This is my first FanFic that has nothing to do romance! Woo!
I hope you enjoy!
Invader Zim and all its respective characters belong to Valcom (But created by Jhonen Vasquez)
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Gerbils. Exploded gerbils was all poor Skoodge could smell throughout the base lately. Zim had been trying to mind-control the stupid vermin to do his evil bidding.
"Irk, he couldn't be anymore idiotic..." Skoodge muttered as he peered at Zim prodding at yet another gerbil. As if on queue, the poor vermin exploded in Zim's stupid face. Skoodge fought hard to conceal his giggling, but Zim caught it.
"What are you laughing at, tubby?" Zim asked defensively, turning to face the other. Poor Skoodge just burst out laughing at the sight of the idiot.
"Y-you have - gerbily guts - all over you!" he managed to say though his laughs.
"They are not 'gerbilys'..." Zim scoffed, "They are called 'gerbils', you stupid fata-AAAAAAAAHHH!" Skoodge slammed a full-body mirror in front of the little Irken, diverting his attention to the guts all over him. "EWWWWWW! LOOK WHAT YOU DID FATSO!" Zim shrieked, "COMPUTER! CLEAN ZIM!" Skoodge's expression changed completely. ~Did he just blame me for an exploded gerbil, AND call me fat? :B~ He left the room leaving Zim to his cleansing.
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The chubby Irken sighed as he reached the entrance to his current domain. Zim's basement. The elevator door sild open and he stepped inside cautiously. "Computer?" He called softly.
"Yessir?" the computer replied cheerfully. The computer liked Skoodge considerably more than Zim. Mainly because he wasn't an IDIOT.
"How can one be so stubborn-Well... More oblivious than stubborn- to anything said involving his faults?" he asked it.
"Don't you know that Zim is a defective...?"
"Really? Well than no... That makes sense then... "
"Thus it makes him a bit stupid."
"Kind of makes me feel stupid for not knowing. Hmm... I thi-"
"HEY, FATTY, COME HERE! ZIM NEED ASSISTANCE!" Zim blurted through the intercom.
"Irk, why does he keep calling me that? It's been this way for months, you think I'd be used to it..." Skoodge whined.
"Sir... What if he was fat himself? I'm sure he'd think differently..." he computer suggested.
"Oh my Tallest." he gasped, trying to picture a fat Zim, "That's a brilliant idea... But I don't know if I shou-"
"OH, COME ON! YOU STUPID TUB OF LARD!" Zim screamed from the intercom again.
"Yeah. I'll do it." Skoodge stated grimly.