Dib awoke to the sound of his alarm, which was telling the weather forecast. The weather man stated that there was going to be a heavy rain in the afternoon.
Dib took this as a bad sign but he still got up, and went to the restroom. He finally after months looked well rested, but his hair was still in a type of bed head mode.
He brushed it out and then proceeded to brush his teeth; he needed to look nice for his Dad, who he only sees a couple times a year.
Dib ran to his room and quickly put on his clothes. Then he proceeded to Gaz's room to wake her up. Nerveless he found that she was not there; he shrugged guessing that she probably got an early start, and was on her way to skool. Little did Dib know that he was right, but not with someone he would like her to be with.
He ran down the stairs, and into the kitchen. His Dad greeted him with what appeared to be a smile, "Why hello son!"
"Hey Dad." Dib said while sitting at the kitchen table.
"Dib my boy, where is your sister?" Asked Professor Membrane.
Dib shrugged in response, and started to eat a banana that was in the fruit bowl on the table. Professor Membrane considered this before sitting down next to Dib.
Dib looked at his Dad, and as always he thought strait to how he looks like him. The same hair, the same need for glasses, the same pale skin. Everything seemed the same with them. Dib always wondered why but was never willing to ask.
"Dib, we need to talk. See son, your almost twelve now-" Dib interrupted him, "Dad I'm almost eight teen."
Professor Membrane coughed, "Yes well- as I was saying. I think it's about time I tell you how you came to look so much like your old man!"
Dib's eye's widened, suspicious that his Dad read his mind.
"Well here it goes- one day I Professor Membrane decided that I was not going to live forever. Also I knew that the people of the world needed science by their side, no me by their side!"
"Dad what does that have to do with anything?" Dib asked.
"As I was saying! So I decided I needed another me. So I decided to clone myself. The clone was a success. The clone I decided was going to be my son."
He paused for awhile, "The clone- the clone my son, is- is you."
Meanwhile in the skool cafeteria.
Zim picked at the barf that the lunch ladies called food with his spork. There was no way he was going to eat this slop.
Gaz- who was playing her Game Slave- was sitting next to Zim. People began to wonder why they were sitting together, and suddenly rumors started to spread.
Zim looked around, and decided it was safe for him to get out his Irken snacks. He pulled out a purple bag and started to mix the juices from the bag with the mush of food on his plate. Gaz opened one eye and stared at him, "What is that crud?" She asked.
"At my home planet we call it, Violet." He held up a spoon full and ate it, making sounds of satisfaction.
"Violet? You mean like the colour?" She asked.
"I guess so." He answered quietly.
Gaz then grabbed a spoon and dipped it in the mush on Zim's plate; she held it to her mouth. "No! Gaz-beast! You wont-" He tried to warn her but it was too late.
She tasted a flavor that reminded her of the colour violet, she was amazed by the satisfaction her mouth was feeling.
"Wow not half bad, for something so stupid looking." She exclaimed.
Zim sighed a sigh of relief, "So you like Violet? It's my favorite. Here try this one, it's called Seam Green." He said while holding up a spoon.
Gaz grabbed the spoon, and tried it. She smiled it tasted like the colour green.
Zim laughed at Gazes expression before mixing some Seam Green with Gaz's mash. He then took a bite of his own food
Gaz ate in delight; finally she was able to eat something delicious at this skool!
Maybe just maybe, she thought, that this skool year won't be so bad with Zim here.
Maybe, Zim thought to himself, my existence on this filthy ball of dirt won't be as meaningless with Gaz-creature here. Maybe I can live with company on this planet, maybe I won't be alone- he thought while smiling at Gaz- just maybe.