DON'T ASK HOW I CAME UP WITH THIS, I JUST DID OKAY?

IM GOING TO BE MAKING A COLLECTION OF ONE-SHOTS WHERE CERTIN CARATERS FROM INVADER ZIM DON'T FEEL GOOD. BUT HERES THE SEMI-FUN PART: YOU, THE READERS TELL ME WHO YOU WANT TO BE SICK!

I'LL TRY NOT TO MAKE THEM ALL THE SAME…

TO MAKE REQUESTS, PLEASE FILL OUT THIS THINGY:

CARATER:

ILLNESS:

ARE THEY IN SKOOL, ACADAMEY, OR DO THEY HAVE A JOB:

AND THE MORE REVIEWS I GET AND THE MORE REQUESTS, THE FASTER I UPDATE!

THIS WILL BE AN EXAMPLE CHAPTER, USING THE DATENS. THAT WAY I DON'T USE SOMEONE THAT SOMEONE WANTS TO REQUEST.

PLEASE LEAVE ME REQEUSTS, AND I TAKE STORY REQUST TOO, MEANING I WILL MAKE A SEPART STORY FOR YOU IF YOU ASK NICLY!

CHAPTER ONE:

KIR

Kir groaned as she sat on the couch next to Chir.

"This is the fifth time you groaned in past three minutes! What's wrong?" Chir demanded.

"Nothing." Kir lied.

"I would know if there's nothing wrong. Now tell me, whats wrong!" Chir snapped.

"Fine! I don't feel good. At all." Kir whined, resting her head on his shoulder.

"So go to bed. Lay down for a while." Chir suggested.

"I don't feel like getting up." Kir protested.

"Then try to sleep." Chir sighed.

"I cant sleep."

"Why?"

"My stomach hurts too much."

Chir sighed with annoyance. "Then go see if you have to go to the bathroom."

But he said that too late. She threw up on him.

"Ugh. Why am I always the one getting barfed on and not you or your brother?" he growled. But he brushed it off and gently pushed Kir off him and helped her get to the bathroom.

"Stay there. I'll get your brother." Chir was about to leave, when Kir pulled him back.

"Don't call Nib unless I get worse. it could just be what I ate today." She looked miserable. And she felt horrible.

"Alright fine. but let me go change." Chir sighed again. While he left, Kir was alone sitting next to the toilet, hoping she wouldn't be up all night, vomiting. she threw up twice while Chir was getting dressed and putting his cloths in the wash. By the time he came back, Kir was tired, and dosing off.

"Go to bed." H told her gently, putting his hand on her shoulder gently. This time, she didn't protest, and followed him into their room, and climbed onto their bed.

"I'll leave a trash can here, just in case." He moved a small trash can over to the side of the bed, pulled the covers over her, and turned out the light.

YEAH, THAT WAS A BORING STORY. BUT IT WAS ONLY AN EXAMPLE, AND I JUST THOUGHT OF IT OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD. IF YOU LAVE REVIEWS AND RQUEST FOR SOMEONE TO NOT FEEL GOOD, THEN I'LL MAKE IT THE BEST I CAN!