Chapter One: Another Boring Day in the Lab
Disclaimer: No, I didn't make up Zim or any other Invader Zim things. So, don't bug me bout it, alrighty?
Zim sat in his underground lab in front of a large array of controls. He was in his true Irken form, not dressed up as a human and those itchy lenses. Gir was bouncing off the walls (literally), punctuating each hit with a "whee!" "Gir, would you stop tha- ow!" Zim was cut off as Gir slammed into him. The Irken stood, brushed off, and muttered something about his spine. "Gir, stop that nonsense! If you want to do something, help me think of a way to destroy that...Dib." Zim spat the name out.
Gir's usually round blue eyes turned red and squinted. "Yes, Master!" But, in seconds, it turned back to its normal self and began to giggle. "Feed him tacos!" Gir suggested while running around in circles. Zim sighed, "That won't work, Gir. Those filthy humans ENJOY eating tacos." Gir looked very confused, "I like eating tacos."
"I KNOW you do."
"Does that make me a filthy human?"
"No."
"What does it make me?"
"It makes you a Gir."
"I'm a Gir. Yay!" Gir began to dance at his newfound identity. Zim just stared before going back and sitting in front of his large terminal. He began to mumble to himself, "If I am to invade Earth, then I must get rid of Dib. He foils all of my plans!" He began to rub one of his antennas. "Taco taco taco." Gir sang, running around Zim's chair. He paused in front of Zim. "I want to go outside."
"Not now Gir. I'm busy trying to enslave these scummy humans."
"I want to go outside."
"Not now Gir!"
"I want to go outside."