Author's Note: Alright, this is my first fanfic on here, and I'm not sure where I want to go with it. I know that alot of this is probably OOC, but, considering its my first Invader Zim fanfic, I was hoping you'd all let me live. I would appriciate what you all think of it, and all that. If this is similar to anyone else's, tell me, because I haven't read many fanfics on here. Oh man. I'm nervous.
Disclaimer: I don't own any character mentioned in this. Unless I made one, which I probably won't.
Line after line of intricate code flickered down across the screen, explaining complex theories, and diagrams from the normal to the paranormal. Photos of large beastly objects, objects that seemed suspended in the air without reason, and the diagram of a single creature, or person, depending on who viewed these files. But to these eyes, it was a creature, a creature in a very bad disguise.
Just recently I had put the camera in its home, and obviously, my foe, so simply titled 'Zim' had yet to notice it. Which, also, depending on who you were, it would be a federal offense by breaching privacy, or a huge, mind blowing scandal. For me, the latter. For once, I would have my true victory, and expose that monstrosity to the general public, and be un-mocked. It would be my true glory.
I remember with estranged detail my passage into his home, slinking past that pathetic things 'Zim' called security. Everything was wide open, and lain out in front of me, beckoning. Beckoning me to enter. How could I deny such a call, one that was telling me such sweet tales of glory, and, of true acceptance? I couldn't. Not now, not ever. No mortal man should be immune to such calls and desires, but obviously, I am either something more than mortal, or less.
Silently, I passed through his window, right into the massive lair itself, which, as I had seen before, was not all pleasing to what I wanted. I could get NOTHING with this room. Nothing at all, save the Gir bot's random screaming and running about madly; and no one would believe that. If I must say anything, human kind is blind; but back to the main subject.
I knew the place inside and out by now. Every nook and cranny, every curve, twist, and color. It was essential to know it like this, essential to every plan I could ever create, concoct, or even place slight thought upon.
And it was silent. Not a single sound from any point in the house. Not an explosion, scream, or footfall. It was creepy, and sent a shiver down my spine. Yet I would not be daunted by such, and all it did was fuel my resolve, fuel my desire to expose. Slinking down to his underground lair, I stood in shock for mere seconds.
About me was grand technology I couldn't even fathom at this point, and I seriously doubted even Zim knew what many of the things there were; the poor fool. Everything was down, computer, lights, security. Something had obviously happened, and Zim was out looking for something to fix it; or he didn't know. Either way was working plainly for me.
Grabbing a set of low hanging cords, I heaved myself up, until I reached the top of every cord, wire, and odd contraption in the place. Placing the camera in a place that even I would have a hard time spotting, I grinned. I must admit, tales of bravado and adventure twisted my mind around, and me staring everyone, delighting the hundreds who listened on in my head.
Crawling down, I heard him. Though, he was not the first thing I heard. The scratchy creak of the front door reached me first, through the twisted pipes.
"GIR!" I can still hear him shout. "GIR!"
From below me, I saw the movement of that robot, followed by the blue-green glow of the lights on his body. "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! YOU HAVE TAQUITOS?!" With the ear piercing scream, it left my presence.
I knew I only had mere moments to escape the base, lest I was captured, and never found. Jumping down, I looked about madly, hoping for some sort of escape route, yet I saw none. Dashing to the door I came through, I headed back up. I would have to make a mad dash past Zim.
"No Gir, I didn't get you any taquitos."
"Awwwww…"
All of it, every moment made my heart race faster, and it felt on the verge of explosion as I ran through the opening doors, past Zim and Gir, leaving the two of them blinking and confused. What a rush, it was something unknown to me. That dangerous feeling, accompanied by a lust for more, and the panicking feeling of 'not again, not again.' It was pure bliss.
Often I come off as insane, but I must urge you, I am in my right mind. It is everyone else who is insane, with their petty ways and lives, ignoring everything about them. I swear, often I wish Zim would kill them all, and leave me alone on a barren planet, so I wouldn't have to deal with everything at every moment. Constant, lonely, existence so I may go about and prove to myself that I am not insane, and everything that happens is real, and not my imagination; but then, I wouldn't have to worry, would I? Everyone would be dead, and I could go on as I see fit.
But now, as I watch this pathetic screen (which could be so much better if father would let me work on it,) dances my twin marionettes. Zim and Gir, oblivious actors in my little play, where even the actors don't know the lines. I can feel myself grinning as I look on; today will be a bright day for Dib indeed…
"Now, we'll be learning about-" Mrs. Bitters, hah! How pathetic, that old hag sitting at her desk, droning on and on, depressive as ever. Makes me wonder why she lingers here, destroying children's hopes and dreams. Probably preparing them for life I suppose, but I don't need it, not today; so there is no point in listening.
