Zadr (Zim x Dib)

Human: Part 4

Dib's P.O.V
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[Document 27, Date: Unknown:
 
     The test subject is at stable conditions, after two months of whining, scowling, and sleeping, the subject, Zim, is able to walk.  He is very squeamish lately, mostly due to the lack of activity for a long period of time.  But what should I do with him? If I take him for a walk he will sure to escape, but I just can't keep him here forever. 
  His skin has turned into a normalish color, it actually looks normal to the point where he could use the excuse of a skin condition.  Actually no, he now does look almost human, just need contacts and he's normal. I need to stop writing useless things on my documents. 
  Anyway, lately, Zim has been looking down, grunting in what either can be seen as frusteration/agony, or sadness.  He hasn't been responding immediately to his name being called, and been acting sluggish.  He seems out if it, or has lack of a will, or possibly vitamin D.  I need to do something to cheer him up...]

I kept sketching and writing in my documents while examining Zim, who was sitting up and looking oustide, out of my window. 

"Could you stop that irritating and continuous noise?  It's horrendous!  And stop staring at me! It's making me uncomfortable."  Zim crossed his arms and glared at me.

I set my pen and paper down, and did so as he wished. 

"So, Zim..."

"What?  Hurry up and say it!"

"Would you like to go shopping?"  I said.  I was used to his snappy behavior.

Zim looked at me with a shocked and confused emotion.  It soon turned to skepticism.

"Is that some sort of human slang were as to kill me?!  Or worse, torture!?"  He screeched.

"Jesus, no," I scoffed, "I won't kill you, or torture you, I would've done that already long ago if I wanted to.  Besides, you are now my test subject, a patient.  It's now my job to take care of you." 

Zim wasn't really convinced, and mumbled, "It already feels like im being tortured," while looking down, frowning.  I heard that.

Zim shot up and looked at me.  "Fine, I'll go 'shopping' with you, but if you try to do anything I won't hesitate to kill you."  He grinned madly.

"Okay," as I rolled my eyes, fully knowing he wasn't in any condition to harm me.

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We were at a local clothes shop, and Zim looked around with this weird expression.  Confusion?  Disgust? I'm not sure. 

I had enough money to pay for clothes for Zim, since my dad gives me allowance money.  He thinks I'm using it for science, which, techically I'm using it on my experiment.  And I did use all my monthly allowance money to surgically replace Zim's organs, to feed him, and such.  So that's science-y I guess.

I looked around to see if anything would suit him.  Nothing could suit that maliciously eccentic being. 

Zim grabbed a shirt that said, "Doom" with purple and white stripes, nothing else.  Honestly, that has to be the worst design ever.

Zim flung the shirt around his neck, trying to wear it as a scarf.  "I'm into some human culture,"  while having this smug, shit-eating grin.

"Do you want it?" I asked, hoping he would say no.

"Yes, I demand to have it mortal!"

Zim has horrible taste in clothing, coming from me, who wears the same shirt and coat everyday.  But hey, at least I look good in it!

I ended up buying Zim that shirt and another one, a pair of cargo pants, and a hat.  He seemed to enjoy the things that I bought for him.  Though he didn't say thank you.