyboard, but it felt so wrong. We needed real live drums, not canned drums.

But none the less, we were ready to hit the stage.

"You ready, freak?" Tak smirked.

"Heck yeah." I replied.

We took the stage, much to the lack of approval of our audience. One person seemed to lack a burning desire to throw waded balls of homework at us though, sitting in the middle of the crowd, pierced eyebrows wide with joy. He seemed a little weird, after all, he did kinda look like an alien wearing a bad disguise, what with his green skin, black pompadour, and lack of ears and nose, but it was nice that we had a fan now. Even if he was an alien. And he was kinda cute. In a weird way.

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I don't know why Skoodge drug me to this thing. It's just a bunch of stupid human teenagers singing.

"Trust me, Zim. All the pop star wannabes tend to go first. The good stuff is later in the show." Skoodge smiled.

So 'later in the show' as Skoodge put it, The music started getting better. That's when they came out. A group of people so immensely cool, that all other groups were like Coldplay when compared to them.

"Who are they?" I asked Skoodge.

"Oh them? They're Mothman. Kinda cool. They don't have a drummer tough, so they play canned drums, which kinda makes it sound sad."

I got lost in the music, and didn't even notice the boo-ing people in the crowd. But the thing that intrigued me even more was their guitar player. His jet black hair flew with every head bang, porcelain skin gleaming under the lights. No, scratch that. He didn't move with the music: It moved with him. It swayed with his black trenchcoat, moved with his feet, it followed every emotion expressed with his pierced lips. It was almost perfect. But it needed something more. It needed a beat. That's when I remembered what I had been doing ever since I got here, the one thing that calmed me down when I got mad at the world- Drumming.

They needed a drummer? I might as well lend my services.

I picked up on the rhythm coming from the keyboard, pulled my drumsticks out of my backpack, and began to hit the table in front of me. It wasn't my best drumming in the world, but it was better than nothing. Suddenly, the lead singer looked at me, stopping the music.

"Hey, Keef, pull the cloth off the drum set." He commanded, voice as smooth as silk.

The drum set was magnificent. Far superior to the one I owned. The lead singer held his hand out to me, offering to pull me onto the stage. I obliged, sparks flowing through my arm from his rough callused hands.

"What's your name?" He asked, blushing slightly.

"Zim." I stuttered.

"Well Zim," He laughed, patting the chair at the drums, "Why don't you really show us what you've got? By the way, my name's Dib."

I sat down at the drums, nerves flowing through me. Calm down. Let the music flow through you.

I began drumming, keeping the same beat as before. I felt whole, like I was finally a part of something on this wretched Earth. When the song finished, I looked up to see the crowd cheering, and Dib with his mouth wide open.

"Did I do a good job?" I asked, dumbfounded by everyone's reaction.

Dib ran up to me, grabbed me by the sides of my face, and kissed me on the lips. It was a shock, but a good one.

"Yes, Zim. You did a good job." The purple haired girl spat.

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Yo! What'd you think? I think I quite like this AU, Punk Zim and Dib.

Anyways, let me know if you have any sort of requests. Thanks!