Instead, my eyes are glued on Zim, who seems to be twitching under my unwavering stare. Irkens, as I have learned their name, may be different from humans in many ways, but obviously they still feel when a cold stare is upon them. I grin at this thought, that despite all differences, Zim is just as pathetic under a grim stare as any human.
Its very, very entertaining to watch him squirm. He twitches again, but this time looks about worriedly, until locking gaze with me. As if in chaos, I can see the very sparks of our gazing collision, slamming into the face of a child, who seems to squirm as well, as if he can feel it. The green-skinned alien narrows his gaze at me, as if trying to be fearsome. I just smirk.
"Mrs. Bitters!" I can hear the girl behind Zim yell, what was her name? Oh yes, Zita. "Mrs. Bitters!"
As if on que, Mrs. Bitters slides through our eye-lock, then speaks. "Yes, Zita?"
"Zim and Dib are creeping me out. Can we toss them out for today?" Sniveling, whining child. Get a spine, and learn to deal with things. You won't always have someone to get rid of people.
Again, I see him twitch, and leap up from his desk pointing, yet he doesn't look away. That pathetic Irken has more courage then I gave him, and in turn I stand, grinning darkly. Dance for me, my little marionette. Show me where you think the play should go. Dance… dance away.
"Yes… maybe they'll destroy themselves as well." Mrs. Bitters cold gaze flickered to me, than Zim, portraying a mental image of leave. Leave and stay outside. You are flung from this school today at my will. It doesn't bother me in the least; it just gives me more time with my play.
Moving on que, I left, feeling mentally Zim trailing close behind him. "Well, Zim, look what you've done. Flung us out of class. Out of school even…" Mere small talk. Something needed to be said, and I had nothing better to mention.
Grunting behind me, he followed smoothly. Thud. Thud. Thud. Such drab strides lacking any sort of emotion. Grinning still, I gazed upwards at the doors, and pushed them open, gazing across concrete. Yes, today was well indeed, and from the look of it now, it would be brighter.
Grimly, I looked at Zim, "Well, Zim, we've got a whole afternoon. I suppose you'll be heading back to your home, as always." I chuckled. He was so predictable. "You know, you never do anything normal. You sit at home, and come to school." I leaned towards him, "And you know… no one accepts you."
With another chuckle, I left the building, striding proudly across the grounds, chin held highly in the air. I desired more such things, more glory, more fickle promises. I thrived off them now, and if it wasn't obvious, it never would be. Never at all.
"DIB!" It shouted behind me, and I whirled to face him, and again our gazes struck, casting off sparks of hate, destruction, and glory. "You…" He seemed at a lack for words under my gaze. I was getting better at my meek intimidation, and it showed clearly on Zim's face. He was flinching, yet he dared not look away, lest he prove humankind was superior. So he stayed his hand, contacted eyes glazed with fear.
I stepped forward, a smirk playing across the corner of my mouth. What fun, what fun, I am certain I was shouting to myself as I stared him down, turning him into a mere cowering lump. A beaten dog before a angered master. "What Zim? You never say anything important, so what in your empty skull could you have to tell me? You're 'sorry?' Laughter? Or some stupid insult, like… 'filthy human-child' or 'sniveling earth-beast?' PATHETIC!" I barked at him, and stepped forward again, "JUST PATHETIC! You… are nothing."
Certainly, I struck something deep within him that made him re-coil, and firmed his own resolve to rebel against me. "DIB-THING! HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME, ZIM!" His own yell was much akin to a small growl. It was nothing, and again I stepped forward. He was breaking.
"Poor, poor little Zim. Scared… of me…?" I grinned fully now. I must have looked like some grim specter of evil to him now, and he had angered it. "Scared of little old Dib? Well, well, what for, Zim? Oh, Zim, are you flinching? You are, aren't you?" Bursting out laughing, my gaze lifted off him to throw my head back. "Pathetic, just plain PATHETIC!"
An interesting turn, though not a turn at all. Just meek dialog that was needed to push things forward, make things work. Driven I was by the tales in my head, they lingered, whispering their sweet nothings in my head still. Oh how man can be enthralled so. If only he could know this desire leaping about in my mind, and then he would truly understand my need for this, my need for every action to be perfect; unflawed, and it was.
Where was his voice, I pondered, why was he not retorting? I paused from my full-hearted laughter, to gaze at the shocked Irken. I could see it in his eyes. He thought I went off the deep end. Fallen off the cliff of insanity, and to far to ever climb back up. Oh how wrong he was. With a swift dash, I was right in front of him, face mere inches away from his. Did he tremble? No! He denied my what I so needed fully. My lust for his fear was unquenched. How dare he!
All he gave me was a single murmur, and ran. "COWARD!" I shouted after him, as his form left my sight. Power, I could feel the power over my little puppet in my hands. It was sublime. Pure bliss, every moment. If I couldn't have respect from those around me, I would have them cower before me. And they would pay for everything they ever did to me. They would regret rejecting me.
