Okay! My next story! I think I'm addicted to writing, truthfully. I want to thank everyone who read and/or reviewed my previous stories. I hope that you like this one. I'm going to do it in chapters, and hopefully it will be sort of long. Thank you in advance for reviewing this one, too. Feel free to let me know of anything you like, hate, or want to suggest for future chapters!
Disclaimer blah blah junk: I don't own Invader Zim, I'm not getting paid for this. You know the deal.
Chapter 1 - Don't mess with things that you don't understand.
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He stood there, outside the entrance to the small yard of the odd little green house.. it was early, almost too early. He didn't know what had possessed him to get up at 5 in the morning to attempt to spy on Zim. Yes, it may have caught the little alien off guard, he probably would have never expected a unwanted visitor at such an early hour.. but the loss of precious sleep almost wasn't worth it to Dib. It was the weekend, he should be sleeping in like Gaz did whenever she got the chance.
He yawned silently, closing his eyes and covering his mouth, only to open those amber eyes again and wonder vaguely if Zim actually did sleep. He knew he would probably never find out. He eyed those treacherous lawn defense-gnomes warily. He had wounds that were still healing from the last time he had tried to infiltrate the Invader's base, would he ever learn? He smirked to himself. Probably not.
He stepped forward boldly, the gnomes turned their heads to watch him, but they did not move. No, their master had not commanded them to do anything to the Dib-creature, yet. Hell, he probably didn't even know the Dib was there. The human stood before the door and hesitated as he touched the doorknob. Still no movement from the gnomes. He turned it, but groaned. Zim had actually had the sense to lock it, after all. The boy looked around for another way inside the fortress.
The window had been left open a crack, possibly to let the air in. He pulled it up as slowly as possible and crawled through, into the living room of his arch nemesis. 'He really needs to work on his defenses,' he thought to himself, looking around. All of the lights were on, along with a massive tv set. GIR was sitting on the couch, remote in hand, apparently entertaining himself with the first of the Saturday morning cartoons.
The little robot wasn't even wearing his disguise, and didn't even notice that the human was in the house either.. or maybe he just didn't care. GIR looked away from the tv finally and turned his head toward the boy. He smiled, then opened his mouth to voice a very loud, energetic hello, only to be silenced (at least partially) by Dib stuffing a pillow into his mouth.
"Shhhhh," Dib hissed at him. GIR started chewing on the pillow, and feathers started to pour out of it everywhere.
"MMM! Feathers are yummy!" he shouted ecstatically. Dib looked around a little frantically. He was way too loud.
"You.. um.. robot-thing," he said, pulling out his camera and taking a quick picture of GIR. "Could you tell me where Zim is?"
"He is in the potty!" GIR giggled crazily. It was.. sort of true, seeing as how one of the entrances to the elevator was in Zim's Kitchen-toilet. Dib looked into the kitchen, staring at the toilet in the middle of it. He would have made it a point to tell Zim that people normally didn't have a commode in the middle of their kitchens, but why let him in on anything that might just barely help him in his mission anyway?
"He is in the toilet?" Dib asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Why YES he is! He's probably workin' on something to doom you all! I'm gonna sing the doom song again! Doom doom doomy doom..." And so it started.. and kept going and going.. and going.. Convinced that he wasn't going to get any other useful information from the little robot, Dib looked around for another way down to Zim's labs.. besides the toilet of course. Suddenly, he remembered something.
"Computer?" he asked hesitantly, staring at one of the walls, then the ceiling.
"Unauthorized user," the computer stated simply. "Please state your name and species."
"Dib," he blinked at it. "Filthy human wormbaby?"
"I'm glad you admit it," the computer said without any emotion in it's voice. Dib stared around at the house for a while. "Well?" The computer asked him, sounding now as if it were growing impatient.
"I need to get down to the lab.. but preferably some room that Zim is not in," he started, doubting that the computer would do anything for him at all. It was worth a try, though.
