Ten Years Revelation Chapter 5

Dib’s alarm clock went off and beeped obnoxiously again and again. “Morning already?” Dib asked tiredly, muffled by the pillow in his face. He reached over and shut it off then reached over to his glasses, knowing where they usually are placed. A natural instinct people with glasses always develop, but I digress.
He made his way downstairs yawning then could overhear Zim’s complaining. “Humans and their sleep. So pathetic. Why must I be punished to endure these long nights of doing nothing!?”
Zim was laying on the couch with GIR sleeping on top of his stomach all curled up like a puppy. “Oh woe is you.” Dib said leaning on top of the couch looking down at him. “Argh! It took you 5 hours to wake up!”
“Okay let’s get serious Zim.” Dib started pacing back and forth. “We need to find you one of your disguises that’s still in the museum. Then after that we could go to the supermarket to supply you with food. Then after that err… hm… I don’t know after that.”

“Sounds easy enough.” Zim hopped right out of the couch, having GIR fall to the floor. “Uh I don’t think you should come.” Dib said rethinking a bit. “It’s morning and people could see you.”
“Nonsense! I will be a undetectable as the three-mouthed pumberdi leech nearing its prey!” he raced to the window, searching for any passerby. Dib quickly pulled him away from the light.
“No, you’re my responsibility and I say stay here!” Dib commanded.
Zim growled then replied, “No one tells Zim what to do!”
“Just stay put will you?” Dib said getting annoyed. As if this wasn’t the last time he heard Zim say this before. He just growled and looked away.
“Alright than.” Dib turned to the front door and opened it halfway to find a crowd of people at his doorstep. “Uhh… can I help you?”
Zim ran hiding behind the couch.

“Did you get that alien yet?” a man asked.
“Um… capturing aliens takes time sir.” Dib replied.
“It’s been almost a week! How long does it take to capture an alien?” A woman shouted from the crowd. “Well uh…”
“That darn alien’s ‘so-called’ base in the neighborhood collapsed last night! Why?”
The crowd grew louder demanding answers and giving wary questions.
“I-I- uh, about that-“
“Was that alien even real? Or a tiny guy in makeup and a suit?!”
“Hey! Zim is a real live alien!” Dib said, answering a minor daily frustration.
“Hey! You still didn’t answer my question! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!”
The crowd was getting more and more annoying and hostile. The noise, the angry stares…
“WOULD YOU JUST SHUT UP FOR A MOMENT!!?” Dib shouted and everyone went silent. “Alright, I know the alien’s running about and his secret base collapsing. But not to worry everyone! I have it completely under control! So you can go home with nothing to worry about.”
“What if he eats our children?”
“Then you can sue me. I assure you, he will do you no harm. I know him pretty well in fact.” Dib grinned.
“Are you brainwashed? That sounds like spooky alien experimentation talk to me!” the first man that questioned asked.
“No I’m not brainwashed! Now can you people just get off my lawn?” Dib gestured by pointing ahead. The crowd began to scatter and walk away.
“He’s brainwashed.” The man whispered to a woman and did a gesture indicating he was crazy. Dib heard and looked at him peeved, he then closed the door and let out a large sigh. “That was close.”
“Me eating children?” Zim chuckled as he poked out from behind the couch. “Our species if way more superior than pulling off that kind of savage feat.” Zim chuckled again, “Fools.”
“If they seriously think like that, than the human race is doomed.” Dib admitted. “Or they don’t even know what you look like. That could be a good sign.”
They both fell silent at the sound of something crunching to the floor from the kitchen, than GIR walking out with a bag and a handful of chips in one hand. Zim and Dib stared and slowly GIR’s eyes met with theirs. “Whaaat?”
“Do you guys think you can, I dunno, clean up the mess you made last night while I’m gone?” Dib wasn’t really asking though. “Thaank yoou.” He quickly walked out the door.
“Bah… if he really thinks that I’m going to clean up the mess that was already in those cabinets. GIR I want you to clean up the kitchen while I’m gone. Alright?”
“Whuh? I dun’ wanna!” GIR whined. Zim glared.
“Ooooh…. Okaaay… right after these chips!”

Dib was halfway there to his museum. ‘This should be simple enough. Just go to my office, grab a disguise for Zim, then I’m out of there.’ He successfully thought in his head once again. He was then slowed down by a huge crowd of people he had to get past. ‘Oh why am I even doing this? What’s the matter with me? Helping out some big jerk. He’s probably the biggest jerk in the universe if his own race banished him.’ He managed to get by and walked right past the fading fake footsteps Zim had made to sidetrack him. ‘But I guess I wouldn’t feel right if I didn’t help him out… the guy just realized his whole life was one big lie. Yep, I’d feel pretty cruddy knowing if he just wanted to give up and die. Hey, that rhymes.’ He opened the doors to the museum and walked inside, greeted by a few security men and even a lady at the counter. He nodded to them and proceeded to the more private halls that led near his office.

