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{H/L} = Hair length
{H/C} = Hair Color
{Y/N} = Your name
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I woke up to the sound of my alarm; I reached over to my bedside table and picked up my phone, turning off the alarm. I felt terrible, running on four hours of sleep. I slowly sat up and tried to get out of bed, my scraped up, bruised, and bandaged body. I could hear the sickening cracks of my bones as I stood up and started. Making my way to the restroom. I walked into my tiny bathroom and flicked on the light, flinching at how bright it was. I looked in the mirror at my dirty scraped up face, my hair stuck out at odd angles. I grabbed my hairbrush and painstakingly brushed through all the knots and tangles in my {H/L}, {H/C} hair.
After my usual morning routine, I walked into the kitchen and found a note, my mother had left on the stove, along with a pistachio muffin.
The note explained that she was working night shifts all week and would be sleeping while I was at school and that she'd bring home food for me. I grabbed the muffin and slugged my backpack over my shoulder, made sure to double-check the lock, so there was no way someone could open it from the outside, and exited my home, eating my pastry on the way.
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"{Y/N}!" Dib ran after you. Dib stopped running when he got a better view of me. "Oh- wow, you look--" I turned around to look at Dib, he looked scared. "I know, save it." I sighed. Dib blinked and walked up next to me. He strolled side by side with me, talking about last night's events. If Bigfoot really existed, maybe Zim WAS an alien. Man, Dib was getting in my head. How could I let myself think Zim was an alien? Aliens are smart, Zim was not smart, probably.
I looked over my shoulder to see if I could find Zim. Aside from a few sickly looking students behind me, I couldn't spot Zim.
I shrugged it off and kept walking with Dib. "It's odd that Zim isn't here. I bet he's up to something." Dib whispered to me. "I think you're paranoid, he could be ahead of us." Dib rolled his eyes. "You don't know Zim like I know him! I've been watching him for years." I gave Dib a deer in the headlights look. "Years??" I felt a drop of water hit the bridge of my nose, I looked up and heard the distant roll of thunder, and watched as big puffy dark blue clouds approached us. "Zim burns when he touches water." Dib said, pulling an umbrella out of his bag and handing it to me, I opened it and held it between us as the rain started to sprinkle down.
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It was pouring by the time Dib and I arrived at our high school; I ran up the steps with Dib and shut the umbrella once I was inside, handing it back to Dib. He looked distracted by something in front of me; I glanced up and saw Zim waiting for me, compliantly drenched in water. "Hey Zim." I said, nonchalantly. Zim scowled at you and eyed me up and down disapprovingly. "I-" Zim cut me off and strode over to me, he grabbed my face just like how I had done it yesterday, and turned it side to side, looking at all my cuts and bruises. "Zim-" he squished my cheeks together and glared at me, and then at Dib.
"DIB, look at the state of her! I can't believe you were so irresponsible!" I shrunk down, so did Dib, Zim towered over both of us. "I'm fine-" "shhh. She is a delicate flower." "You've only known me for a day-" Zim glared daggers at me. I was getting some strong mother vibes from him, so I backed down. I was pressed against his pink turtleneck and black jeans, his slicked-back hair was dripping wet. He moved my carefully placed bangs out of the way and gasped when he saw a huge bloody gash running across my forehead. Zim stared wide-eyed at me and then stared up at Dib, his answer bubbled into a rage.
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I sat in the principles' office next to a beaten and bruised Dib and a triumphant looking Zim. Both of them were covered in scratch marks when I tried to break them up. My mother said I should watch out for girls since 'they don't play fair', but whatever girls did, Zim played three times more dirty in a dispute. Hair pulling, scratches. He took Dib down to the ground and busted his lip. The principal called us in and questioned all of us about the fight. We all stayed silent. Lying wouldn't work and the actual story about Bigfoot was stupid. "Fine, if no one will speak up you're all suspended for three days and your parents will come and pick you up." Dib and Zim looked terrified. "My mother is working and won't be able to pick me up." Zim looked and me and piped up "Yes- Er my familial unit is also working." Dib looked down, defeated. "Calls will go home to all your parents, Dib, I think Professor membrane will be very disappointed to be pulled away from his work to deal with you." "{Y/N}, Zim, be on your way." Zim and I got up, and walked out of the office together.
I sighed as I stepped out of the front doors and into the rain, pausing when I didn't hear Zim follow me. "Zim?" The ominous storm clouds blocked out the sun. It looked like it was late in the day, but it was really nine in the morning. Streetlights lit our path home. There was a flash of lightning that illuminated Zim's scared face. "You don't like water, right?" "Yeah-." I offered him Dibs umbrella. He peered down at it and opened it. He stepped out of the school's entrance and into the rain. The umbrella would help, but it was windy. The rain blew at an angel. He hissed when the water hit his exposed bruised and battered hands. I strode up to his side, shielding him from most of the rain. He gave me a grateful look, and we set off.
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"So... Why do you hate water?" I said, looking over at him. "I don't have to explain myself to you." Zim was angry at me. "Why are you so aggro?" Zim puffed out his chest a little, like a bird until there was a tremendous clap of thunder, and he recoiled immediately. "I'm upset you were reckless. What would people think of Zim if I hung around a beaten up little girl?" "I-" He glared down at you. "I worked for years to be looked up to, and to be feared. I used to be small and I'd be beaten up and talked down to. I think you're nice {Y/N}, but running around with you is messing this all up." I stared at Zim blankly. "Excuse me?! You are so entitled. Dib was right about you! You're freaky and a narcissist and you're literally afraid of water, AND YOUR GREEN. I bet you ARE an alien." I stormed over to the entrance of my home and pulled in the door handle, it didn't budge. 'SHIT.' my mom was sleeping and I'd locked the door on my way out, expecting my mom to leave it unlocked for me in the afternoon. I yanked on it again desperately. Suddenly, I felt a cloth covering my mouth, and my head fell against someone's chest, as I slipped away into unconsciousness I had a realization cross my mind. 'Zim drugged me.'
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꧁☾⁂★ "The Conspiracy of Us" (Zim x Reader) ★⁂☽꧂ ROUGH DRAFT
Romance꧁꧂ {Y/N} is a 15 year old, who just finished her first year in high school. She has always been comfortable and sheltered, she lived in a tiny town, with a close group of friends she'd known since kindergarten. Recently, her mother has been having f...
