Deviation Actions
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I was bored, so I made this. It's a part from a little story I'm a-writin, which will not be uploaded. I'd better explain this...
So Zim and Wik called the Tallest the other day and the Tallest weren't so happy to see that Wik had joined Zim's little team of doom. So they send some malfunctioning SIRs (like in the Megadoomer) in hopes that they will kill Zim and Wik. Zim and Wik beat the SIRs after nearly being blown up (which is why Zim's base is a wreck), and while Zim went down to his labs to get the power amplifier, Wik thought he had left her alone up there with the SIRs. Wik nearly got hurt but Zim is only concerned about his base, which makes Wik really mad. Wik tries to leave (stupidly forgetting her disguise and forgetting that her ship is in Zim's repair bay), but she has never seen rain before, which is what makes Zim so worried.
Sorry for the long explanation! Anyway, I sure hope theres not typos or anything in the comic, it took me FOREVER to do!
And here's the actual part from the story
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“Your base, your mission, is that all that matters to you? What about me? Don’t you care about me?” Wik asked. Zim’s eyes grew huge, but before he could reply thunder rolled outside and a few drops of rain began to splatter the ground. Distracted, Zim was reminded that it had been a couple months and the paste that had fused to his skin had probably worn off…
“I’ve had it with you!” Wik’s outraged voice broke Zim’s thoughts, snapping him back to the present where Wik had been waiting for him to reply. “You don’t care about me. All you care about is your precious mission! Well fine then! I thought you were different, Zim, but I guess I was wrong.” Wik said, turning around and heading for where the door was supposed to be. “Where do you think you’re going?” Zim snarled after her, starting to feel angry in his turn. “I’m leaving, Zim! I’m sick of you!” Wik shot over her shoulder.
Zim glared after her, folding his arms across his chest. Fine. If she wants to go, let her. Invaders need no one! Zim thought. He didn’t really need her; he’d be just fine without her. He’d… Zim suddenly remembered something. “Wik, wait!” He called after Wik just before she stepped outside. “Forget it, Zim.” She growled, stepping outside into the rain. “Wik, no!” Zim yelled. Wik let out a little cry just as the rain began to burn her skin, but before it could really hurt her Zim rushed out and pinned her to the ground, shielding her from the rain with his own body.
“Ahhgg!” Zim yelped shrilly as the rain burned him. “Zim…” Wik whispered in shock, gazing up at him in amazement as he took the pain that should have been hers. “Get inside.” Zim hissed through gritted teeth, moving so that she could get up but still protecting her from the rain until they reached the safety of the house.
Zim leaned over, groaning softly in pain as he dripped water onto the floor. “Zim you… you saved me. Why didn’t you just let me burn?” Wik asked quietly. “I couldn’t.” Zim said curtly in response. He looked down, as if embarrassed at what he’d done. “I… care about you, Wik. I don’t want you to be hurt.” He said. Wik swallowed hard, feeling sorry about the way she had treated Zim. He did care about her. If he was willing to risk pain for her, then she did matter to him.
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Uhg... that's cheesy...
