Disclaimer: I don't own any of the IZ characters except for my OC
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the IZ characters except for my OC. Darn you Jhonen, DARN YOU!!
Chapter One: The E-mail
/Dib-pov/
It's been about five years since Zim has been on Earth, and for about five years I have foiled his plots from it taking over. I don't even know why he tries anymore. We even managed to enroll to the same Hi-skool where we coincidently have the same home room, and worse, Ms. Bitters. I have no idea how she does it, but she doesn't look like she aged at all. Anyways, I'm still taller than Zim, standing at 5'10. Zim is only 5'3, so at least I get to look down at him when I ruin one of his plans. It makes him so mad when I do that. He still wears that same dumb wig and those contacts. I still where the same clothes also and my awesome hair scythe has grown too. I also managed to repair Tak's ship to the point where it works better than it did before. I even removed most of the flight controls and replaced them with gaming joysticks which makes it real comfortable to fly. I haven't really had time to go anywhere cool with it but I do use it to stop Zim when one of his plans is in space. No one still believes me that Zim's an alien though. I thought that teenagers would be a little more open minded, but all the ones at my hi-skool are a blind as my class back in grade school. Gaz knows Zim's an alien, but she doesn't really care. I wish someone would. Being 'The soul protector of Earth' did sound cool in the beginning, but now it's overwhelming my life. The only other person who hates Zim enough to destroy him is probably somewhere in space, my dad still thinks I'm insane, and the Swollen Eye Balls resent me, as far as I know. I had sent as much information on Zim to all the high-ranking Swollen Eye Balls but they never returned my messages. Oh well, I guess all I can do now tonight is just sit at my computer and watch some videos of Zim eating waffles.
/End pov/
As Dib boringly watched the video of Zim from the waffle episode, his computer alerted him of a message. "Hmm I wonder who. . . yawn . . . this could be from" Dib tiredly said. He opened it and his half-closed eyes shot open at who it was from. "It's from Agent Pin Missile, head of the Swollen Eye Ball Defense." Dib was so excited, someone had finally written back to him about his info on Zim. It read:
Dear Agent Mothman,
I apologize for not opening your message sooner. All the other members told me to not bother, so I did. But, when I was clearing out my messages, it turns out that you have some very plausible information here. This alien could be a potential threat to mankind, if it's true. So that's why I have sent someone to investigate your findings. I trust his word on anything and he'll report back to me in a week's time. He'll have access to all kinds of equipment and weapons if needed. Don't feel like he's going to take your investigation, he's been given direct orders to only follow you around and evaluate your observations unless you say otherwise. His code-name is Agent Blue Stinger and he'll be arriving tomorrow.
Agent Pin Missile
Head of Swollen Eye Ball Defense
P.S. He'll be crashing at your place for the week so I hope the couch is open. ; )
Also don't mention to the other members that I'm helping you.
"Wow, this is amazing! I can't wait to finally bring down Zim!" As excited as Dib was about this extraordinary opportunity, he was too sleepy to do a victory dance. So, he fell onto his bed, can't waiting for tomorrow.
Yeah, it's cool.
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