Once inside the quiet square room, he felt safer being alone. Ahh, the place that gives you the amazing opportunities of getting away with embarrassments, the office. He’d like to stay here for hours and work by himself. Even though the museum had a large lab not too far away, graciously provided by his father, he rather be in the small quiet room alone and not seen. Speaking of his father -err… mentally- it has been awhile he last saw him.

“If my own family can’t accept what I like, then I’ll get my own life!” Dib had shouted at the table. Gaz was just one or two years younger than today. Prof. Membrane was communicating through a floating monitor, having a small dinner far off in his lab. They both stared at him, like he just said profanity for no reason. “I was just suggesting son. You know how popular science is today. Para-science just can’t get you anywhere these days. I know how infatuated you are with it, but you don’t see it being really proven that chupa…corn bras, really exist because there’s no real proof! You can’t make enough money without donations. Science is the way to go!”
“It’s chupacabras dad…”
“SCIENCE!”
“… I just don’t want to be a scientist. I mean, I don’t have anything against it. But it’s no real excitement for me. I rather go hunting after aliens or Nessie.”
“GUH! Oh I wish you would come to reason son. I’m proud that you have captured a ‘so-called’ alien-”
“What was that?”
“What was what?”
“You just said ‘so-called’ alien! You don’t believe me?!”
“Well um… uh… I didn’t mean to say that.”
“Even when I have proof! You still don’t believe me. My own dad! That’s it, I’ve had it!” Dib got up and walked away from the table. “I’m getting my own life!”
Gaz proceeded on eating. “Wait son! Don’t throw away your life!”
A door slammed in the distance upstairs. Prof. Membrane heavily sighed as a wave of guilt hit him. “My poor insane son.”

Wait how’d I remember that part if I wasn’t even there? Oh well.
He walked across the room and to a bookshelf, he pulled a stack of small books out which revealed a hand-print identification device in the darkness of the shelf. Moving the books to another empty spot on the shelf with one hand, and with his other hand placed it on the device and began to scan. As the bookshelf slid open he sensed a presence. It’s hard to say how, but the air just felt and sounded different. “Who’s there?” he spun around. He grew uneasy as turned back to the open corridor. He heard the sound of feet swiping on the flat carpet. It made him turn around again. “I… I got attack dogs in here!” he started walking over to the sound, which sounded like it was right behind his desk. He looked over to see a drawer ripped apart. “What the…” he looked under the desk to see Zim waving innocently, his body against the wood. “Zim! What are you doing here?” Dib asked angrily. He should have guessed he wouldn’t listen.
“Retrieving my disguise of course, why else would I want to come back to this place?”
“That way you can make it easier for me to shove you back in the tank.” Dib gritted his teeth. Zim now raised the risk of being caught. The little alien climbed out from under the desk and stood proud. “Now where are my igneous disguises that you have taken away from me ten years ago?”
“They’re back there. But I’ll get them.” Dib turned around but suddenly the little green man raced right past him into the passage. “Wait Zim!”
A sound of crackling electricity and Zim screaming was heard. “…Idiot.”

Zim lay on the floor twitching and smoke rising from his body. Dib walked over to the dazed irken and crotched beside him. “I have a high defense system installed here.”
“I hadn’t noticed…” Zim said.
“Your temporarily paralyzed for the moment, so let me get you out of here before the security recharges.” He hoisted Zim up off the floor and dropped him off on his office chair. Then made his way back down the secret corridor into a small, lit, hexagonal room full of large transparent drawers. He pulled open one that contained a pile of Zim’s disguises.