"Zim is monitoring every inch of the lab, currently.. however, he is not on the storage level." A hatch opened in the wall, revealing another elevator, waiting to take him where he needed to go.
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The Irken Invader watched the monitor screens, running a plan through his ingenious mind over and over again. He switched the monitor view momentarily to the upper floor, shaking his head as he could hear that GIR had started singing the doom song again. What was he going to do with him? For such advanced technology, GIR really did seem very stupid. He didn't flip to the storage level just yet, the upstairs window was open. "Curse you, GIR!" he bellowed and took the toilet-elevator back upstairs,abandoning his latest plan for world domination in order to secure his home.
"GIR!" he shouted. GIR ran over to him and saluted promptly, his eyes glowing red.
"Yes, my lord?!"
"You left the window open again," Zim snarled, giving GIR a glare. GIR's eyes turned blue again, staring over at the window.
"I didn't open it that wide, master. It was only open a little. That Dib-human pushed it open and crawled inside. I think he was lookin' for you, cause he asked me where you was, and I told him that you were in the potty!" The robot started giggling again.
"Y-You WHAT?!" Zim looked around the room, searching for signs of his most hated enemy.. but he was gone. "GIR! Why didn't you tell me sooner?! Do you realize what this means?!" GIR smiled at him. "Of course you don't.. don't even bother to say yes," the Irken grumbled loudly. "It means he's somewhere in the house, taking pictures with that foul 'camera' of his," he made quotation marks with his fingers as he said the word, "and then he'll give them to those.. paranormal.. people-things and our mission will be a failure."
"Yay!" The little robot cheered.
Zim was thoroughly irritated.. he made a quick mental note to program the gnomes to never ever allow the Dib anywhere near the yard, with or without his orders. "COMPUTER?!" He then shouted at the ceiling. "Where is the Dib-stink?!"
"Dib is on the storage level, in Room 07," the computer stated flatly. Zim tried to remember what was in Room 07, but his memory failed him at the moment. Whatever it was, though.. it was definitely something he didn't want the human to get his hands on.
"Computer," he said calmly. "Take me to the storage level."
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The storage level was dark. Well, at least the hallway was. Dib walked as quietly as possible, pausing now and then to listen for the faintest sound that may have been Zim. He peered into different rooms, taking snapshots and smiling to himself about how nice they would look on a new episode of Mysterious Mysteries. As he peered down the hall, a room farther down was aglow with an eerie blue-green light. It cast a certain spookiness about the place, making Dib's hair stand on end.
Curiosity definitely got the better of him and he skipped the other rooms to go straight to that particular one. He peered through the doorway to Room 07, then walked slowly inside. There were several tubes running through the room that contained a glowing, blueish liquid that was clouded with green. They were containers, each with an identical label. Dib tried to read the label as he snapped a few more pictures, but it was written in Irken, so it was no good for him to even try.
He touched one of the tubes. The liquid felt cool against his hand as it moved under the glass-like substance, almost freezing. The warmth from his hand warmed the liquid in the tube quickly, the fast response to his temperature was puzzling. He wondered if he would ever get the chance to ask Zim what it was. 'Yeah right,' he thought with a snort of a laugh. 'If you don't get killed for being here, you'll be lucky enough.'
He pulled his pale hand away, then noticed that a crack was forming in the side of the tube. "Shit," he whispered, starting to back away from it. The crack lengthened, then the tube burst completely, broken glass flying everywhere, along with the liquid contents. The boy held his arms up to shield his face, but it was almost in vain. He was starting to bleed, his hands and his face cut by the glass, and he was dripping from head to toe in whatever that stuff was. It felt as cool as before... but then it started to warm, and to his horror it was seeping into his skin.
He let out a weak-sounding sort of scream, trying to fling it off of him but to no avail. His knees were buckling beneath him, his legs felt like gelatin, and pain seared through his body, starting to consume this thoughts and cloud his mind. "Wh-What's happening?!" He managed to choke out. He heard a distant sound of metal clanking on metal, getting louder and louder, then a pair of bright crimson eyes appeared somewhere above him.
