Jhonen Vasquez owns Invader Zim.
Nachos and Curly Fries
Hateful eyes full of hate followed the friendly nacho into the enemy's mouth. Never even blinking as he witnessed it was slowly chewed at. It took concentration to chew for it was quite rubbery because it had become cold with three melted cheesy layers. A few more moments of silence eventually broke the enemy's concentration. "What?" Purple finally commanded. The cheese still true to it's function, was a slobbery mess in his mouth. Red glared at him as if that was the most stupid question he heard his 'twin' say as of yet.
"What? What?" he said mockingly, "That was the last nacho till we restock on Foodcourtia!"
"So?" Purple scoffed back, "You finished the curly fries yesterday, so I get the last nacho today! Revenge is nice!" And as if to prove his point, he threw the cheesy nacho platter at Red, causing cheese to cling onto his robes to produce stains of doom.
"Why you...!" Red growled as he tried to come up with something mean to say, his right hand grasped the closest throw-able object. "Take that!" he grinned.
"Hey!" Purple whined as soda soaked instantly into his clothes. "Not cool!" He then tossed a chip's bag at Red's face.
"Why couldn't you have been a decimal shorter then me?" Red thought out loud as he grabbed the chip bag and proceeded to throw one chip at a time at his companion.
"Why am I not a decimal taller than you?" Purple huffed back, hiding behind his chair, chips bouncing off of it and to the floor. He then noticed on the floor amongst the chips was a Laith gun. Small, slim and purple. It's not necessary to guess why he liked that gun.
"Stop repeating what I said!" Red commanded as he climbed on top of Purple's seat for better aim.
"I did not!" Purple giggled as he pulled the gun out from under his chair and lunging at Red. Neither noticed through the scuffle that the main screen turned on showing their worst fear.
"Invader Zim, reporting in sirs!" Zim's salute faltered on it's way up, for I guess it is quite a sight to see a laser/food fight. For an Irken like Zim probably hasn't witnessed one of these for hundreds of years.
"Don't worry master!" Gir popped up from behind, startling Zim, "None of it's real! Tis' all acting they doooo!" Gir then proceeded to smooch the camera, sucking out all it's life, cutting the transmition and ending their brief time in this fanfic.
"Hahaha! You missed me! You missed me! Nah, nah-, augh!" Purple whimpered as he rubbed a saltine out of his eye.
"Ha! I rule!"
"No, we both do, meanie!" Purple tossed the cracker at Red's head, which bounced off harmlessly, "I'll make sure you hurt!"
"Yea, right!" Red sneered, "That will be the day, that... um, will never happen!"
Then his face met two boxes of fruity donut filling.
"Whooooo!" Purple spread his arms above his head, " Hey somebody, where's my victory music?" The Final Fantasy victory music then fulled the room as Purple managed a pose. "Oh yea! Oh yea!" Red through the blue jelly could only glare as staff began to remove the stains form his outfit with Oxyclean. And thus, end's yet another episode of wasting time on the Massive.
This was my very first fanfic, feel free to crush it with your thoughts and end it's misery.