Okay, so welcome to my Invader Zim oneshot collaboration! I have recently become obsessed with the show after re-discovering it, and have not been able to resist the stream of fanfiction ideas running through my head. I will put them all in this story, and sometimes they will be continued. If anyone of you guys has an idea you'd like me to write, by all means, post it in a review! I'd be honored to write it.
This particular oneshot is basically a saturday at the base...A stormy saturday With Zim and GIR madness...Oh, and a power outage... I may continue this one!
The rain and wind pounding against the windows of the base that night was relentless. The haunting, howling gusts blew debris into the small cul-de-sac; branches were slamming into mailboxes and a trash can flew with a sharp, metal clang into the men's restroom door of the base. It was a storm Zim had never experienced on Earth before, but he would not let it get the best of him.
"GIR! Where are you hiding?" He called, entering the kitchen from the lab. The toilet swooshed slightly as he stepped onto the floor. His light red eyes glowed eerily in the inky night, lightning flashing across his narrowed gaze every so often. Zim sighed exasperatedly, arms folded as he traveled into the living room. "GIR! Come out this instant!" He shouted angrily, eyes glancing up at the monkey painting above the pale pink couch. Lightning lit up its face ominously as Zim shuddered, turning away.
"Quit playing around, GIR! If you don't answer your master right now, so help me-" The window near the door shattered, glass scattering across the floor along with the metal trash can. Zim gave a short yell, jumping backwards atop the couch as the can skidded through the air right past his face, smacking into the opposite wall. He panted, staring from the can to the window and back again. The storm continued raging outside, but it didn't take long for Zim's security system to take effect.
"SECURITY BREACH." The mechanical voice sounded through the home. Zim watched in amusement as heavy metal slats clanked down the windows and door, keeping anything from coming in or getting out. He heard them lock tightly in place as two robotic arms came down from the ceiling to pick up the glass and the trash can.
"Impressive, if I do say so myself. Could've happened faster, but that's why there's always room for improvement," Zim said smugly, a smirk upon his green face, darker in the dimly lighted house. "Now, back to business…GIR!" He shouted, expression morphing back into anger. His grim gaze turned around when he heard the familiar, small clanking footfalls of his robot slave. Zim stared at him, eyes narrowed, arms folded.
"GIR… Where have you been?" He asked flatly, patience gone as it typically was when talking with the 'advanced' robot. He noticed a package of graham crackers in GIR's fist and raised an eyebrow.
"Want a smore?" He asked, mouth open in a wide grin as he stared at his annoyed master. Zim merely sighed again, the storm continuing, softer beyond the metal slats.
"You've been making smores this entire time?" He asked, making sure his question was clear.
"Yeah huh," GIR nodded, antenna bobbing back and forth. "I saw you come out of the lab and I hid in the fridge. I wanted to play hide and seek, but you looked mad. I hid-ed anyway next to the cheese and ketchup, 'cause I thought you wouldn't find me. But then I heard a big crash and I couldn't get out of the fridge. I thought-ed that you were breaking stuff again like the last time I was missin', but I couldn't see past the cheese. But then I got-ed the fridge open and found these crackers!" His explanation finally ended as Zim stared at the robot blankly.
"You got…stuck in the fridge?" Zim asked, not amused. GIR smiled wider and nodded furiously before stuffing a cracker in his mouth. Zim sighed, shaking his head, eyes closing to maintain his anger.
"Wanna make smores with me!?" GIR screamed as Zim cringed.
"No, GIR. I must make sure the base is safe from this tempest. Follow me in case I need an extra hand." He marched toward the front door as GIR followed with a salute, eyes a dim red. They faded back to blue when he spotted the metal slats across the door and windows.
"Oh, what's that?" GIR pointed at them; Zim answered simply.
"The upgraded security system. After the Dib-Worm snuck in a few days ago, I made sure to fix it so nothing would come in again!" He smiled triumphantly before saying, "Computer, release the slats upon the door." GIR gasped in awe, moving to touch the metal. Zim grabbed his arm, holding him back like a misbehaving child. The rain and wind was louder against the door once the slats relinquished their hold upon it. Zim let go of GIR's arm as he cheered, reaching for the doorknob.
"GIR, what are you doing!?" Zim shouted, but was too late to stop him from opening the door. The wind smacked against him like a wall, slamming him into the floor a few yards away. Zim groaned and sat up, gasping. "GIR!" He shouted, staring out the open door. "GIR, get inside right now! This tempest shows no mercy!" Rain fell in sheets onto the base's entryway as Zim shrieked. "You're even letting water in to the house, GIR! Come in before I show no mercy and shut the door!" He fought against the wind, hands in front of his face. He heard a familiar cackling squeal as GIR slammed into him. Zim fell back against the floor, the wind once again knocked out of him.
"I got me a marshmallow roasting stick!" He shouted, grin widening as Zim shoved him away, rolling his tired eyes. He moved to the door, but gasped shortly after.
"GIR, get down!" He shouted, reaching behind him with a hand to force the robot to the floor. An uprooted flamingo lawn ornament flew through the open front door, grazing one of Zim's antennae. The wind inside the house spun it around before thrusting the flamingo, end first, into the complex wires of the base's ceiling.
"SECURITY BRE-" The door slammed shut as the metal slats began their job of sealing off the door. They made it just past the doorknob before creaking to a halt as sparks rained down from the flamingo. Zim watched it with horror-struck eyes, GIR's face squirming out from under Zim's hand that had held him down. GIR stared at the sparks like it was the fourth of July. Zim jumped up, nearly hyperventilating.
"No…" He whispered before the ceiling began to sizzle. "NO!" His shout echoed through the base, GIR mimicking him out of joy as every light went out. Their shouts continued unto Zim finally stopped, pounding against the wall with angry grunts escaping his throat. He yanked the flamingo out of the ceiling and tossed it aside; the ceiling fizzled a bit more, but nothing else happened. All the power inside the base was out.
GIR finally stopped his squeals, plopping on the couch beside a fuming Zim. He held the stick he had found in the debris outside to Zim before shouting, "Wanna make smores!?"