"What have you done, Dib-human?" Zim gasped loudly. He was up on his spider-legs, staring down at him with a look of utmost horror on his face.
Disclaimer blah blah junk: I don't own Invader Zim, I'm not getting paid for this. You know the deal.
Chapter 1 - Don't mess with things that you don't understand.
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He stood there, outside the entrance to the small yard of the odd little green house.. it was early, almost too early. He didn't know what had possessed him to get up at 5 in the morning to attempt to spy on Zim. Yes, it may have caught the little alien off guard, he probably would have never expected a unwanted visitor at such an early hour.. but the loss of precious sleep almost wasn't worth it to Dib. It was the weekend, he should be sleeping in like Gaz did whenever she got the chance.
He yawned silently, closing his eyes and covering his mouth, only to open those amber eyes again and wonder vaguely if Zim actually did sleep. He knew he would probably never find out. He eyed those treacherous lawn defense-gnomes warily. He had wounds that were still healing from the last time he had tried to infiltrate the Invader's base, would he ever learn? He smirked to himself. Probably not.
He stepped forward boldly, the gnomes turned their heads to watch him, but they did not move. No, their master had not commanded them to do anything to the Dib-creature, yet. Hell, he probably didn't even know the Dib was there. The human stood before the door and hesitated as he touched the doorknob. Still no movement from the gnomes. He turned it, but groaned. Zim had actually had the sense to lock it, after all. The boy looked around for another way inside the fortress.
The window had been left open a crack, possibly to let the air in. He pulled it up as slowly as possible and crawled through, into the living room of his arch nemesis. 'He really needs to work on his defenses,' he thought to himself, looking around. All of the lights were on, along with a massive tv set. GIR was sitting on the couch, remote in hand, apparently entertaining himself with the first of the Saturday morning cartoons.
The little robot wasn't even wearing his disguise, and didn't even notice that the human was in the house either.. or maybe he just didn't care. GIR looked away from the tv finally and turned his head toward the boy. He smiled, then opened his mouth to voice a very loud, energetic hello, only to be silenced (at least partially) by Dib stuffing a pillow into his mouth.
"Shhhhh," Dib hissed at him. GIR started chewing on the pillow, and feathers started to pour out of it everywhere.
"MMM! Feathers are yummy!" he shouted ecstatically. Dib looked around a little frantically. He was way too loud.
"You.. um.. robot-thing," he said, pulling out his camera and taking a quick picture of GIR. "Could you tell me where Zim is?"
"He is in the potty!" GIR giggled crazily. It was.. sort of true, seeing as how one of the entrances to the elevator was in Zim's Kitchen-toilet. Dib looked into the kitchen, staring at the toilet in the middle of it. He would have made it a point to tell Zim that people normally didn't have a commode in the middle of their kitchens, but why let him in on anything that might just barely help him in his mission anyway?
"He is in the toilet?" Dib asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Why YES he is! He's probably workin' on something to doom you all! I'm gonna sing the doom song again! Doom doom doomy doom..." And so it started.. and kept going and going.. and going.. Convinced that he wasn't going to get any other useful information from the little robot, Dib looked around for another way down to Zim's labs.. besides the toilet of course. Suddenly, he remembered something.
"Computer?" he asked hesitantly, staring at one of the walls, then the ceiling.
"Unauthorized user," the computer stated simply. "Please state your name and species."
"Dib," he blinked at it. "Filthy human wormbaby?"
"I'm glad you admit it," the computer said without any emotion in it's voice. Dib stared around at the house for a while. "Well?" The computer asked him, sounding now as if it were growing impatient.
"I need to get down to the lab.. but preferably some room that Zim is not in," he started, doubting that the computer would do anything for him at all. It was worth a try, though.
"Zim is monitoring every inch of the lab, currently.. however, he is not on the storage level." A hatch opened in the wall, revealing another elevator, waiting to take him where he needed to go.
