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EDIT: 8/17/13- Hello new and old readers alike! As of the date over there - This chapter has been edited for spelling and other errors as well as revised a bit, not much chapter has changed though so don't worry :3
EDIT: 4/17/13- Yo, so I know its been a while but I had some time to edit this yet again and I found new chapters in a forgotten folder on my phone. So, a new chapter will be posted directly after these new edits and hopefully I can keep up writing for this again as I work on it alongside Clarity. So sorry for the delay, enjoy lovelies!
I sigh loudly, slumping into the couch cushions as the remote slips from my hand. "There's nothing on." I groan, my eyelids falling closed. 5,000 channels and still nothing to watch, not even on demand, I'd watched it all.
I was starting to regret canceling my Netflix subscription. Why did I do that? That was a horrible decision.
I shift so that I'm laying across the cushions and reach down to pick up the remote again, long golden hair ghosting across my fingers and sweeping across the glowing buttons of the clicker.
The guide offers no solution to my problems at least not until I reach the 200s when I see there is an Invader Zim marathon coming on in ten minutes.
Damn that brings back memories.
That show was awesome, I swear my bro and I watched the episodes enough that I could recite most of the lines by heart at this point.
It'd been a while though since we'd watched it though it still held a special place in my heart and on occasion managed to make it's way into our conversations one way or another.
"Alright, looks like I have something to do after all," I say to myself, grinning a bit at the anticipation of spending the next few hours reliving my childhood a bit.
Finally having alleviated my boredom, I decided to check Facebook to see if anything new was happening while I waited.
Looks like a whole lotta nothing... Well, nothing important. This is why I hate Facebook.
Oh. Wait, new message.
From... damn... five hours ago...?
Ivy: one more month to freedom!
Ivy: I am so ready to get out of here! I'm so done with this place.
I can't help but smile as I type back, knowing she's probably sleeping by now and won't see this till morning.
Bria: so much excite! Asgard's gonna be awesome! X3
Mmroww
Standing in front of the couch was my small gray and tan tortie, Katniss. She mewed at me again in her strange dove-like coo, showing her tiny white fangs as she did so.
"Awww, c'mere ya little cutie," I say, scooping her up into my lap. She purrs contently, rubbing her face on my hand until I scratch behind her ears, her purring sounds like a boat engine.
She snuggles with me as I watch the first few episodes of the marathon before I decide to get a snack during one of the commercial breaks.
The strong slapping of rain outside overpowers the hum of the microwave and the popping of it's buttery contents. Katniss stands cautiously by my side, on guard against the noise.
There is a sudden thunderous electrical buzz followed by a brilliant flash of blue from out back, momentarily lighting the house up brightly as Katniss hisses loudly, bolting out of the kitchen and upstairs while I am left in the dark.
"Shit," I curse, fumbling around in my jacket pocket for my iPhone, quickly illuminating the small area around me with a faint white glow. I reach in front of me and pull open the utensils drawer, grabbing a lighter and making my way to all the candles on the first floor.
When I get back to the living room I notice immediately that something is off. The TV has power and is still on, displaying a fuzzy gray and black pattern like on old TVs when you go too far on the dial or loose signal from the antenna. I stare transfixed on it for a moment before I notice the next thing that should have never happened, that wasn't, until that moment, logically possible. Although right then I don't even realize what had occurred, what could be more bizarre than finding two random strangers on the floor of your living room during of a power outage in the middle of the night?
I hold up my makeshift light with shaking hands, further lighting the scene. I stare for a moment, slowly creeping forward for a closer look, not even registering that these people could be dangerous and how it was incredibly stupid for me to be so close.
The one closest to me shifts, I flinch back, frozen, they move just enough for me to see their face, washed out from the faint glow.
My mind grasps at a sudden flicker of recognition as I take in the boy on my floor. I move my light away from his face to see the rest of him, hoping for some clue as to why I feel I know him. A white glow is reflected from a metallic round object on his back with three duller circles on it's sides.
