Exogorth presents
Random IZ Stories

My mind can lead us all anywhere. So how about the randomocity that my mind can also create? The following story is a big collection of little stories. I'm open to suggestions. If you get absolutely any suggestions, then contact me. You can also submit suggestions in your reviews. And, if you're lucky, they'll wind up here. So sit back, relax and enjoy Random IZ Stories. Alright then, lets begin.

Story #1: A Slave of My Own.
Crafted with "Luv" by Exogorth
Zim was working on his latest invention.

"It...is done!" he shouted triumphantly "With this, I will be able to control any one of those hideous humans. And who better to first try it on than the Dib?"

"I dunno, but let's make him go a 'splodey!" said GIR.

"No, GIR, no. I will control his mind and he will become my eternal slave. And there we be no one left to stop me from destroying all life on this pathetic planet!" Zim started to laugh maniacally and was soon joined in by GIR. Zim stopped laughing and stared at GIR, who couldn't stop laughing, for a few seconds and then said "Stop, GIR." and GIR did as he was told.

Dib lay on his bed in his room. Silent. Completely silent. He was in deep thought.

Should he give up? Should he stop believing? Should he become "Normal"?

He didn't know what to do.

'Is it worth it?' he thought to himself 'No.'

He knew he couldn't give up hope. So what if people thought he was crazy. He'd prove them wrong. He'd prove them all wrong. He'd show them. He'd show them all.

He had recently come up with a new plan to infiltrate Zim's base and get photographic evidence of Zim without his disguise on. Then maybe, just maybe, people would believe.

They'd have to. Those red eyes. The antennae. People would see that he wasn't human. Then Dib would be worshiped as the hero he really was.

So he decided to leave.

Zim ran as fast as he could to Dib's house. Right when he reached the front door he heard Dib coming.

'I must hurry. The Dib will be outside in just a few seconds.' Zim thought to himself.

Zim panicked, he attached a little machine to the doorknob that would send sonic waves to the invention down in his lab and would activate it, making Dib his eternal slave as soon as he even touches the doorknob to leave.

'There. Now lets see him try to stop me.'

Just when he was inches from the door, he heard Zim snickering.

'He's outside. But why? What the hell's he up to?' he thought 'Is it some new dumb invention of his? What's going on? I have to find out.'

He decided he'd check it out once he was outside. He reached for the doorknob. And, upon contact, he received a static shock.

"Ow! Son of a..." before he could even finish his sentence, he was under Zim's control.

He stood up completely straight, the only moving he did was the movement in his chest from breathing. It was almost like he was a robot now. He had a blank, emotionless expression on his face.

"Come outside." Zim gave his new slave his first task.

Dib opened the door, walked outside and closed the door behind him.

"Yes! It worked!" Zim exclaimed. "Come. We must return to the base. You have much to do."

"Yes, lord Zim. I obey." said Dib in a monotonous, robotic voice.

Zim led the way and Dib followed close behind.

They took the elevator down to the lab and were greeted by GIR shortly after.

"Hi!" said the little optimistic trash can.

"Finally, a slave of my very own." said Zim. He looked at GIR for a few seconds.

GIR stared blankly back at him and then waved with a huge smile on his face "Hello!" Zim unenthusiastically waved back at the little robot. Then he looked back at Dib, at whom he had been staring at earlier. Staring and planning. Planning on what to do next. Then he continued talking to himself. "A functioning slave anyway."

Though Zim was unaware of this, something had gone wrong.

Dib's body was under Zim's control. Dib still had conscious thought. He had free thinking, he just couldn't control his body. Including to speak out loud what he was thinking. The only words that came out were words of pure obedience. That, and anything Zim told him to say.

'I swear to god, Zim, as soon as I'm back in control I'm going to kick your ass!' Dib thought.

Zim could not come up with anything for his new slave to do.

"You could make 'im go outside and act all funny 'n stuff. I'd like it, cuz it'd be funny. Make 'im say he gotta big head." GIR suggested.

"No, GIR, that idea is stupid." Zim said without even listening to what GIR was saying. He saw GIR's mouth move but all heard was "Blah, blah, blah."

"MAKE 'IM BE FUNNY! MAKE 'IM BE FUNNY!" GIR started throwing another temper tantrum.

"No!"

