I do not own invader Zim or any of the characters. I am just an insignificant insect that is just a fan. All characters belong to Jhonen Vasquez and nickelodeon.
A/N
I decided to write a fan fic while trying to think up of a chapter to my other one… just a short story for the ZAGR fans. Everyone likes short stories and this may fill in the ZAGR void while our wonderful ingenious writers of ZAGR take a hiatus commercial break! Please enjoy and R&R for input or ideas… Also, thank you sharpshooter for your ZAGR support! HAPPY HALLOWEEN! I became inspired to write this, after I was giving someone a comment on my DA site. I wanted a chibi yet disturbing ZAGR bit… I did this in a move script kind of style because I want the reader to imagine the events and details instead of just dictating it to them… so it all started…
AT THE HIGH SKOOL HALLWAY
Gaz strolls down the school hall playing her GS5 game slave. Her little tongue sticking out a bit, as she concentrates on the combo move on her Vampire Piggy Slayer. She strolls by a group of girls who eye her a bit but ignore her nervously, and one perks up to notice Gaz a bit more than the others do. She nudges one other girl and whisper to her
Melissa whispers: you know, she is so small. I mean look at her. She looks like she should still be in grade school.
Tanya: Well, I know that in Japan, that is seen as an attribute. However, she is known there as a "Moe" They have a lot of those in Japanese anime. My brother rents them all the time.
Melissa: What is a "Moe"?
Tanya: Well, for what I hear, it is not clear. I mean I heard that it refers to a teenager that is under developed, still looks like a kid despite her age. There some kind of cartoon about that all the time. I think Gaz is a Moe, because despite her grouchiness. I think she is adorable like a dolly if she would only smile occasionally.
Melissa: wow…
Tanya: Yeah… so, you think so too.
Melissa: Maybe, and I realized that you are a nerd.
Tanya: Bite me Mel!
BACK TO GAZ
Gaz did not give notice to the girls talk, outwardly, but she heard every remark as she passed. She lowered her eyes to the game, while trying to keep her game face passive.
Gaz: stupid… "Moe"? (Humph) like that even come remotely close to describing me…
Just then, Gaz looks up and then realizes that the girls passing by the hall and hanging out at the lockers, were more, as they say, developed. At least they were taller. Gaz looks about to see that even the freshmen were passing her in height. Gaz spotted her brother walking towards her with his nose in his book.
Gaz look down to her game, while her brother came up from behind Gaz. Dib kept reading on as he brushes up next to Gaz as they walked the halls.
Dib: you know it says here that elves are not all the same height. In the popular legends, they are tall and lanky, but the fair folks are of a smaller height and petite measurements. Some say that the taller versions were of Halflings, yet it could be because of the elements they…
Dib looks over to look down a bit at Gaz, and notices something.
Dib (lowers his voice): uh, well, it is nothing really Gaz. Sorry if it bothered you.
Gaz: Your voice bothers me, but you never cared before… but what do you mean by that?
Dib: oh nothing, really nothing.
Gaz looks back to her game. She unpauses her game and tries to go back playing. However, she knew it was something else that Dib noticed… to make him stop talking about elves.
Dib: So do you have GYM next?
Dib waits for a response and after a solid moment of just blips and beeps from her game, he figures she is just blowing him off…
Then Gaz spoke up breaking the silent moment
Gaz: I know what you meant… and don't. I am not offended. I am smaller than every one else, that is obvious. You piss me off, every which way, but never ever censure yourself because you think it will offend me… you just annoy me, but not offend me. Your inane attempt at avoiding to offend me is what pisses me off the most. I rather deal with your rants then your "polite" talk and awkward silence!
She shocks Dib at first, and then a smile spreads his face.
Dib (nudges her a bit): so you like my "rants"? Huh?
Gaz (rolls her eyes): I did not say that! I like it if you became a mute, but God still has not answered my prayers… yet.
Dib is still grinning at her, and in a way felt more relaxed. It would have been inconvenient if he had to go around not trying to say any short remarks around Gaz. Besides Gaz was not that much shorter than he... (was well, actually she was... but it was not so bad. ) Dib is tall but certainly not the tallest in the school. He looks over to her; she might have a growth spurt anyhow. If Zim could have one, (though Zim is still the shortest guy in the school, still Zim did get some spurt lately) then so can Gaz.
They stop at the door to the girl's locker.
Gaz (pausing her game): I have to go change to gym… are you going to follow me there too? (She looks at him sarcastically)
Dib jumps back, with his cheeks blushing red!
Dib: NOOOOOO! (Composes himself and sticks his chin up to her in a haughty manner): I am going to Lab. I hope that the teacher will let me finish my project there since it is my last class. Therefore, I may be late after school. I hope that you will not have to wait long for me.