“Here.” Dib placed the drawer on Zim’s lap. “Choose a disguise.”
Zim muttered about wishing he still had his voot cruiser stiffly leaned over and looked at the options. He took a small whiff of old fake hair and gagged. “They smell!” he finally managed to get his right arm back in motion and stuff his hand in the pile. He withdrew two large white contact lenses with a fake pupil in the center of each. They looked very uncomfortable by any human’s standards but Zim proceeded in placing them over each eye. Then he pulled out his schoolboy wig, a black Elvis-styled haircut, which easily fitted onto his head. But then the musty smell fell onto his face. “Why does it smell?” Zim gagged, the smell was very horrible for him.
“Uh Zim, I think you need to improve your disguise a little bit. Some old colleagues from school are bound to recognize you.” Dib pointed as his wig.
“Like that dreaded Keef…” Zim added and they both shuddered from the reminder of the annoying stalker that was desperate for friendship. Zim finally got complete motion of all his limbs and stood on the floor, he would ponder an alternative disguise while staring inside the box on the chair. He put on an old brown jacket, which covered his entire uniform when worn then looked over to Dib for his opinion. He shook his head. “Hmm…” Zim pulled off the wig and shaped the Elvis hair thinly then placed it back on his head. He crossed his arms and grinned, as he found it ingenious thinking. Dib found it the very opposite but gave up. “The public doesn’t really think green people are aliens anyways.”
Back at Dib’s house. GIR, while using a large shovel, was shoveling everything, excluding the table and chairs, off the floor and into a trashcan while humming a tune. Nothing much to say about this almost empty headed sidekick. His mind was absorbed on the media and human lifestyle. Yesterday he hadn’t realized he saved Zim’s life, he just really wanted something from the Krazy Taco. He missed the taste of taco and beans. His brain was screaming for a taco at the perfect time. But he had forgotten by now. Now he was thinking:

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Shovel up messy kitchen floor for weenie roast.
=Yay.

Dib and Zim have just entered the door. “Phew that was a close one. I think those dogs were on to you.” Dib set the box on the side of the door. “Well I have been in smelly liquid for awhile.” Zim said and he took a few sniffs under his arm.
“Didja bring anything for little ol’ me?” GIR said running over and stuffing his head into the box then looking back at them. “Sorry GIR but I never found your disguise, I think some toddler stole it for Halloween.” Dib replied.
“Oh I know where that is!” GIR unscrewed his right eye off and the green doggy disguise flopped right out of his head.
“What the? Why didn’t I ever- Oh never mind…” Dib walked inside the kitchen. GIR fastened his eye back in and quickly squeezed into his advanced micro-fibered fabric dog disguise of still stupidness. “Weee! When are we gonna have a weenie roast?” GIR slipped the first time on his nubby paws then got up and with each step, squeaked into the kitchen.
Dib was very relieved to see a great deal of the mess cleaned up and he almost cracked a smile. “Wait where’d Zim go?”
“WEENIE ROAST!”

Zim dropped off his disguises in a closet just outside Dib’s room. He walked inside, knocked on the walls, and checked the sliding door. “Perfect!” Finally someplace he can keep to himself to… plan his revenge.
“Hey Zim where are you?” Dib walked upstairs, he was getting nearer. He should probably keep this a secret for now. He ran out and closed the closet behind him.
“I’m right here.”
“What were you doing?” Dib asked.
“Oh nothing, just exploring some more.” Zim replied.
“Uh huh. Sure. But anyway, Zim, I want you to wear that disguise from now on.”
“Whaat? You can’t make me do that! I don’t want to be disguised as this disgusting lowly creature all the time! Nooo! You can’t make me!”
“We can’t risk you being exposed in front of everybody, even for a second. It’s the smart thing to do.”
Zim growled at him but Dib was no way threatened. “Fine but I guess I’ll have to stick you back in the tank again to prove I’ve captured you.”
“No!” Zim stepped back. “Okay I’ll wear the stinkin’…” Zim muttered the rest as he walked downstairs.
“Good.” Dib crossed his arms. Then his cell phone started ringing a personalized ring tone. He pulled it out from inside the trench coat and answered it. “Hello Dib speaking who is this?”
“This is your sister Dib. Don’t you read the tiny screen on the phone?”
Dib looked over at the phone’s screen to see it read ‘Gaz’. “Oh, of course, yeah, I just say that a lot. How’d you get this number?”
“Dad knows everyone’s number.”
“Oh… him… duh. What is it Gaz?”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Well obviously you’d never want to talk to me unless you had some reason.”
“Yeah your right. I’m just going to visit you in a day or so.”
“…Why?”
“Don’t you want a follow-up on your family?”
“…I can do that on Dad’s website.”
“I’m just trying to be nice, for Dad. That’s all. So I’m coming whether ‘I‘ like it or not.”
Dib sighed. “Okay… bye.” He hung up. Then his phone rang again, “Hello?”

“ZIM! Just stay here! Please! Don’t… gah! I gotta go!” Dib rushed out the door. Zim and GIR sat on the couch, slightly confused. “I wonder what Dib’s in a rush for.”
“He’s gonna get the weenies?” GIR said ecstatically. “Let’s see for ourselves.” Zim looked out the window, then ran out the door with GIR tailing behind him.

To be continued...