Disclaimer: "Invader Zim" is created by Jhonen Vasquez. All rights reserved.
Warnig: This fanfiction sucks.
Note: The first part is pretty short. Few of Zim and Gir, and Dib.....blah blah. End. Just bout that. Sorry if I didn't make the characters all-so-Zim-ish, Dib-ish and so on. Oh well......please tell me what you think?
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[chapter one - planning ]
"Giiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiir!"
Zim came storming out from the kitchen, his reddened......already-red eyes scanning through the room quickly, one eye narrowed as the other was wide open as his teeth with gritten tightly in furiousity. He was standing right by the huge brown couch, his fingers curved like deadly curved killing spikes that will kill all of you! YOU! Anyway, the small alien then lightly let his breathing calm down, trying to clear his mind out from this furiousity, trying to find the little metallic robot-slave, who Zim was chasing while ago from his lab, all the way up to the living room. His "hunter"-ness caught up to him....or whatever skill he was trying to use, still letting his eyes skimming through the room until it stopped, noticing the quick and faint blur of silver just disappearing by the corner. Both his eyes narrowed even more as frown curved into a sly smile-like curve, quickly leaping up to the corner, screaming out insanely like some canible, landing right infront of G.I.R. His "smile" grew wider, teeth seemingly gleaming somehow in the dimness of the room. The cornered robot was turned away, looking down at the corner, Zim's tall shadow (his favorite shadow...."tall" shadow. That makes him look tall.....Okay, so I just made that up. I dunno if he likes those kind of shadows....THAT'S WHY IT'S A FANFIC, DAMMIT! I HOPE YOUR THROAT WILL BE FORCED TO PURR LIKE A CAT WHEN IT'S SUPPOSSED NOT TO SO THAT YOU MAY COUGH UP BLOOD!!!! No, just joking... ::gets killed viciously::) not letting his shiny metallic surfice shine all so "happily".
"Now, Gir-..."
"I'm a teddy bear!"
G.I.R. suddenlyurned to face Zim, both of Zim's human-disguise contact lenses which held up to both sides of GIR's head, as if to make it look like a teddy bear-ears.
"D-....!" Zim's eyes squinted shut in such a disgrace and stupidity of the robot, but then sighed again, glaring down at the slave of his. ".....now Gir. I command you to give those back.....," he spoke in a calm, yet frustrated voice, his blackly gloved hand lowered down to the robot. But GIR, ignoring his Master, found himself placing both of the lenses into his mouth, chewing on them as one was half poked out from his mouth. Zim's eyes twitched, but he still remained calm.
"Gir. Spit those out. Spit them out at once!"
GIR just stood there, gazing up at Zim with blank expression as it let one lense come dropping out from its mouth onto the ground.
Zim's hand, which was held out to GIR, trembled madly as one of his eyes narrowed, twitching, as well as one corner of his angrily stretched mouth.
"Giiiiiiiir!" He finally outraged (well, not really), his nerves snapping out impatiently as his hand grabbed for the lense which was half slipping out between GIR's metallic lips, trying to pull it out.
From outside of this tiny house, a man stopped by, looking up. He can hear some angry maniac voice echoing all over the house with unknowned never-heard-on-Earth noises with other destructive crashing sounds, then came a high pitched laughter coming along with it.
".....ohh....I guess they are SO gonna divorce by next week....," he mumbled to himself, chuckling for some stupid reason, I bet and skampered along gayly (not homosexually...well...maybe).
Zim was breathing hard, kneeled on the floor with both of his hands down as well, his wigged head drooped down as the robot was sitting on the floor, still chewing onto the lens, then finally got bored of it as he spitted the lens out, taking his attention else where. Maybe a wall or something.
"Hello, wall!"
Zim blinked at GIR blankly, then twitched again, grumbling something under his breath as he picked the spitted lense up with the other from the corner, then carefully examed them before he placed them on.
"Advanced-......mumble* mumble*.....," he continued to grumble something about GIR as he walked up to the door, opening it. Before he could step out, he paused, turning back to GIR again with an unsure look., remembering about his daily routine before leaving for school.
"Now, Gir. Remember.....don't let ANYONE inside this house! Gir...Gir?? Ngh....GIR!"
"Sir! Yessir!" GIR bounced onto his two feet, his eyes reddening as he saluted up to Zim.