The lighted device falls to the carpet with a thump next to the other figure's head.
My breathing quickens to small quiet gasps while my eyes stay glued to the pak. Without thinking I dart behind the couch. My hands gripping the top as I peer over into the living room as if it were a den of sleeping lions. There is more slight movement and I duck down so I am concealed by the furniture.
I'm fumbling through the number keys on the home phone since I'd so brilliantly dropped mine when I hear a low groan from behind me, my breathing stops completely as my fingers fumble through the numbered buttons before finding the ones I needed, violently stabbing the call icon on the screen. I count out the seconds as the phone rings trying to calm myself, I get an answer on eleven.
'Hello?'
"Ivy? I need you to come over here, like, right now."
'What? Do you know what time it is?' She asks with a yawn.
"Damn it Ivy, just get over here now!" I hiss.
'Whoa, what's going on Bree?'
I flinch and look over my shoulder, no more movement as far as I can tell. "I'm sorry, I'm just really freaked out right now. Please, can you come over?" Some of the previous fear leaks into my voice. I turn to look over the couch again to find clouded blue eyes locked with mine. I'm unable to look away entrapped like a deer in the headlights, thankfully I don't think he's completely conscious yet.
"Please hurry," I manage, ending the call before I receive a response.
After what seems like the longest moment of my life his eyes flutter closed again and his body falls limp against the carpet.
I sigh in relief and make my way to the front door to wait.
I'm so lucky right now that my parents are sound sleepers. Every few seconds I find myself glancing over my shoulder, expecting someone to be right behind me. Every pair of headlights outside make me flinch thinking it's Ivy's car turning into my court. When she finally pulls up in front of the house I throw open the screen door, practically tackling her.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" I say.
"Woah Bree, what the hell?" She asks, hesitantly hugging me back. "Don't tell me you called me here because of a blackout,"
"No, not that, much worse than that," I grab her by the wrist, barely allowing her time to lock her car before dragging her up the steps and through the doorway.
"Be really quiet ok?" I say, picking through items in the hall closet before finding a large black mag light.
I turn the light on low, leading her to the edge of the living room, slowly moving the light over the figures which, thankfully, haven't moved since I left them.
"Okay... Why do you have two dudes in your living room?" She asks, shaking my arm.
"Shh, don't you recognize them?" I whisper, moving the light so it faintly reveals the two forms.
"I'm not sure I see what you're... Oh holy hell, is that Zim?"
I curse under my breath as I catch movement from the corner of my eye. "And Dib, yes-" I add.
"And you have cosplayers knocked out on your floor why?" She asks cutting me off. "Bria, you didn't-"
"No!" I curse under my breath as that'd come out louder than I would've liked. "No. Just. No... But I have no idea, I'm not even so sure they're cosplayers, if they were than the one dressed like Zim must take his cosplay hella seriously cuz he's only got six fingers,"
"Wood shop accident?" She supplies with a shrug.
"Ivy be serious here," I hiss back.
"Fine fine, lets say they are the real deal, how'd they get here?"
"I told you I don't know. I was in the kitchen when a tree must've fallen on a transformer outside and cut the power, and when I came in here the TV was still running and these two were on the floor."
"Twin, there was literally no one else in the house, you know how meticulous I am about making sure the house is completely locked up at all times, especially at night, and they sure as hell weren't upstairs or down here with me, and I was just in the basement half an hour ago switching laundry. No busted locks, no broken windows, they just appeared here like that when the power went out," I say, still not believing the words when the proof was a mere two feet in front of me.
I was going into shock, yes thats right. Shock. Now what is it a person supposed to do when they're going into shock...?
"Well then how is this so terrible?" She asks. "You know you're obse-"
"Ivy, now's not a good time for that, and aren't you the least bit freaked out by this?"