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The Irken Invader watched the monitor screens, running a plan through his ingenious mind over and over again. He switched the monitor view momentarily to the upper floor, shaking his head as he could hear that GIR had started singing the doom song again. What was he going to do with him? For such advanced technology, GIR really did seem very stupid. He didn't flip to the storage level just yet, the upstairs window was open. "Curse you, GIR!" he bellowed and took the toilet-elevator back upstairs,abandoning his latest plan for world domination in order to secure his home.
"GIR!" he shouted. GIR ran over to him and saluted promptly, his eyes glowing red.
"Yes, my lord?!"
"You left the window open again," Zim snarled, giving GIR a glare. GIR's eyes turned blue again, staring over at the window.
"I didn't open it that wide, master. It was only open a little. That Dib-human pushed it open and crawled inside. I think he was lookin' for you, cause he asked me where you was, and I told him that you were in the potty!" The robot started giggling again.
"Y-You WHAT?!" Zim looked around the room, searching for signs of his most hated enemy.. but he was gone. "GIR! Why didn't you tell me sooner?! Do you realize what this means?!" GIR smiled at him. "Of course you don't.. don't even bother to say yes," the Irken grumbled loudly. "It means he's somewhere in the house, taking pictures with that foul 'camera' of his," he made quotation marks with his fingers as he said the word, "and then he'll give them to those.. paranormal.. people-things and our mission will be a failure."
"Yay!" The little robot cheered.
Zim was thoroughly irritated.. he made a quick mental note to program the gnomes to never ever allow the Dib anywhere near the yard, with or without his orders. "COMPUTER?!" He then shouted at the ceiling. "Where is the Dib-stink?!"
"Dib is on the storage level, in Room 07," the computer stated flatly. Zim tried to remember what was in Room 07, but his memory failed him at the moment. Whatever it was, though.. it was definitely something he didn't want the human to get his hands on.
"Computer," he said calmly. "Take me to the storage level."
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The storage level was dark. Well, at least the hallway was. Dib walked as quietly as possible, pausing now and then to listen for the faintest sound that may have been Zim. He peered into different rooms, taking snapshots and smiling to himself about how nice they would look on a new episode of Mysterious Mysteries. As he peered down the hall, a room farther down was aglow with an eerie blue-green light. It cast a certain spookiness about the place, making Dib's hair stand on end.
Curiosity definitely got the better of him and he skipped the other rooms to go straight to that particular one. He peered through the doorway to Room 07, then walked slowly inside. There were several tubes running through the room that contained a glowing, blueish liquid that was clouded with green. They were containers, each with an identical label. Dib tried to read the label as he snapped a few more pictures, but it was written in Irken, so it was no good for him to even try.
He touched one of the tubes. The liquid felt cool against his hand as it moved under the glass-like substance, almost freezing. The warmth from his hand warmed the liquid in the tube quickly, the fast response to his temperature was puzzling. He wondered if he would ever get the chance to ask Zim what it was. 'Yeah right,' he thought with a snort of a laugh. 'If you don't get killed for being here, you'll be lucky enough.'
He pulled his pale hand away, then noticed that a crack was forming in the side of the tube. "Shit," he whispered, starting to back away from it. The crack lengthened, then the tube burst completely, broken glass flying everywhere, along with the liquid contents. The boy held his arms up to shield his face, but it was almost in vain. He was starting to bleed, his hands and his face cut by the glass, and he was dripping from head to toe in whatever that stuff was. It felt as cool as before... but then it started to warm, and to his horror it was seeping into his skin.
He let out a weak-sounding sort of scream, trying to fling it off of him but to no avail. His knees were buckling beneath him, his legs felt like gelatin, and pain seared through his body, starting to consume this thoughts and cloud his mind. "Wh-What's happening?!" He managed to choke out. He heard a distant sound of metal clanking on metal, getting louder and louder, then a pair of bright crimson eyes appeared somewhere above him.
"What have you done, Dib-human?" Zim gasped loudly. He was up on his spider-legs, staring down at him with a look of utmost horror on his face.