Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own anything having to do with Zim. I know, what
a shock, eh? Except for Kit, I made her up.but anyone can use her if they
want to!
Sorry about all the spelling mistakes when I first uploaded it. something went haywire with my computer. Hopefully they're all fixed now.
Invader Zim: The Invasion Commences.Now
Dib sat at his desk, staring blankly at the wall. His science book lay open on the desk, along with a notebook of messy notes, both of which were being ignored. His mind couldn't concentrate on the work before him, it could only think of one thing: the destruction of Zim.
Dib sighed, pulling himself out of his little "mind warp", and exited his room. Gaz was sitting on the couch, playing her Game Slave 9, with the television blaring. "You finish your homework?" Dib asked dutifully. "Did you?" Gaz retorted, not glancing up from the game. Dib's eyes narrowed, but his mouth remained shut.
"Buy your Superiorly Advanced Super Duper Game Slave 10x! Only looooser still play with the ancient version nine. Get your new Game Slave tomorrow, but better hurry, only a limited amount will be sold." Gaz's eyes shot up at the television, growing wider with each word it spoke. "I have to get one!" She yelled, jumping up. The Game Slave fell from her hands, unnoticed, as she rampaged about the house looking for some money. "But you just got this one a month ago. What's the big difference between version nine and version ten billion anyway?" Gaz stopped, turning on her brother, "You'll never get it will you." Dib shrugged, "Guess not. Anyway, I'm heading out. Will you be okay by yourself?"
Gaz made a great show of rolling her eyes, and saying with an exasperated tone, "Of course, I'm almost sixteen you know. I don't need a babysitter, got it? Where you going, anyway? I thought you had that big science test tomorrow." Dib shifted uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact as he stood. "Um, well, I'm going to go spy on Zim. He's up to something, I know it."
"Zim is always up to something, Dib! Dad was really mad you bombed your last test. You better not do it again." Dib opened his mouth to reply, paused, and glared; "You're the one who told him about the test? I got grounded for a week. Gazzz, how could you?" Gaz smiled, not her normal evil one, but somewhat of a sad one. She spoke softly, something out of character for her, "How many years have you been after Zim? Five, six, seven years? You've tried to capture him countless times, and failed each time. Your grades have suffered through junior and high school, all because of one person. Dib, you're a junior, next year will be your last year of high school," She paused, shrugging as her tone returned to normal, "But its not like I care about you or your stupid grades." She scooped up her fallen Game Slave, vowed to get the new one, and proceeded to the kitchen without another word.
Dib watched his sister leave with a crooked smile on his face. Slowly, he slipped the jacket off his arms, returning it to its rightful spot. "Zim can wait tonight, I'll get him tomorrow." Dib said as he walked up to his bedroom for some vigorous study time.
Sorry about all the spelling mistakes when I first uploaded it. something went haywire with my computer. Hopefully they're all fixed now.
Invader Zim: The Invasion Commences.Now
Dib sat at his desk, staring blankly at the wall. His science book lay open on the desk, along with a notebook of messy notes, both of which were being ignored. His mind couldn't concentrate on the work before him, it could only think of one thing: the destruction of Zim.
Dib sighed, pulling himself out of his little "mind warp", and exited his room. Gaz was sitting on the couch, playing her Game Slave 9, with the television blaring. "You finish your homework?" Dib asked dutifully. "Did you?" Gaz retorted, not glancing up from the game. Dib's eyes narrowed, but his mouth remained shut.
"Buy your Superiorly Advanced Super Duper Game Slave 10x! Only looooser still play with the ancient version nine. Get your new Game Slave tomorrow, but better hurry, only a limited amount will be sold." Gaz's eyes shot up at the television, growing wider with each word it spoke. "I have to get one!" She yelled, jumping up. The Game Slave fell from her hands, unnoticed, as she rampaged about the house looking for some money. "But you just got this one a month ago. What's the big difference between version nine and version ten billion anyway?" Gaz stopped, turning on her brother, "You'll never get it will you." Dib shrugged, "Guess not. Anyway, I'm heading out. Will you be okay by yourself?"
Gaz made a great show of rolling her eyes, and saying with an exasperated tone, "Of course, I'm almost sixteen you know. I don't need a babysitter, got it? Where you going, anyway? I thought you had that big science test tomorrow." Dib shifted uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact as he stood. "Um, well, I'm going to go spy on Zim. He's up to something, I know it."
"Zim is always up to something, Dib! Dad was really mad you bombed your last test. You better not do it again." Dib opened his mouth to reply, paused, and glared; "You're the one who told him about the test? I got grounded for a week. Gazzz, how could you?" Gaz smiled, not her normal evil one, but somewhat of a sad one. She spoke softly, something out of character for her, "How many years have you been after Zim? Five, six, seven years? You've tried to capture him countless times, and failed each time. Your grades have suffered through junior and high school, all because of one person. Dib, you're a junior, next year will be your last year of high school," She paused, shrugging as her tone returned to normal, "But its not like I care about you or your stupid grades." She scooped up her fallen Game Slave, vowed to get the new one, and proceeded to the kitchen without another word.
Dib watched his sister leave with a crooked smile on his face. Slowly, he slipped the jacket off his arms, returning it to its rightful spot. "Zim can wait tonight, I'll get him tomorrow." Dib said as he walked up to his bedroom for some vigorous study time.