Chapter two- A Flaw in the Plan

POV Sid

    A moment of silence and Sid snickered, despite herself. Her head tilted to the effect of being back-handed.

“Why does the human laugh in the face of ZIM?!” a red mark formed on her left cheek. A sinister leer shot from beneath her bangs, staring straight through him.

“You really think 你 can overpower me?”

“Huh?” Zim taken back. He noticed the change in demeanor and her tone of voice seemed to shift in the slightest way only his antennas can pick up.

“Just who the hell do 你 think 你 are, squirt? Bossing me around like some wanna-be invader--like yourself…" The ceiling shuddered in small bursts, each tremor became greater than the last. She continued to laugh maliciously.

"You absolutely have no idea of what I’m capable of.” Zim stepped back as scraps of thick pipes and electric cords fall among them; she stared him down as he lowered himself on the ground, avoiding the impact of sharp claws slicing the ceiling apart. A huge chunk of metal almost dropped on the invader, dodging it with ease, and on that piece of rubble stood a snarling and vicious beast.

“AHHH! Get that thing away from me!” Frightened 由 the sight of Okami, he jumped and clung to the highest corner. Something was up with the wolf, however; his eyes were a unnatural turquoise and patches of his 毛皮 were transparent, along with his legs, as if he was disappearing. Sid snapped out of her odd power trip at the sight and a feeling of dread filled the pit of her stomach.

“Okami?”

“Release my master at once, 你 abomination!” A static, authoritative voice ordered, emitting straight from the wolf’s muscle. Both the alien and herself were dumbfounded, at that point questioning their own sanity.

'Okami...can talk?' her head felt light all of a sudden. Just when she thought she could handle a few 更多 surprises, this happened. Okami’s visible body flickered away to reveal a small robot, very similar to Gir, with the exception of yellow and blue tinted LED eyes that shone through a razor band, with carved blue laser like fingers on the ends of its arms to imitate claws. Zim was just as confused and 迷失 as the owner was.

“A SIR? What is this!? Heh--YOU!” He exclaimed, pointing at Sid from his high corner to the right of her.

“That silver beast thing was a SIR this whole time!?”

“A sir?” Sid repeated, wondering what the hell the alien was yapping about. "Does 'sir' mean it's a male then?"

“Oh! FOR THE-” Zim slapped his forehead in frustration, “Witless, filthy thing!”

"What are you--fuck this!" Thrashing uncontrollably against the cords that bound her without much success. She gestured towards the robot.

“Get me out of here, NOW!!!” The sir saluted.

“Yes, my master!” a fine, zig-zagged line splitted across its lower head, forming a set of titanium razor jaws that clamped down on Zim’s robotic legs and flung him in circles until they torn off his PAK. The little bot broke up the metal limbs like a dog excitedly devouring bacon, licking its mouth before he lept several feet to cut Sid free. The teen dropped safely on her feet and sprinted for the toilet shoot, climbing up using the grip her rubber soles of sneakers and hands provided and pressed her back against the closure for support as the robot guarding the rear end. Zim's agitated voice emitted shrilling shout from below.

“Hey! Get back here! Computer, stop her!” Steel and iron cords trailed up to claw at their feet, but the robot sliced them to pieces with its quick talons that crowded the tunnel and slowed the presuiters. It felt like it had been hours till Sid and the robot squeezed their way out of Zim’s trash can (don’t ask how they got there). The sir securely closed off the lid, giving us time to bust the front door down. She looks behind her to see Zim trying to get pass all 魔发奇缘 the robotic arms that stuffed themselves up the shoot in an attempt to seize their target. An unbearable itch urged her to the alien. The robot tug on her sleeve.

“This will only take a second.”

WHACK! A 迅速, 斯威夫特 kick to Zim’s face with enough force to render him unconscious and leave a small 'reminder' of their encounter between the eyes. Tension drains from her humorless features as Sid recollected her emotional ground.