"Nah, I think it's cool, don't you?" She grins. I was starting to question who was the sane one here, I really didn't know at this point, must be the shock.
"Maybe later I'll think it's cool, maybe. But right now rationality is overpowering that, and it's telling me I should be freaked right now and I am!" I whisper.
There is more movement and I turn to find the green skinned boy sitting up, starring at us through squinted eyes, like when you try to look into the sun for too long.
I freeze and stare in bewilderment, Ivy in amazement.
He looks... different than he does on TV, he is much taller, he must be older as well, I glance over to Dib for a second, affirming my assumption, he looks around eighteen now. I'd always wondered if maybe Zim would be taller if he stayed on earth a few years, I thought maybe we had a lower gravity than Irk so maybe that was why Irkens were so short. But anyway, way off track here. Zim had traded his uniform for a similar pink striped hoodie jacket and dark skinny jeans, keeping the boots and not bothering to camoflaudgye his PAK; the people where they were from were far too dumb to notice anyway. The only other thing different was his 'hair' which now swooped above his eyes instead of sticking up like a duck tail.
Dib looked about the same, just wearing bigger versions of his old clothes.
There was a long silence before Zim's eyes narrowed.
"WHO are these pitiful humans who DARE frolic in the presence of ZIM?!" He shouted.
"Frolic?" Ivy questioned, raising an eyebrow.
I shrugged, suddenly much more relaxed after hearing him speak. I could do this, I had the advantage of knowing who I was dealing with here. Lord help me.
"Wha? HUH? Where have you EARTH LARVA taken Zim?!" He says, finally taking in his surroundings.
"Whoa dude, people are trying to sleep, keep it down," Ivy says, uncovering her ears.
Uh oh, bad move.
"You DARE try to silence the ALMIGHTY Zim?!" He's now standing, false blue eyes glaring at the girl beside me.
"Is that to say that the almighty Zim can't handle staying quiet for five minutes?"
"What?! You dare question the abilities of Zim?!"
I raise a brow at his still high volume, but it was an improvement.
He seems to take note of this and the next time he speaks it's at a normal volume.
"Zim accepts your challenge," He states, crossing his arms.
"You're good," Ivy whispers, giving me an impressed glance.
I smile nervously and turn back to the alien in my living room.
"Well, as to why you're here, in my living room of all places... I have no idea," I start. I walk over to where Dib lay unresponsive, I was still a bit unsettled by all of this and it worried me that he hadn't moved a muscle since I found him here. "But I do know that the two of you shouldn't be here, it's just not possible, but..."
"Um, make that three," Ivy says from behind me.
"What?" I ask startled, turning to find her kneeling by the tall bookshelf against the wall.
"GIR's here too," She moves so the moonlight from the window falls on a small green and black form. "He's so cute,"
"That's great." I deadpan. "Now where are we gonna hide them?"
"WHAT?! Zim hides from NO ONE!" He shouts.
I wince, crossing the distance between us and covering his mouth with my hand just as he takes in another breath for a new round of shouting.
My eyes widen when I feel a slight pain on my palm and I yelp in surprise, cradling my hand to my chest.
"FILTHY HUMAN!" Zim hisses in disgust, shoving me away from him and into Ivy. "You have CONTAMINATED Zim's SPEAKING HOLE with your PUTRID germs!"
"Okay, you did not just do that," Ivy says, now glaring daggers at the alien as she helps me regain my balance after being thrown into her. She takes a step forward but I pull her back, wincing again at the tinge of pain as I realize I'd used my injured hand to do so; man his teeth were fuckin' sharp.
"Don't," I say quietly, slowly letting go of the back of her shirt.
She growls slightly in a way that would be almost comical in any other situation.
This was just great, Ivy already had a guy complex, what with the majority of them we knew being complete assholes or being completely full of themselves. Now add a very egotistical, sometimes violent, arrogant alien, who had just hurt her best friend into the mix and we had a high potential of all hell breaking loose.
