Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim, and have never made money of it. Ever. Bummer...
A/N: I'm putting my TNBC fic on hold until some new ideas spring up. Meanwhile, I thought up an idea for an Invader Zim fic, when my friend told me I watched the show so much, I might as well be stalking Zim. I hope you like it!
Chapter One: The Disgustingness Begins.
" Well Gir, I'm off to another day of gathering information about this disgusting, filthy planet." Wish me luck!" Zim energetically bid goodbye to his robot servant for the day. Gir merely replied with a dazed, "I love this show." while keeping his eyes glued to the television's screen.
Zim made a face and rolled his disguised eyes, annoyed by his hench-robot's stupidity.
"I'm going to alter your behavioral systems when I return, Gir. You're starting to annoying me."
Gir's only response was a shrill giggle. With another roll of his eyes, the miniscule invader marched out of his home base, head held high, to wait for the skool bus.
*Meanwhile*
'I'm telling you, Gaz, with these microscopic cameras i've invented, I can keep Zim's base under surveillance at all times!" Dib chattered excitedly to his sister about his latest plan to undermine Zim. Gaz dug her fingernails into her backpack straps, reaching her breaking point.
" And, I ordered these cool-"
"THAT"S IT!" She screamed, "If you don't shut your big mouth right now, I'll rain horror on your very existence for every day of your stupid life!" Dib stared at his sister awkwardly for a moment, watching her shiver with anger, and was silent. The bus came soon after, and during the ride to school, Dib and Zim partook in their usual hateful glaring session. This was a particularly long one, considering it lasted well until they reached Ms. Bitters' class. Her raspy voice made them snap to attention as soon as the class was seated.
"Pay attention, urchins! We have a new despicable addition to the class. This is, uh, er..." Ms. Bitters twitched a finger at a nervous-looking girl beside her.
"Nell." The girl stated her name. She forced a crooked smile onto her face as she scrutinized the class, from behind her thick glasses. She noticed Zim, who was half-heartedly paying attention to his evil teacher, and her eyes widened at his appearance. She gulped and bit down on her tongue, to keep from yelping in shock. Zim didn't notice her reaction, but Dib did.
"Whatever," Ms. Bitters croaked, "just get to your seat, shut your mouth, and keep it shut for the rest of this class!"
Nell dipped her head, and let her hair hid her face as she stalked quickly to her seat. Ms. Bitters' took her seat at the head of the classroom, and started a detailed lecture about our pointless, doomed existence.
"Hmm, that's weird," Dib thought to himself, "did she actually notice Zim?" He looked back to the girl, and saw her darkly staring at Ms. Bitters while nibbling on a fingernail. Every few seconds, she would steal a suspicious look at Zim. "If she did, I gotta get to her before everyone else convinces her that Zim's human. And of course, that I'm crazy" Dib grimaced at his old nickname. Hopefully this new kid could help him in his quest to replace it with something a little nicer, such as "Genius," or "World renowned paranormal investigator." You know, something humble.
"What the.. w-why is.." Nell stuttered to herself in her head. "A green boy. There is a green boy in this class, with no nose, or ears, and he's wearing some kind of purple, um, armor. Ok, now, how do I make sense of that?" She mentally argued with herself.
"Um, maybe he's one of those alternative body modifiers."
Don't be stupid, he's just a kid.
"Well then, maybe it's a mutation of some kind!"
If a mutation could do that to someone, he would be in a government lab, not in skool.
"Well if you're so smart, what do you think is wrong with him?"
Pfft, best as I can tell, he's a little green martian!
"Oh haha, real funny."
Got a better idea?
"No, no I don't."
Well then stop talking to yourself, it's unnatural.
Nell scoffed to herself. "Whatever, maybe some the students could shed some light on him. I'll ask them during lunch." She glanced up at the clock and grimaced.
Four hours to go until lunch hour.