A/N: Got bored. Chapter one was enspired by me looking at a camera, and chapter two was inspired by a coughing fit. xD
Please review? *sad kitty eyes*
It was confusing, intriguing, puzzling, strange, and above all--unsettling. It didn't make any sense. At all. At least, to me it didn't make sense. You might be different.
I'd gotten a few cameras on his base level, in conveniant areas, and whenever I wasn't stalking him relentlessly, I was watching and studying him through the cameras. Of course, that might be the same thing as stalking...I'll look it up later.
It was odd.
Earth technology is far behind Irken technology--obviously, but it can't be because Zim is simply to inept to notice the cameras hidden in his house. Because the oddest thing happened not too long ago. It wasn't anything big--like a giant squid attacking him, or anything--and it wasn't extremely small. If it had been something very small, I wouldn't have payed it any mind. No, no, it was odd.
And it enthrailed me.
I remember it like it was yesterday, because it was--in fact!--yesterday. GIR had stumbled upon one of my cameras on accident, and as I was cursing his name, he had been dancing....
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GIR was hula-dancing in front of my 'hidden' camera.
"No! no! NO!" I shouted, both of my hands grasping the sides of my computer. The small square he was in showed him do a turn-around in his stupid dog costume, wearing a grass skirt. The damn thing was swishing it's hips from side to side, now and then waving at the camera. My camera. I pounded a fist on my desk. He would ruin everything!
Just as I thought, Zim walked up next to him, seemingly lost in thought. He blinked, staring at the small robot before noticing the camera I'd hidden in the corner of the room, slightly covered by a few wires.
"What's that?" He'd asked, pointing at me, and I'd cringed inwardly. this was it! He would find out about the cameras and take them down! Damn! It had taken so long to put them up! So many break-ins, so many lazers, so many cuts!
"A camera," GIR said, waving at me from his spot on the ground, and then twirling around in his grass skirt. Zim glared up at me.
"How did it get there?" He asked, his voice angry, yet remote. My heart sped up. Don't take the cameras down. Don't take the cameras down. Don't take the cameras down!
"I dunno!" the robot chirped happily, swishing again. I slammed my head against the desk. It was all over!
But, "Indeed," was all Zim said, staring with interest up at me. I stared back, though he didn't know it, my breathing frozen. He then walked away, seeming to return to the train of thought he'd been in before GIR had arroused him from it. I stare after him in shock, and then simply stared at the screen, unseeing.
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It had fascinated me.
Did he not care that there was a camera in his own home? He didn't even bother to put on his disguise!
The screen blinks, a message popping up. The hard-drive I'm recording this on is full. I sigh, turning around to take the small cartrage out. The tiny square sits in my hand, almost weightless as I replace it with another. I then head to the garage.
I pass the mailbox, and hesitate. all I'd have to do is send it in to Mysterious Mysteries, and that would be that! They'd see the proof I have! The small cartridge contains over a week's footage. But I pause.
What was he thinking about?
I frown, and take the tiny square to the garage, depositing it into a box labeled: PROOF! in bold letters. I'd just watch long enough to see what his problem is. Yeah. Just a little longer, then I'd send all of my evidence in.
Yeah...just a little longer.
At least that's what I keep telling myself. The truth is, Zim is interesting. He intrigues me, he confuses me, at times he's puzzling to me. He's strange, and baffling. He makes me think.
The truth is...I'm enthrailed by him.