But now was not the time for me to stand idly, and thus I ran home, as fast as possible.
Disclaimer: I don't own any character mentioned in this. Unless I made one, which I probably won't.
Line after line of intricate code flickered down across the screen, explaining complex theories, and diagrams from the normal to the paranormal. Photos of large beastly objects, objects that seemed suspended in the air without reason, and the diagram of a single creature, or person, depending on who viewed these files. But to these eyes, it was a creature, a creature in a very bad disguise.
Just recently I had put the camera in its home, and obviously, my foe, so simply titled 'Zim' had yet to notice it. Which, also, depending on who you were, it would be a federal offense by breaching privacy, or a huge, mind blowing scandal. For me, the latter. For once, I would have my true victory, and expose that monstrosity to the general public, and be un-mocked. It would be my true glory.
I remember with estranged detail my passage into his home, slinking past that pathetic things 'Zim' called security. Everything was wide open, and lain out in front of me, beckoning. Beckoning me to enter. How could I deny such a call, one that was telling me such sweet tales of glory, and, of true acceptance? I couldn't. Not now, not ever. No mortal man should be immune to such calls and desires, but obviously, I am either something more than mortal, or less.
Silently, I passed through his window, right into the massive lair itself, which, as I had seen before, was not all pleasing to what I wanted. I could get NOTHING with this room. Nothing at all, save the Gir bot's random screaming and running about madly; and no one would believe that. If I must say anything, human kind is blind; but back to the main subject.
I knew the place inside and out by now. Every nook and cranny, every curve, twist, and color. It was essential to know it like this, essential to every plan I could ever create, concoct, or even place slight thought upon.
And it was silent. Not a single sound from any point in the house. Not an explosion, scream, or footfall. It was creepy, and sent a shiver down my spine. Yet I would not be daunted by such, and all it did was fuel my resolve, fuel my desire to expose. Slinking down to his underground lair, I stood in shock for mere seconds.
About me was grand technology I couldn't even fathom at this point, and I seriously doubted even Zim knew what many of the things there were; the poor fool. Everything was down, computer, lights, security. Something had obviously happened, and Zim was out looking for something to fix it; or he didn't know. Either way was working plainly for me.
Grabbing a set of low hanging cords, I heaved myself up, until I reached the top of every cord, wire, and odd contraption in the place. Placing the camera in a place that even I would have a hard time spotting, I grinned. I must admit, tales of bravado and adventure twisted my mind around, and me staring everyone, delighting the hundreds who listened on in my head.
Crawling down, I heard him. Though, he was not the first thing I heard. The scratchy creak of the front door reached me first, through the twisted pipes.
"GIR!" I can still hear him shout. "GIR!"
From below me, I saw the movement of that robot, followed by the blue-green glow of the lights on his body. "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! YOU HAVE TAQUITOS?!" With the ear piercing scream, it left my presence.
I knew I only had mere moments to escape the base, lest I was captured, and never found. Jumping down, I looked about madly, hoping for some sort of escape route, yet I saw none. Dashing to the door I came through, I headed back up. I would have to make a mad dash past Zim.
"No Gir, I didn't get you any taquitos."
"Awwwww…"
All of it, every moment made my heart race faster, and it felt on the verge of explosion as I ran through the opening doors, past Zim and Gir, leaving the two of them blinking and confused. What a rush, it was something unknown to me. That dangerous feeling, accompanied by a lust for more, and the panicking feeling of 'not again, not again.' It was pure bliss.
Often I come off as insane, but I must urge you, I am in my right mind. It is everyone else who is insane, with their petty ways and lives, ignoring everything about them. I swear, often I wish Zim would kill them all, and leave me alone on a barren planet, so I wouldn't have to deal with everything at every moment. Constant, lonely, existence so I may go about and prove to myself that I am not insane, and everything that happens is real, and not my imagination; but then, I wouldn't have to worry, would I? Everyone would be dead, and I could go on as I see fit.
But now, as I watch this pathetic screen (which could be so much better if father would let me work on it,) dances my twin marionettes. Zim and Gir, oblivious actors in my little play, where even the actors don't know the lines. I can feel myself grinning as I look on; today will be a bright day for Dib indeed…
"Now, we'll be learning about-" Mrs. Bitters, hah! How pathetic, that old hag sitting at her desk, droning on and on, depressive as ever. Makes me wonder why she lingers here, destroying children's hopes and dreams. Probably preparing them for life I suppose, but I don't need it, not today; so there is no point in listening.
Instead, my eyes are glued on Zim, who seems to be twitching under my unwavering stare. Irkens, as I have learned their name, may be different from humans in many ways, but obviously they still feel when a cold stare is upon them. I grin at this thought, that despite all differences, Zim is just as pathetic under a grim stare as any human.
