Hello, I'm Shekahla, and thank you for deciding to read my story. I recently got re-introduced to Invader Zim, and let's just say I better appreciate it now than I did when I was ten.

My goal in writing this story was to create something similar in feel to the actual show. It's up to you, the reader, to decide whether I succeeded or not. Me? I'm proud of my baby regardless.

I thank my editor for putting up with me and my questions while I was writing this. I thank the creator, cast, and crew of Invader Zim for making such a fantastic show that it would inspire me to write a story based on it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim. Never have, never will.

Silicon G.I.R.L

Chapter 1:

The Plan

In a darkly lit neighborhood, an odd, little greenish-yellow dog with a zipper down his front skipped down the street on his hind legs. He was humming an unrecognizable tune while swinging a plastic convenience store bag back and forth. Walking toward a green house that looked like it belonged to a modern art lover, the dog reached the house's front door, turned the knob, and strode inside.

"GIR! It's about time you got back," a small, green alien with large ruby-colored eyes approached the dog. "I need you to—" Before the alien could finish, GIR interrupted.

"I gotta chimichanga! Wanna try one?" GIR yelled with glee. Zim, the alien, narrowed his eyes in absolute disgust.

"No."

"Try it! TRY IT!" GIR insisted, pulling one of his chimichangas out of the plastic bag and shoving it and all of its cheesy, greasy glory in his alien master's face. A horrified look came over Zim's features.

"No, no, NO! GET THAT HORRIBLE FILTH OUT OF MY FACE!" Zim screamed in protest, doing all he could to avoid the cheap Mexican food. After flailing around his living room for a couple of minutes, Zim had a chance to breathe when GIR finally gave up chasing his master, so that he could start consuming his own chimichangas. Even though he quickly regained his breath, Zim couldn't help but pause to stare at the sloppy habits of his robot slave, who was inhaling the chimichangas just as much as he was smearing them all over his robotic frame.

"GIR," the Irken Invader started again. "It's time to do overall maintenance on our house, make sure everything continues to work as smoothly as it should. This requires me to temporarily disable all security systems. Because of this, I need you to watch the house and make sure nothing bad happens. Do you understand me, GIR?"

GIR, having just finished his meal, hopped up to his feet, stood at attention, and saluted Zim. Though you could not see it through the dog suit, his normally sky-blue eyes were now a deep red. "Yes, my master!"

Across the street from the house, within some bushes, was a short, black-haired boy. He was wearing a trench coat, and was using a pair of high-tech binoculars to spy on the alien and his robot. Those binoculars were perfect for spying on Zim, because it was specifically designed for audio-visual spying.

"Ha! This is perfect!" The boy, Dib, mused to himself, his body beginning to tremble with excitement. "Zim's turning off his security systems? This means I can sneak in with no problems…" he paused, pulling out a sketchbook from his backpack. "And that means I can finally try the plan I've been…planning for over two months!" He looked over his crude drawings illustrating the plan. "Zim's should be distracted enough that this'll work…right, yeah. I can finally try to take GIR."

The boy stood up and put his sketchbook and his binoculars away in his backpack, all the while lost in his own verbalized thoughts. Brushing off the dirt on his clothes, he stealthily sprinted to his enemy's base. As he approached the fence of the front yard, he stopped. It was late and the only lights on were street lamps and a few windows of some houses.

Dib bent down to pick up a small pebble and gingerly straightened himself again. Just as he did this, Zim's house ceased to give off its small, but noticeable green glow. Dib took this as a sign that Zim was beginning the maintenance, though he couldn't be sure. He looked at his pebble and swallowed seriously.

"Here's goes nothing," Dib said as he wound up his arm and pitched the rock at one of Zim's many garden gnome guards.

It seemed like time slowed down, the rock slowing down as it headed toward its target, and then—

Thunk. The piece of rubble hit the gnome and the gnome was utterly unresponsive. It didn't try to blast the pebble before it hit or even analyze the direction it was thrown from to see who the assaulter was. There was nothing. Dib had to blink a few times before what happened fully registered in his mind.

"Well, I guess was right; there went nothing," Dib smiled. Strutting up to the front door, Dib stopped in front of it and knocked.

"Yeeess?" GIR, now out of his costume, answered the door and asked, cracking the door open only a smidgeon and peering at Dib with one eye. "Oh, you're master's friend! He can't play right now; he's fixin' the base. BYE!" GIR nearly slammed the door on Dib, but Dib quickly tried to appeal to GIR.

