Terminal

-Prologue-

Zim's calculations led to but one possible answer: the smelly, stinky, filthy Dib was keeping something from him.  "But what?" Zim murmured to himself, pulling up a screen with all the notes and information he had collected over the past four years.  Slower, weaker, less determined, tired, paler, thinner-  the scribbled list went on, branching off into Zim's detailed descriptions and written observations, along with the dates.  Dib had only seemed to be getting worse over the years.  Zim closed his eyes, rubbing them before an alarm went off. He slapped his little gloved hand over the button to shut it off, a look of distaste washing over him.  "Eugh... Zim has... I.... spent the entire night looking over these, and all Zim has found is more questions!!  It is.. critical that I must speak with that worm."  With a swipe of his hand, the screens disappeared, shutting down with a low hum as he headed towards the elevator, collecting his Earth books and his disguise on the way there.  It had been three years since he had followed Dib to Hi-Skool, barely paying attention to any of the classes that he had with the annoying human.  Dib seemed to have made a few.. peculiar, equally smelly, human friends.  They were in the photography club, though Dib had chosen not to join with them.  Zim's eyes narrowed as he was lifted up to the top part of the house above the ground; he knew that he was no longer the priority in Dib Membrane's life, but that annoying, sinking feeling near his squeedily-spooch didn't help in the slightest.