"Look, just... for your own good just listen to me for a few hours," I say, quietly but firmly.
"Zim obeys no one." He states, thankfully lowering the volume again.
"Well then I have a suggestion, just for a few hours it'd be best if you stay quiet and unseen, unless you want to attract any unwanted attention and end up chained to a metal table." I think we both cringe at that and I momentarily regret the harshness of those soft spoken words. But now is not the time for sympathies or sugar coating; or maybe I was just being paranoid... was paranoia a symptom of shock too?
"Besides, if anyone saw you, well, that disguise isn't fooling anyone-"
"What? Zim's disguise is ingenious! I mean... I'm normal!"
At this I can't help but laugh, starting as small giggles before I'm covering my mouth as little hiccupy laughs escape me, earning strange looks from both conscious beings in the room. I cough quietly before continuing.
"Anyway, believable or not, if my parents found me with any boy in the house this late my life would be over, even if they were to come down here right now and only see Dib I'd be toast," I'm surprised at how much I'm talking, rambling even, considering what is going on right now. More shock symptoms?
"Ivy, would you mind looking up the symptoms of shock for me please?" I ask, turning my attention back to Dib, I kneel next to him and carefully take his wrist between two fingers and my thumb, checking his pulse. It's normal, his eyelids begin to flutter as his hand responds to my touch, fingers curling and uncurling into the carpet at his sides, I step back to give him space.
"Oh my god, it's Frankenstein! He lives!" Ivy blurts out as he sits up groggily.
"What...?" I say giving her a strange look.
"Huh?"
"What?"
"Idk?" She says shrugging, we both end up in hysterical giggles, earning us strange looks from said boy and alien.
The boy places his glasses back on his face before looking around the room, eyes wide in disbelief.
"Zim!" He shouts, spotting said alien. "What have you done?! Where have you taken me?!"
"Shut your giant mouth of goo, you dirt monster!" Zim shouts.
"What IS it with you people and yelling? Have you ever heard of inside voices? Really?!" Ivy finally yells, exasperated.
I was totally expecting that. I sigh quietly, leaning against the couch, pulling my knees close to me and laying my head down on them. Man this was all starting to give me a headache.
"Bria? Maybe you should go take care of your hand,"
"What?" I ask, looking up to see her kneeling next to me. I move my hand slowly into view. "It's fi-" My eyes widen, my gaze trained on the fine streams of blood beginning to flow from my palm. Shakily I hold my hand out as far as possible from me, my mouth opening and closing in small gasps as I remain unable to look away.
"I-ivy... T-that's blood." I manage, still staring straight ahead as small rivulets of red begin to stream down.
"I know Bree, it's alright, just breathe okay?" She says, turning my hand palm up so the blood doesn't stain the carpet.
"What's going on?" Dib asks sounding concerned. "Did- did Zim bite her?" He shoots an accusatory glare at Zim.
I am too freaked out to respond so ivy answers for me. "Earlier yes, she was trying to get him quiet before the whole neighborhood showed up at the door."She replies. "She's afraid of blood..." She adds as an afterthought.
At this Dib seems surprised, probably at guessing correctly, but moves closer so he can better see my hand; which now has a tiny pool of blood cupped in the middle. "She could have contracted an alien disease! Or alien rabies!"
"Zim carries no disease! Or any of these Ray-bees!"
"Can you two please continue this argument later? My best friend's bleeding all over the carpet here," Ivy says exasperated.
I take in a sharp breath, my eyes automatically going to the carpet, not a spot of blood thank- oh, nope, there's a few small splotches just under my hand.
She cringes, "Sorry Bree, I wasn't thinking," She says apologetically. "Let's get you cleaned up,"
I nod and shakily stand, letting myself be pulled into the kitchen.
I jump slightly at the sudden introduction of cold water to my palm, cringing at seeing my blood mixing with the liquid and swirling down the drain. Ivy has left to get the first aid kit and I am left alone.