"Wait, don't go!" Dib said, which caused GIR to stop and look confused at him. "I, uh, wanted to, uh, play with you."

"Really?" GIR looked ecstatic and he fully opened the door. "Can we go get TACOS?"

Apparently, the small robot either did not remember or did not care that he had just eaten seven chimichangas ten minutes before.

"Uh, sure. On the way to my house, we can stop at the Krazy Taco. Sound good to you, GIR?" Dib offered. He was really hoping this would work, because he really wanted to take GIR back to his room so he could study the robot. Dib wanted to study GIR, because he hoped he could create a robot based off of GIR's design and programming, and then improve it.

"Hmmm," GIR put his hand to his chin, as if he were in deep thought about what he should choose to do. It was only a split second before he screamed, "OKAY! Let's go, Dib!" He quickly put his dog suit back on and ran out the front door, shutting it on his way out.

For Dib it seemed like an eternity before he was finally strolling through his own door-way. The whole trip to the Krazy Taco and the trip to Dib's house, GIR was saying random, annoying, nonsensical things. Dib felt like his brain was beginning to rot inside of his skull, so arriving home was a relief. It meant that soon, he would temporarily deactivate GIR and not have to listen to his incoherencies.

"Dib, where have you been?" Gaz asked her brother. She was dressed in dark purple pajamas and looked like she was just heading up-stairs to her room. She was holding her Game Slave 2, which was turned off, a rare state for her hand-held console to be in.

"HI!" GIR greeted Gaz, waving his right arm madly at her. Gaz looked at Dib with a blank look.

"Never mind, I don't wanna know," Gaz grumbled, continuing to go upstairs to her room. "Wake me up, Dib, and I'll take you to Zim and watch him dissect you."

Dib watched his sister climb the stairs and waited until he heard her door slam. As soon as he heard that sound, he turned to GIR, who was rolling around the couch.

"Come on, GIR, let's go up to my room," Dib paused, trying to think of something in his room that would interest the crazy little SIR. "I have, uh, uh…tons of gigs of information dedicated to the paranormal? No…" Dib spent the next few minutes trying to think of something GIR would like and was completely failing at it.

"He's talkin' to hisself!" the robot pointed and laughed, falling to the ground as if his sides were splitting from the hilarity of it all.

Of course, after a couple of minutes of GIR laughing and Dib continued to fail to think of something in his room that would interest GIR, the manic robot got bored. He stared at Dib and walked upstairs, into Dib's room, in attempt to find something to occupy himself with. There was a lapse in time of roughly fifteen seconds before Dib realized that GIR was no longer in the room, and it sounded like he went upstairs. Fear gripped Dib as he ran to the upper level of the house.

"Wait, GIR, don't—" Dib stopped mid-sentence when he heard that GIR wasn't in Gaz's room, but his room. Relief overcame Dib; he wouldn't have to worry whether Gaz was going to execute her threat or not.

Walking into his room, Dib saw that GIR, now out of his dog suit, was destroying the model of Lake Loch Ness that Dib made in kindergarten. The model had little red flags plotting the points of where Nessie had been sighted. Dib didn't mind that it was being annihilated, because the information the model showed was now out dated, and all up-to-date information was secure on his computer. Not to mention, since Zim arrived on Earth, Dib's interest in Nessie had dwindled a bit, but only because he was he was seeing alien evidence daily, as opposed to reading questionable testimonies of Nessie sightings every-so-often.

"Hey, GIR, do you like my model?" Dib asked, as GIR yanked out one of the red flags and started using it to poke holes in the foam terrain surrounding the acrylic gloss medium that represented the lake. GIR nodded in response to Dib's question, and continued to rip out flags and use them to punch holes into the foam. "Well, I'll give it to you if you go into sleep mode."

"Ooh, okey-dokey!" GIR consented. The SIR's cyan eyes faded to a dull gray, and his sleeping form plopped over with a thud. Dib stared for a mere moment before breaking the silence.

"Wow, this is…easy," Dib grinned and then got some computer equipment together. Taking a sort of plug, Dib opened up the top of GIR's head and sorted through the piles of trash to find where he could connect his plug and begin to download copies of GIR's programming. "Alright, let Operation Dib-Finally-Gets-His-Own-Sidekick begin!"