“Let’s go.” We walked out the door and were 首页 in no time--no really, the robot practically dragged her across the 街, 街道 in a single tug. The bot made sure all the doors and windows were locked tight before joining its owner on the cool vinyl sofa in the living room. Sid laid across the 长椅, 沙发 putting one leg over the other, lazily looking over her arms and upper body for any serious injuries. The sir moved out of the way as she sat up and tossed her shoes aside, stretching out her beat self.

“…Well, that was fun. We should visit 更多 often.”

“Master-” Sid cut the bot short.

“Don’t call me Master, damn it!” She felt weird hearing it addressing her so formally as ‘Master’ and 'My Master', it reminded her of the BSMS games she browsed upon a while ago. Now she can't look at ropes and chains without imagining a person wrapped around the end of it. Rouge stained her cheeks as the teen fought back unnecessary thoughts. 'OK BRAIN, shut the fuck up!' Other than that, it was just plain annoying.

“Just call me Sid 或者 Text--I don’t care! Anything but that, okay?” Turning on her side, she drifted closer to sleep.

“Hey.” She uttered with a yawn. The little bot instantly straightened up like a soldier.

“Yes, Miss Text.” She eye rolled, flicking a finger atop its forehead and winced at the swelling of the digit afterwards. The little tin can was unaffected and felt nothing.

“Do 你 need medical assi--”

“Oh, shut up!" Pulling one of the coach pillows for her to rest her head on, nursing her tingling fingernail with her thumb as she pondered how to worded out her 'feelings'. It was a coping mechanism Prof. Membrane, Dib's dad and world renowned scientist, had talked to her about back then. He 说 talking about your feelings can help 你 overcome 'emotional obstacles' with others that 你 can't overcome 由 yourself.

She wouldn't even consider taking the overzealous celebrity's 建议 if it wasn't for his credibility as the world's biggest egghead and her current guardian. Even so, the only other person Sid was comfortable talking to about emotional stuff was with Okami, but now she worries if this 'sir' is still the same quiet and patient 狼 with intelligent eyes who she can talk to about everything. Lean arms grip around the cushion underneath her as she studied the expressionless face of the talking trash can standing in her living room. 'Might as well get this off my chest.'

"Okami, are we still friends? I mean, you're still my--uh, Okami, right?" The words seemed to have burst out of her mouth in a murmured jumble, her gaze averted from the bot after hearing herself talk like a moron.
There was a moment of immobility; in the depths of his robotic sockets and intellect, just like my dear wolf. And seeing him change like earlier--

“OW!” Sid jerked and rubbed the small area of where the closest feeling to a 冲床 bruised amid my brows, the same spot where she hit him.

“What was that for?!” Shouting in his face, everything but his expression remained firm, no longer saluting, and is he diminishing?

“Retribution. I’m astounded of the fondness 你 demonstrate toward a SIR such as myself. This may not be the correct methodology 你 are practicing, but to be frank,”

In a tice, Okami changed back to his furry form, wagging his tail. He looked as though he was smiling, if 狼 can smile anyway.

“Yes, Master. I am still your 'friend' Okami and I am greatly honored to be.”

Deciphering his fancy vocabulary, the girl found herself squeezing the life out of Okami and wiping her damp eye in his fur. Patting the 座位 beside her, the 狼 crawled onto the 长椅, 沙发 as anticipated. Drooping into the sofa, she ruffled the 毛皮 on his head, appreciating the company of a friend she believed was never there, since the many 电影院 she've seen have foretold robots being emotionless and unfriendly beings. But the way this 毛皮 bag of bolts nuzzled against her hand and fanned his tail about, dispelled her worries of that ever being true.

“Yeah, same here. I guess.” She yawned. Despite how corny it all sounded, Sid was so grateful to still have the Okami 由 her side, even if he turned out to be a talking trash can. He was her talking trash can.

The awkward and comforting air between them seemed to have faded away as sleep was gradually taking over, feeling her hand slip from his mane to pitch his big paw. It was sort of daunting how real this 狼 bot felt since Okami was really half the size of this disguise. His simulated breathing and warm touch of his faux 毛皮 calmed her further, feeling her eyes get heavier.

“Rest well, Sidney.” Was the last thing Sid heard from Okami. With a groan she rested her hands onto his 毛皮 and patted his back.

'What a stupid name.'