The glow of the battery lantern next to me throws two new shadows on the wall next to me; I do not look up though, instead staring at the now clear water, some of it slowly collecting in a tall glass left in the sink.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"Yes," I manage.
"You know, maybe we should use some of that water on space boy here," I can literally hear the smirk in his voice. "He has a 'water allergy'" He says with a strong twinge of sarcasm.
I hear a low hiss and turn slightly to find Zim backed up almost completely concealed behind the entryway, his claws gripping the edge of the threshold tightly.
"No." I say. "I mean, please don't," I amend. With the absence of blood I find my balance steadier though I still don't trust myself to give up my hold on the counter; I'm already clumsy enough as it is, I have enough scratches and bruises to prove it.
Dib looks perplexed by my response, the way he probably sees it is Zim hurt me so I should want to hurt him back, I think it also had to do with Zim being an alien and Dib wanting to see him suffer.
"It was my fault really, I wasn't thinking," I say.
"What?" Dib says aghast. "Why are you blaming yourself for something he did? It's not like he feels sorry for it, he's a destructive psychopathic alien!" He rants.
"Silence Dib worm, Zim is normal, I am not this space being you speak of."
"Bria, where is the kit?" Ivy asks, appearing through the small service window next to me from where she stands in the dining room.
"Ummm, check the linen closet." I suggest, and hurry it up, my hands freezing," I say, feigning annoyance.
"Then turn on the hot water," She replies.
"That's not good for an injury twin," I say, making a face at her. I wasn't actually sure about the warm water hot water thing but I'd tried it and it only made my hand feel worse, so I was probably right.
"Whatever," she singsongs, walking away toward the stairs.
The locket around my neck clangs against the sink as I lay my cheek on my arm which rests along the edge of the counter. All is silent except for the light rain outside and the steady stream of water I keep on my palm.
I choose to stare in front of me at the pictures of smiling faces on the side of the fridge instead of the two figures in the doorway.
How was this happening? This seemed like it should be a dream, I would ask someone to pinch me but I'd already been bitten.
I am broken from my inner monologue by Ivy as she brushes past Zim, throwing a cold glare his way, first aid kit in hand. She sets the small white box down on the counter next to me, taking out a tube of Neosporin and handing it to me while she searches for bandages and gauze.
I tear off a section of paper towel and carefully dry my hand, generously applying Neosporin to my palm.
I watch absentmindedly as she treats my hand, wrapping tan bandage around it and securing it with medical clips.
"Thanks," I say quietly.
"No problem twin, now go lay down on the couch,"
"What? But I'm-"
"Not fine," She finishes for me.
"Ivy-"
"Nope. Couch, now." She says, pointing at the wall in the general direction of the living room.
"Fine," I grumble, stepping away from the sink. After just a few steps I trip, almost falling flat on my face; if not for the hand catching my elbow. I look up to find the paranormal investigator, his concerned eyes on mine.
"Thanks," I murmur, my face flushing with embarrassment. How stupid and weak I must look to them.
"No problem," He says, sounding genuine.
I look away and take careful steps toward the living room, he walks behind me probably to make sure I don't fall again. I'm sure my cheeks are as red as Zim's still concealed eyes by now; I just hope I don't embarrass myself any further tonight or I may become permanently chartreuse.
I cringe at the thought.
I don't look up from my shoes until I'm seated on the couch and I'm sure I can't possibly make more of a fool of myself.
I set the little lantern on the table next to me and focus on the fuzzy static of the TV screen.
Ivy walks out of the kitchen tossing a bottle of water onto the cushion next to me and throwing a snack size bag of pretzels at my face; thankfully I reach up in time to catch it before it makes contact.
Well at least my hand eye coordination was okay for now.
"What's this for?" I ask.
"For the shock," She replies.
"Oh, right..." I trail off.
In the background we can hear the arguing of the two boys growing louder as they near the living room.