Gaz: like I have a choice. I rather not if I did…
Gaz scowls, that her dad had insisted that Gaz from now on not walk alone to home since with all the crimes and kidnappings and mad gophers…
Gaz opens the door to enter the lockers, she smirks to herself, and open the door very wide to show her brother all the scantily panty wearing girls rushing to change for gym. Dib went from pale to red, as he could not look away at those girls changing and some wearing only a towel to the showers.
Dib stood back shocked and as he looked down to Gaz,
Dib (stammers): what? Gah? I… what…
Gaz had a small evil grin on her face at his shocked expression… Right as the locker door slowly swung shut…
Gaz: you're welcome…
(With that, the door shut at Dib's face.)
Dib shook himself to try to clear his head, then Dib notice and felt something else. He looks down to the front of his pants, and comprehends what Gaz had meant when she said, "You're welcome…" Dib blushing red, held his books to the front of his pants and tries his best to march off awkwardly to lab…
Dib (mumbling under his breath): Thanks Gaz…
GAZ AT THE GIRLS LOCKER ROOM
Gaz softly chuckles to herself as she proceeded to play her game slave to her locker.
Gaz thought that was so classic! Her little trick sure was mean, but oh so perfect! Gaz pauses her game to open her locker to change. As she undresses, she could not help but notice some of the other girls. The all had curves and their round breasts filled their bras out. They appeared like melons ripe enough to burst in some. Gaz looks down to her own chest, under her little bra. Her bra was nothing more than a sports bra really, and still a training bra. It had some spaghetti straps and luckily, she got it at Vicky's. It was a soft lavender that matches her boy shorts… she adjusted the straps to her bra… like she saw other girls do when they have ample melons.
A latin girl from behind Gaz cries out in anguish: I hate that jerk! You know how long it has been since any guy has looked me in the eye! Then even if I wear just a tank top, those A-holes think I am dressing like some stripper! That jerk even tried to throw a paper wad to my cleavage! I hate these! I hate them! I swear to GOD I am going to have a plastic surgeon take them off!
The Hispanic girl slams her locker and cries to her friend while her friend held her in comfort wraps her arm around her shoulder in comfort.
Her friend: Don't let that jerk off cabrone, make you feel bad about yourself! He is just hating that he can't have you, you know that.
The crying girl: I still hate them! Adios' estos! (Sobs) I mean at first I was all felice' they popped out, but its hell on my back and I have to wear two sports bra to run! I swear, I wish they were… were (points to Gaz) that size! Those are perfect!
Gaz covered her chest with her arms blushing red and scowling, why did they have to point her out…
The crying girl watching Gaz's blushing face realizing she might have hurt this girl's feelings unintentionally.
Crying girl: NO! I mean, no, I didn't mean anything bad to you! I just wish I were… you know… smaller there. I am not saying your flat or anything! In fact… I think… yours are not flat at all! You have those apple breasts, you know. What they call them, perky? You have a choice to you know, show them, or hide them. I don't… that's not fair!
Comforting friend: Come one chica, we can wash your face at the sink, okay? Sorry about that Niña… she really did not mean to bother you.
Gaz just nods silently to her in response as they left. Gaz kept her face impassive and distant, while the other girls left to the bathroom. Gaz watches the other girls leave, then she looks about to see if anyone was watching her or noticing her… then she put her hands to her chest, and pushes her chest up to show some cleavage and a small grin appeared to her face.
Gaz (thought to herself): Not bad…
Gaz then proceeds to finish dressing for gym.
GAZ AT GYM!
The class starts with some volleyball, where a reluctant Gaz is standing near the back with her arms crossed, she hates gym! The girls and boys tried to get the ball, Gaz simply let it pass her. Gaz let another ball fly past her, with just a patronizing gesture of holding her hand out, right after it passes her. Some glared at her, while others just let their shoulder drop realizing they were losing anyway… with or without Gaz's participation.
Gaz then looks over her shoulder to realize that Zim was at the benches on another fowl! Zim scowled and crossed his arms in anger as the gym teacher was lecturing him. Zim being in her Gym class this semester and in most of her classes has been, as she puts it, mildly amusing at best. Zim always made a spectacle of himself. Zim being the shortest guy in class also made her feel relief. She did not have to strain her neck to see the teacher because Zim was in front of her most of the time, since Zim insisted in being at the front row. In addition, Zim was so much fun to watch, as he would get his fits. She would watch him run out with arms flailing about screaming in agony or panic… or even insane joy… whatever the turret alien would do.
Zim looks back suddenly at Gaz looking at him, and cocks his eye curiously at her gaze… Zim could not help but notice her eyes at times. She was and is so hard to read. Was she spying on Zim for Dib? Was she mocking him? Or being annoyed? Was Gaz in awe of Zim? There was also something he began to notice about her… he just was not sure what… then she turned away from Zim to the game… only to have Zim draw his eyes, to the back of her legs… and those flesh sticks were something he felt a twinge in his squiggly spooch… and he drew his eyes up her legs, to her short, shorts…
Zim: that's nice…
Gym teacher: WHAT DID YOU SAY?