Zim just eyed GIR, then sighed, turning away and slamming the door close behind him as he went off to school named "SKOOL", or skool named "SKOOL", or just skool.....whatever.
* * *
As usual, it was another peaceful day in Skool. Kids mooed. People bleeded to death, and all those other yummy fun fun stuff. And at Miss Bitter's class sat the very angelically good little boys and girls at their own cute little desk, listening eagerly to Miss Bitter's favorite story for their "story time" about a beautiful maiden being chopped to death with the happy-gore-n-fun and eaten by her wicken darkly Master.
".....and because of such foolish feeling this maiden had....this 'love' she held for the Master, she finally faced her impending merciless death. The same 'love' your parents have for each other and if unfortunately, you too someday," the nice teacher's crookedly boney fingers pointed up to the children. One pale child with braces continued to vomit again from such a NC-17-gory story and fainted off from his seat.
Zim looked off boredly, as Miss Bitters stood from her seat and started to write down the moral of the story shakily, as Dib on the other side of the class was scribling something like a scheming mad scientist. As he was humming something mysterious and X-Files-y, he suddenly paused, remembering what Miss Bitters had said something negative about "love".
"Love....?" He whispered to himself, then his eyes rolled to the side to look at Zim, Zim reflecting on the surface of his round glasses.
* * *
"Does aliens love, Gaz?"
Dib paced back and forth right infront of the TV that Gaz was watching.
"......"
"If they do......do they mate? If they mate...how do they mate? How do they reproduce a child?"
Pace. Pace. Pace.
"......," Gaz was silent for a moment, then glared at Dib, finally showing a bit of her pupils. "Dib. You're in my way," she hissed lightly. "Move. Now."
But Dib ignored her casually, continuing to pace with one finger to his chin.
"But what if-.....what if they don't mate? Then how do these aliens....multiply? Or are they built like some...machines? Or do they mate without loving one another like some animals? ....so many possibilities...so many hypothesis....predictions....from just one problem. Oh! I gotta write these down before I forget," he mumbled a bit over dramatically, pulling out a notepad from his black coat and started to scribble some things onto it, right infront of the TV.
"Dib. If you don't want to be late for dinner (if you don't want to get killed by me), you will move away from the TV. You will-..."
"What do you think, Gaz?" Dib turned to face her, walking up with the notepad clentched in his fist with excitement starting to flow into him.
"...think what?"
"...wait! ......remember that show about this lady abducted by aliens and was inpregnated by some kind of-..of alien 'egg' or-....whatever they said it was? Do you think it's for experiment-...or, or have you ever thought that maybe because they need another species....a species that can handle a child in their body for it to grow? A species that HAVE a female? Maybe they don't have a female. Yess....oh..no...no, wait! How can I be dumb!? If they don't have any females, why would they have any fetus or whatever they have? Or wait a sec....blah, blah, blah....."
Gaz's frowning lips twitched, as she turned sharply at Dib with annoyed look. Because of his constant yapping, she just missed what the host of some show was saying. As Dib continued to yap on, she started to scoot over to Dib, balling her shaking fist.
* * *
"Aha!"
Dib lifted his head up, his blood shot eyes madly looking down to a piece of scribbled paper. He's been working out a plan all night till the the sun came up. A plan to test his questionings of "love" and aliens.
"One of my best plan.....and dangerously dangerous plan ever yet!" He grinned down to his paper, which held a drawing of both Zim and Dib, holding hands.
"To know one's enemy, I must be ONE with my enemy," he hopped off from his chair, pacing by the side of his desk. "...and to be 'one' with my enemy, I shall be a 'friend' to my enemy. Oh yes, a friend," he said it in disgusted way, but smiled ever so proudly. This wasn't really his way, but dear God, he was OBSESSED! He HAD to know the answers any way he can! Walking down the stairs with his schemy snickering, rubbing his hands together, he went into the kitchen, grabbing for whatever his hand came in contact with in the opened fredge and crammed the food into his mouth as he continued to chuckle....then laugh....then REALLY laugh, spitting out food from his mouth as Gaz was sitting at the table, disgusted by her brother.
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Well, I'm gonna end it here for now. What did you think?Pathetic? Sad? Crappy-doodle? Would you like me to continue? Please, PLEASE R&R! Pleaaaase! ::grabs your knees & kisses your feet::
Warnig: This fanfiction sucks.