By now I was beginning to find myself more easily able to tune it out to a low murmur, though after a while it still became taxing to listen to.
This all goes on for another minute or so before I've reached my limit for the night.
"Enough already!" I say, dragging my uninjured hand down my face. "You," I say pointing to Zim, "Go over there and fix your robot," I move my hand in the direction of the bookcase.
"What?! Zim has no robot," He laughs nervously, he then seems to notice his minion and adds, "This is my perfectly normal human earth dog," Before quickly scooping up GIR and moving into the dining room.
"Dib," I point to him then move my hand to my right opposite where I told Zim to go. "Go sit on the couch."
The look on his face is quizzical although doing what I said he sits on the couch.
"Ivy, go find my laptop and some snacks, I'm going to the basement for some flashlights.
"Aye aye C'apin!" She solutes.
"And keep them quiet," I say over my shoulder.
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Thankfully the camping box with the flashlights is front and center under the stairs in the basement so I don't have to dig all the way to the back.
I pull out the smaller box along with two sleeping bags, slinging them over my shoulder.
I hear a loud crash and a strange shrieking noise from upstairs.
"Oh no," I mumble, rushing up the stairs with the box under my arm, sleeping bags swinging at my side.
When I open the door I almost trip over a blur of green and black as my ears are assaulted by a chant of "I'm Running! I'm Running!"
Maybe having Zim fix GIR now wasn't the best idea.
"Here, take this," I say, shoving the box into Zim's arms and shrugging the sleeping bags to the floor.
"GIR," I call into the kitchen. The green blur flies past me again. "I have Taquitos,"
"Taquitos!" The little robot 'dog' screams, latching onto my leg.
"Mmhmm, taquitos, I'll make some for you if you can be quiet,"
He is suddenly serious, letting go of my leg and saluting me before running into the living room to sit in front of the fuzzy TV screen. "I love this showww,"
I allow myself a sigh of relief before addressing the Irken in front of me. "Take that box to the living room, would you," I say, lifting the sleeping bags onto my shoulder.
"What? Zim obeys no one! No one!"
"Fine, I guess you could just leave then," I say, examining my now chipping purple nail polish. "It's a violent, murderous, water flooded world out there just so you know,"
"Wha? Water?" He cringes in fear.
"Yup, so since your not willing to help out I guess you should be on your way," I sigh, ushering him toward the door. "Oh, would you look at that, it's raining again," I observe as I open the heavy wood door.
"What? No! Of course Zim will help you, besides, you would all be lost without my genius," His normal arrogance only half there.
"Alright, after you then," I say smugly, gesturing to the living room. I lean down to pick up the sleeping bags and toss them onto the stairs before following behind. I do admit to myself that I feel bad for threatening him like that, but I don't dwell long on the feeling, there's too much to do and not enough time for things like that.
"Okay... Bria, how did you do that?" Ivy says, pointing to a now silent GIR.
"I guess I just have a way with... er, dogs," I say, plopping down onto the floor in front of my laptop.
"He's not a dog! He's a robot! And Zim's an alien!" Dib shouts.
"Noise level, way down please," Ivy says signaling with her hand.
"He's been going on like this for ten minutes," Ivy sighs to me.
"But he's-"
"An alien, I know," I say, clicking away on my keyboard.
"No, you don't understand! He's- wait, what did you just say?" Dib asks staring at me with wide eyes.
"GIR's a robot and Zim's an alien, I know," I say looking up at him.
"You- you believe me?"Dib says in astonishment.
"What?! Zim is no alien, I am a perfectly normal human dirt monkey. I love this filthy planet!" Zim shouts.
"Zim, I know you're not-"
"Yup, just a stupid normal worm baby,"
"But-"
"I am normal!"
"You-"
"Normal!"
"Whatever..." I sigh, rolling my eyes as I turn my attention back to my laptop screen. "I give up,"
There is a sudden electrical hum and then a spark as the lights flicker back on.