Its very, very entertaining to watch him squirm. He twitches again, but this time looks about worriedly, until locking gaze with me. As if in chaos, I can see the very sparks of our gazing collision, slamming into the face of a child, who seems to squirm as well, as if he can feel it. The green-skinned alien narrows his gaze at me, as if trying to be fearsome. I just smirk.
"Mrs. Bitters!" I can hear the girl behind Zim yell, what was her name? Oh yes, Zita. "Mrs. Bitters!"
As if on que, Mrs. Bitters slides through our eye-lock, then speaks. "Yes, Zita?"
"Zim and Dib are creeping me out. Can we toss them out for today?" Sniveling, whining child. Get a spine, and learn to deal with things. You won't always have someone to get rid of people.
Again, I see him twitch, and leap up from his desk pointing, yet he doesn't look away. That pathetic Irken has more courage then I gave him, and in turn I stand, grinning darkly. Dance for me, my little marionette. Show me where you think the play should go. Dance… dance away.
"Yes… maybe they'll destroy themselves as well." Mrs. Bitters cold gaze flickered to me, than Zim, portraying a mental image of leave. Leave and stay outside. You are flung from this school today at my will. It doesn't bother me in the least; it just gives me more time with my play.
Moving on que, I left, feeling mentally Zim trailing close behind him. "Well, Zim, look what you've done. Flung us out of class. Out of school even…" Mere small talk. Something needed to be said, and I had nothing better to mention.
Grunting behind me, he followed smoothly. Thud. Thud. Thud. Such drab strides lacking any sort of emotion. Grinning still, I gazed upwards at the doors, and pushed them open, gazing across concrete. Yes, today was well indeed, and from the look of it now, it would be brighter.
Grimly, I looked at Zim, "Well, Zim, we've got a whole afternoon. I suppose you'll be heading back to your home, as always." I chuckled. He was so predictable. "You know, you never do anything normal. You sit at home, and come to school." I leaned towards him, "And you know… no one accepts you."
With another chuckle, I left the building, striding proudly across the grounds, chin held highly in the air. I desired more such things, more glory, more fickle promises. I thrived off them now, and if it wasn't obvious, it never would be. Never at all.
"DIB!" It shouted behind me, and I whirled to face him, and again our gazes struck, casting off sparks of hate, destruction, and glory. "You…" He seemed at a lack for words under my gaze. I was getting better at my meek intimidation, and it showed clearly on Zim's face. He was flinching, yet he dared not look away, lest he prove humankind was superior. So he stayed his hand, contacted eyes glazed with fear.
I stepped forward, a smirk playing across the corner of my mouth. What fun, what fun, I am certain I was shouting to myself as I stared him down, turning him into a mere cowering lump. A beaten dog before a angered master. "What Zim? You never say anything important, so what in your empty skull could you have to tell me? You're 'sorry?' Laughter? Or some stupid insult, like… 'filthy human-child' or 'sniveling earth-beast?' PATHETIC!" I barked at him, and stepped forward again, "JUST PATHETIC! You… are nothing."
Certainly, I struck something deep within him that made him re-coil, and firmed his own resolve to rebel against me. "DIB-THING! HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME, ZIM!" His own yell was much akin to a small growl. It was nothing, and again I stepped forward. He was breaking.
"Poor, poor little Zim. Scared… of me…?" I grinned fully now. I must have looked like some grim specter of evil to him now, and he had angered it. "Scared of little old Dib? Well, well, what for, Zim? Oh, Zim, are you flinching? You are, aren't you?" Bursting out laughing, my gaze lifted off him to throw my head back. "Pathetic, just plain PATHETIC!"
An interesting turn, though not a turn at all. Just meek dialog that was needed to push things forward, make things work. Driven I was by the tales in my head, they lingered, whispering their sweet nothings in my head still. Oh how man can be enthralled so. If only he could know this desire leaping about in my mind, and then he would truly understand my need for this, my need for every action to be perfect; unflawed, and it was.
Where was his voice, I pondered, why was he not retorting? I paused from my full-hearted laughter, to gaze at the shocked Irken. I could see it in his eyes. He thought I went off the deep end. Fallen off the cliff of insanity, and to far to ever climb back up. Oh how wrong he was. With a swift dash, I was right in front of him, face mere inches away from his. Did he tremble? No! He denied my what I so needed fully. My lust for his fear was unquenched. How dare he!
All he gave me was a single murmur, and ran. "COWARD!" I shouted after him, as his form left my sight. Power, I could feel the power over my little puppet in my hands. It was sublime. Pure bliss, every moment. If I couldn't have respect from those around me, I would have them cower before me. And they would pay for everything they ever did to me. They would regret rejecting me.
But now was not the time for me to stand idly, and thus I ran home, as fast as possible.