Title ~ The Cake

Pairing ~ ZaDf

Author's note ~ Welp, I had this idea, so I wrote it.

Fixed Grammer~


Zim ran into his house, shutting the door hard behind him. Leaning against it, he slid to the floor.

Gir was sitting on the couch, wearing his green dog suit, and noticed his master.

"Master~!" He squealed, running up to Zim to embrace him, but noticed the tired look on Zim's face. "What's wrong?"

"That horrible Skool... It's... It's horrible!" Zim grumbled, getting back on his feet. "It smells and it's gross and the kids are pigs, and-" He then paused. "At least Dib was quiet for most of the day, his annoying voice would have probably left me in a worse mood... It was unusual for him being so quiet, though..."

"I ag- BACON!" Gir randomly squealed, and ran into the kitchen, leaving a ranting Zim alone.

"Hmm, I should investigate. I bet he's come up with some sort of plan... thing!" Zim decided, and ran into the kitchen where Gir was, going down the toilet.

...

Dib shut himself in his room after school, and flung himself on his bed. "Man... So far no one has said anything about my birthday..." He sighed in disappointment, and turned on his belly, laying his head on his on his arms.

"Well, I'm not really sure why I thought anyone would care anyway's... Not one year has anyone gave me a birthday present besides my dad, and for the past five years, he seemed to just... forget..."

Dib sat back up, and let out another sigh. "Well... maybe... maybe my birthday wont be so bad this year. I mean, it's not until tomorrow. Everyone might have just not wanted to mention anything then..."

From outside, Zim was wearing headphones and had a listening device held up in the air. "Dibs... birthday is tomorrow...?" Zim then heard Dib's window being opened.

"Uh oh..." Zim instantly ran for it.

Dib, looking out the window, spotted Zim running in the middle of the road.

"Zim?" He questioned, but he was already to far away to have heard Dib.

"It'd be a nice birthday present if he got run over..." He thought to himself with a small chuckle.

...

"Computer..." Zim said, now at his house and in his lab. "What is this human birthday?"

"Birthday... The annual anniversary of the day on which a person was born, typically treated as an occasion for celebration and present-giving."

Zim looked confused for a moment, then nodded. "Oh, we have Smeetday on Irk, so kind of like that?" (Note: I just kind of made that up, as no one really knows if Irkens celebrate anything like that...)

"Yeah, I guess..."

Zim paused for a moment, tapping his finger against the table. "But, he said that no one even paid attention to his birthday? He must have talked about something else... It seems like it would be a more important occasion."

"He?"

"Dib..."

"Oh, well, Dib isn't really... liked by many people..." The computer pointed out.

"I LIKE MARY!" Gir screamed from somewhere above Zim.

"You aren't thinking of giving him a present...?" The computer questioned.

Zim paused for a moment. "Even though he is Zim's greatest enemy... I think I should respect his Birthing day. That's how it is on Irk, after all. Usually it doesn't matter if you like them or not."

"Right, well, you don't even have a gift for him..."

"Present? Oh, yes, well, maybe something else, then?"

"Well... Maybe a cake, or-"

"YES, OF COURSE! I'LL BAKE A CAKE!"

"I just said that..."

Ignoring the computer, Zim ran up to the elevator. "Computer! Take me to the main level~!"

...

"I'm back, Gir, you better not have exploded the house when I was gone!" Zim called as he walked inside with multiple groceries.

"Oooo, whasdat?" Gir asked, sitting on the couch nibbling on a waffle.

"It's Ingredients for some sort of velvet... cake thing." Zim explained, walking into his kitchen and setting the groceries down on the table.

"Can I he-"

"No."

Zim then focused his attention on his task. "Alright... It says to... pre-heat... oven to 350 degrees...?" Zim looked at his oven. He turned the handle to bake, and the other one to 350. "Well... I'm guessing that's what they mean. NEXT STEP!"

Zim took out all the needed ingredients, although he wasn't sure how much of anything he needed.

"What's this... pan...?" He looked around the kitchen, and grabbed a large bowl. "Good enough!"

He poured the cake mix and vanilla pudding into it, and then grabbed the two eggs.

"So... Just put them in?"

Zim shrugged, and plopped both eggs into the skillet without bothering to remove the shells.

"So, what is this cup of water Zim is needing...?"

He walked over to a cabinet and grabbed a plain cup. He hesitantly filled it up with water, and dumped it into the bowl, making sure not to spill it on his skin. He did the same with the vinegar.

After putting the coco in, he began to mix up the ingredients, finding it quite difficult to mix the eggs. He then squirted all the red food coloring he had bought in the bowl and mixed it up some more until it turned a dark red color. Zim smiled in with success.

...

The next day, Zim was not at school, and it was bothering Dib. Even though he hated him, he rather not be alone on his birthday...

No one had thought to mention it...

Not even his father or Gaz.

As soon as the bell rang when Skool was over, Dib walked out of the door with a terribly sad expression, only to be grabbed by the arm.

"Dib-Stink!"

Dib looked to his right, to see Zim.

"Zim...?! Why weren't you..." Dib almost wanted to smile, because at least someone was noticing his existence, but his sentence was cut short when he noticed Zim was holding a large bowl of... something.

It was very puffy, a dark red color, and had bits of white sticking out of it.

"What's that, Zim? Some kind of thing for your next evil plan?" Dib asked with a small chuckle, although it did look quite deadly.

Zim looked a little hurt, and he stuck out his lower lip and made a pouting face. "No. It's... for you. Happy birthingday!" Dib looked surprised as Zim held out the bowl of what he now realized was cake.

"Wait... really? You, out of all people, are giving me something for my birthday?" Dib asked, grabbing the bowl. "And it's just birthday, you know..."

"Yes, Dib. On irk, it is normal for one to celebrate another's smeet day." He announced, his cheeks turning a sort of dark green.

"Oh, well... Thanks, I guess. Though I'm not sure what this is." He said with a sarcastic smirk.

"It's a cake! And it's the best, too, because ZIM made it!" He said proudly.

"Yeah, it looks more like poison to me though."

"Whatever, Dib, you're lucky you even got anything from the almighty Zim at all."

Dib paused for a moment, looking at his 'cake', and then he looked up at Zim with a grin forming on his face.

Out of all the people to acknowledge his birthday, it had to be Zim, didn't it.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome, Dib-smell."