"That was quick," Ivy says, tossing her plastic flashlight aside.
"Could you go to the kitchen and put some taquitos in the microwave?" I whisper, leaning closer to Ivy.
"Oh, so that's how you got him to listen to you," She grins. "Brb,"
While Ivy's in the kitchen, I take a long blue wire from the bookshelf and connect it to my laptop, running the other end into the TV. I'm vaguely aware of Zim and Dib arguing in the background but I ignore it as I dig the remote out of the couch cushions.
Ivy walks straight past them carrying a plate of taquitos which she hands to GIR who then inhales them with squeals of glee.
"Alright, you two, shut up and sit down, it's explanation time," I say, facing the quarreling pair.
But of course, they ignore me and continue fighting. I sigh and drag Zim over to the couch by the back of his shirt, throwing him to one side as Ivy pushes Dib to the other. Both look at us in shock as we then sit between them, me pulling my computer onto my lap and opening up my iTunes account; the image from the screen showing up on the TV.
"Now that I've got your attention, to start my explanation I'm going to show you something that might shock you... or not. I don't really know how you'll react, but feel free to ask questions as long as they aren't too stupid," I say.
I move the mouse over to the videos tab clicking on it and then moving over to the first TV show folder on the right, the one with the shorter cartoon Zim and GIR as the thumbnail, and click the first episode.
"Huh? What is Zim doing on this viewing device?! I mean... what a terrifying otherworldly being that is not me,"
I face palm at his obviousness and pause the clip. "Ok, so to be blunt, in this world you guys don't exist," I say. "Well.. I mean obviously, but what I mean is that in a way you do, as a part of a TV show,"
"What are you talking about?" Dib asks, staring at me like I have three heads.
"Let me just show you," I say pressing play. "Oh shit, just a sec," I fast forward through the first 11 minutes before letting it play again.
"Wait! They looked like they were going over their war plans!" Dib shouts.
"Umm, no? They were just talking about what planets have the best snacks," I lie.
Dib folds his arms and stares at me through narrowed eyes before returning to the screen just as GIR begins his doom song.
"Aww, so cute!" Ivy coos.
"Cyuoote? Six earth months of that is in no way cyoote," Zim grumbles.
I stifle a laugh, turning back to the screen to see Zim picking out their disguises and designing his house.
Ivy and I laugh at most parts while Zim and Dib just stare open mouthed, sometimes shouting out obscure things.
"How do they know so much?" Dib asks at one point.
I pause the video for a second and pull up a google search on Jhonen Vasquez. "Well, this dude right here came up with the idea for the show, which went into production in 2001, oh, the year now is 2016. Anyway, he pretty much created you guys I guess, the show ran for a year with 2 and a half seasons, 27 episodes, the whole thing was planned down to the series finale but the television network thought it was too dark for little kids and cut it." I explain.
"So you're saying we came from a TV show?" Dib deadpans, a far away look in his eyes.
"Yeah, now you see why I would be so freaked out at first when out of nowhere the power goes out during one of my favorite shows and then I find two dudes, and a robot, from that show on my floor"
"But it's so cool, it's crazy!" Ivy adds.
"Well... yeah," I finally agree.
"So, what are we supposed to do now?" Dib asks.
"I guess we figure out a way to get you guys back, but for now I think it's time to get some sleep," I say, standing and powering down the TV. I notice GIR asleep in front of the TV and carefully scoop him into my arms. A small smile creeps across my face; I didn't know robots could sleep. "Someone get the sleeping bags please,"
"Don't make a sound until we get to my room," I say taking to the stairs, "I'm still surprised all that noise hasn't woken anyone yet," I mumble.
Just as were passing the other bedrooms I hear a low thump, followed by Dib hissing Zim's name in anger.
"Could you two please cut the crap already?" I hiss through gritted teeth.