Zim: I mean… I mean that is nice, Zim has learned a valuable lesson once again, now be gone with you whistle blowing blower! I tire of your noise!
Gym teacher: ARE YOU BEING SARCASTIC THERE KID?!?
Zim (eyes the coach up and down, sarcastically but with a straight serious expression on his face): No…
Gym teacher: Oh, okay. Well then, you just sit here the rest of the period and observe how it is done, without charging the other side and beating up the kid okay? (Pats Zim on the shoulder, not noticing Zim cringing at the earth filths touch) you will be okay there kid.
Zim just glares at the teacher. When the teacher leaves, Zim pulls out a handy-wipe and swipes his shoulder where he was touched, wiping away any germs from the teacher's touch.
Zim then look back to the game… to Gaz actually. Gaz just stood there with her arms crossed and rolling her eyes, whenever the whistle blew to her… sticking her hand out in a mock attempt to participate.
Gaz did not know who was winning or losing nor did she care, all she knew was that they know had to rotate and Gaz, was at the net. Gaz rolls her eyes, good one in putting the short one on front… idiots.
Just then, the crying girl with the breasts was right in front of her on the other side. The girl shyly smiles at Gaz and wriggles her finger in a greeting. Her eyes were still a little red from crying but then, the girl turned to the benches and saw the group of guys elbowing each other and one of them chuckling. The girl turned away and her eyes started to glisten… Gaz guessed that the guy who appeared to be eyeing her like a depraved wolf was the one that made her cry. Gaz could just feel it. Stupid boy…
As the game started, some of the boys were hooting at the girls playing, making them feel all self-conscious, some would cup their hands around their mouths and make "WHOOP! WHOOP!" or even more cruelly "BOING! BOING!" Some of the girls started to not jump up as high, and hold their arms over their chest. One girl tried to hit the volleyball and when she hit it, she lost her footing when the boy cried out, "BOUNCE BABY BOUNCE! YOU CAN BOUNCE THAT OFF MY FACE…"
She turned and glared at them and stuck out her middle finger in hate… the boy guffawed at her. The ball was heading right to Gaz, she took one look at the girl in front of her who had fresh tears rolling down her face and not caring about playing anymore… Gaz eyes the ball and in a calculated move, she leaps up high, higher than anyone had before, and spikes the ball hard! Yet instead of it heading to the girl with the large breast, it heads straight in bullet speed to the mocking kid's nose!
WHAM!
The mean boy: OH GOD! MY NOSE! MY NOSE!
Blood spurts out and his nose is crooked to the side!
The gym coach blows the whistle
Gym teacher: ALL RIGHT, TIME OUT! WE HAVE AN INJURY HERE! POINT TO THE OTHER TEAM, BECAUSE THAT WAS A FOWL BALL…
The gym teacher led the injured kid away. The other girls look about in dismay and realizing that Gaz was responsible for the injury, one girl who was crying was now grinning and slowly she began to clap her hands, and then another girl joins in… soon the class was clapping and one girl whoops out "GO GAZ! HELL YEAH!" and the rest cheer!
Gaz just looked ahead as they clapped not looking at any of them as they cheered her on… only to reward them with a small minute grin…
Zim though is taken aback… this little earth worm was being praised… despite her smallness, these earth beasts were rooting her! Zim had witnessed the whole thing, and her hit was purely intention with a calculated prowess of an assassin! Here she stood in rightful glory…
Zim clenches his jaw in agitation: Look at her, just look at her… how dare she even not engorge in the glory? Not even recognize their praise? (Zim cocks his head to the side) though she did do well in shutting their noise holes! That was funny… hmmm…
The kid next to Zim getting creeped out, by Zim's talking to himself… just looks at him sort of scared
Zim turns his eyes at the kid: WHAT?
Creeped out kid: (shaking his head) nothing…nothing (runs off)
Zim turns his eyes back to Gaz who was walking off the court… passing him. Gaz sat at the bench next to Zim. Swinging her legs back and forth, as her feet can barely reach the ground… Zim looks back at his own feet, and they rested well, on the floor… then Gaz crossed her legs and Zim swears that one of his antennae would spring up through his wig! Zim look up her thigh to the hem of her shorts… a tremble took over as he felt this urge to run his claw on the smooth skin… Zim turns away and tries to look at other things… but his gaze always pulled back to her legs… then the bell rings…
RIIIIIIIIIIIING!
Gym teacher's assistant: "Don't scatter yet kids! Do not forget, we are taking height and weight today! Therefore, everyone line up from smallest to tall! So HURRY UP OR YOU DON'T GO HOME!"