Then Zim thought of something. "If I could make him go outside in the public, I could make him embarrass himself. When he'd snap out of this, he'd be ridiculed beyond belief. He'd never even be able to leave his dwelling. Thus leaving no one to stop me." Which was exactly what GIR just suggested, once more demonstrating Zim's penchant for not paying attention.

'Come on. Please. If I can't snap out of this, my life is going to be horrible...even more so.' Dib was trying as hard as he could to regain control of his body, to no avail.

Zim had just made a stupid outfit and forced Dib to wear it and the slave-boy was already heading outside, ready to ruin Dib's social life...if it could get any worse than it was already, anyway.

Dib was outside in that stupid outfit, if he was lucky no one would see him.

But people saw. However, Dib couldn't the sound of the door locking behind him. And he realized that if he tried hard enough and snapped his body out of the stupid trance it was in, he could run inside.

People laughed at the sight of him in the stupid outfit, but it seemed that no one recognized him. So no one would be able to say they saw him in a stupid outfit and embarrass him...as long as Zim didn't ruin anything.

'Come on, snap out of it. I've got to get inside before anybody recognizes me.'

He managed to gain control of his right arm. He stretched his arm back, hoping to find the doorknob.

He almost touched the doorknob, but stretched too far back and fell.

But he managed to drag himself to the doorstep with the one arm he could control and reached for the doorknob.

People were still laughing, especially when he fell. A huge crowd was drawn in, all laughing in ridicule.

Dib managed to turn the doorknob and dragged himself inside. Not able to close the door, he kept dragging himself further. And he finally made it to the kitchen, but he couldn't go further. The strain was too much.

Then GIR walked by, humming a tune to himself. "You needs hellllllllp?" the little robot said with curiosity.

Dib managed to make his free hand give an "Okay" sign, even though it ached beyond belief.

"OOOOOOOKAAAAY!" GIR screamed and helped Dib up, then closed the door.

'Hmmm, I guess his robot isn't useless after all. Not evil. Not good, either. Somewhere in between. He's just being bossed around by Zim to do bad things. He's stupid, though. Malfunctioning, too. But he just might be the key to get me out of this and get my life back to normal.'

Then GIR kindly lead Dib down to the lab.

Dib looked strained enough. His face was flushed. Maybe he could use this to make it look like he was embarrassed. And maybe Zim would fall for it.

"Back so soon?" asked Dib's Irken slavedriver.

"He done had enoughs for nows." GIR explained, thankfully not mentioning the fact that Dib wasn't embarrassed at all.

Zim walked by and Dib mustered up all of the strength he had into his left arm and gave Zim a slug to the face, knocking him over.

'Come on, body, snap out of it. You've got a chance, now take it.'

And he snapped about halfway out of it. He could control his body now, but he was still prone to following orders. And if Zim discovered this, Dib's one chance would be ruined.

Dib couldn't let that happen, so he ran for his life. But then it hit him "Damn it! This dumb clown costume is still on me."

He ran to the elevator and pressed the 'up' button. He had to quick, though. He'd only have a few seconds before he'd reach the upper part of Zim's base.

He ripped the stupid clown costume off, underneath his jacket and shirt were removed so he could fit into the bodysuit better. But his pants were left on.

'Thank god Zim decided to leave my pants on when he put me into this.' he thought.

The elevator reached the top and the door opened, so Dib quickly walked out.

He saw the door, his ticket to freedom.

He ran for the door, only for GIR to burst through the floor with Zim on his back.

"You're not going anywhere, stupid Dib-human!" Zim yelled.

And that one command brought Dib back into his trance. "Yes, lord Zim. I obey."

"That's better. Now, back to the lab."

"I obey."

GIR flew back down the hole, Zim still on his back.

There was a large hole in the floor, so the once again slave-Dib jumped through and followed.

'Damn it! I was so close!'

And now, no matter how hard Dib tried, he couldn't bring control back to his body. It was like his mind was forced to carry around a bunch of dead weight.

Dead weight that followed orders.

Fin?
Well, there you have it. The first story. Whether you like it or not, you're going to have to review for another one. Who knows? Maybe there'll be a continuation of this. So, even though I don't encourage reviews (because I don't want to tell you how to live your life), now I'm asking you to. Review, review, review! With all due respect, Exogorth.