"But It wasn't-"
"Here," Ivy says, followed by the sound of Dib getting to his feet.
"Thanks,"
"Alright, come on already," I sigh, walking forward a few more feet, opening the door on the left.
Once everyone is in the room I turn on the lights and close the door.
The space is illuminated by small circular bulbs strung along the walls and over some of the furniture like Christmas lights. The room is done in pastels, the walls pink, blue, and white, some with painted on roses. All the furniture is white including the bed frame and bookshelf desk. Off to one side of the room opposite the bed sat a low table surrounded by floral cushions and a few stray plushies of cats and strange but cute video game creatures, nearby in the corner sat a pastel pink mini-fridge and a small assortment of foreign snacks arranged neatly on a row of shelves. The room is clean except for multiple sketchbooks and notebooks scattered on the floor as well as the occasional scrap of fabric.
When I move into the room a small pink nose peeks out from under the bed with a rustling noise from the sheets followed by a pair of green eyes.
"There you are you cowardly little lion," I coo. I lay GIR on the bed and lay a small fleece blanket over him before lowering myself to the floor so I'm eye to eye with the pair of eyes.
"C'mere Niss," I call.
She backs away and hisses, starring at the two 'intruders'.
"Shhh, It's okay ya big baby," I reach under the bed and pull her out, holding her gently in my arms. I rake through her soft fur, scratching behind her ears and under her chin, her low growl soon turning to content purring.
"Hi Katniss," Ivy murmurs, reaching over to pet her.
"Here, you can hold her," I say, placing the cat into her arms.
"Mkay, so I have a few ground rules, at least for now. When my family is here you have to stay out of sight, you also can't leave the house until I can figure something out," I see Zim open his mouth to protest but I continue before he has the chance. "This is for your own good, If word of what happened tonight gets out researchers, news vans, scientists," I pause, "And fangirls..." I mumble in distaste.
I may love the show and it's characters, but I wasn't completely obsessed like some people. A small part of my mind did admit that I also wouldn't want to share. Anyway, worst of all would be the flocks of OMGIR's, 'fanns', mostly teen and pre-teen girls, who don't even know the show exists but spazz out at the mention of GIR like they're on some kind of weird sugar high. I mentally shudder.
"All of those people will come here, want to study you, obsess over you, put you in the media, run tests on you, bad shit man,"
"Ha! Hear that? It'll be easier than ever to expose you here than it ever was back home Zim!" Dib says, leering at the alien.
"There are some problems with that," I say, holding up my index finger, "One, I would never let you do that Dib,"
"What?! Oh come on! Why not?" Dib asks, throwing his arms up in the air.
"Because she thinks h-"
"Ivy, now is so not the time," I say, giving an exasperated sigh before continuing.
"Two," I start, holding up another finger, "If he's found out, you're both found out. Now that your here in some kind of previously impossible anomaly they'll be interested in the both of you, not just Zim. And three..."
Another sigh as the third finger goes up with my last point. "The fangirls." I can swear I hear Ivy snicker behind me and I resist the urge to send her a halfhearted glare over my shoulder. "If it's found out that you two are here, then the fangirls will come, all the fangirls..." I sigh. "Let's just say that that has the potential to be the worst case scenario in this situation,"
"Worse than the scientists and government suits?" Dib deadpans, giving me a disbelieving look.
"Doubt me if you wish, It's your funeral," I reply, taking in the strange and somewhat terrified looks I was getting from the boys.
"Anyway, here," Ivy says, tossing extra pillows at the two. "Nighty-night, Ivy says, crawling into bed next to GIR and clicking off the light switch above the bed.
"Ivy!" I sigh and turn the lights back on, getting into bed myself with GIR between us; as soon as I'm under the covers Katniss jumps up and curls into a ball next to my chest. "'Night," I say to the other two, turning the dimmer on.
Eventually Katniss's soft purr and the low bickering of two voices lulls me off into sleep.
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