The Almighty Error.

Sector Six.

               Zims' Perspective.

I was able to spend the next two days called the 'weekend' planning my scheme to fool the Dib, but now the earth day known as 'Monday' came which meant it was time to return to the wretched school.

I found it very difficult to come up with details for my plan to trick Dib-Stink, being so extremely exhausted and very tempted to join Gir on the couch. But whenever I found myself becoming unmotivated, my eyes would wander over at the ceramic clown thing and it would give me just enough inspiration to keep working.

Satisfied with my efforts, I make way to the school to enact the plan. On my way out, I order Gir to clean up the place before I returned from School, persuading him to obey me by promising to do whatever it is that he wants me to do with him.

His request? To eat some stupid waffles. But I would agree to anything from Gir to get him to make my base presentable again.

•••

Arriving to that Mr. Sweets' classroom, I purposefully sit down at the Dibs' desk before he arrives. The teacher doesn't seem to care, which is good.

When my human nemesis walks through the door, he seems taken aback by what I've done. After approaching, he raises one of those hair brows. "Zim, that's my seat."

"Yes, but now it's my seat. Now shoo, hideous goblin." I smirk while shooing him with my right hand and closing my eyes.

I hear him huff, and when I open my eyelids he is sitting in what was my seat, glaring at me.

"I don't know what this is about but I don't like it."

When he turns to face the front of the class, my smirk only widens. Stage one of phase three was complete. I open the palm of my left hand, which contained a note I had written for the Dib. I lean forward and drop it into his bag when he wasn't looking, before leaning back into my chair and crossing my arms.

'Now, I wait.'

The class went by agonizingly slow, and the human never even once looked in his bag. It began to irritate me, so I leaned over my desk and flicked the back of Dib-Stinks' head.

"Hey—! Zim, What was that for?!" He turns back to scowl at me.

I merely sneer at him. "You oblivious fool! I dropped something into your bag an hour ago and you've yet to even look at it!"

His expression changes to confusion before his gaze turns toward his bag, reaching down to rummage through it before pulling out the folded paper I placed inside. "Seriously? This is stupid, Zim."

He turns to face the front again and didn't open my note. Stage two couldn't begin until he read it.

The bell rings, and we all stand to go to our next class. I watch that for the next few classes, the Dib refused to read the note I gave him. He kept it on his desk and just stared at it, all the while I stared at him.

Eventually, lunch time rolled around and so I go and sit at an empty table and start my usual prodding of the disgusting human food.

"Why hasn't he read the note?! That stupid, inconceivable, big headed—"

"Is this real?!"

My verbalized thoughts are interrupted when my nemesis sits across from me and slams the paper down onto the table.

He finally read the thing.

"Yes, it's real."

"You want to bring me into your base?! Willingly?! What for?!" His questions wouldn't stop, and I raise a finger to silence him.

"I can't explain here, Dib-Thing. But it will be worth your time if you came."

"How do I know this isn't a trap? Hm? You've tricked me numerous times in the past, Zim." He narrows his pathetic eyes at me, and in defense I narrow mine back.

"Why would I willingly bring my nemesis into my base if there wasn't a good reason for it?"

"I don't know, that's why I'm skeptical! You're probably going to strap me down or something!"

"You're so annoying Dib-Stink! Just accept the stupid invitation!"

"Give me a reason why I should!"

I'm fuming at this point. I stand up and poke at the humans' big forehead, baring my teeth. "Because, I am Zim! And I require you to bare witness to something of importance!"

"Don't poke my head!" He stands up as well, reaching to grab my wig to which I respond by quickly grasping his wrist, twisting it only a little to cause discomfort.

"I could break your human skeleton easily, Dib-Stupid, but I won't. Come with me to my base after school. Do you think you have a choice at this point?!"

His face scrunches up weirdly, possibly because I had his arm held in a way to cause some pain. "Okay—Okay fine, Zim! Let go! I'll come to your stupid base, but this better not be a trap!"

I finally let go of his wrist and he retreats back to his seat while rubbing it. I sit back down as well, smiling rather innocently. "Wise choice, Dib-Human. Wise choice."

"I hate when you don't just blurt out your stupid plans like you normally do." He's still rubbing the area I had a firm grip on, looking away from me.

I'm taken aback by the unusual comment but it doesn't bother me. This was a plan that I couldn't just divulge him with out in the open. It was more complex than that, more complex than any other idea that I've tried to enact while here on Earth.

Making the human trust me was going to be easy once I gave my Tallest a call and got the Dib to see that they are coming to Earth. It will be difficult to speak to them though, since I know I must earn back their respect after having accidentally sent them through the Florpus. And this conversation I was about to have with them would not help with my current situation in their eyes, but it would be the only way to get the human to stay with me long enough so that I could retrieve motivation for my mission.

Motivation to invade this filthy planet.

•••

The end of the school day has finally arrived. I walk out of the school building and—it's more frozen earth rain again.

"Dammit—I forgot the paste!" Too busy with my stage planning, I'd forgotten again. This was starting to become a bad habit.

Dib approaches with his umbrella already open, narrowing eyes toward me. "Let's go to your base, Zim. But I'll have you know I'm keeping my guard up."

"Whatever." I stay close to remain under the umbrella as we start toward my base. The frozen crystals of water were falling heavier from the sky today. "I hate this stuff."

"It's called snow, if you would ever pay attention. You've been here for five years, I would've expected you to know that by now."

"Tch—shut it. I study what I must." I remark, still walking with him.

"Uhuh.. now tell me again why you can't just say what you want to me right now?"