Gaz rolls her eyes as she jumps from the bench and waits on the side while everyone lines up… she knew where she would go. She waited, so she would not get pushed and measured by the kids as the eyed each other on who goes where… it was degrading to her and it was obvious she would go to the front. Still, it was a strange blessing for her height, because that meant she would be the first to leave. She waited with arms crossed… Zim though did the opposite, in hopes, he tried to see if he would not be in the front… yet as kids lined up they push and nudge Zim slowly to the front. Zim in hopes that he was taller than the kid was, ended up disappointed as they measured each other…
Zim: I have to be taller than someone here is! I know I have grown! OH COME ON!
Soon Zim found himself at the front of the line… and the shortest! The shortest?!?! So not fair! Zim is clearly superior to these ugly flesh bags! Yet here he was! The gall of these beings! Zim even knew he had grown some! Zim irritated by this crossed his arms and glowered in his pout! Just then as everyone settled down… Zim felt a presence and turned his eyes, to see Gaz walking to him, and gracefully with her eyes out front, stand right in front of Zim. ZIM?!?!?!? Zim looked about in disbelief! Gaz was… no… is shorter than... than the GREAT ALMIGHTY ZIM! Yet Zim had to be sure, while Gaz stood in front, Zim put his hand right on his head in height and compared to Gaz… Zim could easily see right over the top of Gaz's head! Zim is taller! Nevertheless, he held back his enthusiasm until the official measuring took place…
Gaz turn behind her and eyes Zim as he is smiling widely and weirdly at her… it was creepy, yet she liked creepy… creepy was her thing… wait a minute… what did he want?
Gaz: what?
Zim: me? Are you asking me? Zim? You are speaking to Zim? (Zim then looks boredly at his claws as if he was just polishing them) I just was noticing that you are in the front.
Gaz giving him a level look (dripping with cold sarcasm): and I notice you're real observant.
Zim: Zim is full of a superior sense of observation and keen senses. It comes with experience and… (Leans down to her ear) height.
Gaz (sensing his mocking, rolls her eyes): you are full of it all right.
Then Gaz turns her back to Zim as if he was nothing. Zim narrows his eyes at the back of her head… this little… little Gaz thing think she can get the best of Zim! How dare this little scratch of an eartheniod...
"FIRST TWO!" the teacher calls out
Gaz and Zim enter the room, while Zim eyes her warily. Gaz though just ignores him completely, which for some reason got under Zim's skin.
"Take off your shoes and step to the scale, first we will check your weight and then height. Also make sure there is nothing in your pockets… and Zim, do not stand on your tipsy toes for this one okay?"
First, they checked on Zim and Gaz's weight. Zim waited on bated breath to hear, and let out a breath of relief when he heard that Gaz weighed less than Zim!
Zim: HA HAAA! THEREFORE, GAZ I DEFEAT YOU IN WEIGHT! SEE MY AMAZING NESS IN MY SUPERIOR WEIGHT TO YOUR LIGHTNESS!
Gaz just cocked her eye at him as he made a spectacle of himself… what was his problem?
Gaz: okay, whatever. So I am not fat… Hooray for you.
"Alright you two, now turn around we will measure your height."
Zim stood straight up as a board shutting his eyes as he willed himself taller in his mind
Zim: Let me be taller, let me be taller, let me be taller, let me be taller, let me be taller, let me be taller, let me be taller! Pleeeeeeeeeease let me taller!
When the teacher called out Zim's height, Zim leaped up with both fist! He had grown! He was exactly a few inches taller than last measurement!
Then Zim waited for Gaz's height to be called. Gaz though just stood there indifferent. The teacher called out her height then pats Gaz on her arm
"Congratulations Gaz you have grown an inch since last time."
Zim interrupts (mocking): yes, little Gaz congratulations on your little spurt… NOT! I ZIM HAVE DEFEATED YOU IN HEIGHT! ZIM IS TALLER THEN YOU, LITTLE GAZ! Zim is taller then you… do you see the significance? THIS IS A SURE SIGN OF ZIM'S VICTORY YET TO COME! THE TIDES HAVE TURNED AND THE IRONY IS THAT IT IS MY FOE'S LITTLE SISTER WHO IS THE FORECAST OF THIS! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AH- HAHAHAHAHA! AH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The teacher and the assistant, in the room stood back a little, fearful of Zim's creepy hysterical laugh! Even the kids outside on the line stepped back. Everyone cringes… except Gaz who raised her chin and stood straight up, her only response to Zim is narrowing eyes at the alien. What was his deal? Zim was just being crazy again… and yet a thought crossed her mind that did concern her… this was the beginning of something… and the end of her peace of mind.
TBC!
So what do you think? Let me know… I wanted to have this lot shorter than my other story and in a different format. It seems easier to leave in movie script because that is how I see it in my head… like a movie.