Note: The first part is pretty short. Few of Zim and Gir, and Dib.....blah blah. End. Just bout that. Sorry if I didn't make the characters all-so-Zim-ish, Dib-ish and so on. Oh well......please tell me what you think?
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[chapter one - planning ]
"Giiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiir!"
Zim came storming out from the kitchen, his reddened......already-red eyes scanning through the room quickly, one eye narrowed as the other was wide open as his teeth with gritten tightly in furiousity. He was standing right by the huge brown couch, his fingers curved like deadly curved killing spikes that will kill all of you! YOU! Anyway, the small alien then lightly let his breathing calm down, trying to clear his mind out from this furiousity, trying to find the little metallic robot-slave, who Zim was chasing while ago from his lab, all the way up to the living room. His "hunter"-ness caught up to him....or whatever skill he was trying to use, still letting his eyes skimming through the room until it stopped, noticing the quick and faint blur of silver just disappearing by the corner. Both his eyes narrowed even more as frown curved into a sly smile-like curve, quickly leaping up to the corner, screaming out insanely like some canible, landing right infront of G.I.R. His "smile" grew wider, teeth seemingly gleaming somehow in the dimness of the room. The cornered robot was turned away, looking down at the corner, Zim's tall shadow (his favorite shadow...."tall" shadow. That makes him look tall.....Okay, so I just made that up. I dunno if he likes those kind of shadows....THAT'S WHY IT'S A FANFIC, DAMMIT! I HOPE YOUR THROAT WILL BE FORCED TO PURR LIKE A CAT WHEN IT'S SUPPOSSED NOT TO SO THAT YOU MAY COUGH UP BLOOD!!!! No, just joking... ::gets killed viciously::) not letting his shiny metallic surfice shine all so "happily".
"Now, Gir-..."
"I'm a teddy bear!"
G.I.R. suddenlyurned to face Zim, both of Zim's human-disguise contact lenses which held up to both sides of GIR's head, as if to make it look like a teddy bear-ears.
"D-....!" Zim's eyes squinted shut in such a disgrace and stupidity of the robot, but then sighed again, glaring down at the slave of his. ".....now Gir. I command you to give those back.....," he spoke in a calm, yet frustrated voice, his blackly gloved hand lowered down to the robot. But GIR, ignoring his Master, found himself placing both of the lenses into his mouth, chewing on them as one was half poked out from his mouth. Zim's eyes twitched, but he still remained calm.
"Gir. Spit those out. Spit them out at once!"
GIR just stood there, gazing up at Zim with blank expression as it let one lense come dropping out from its mouth onto the ground.
Zim's hand, which was held out to GIR, trembled madly as one of his eyes narrowed, twitching, as well as one corner of his angrily stretched mouth.
"Giiiiiiiir!" He finally outraged (well, not really), his nerves snapping out impatiently as his hand grabbed for the lense which was half slipping out between GIR's metallic lips, trying to pull it out.
From outside of this tiny house, a man stopped by, looking up. He can hear some angry maniac voice echoing all over the house with unknowned never-heard-on-Earth noises with other destructive crashing sounds, then came a high pitched laughter coming along with it.
".....ohh....I guess they are SO gonna divorce by next week....," he mumbled to himself, chuckling for some stupid reason, I bet and skampered along gayly (not homosexually...well...maybe).
Zim was breathing hard, kneeled on the floor with both of his hands down as well, his wigged head drooped down as the robot was sitting on the floor, still chewing onto the lens, then finally got bored of it as he spitted the lens out, taking his attention else where. Maybe a wall or something.
"Hello, wall!"
Zim blinked at GIR blankly, then twitched again, grumbling something under his breath as he picked the spitted lense up with the other from the corner, then carefully examed them before he placed them on.
"Advanced-......mumble* mumble*.....," he continued to grumble something about GIR as he walked up to the door, opening it. Before he could step out, he paused, turning back to GIR again with an unsure look., remembering about his daily routine before leaving for school.
"Now, Gir. Remember.....don't let ANYONE inside this house! Gir...Gir?? Ngh....GIR!"
"Sir! Yessir!" GIR bounced onto his two feet, his eyes reddening as he saluted up to Zim.
Zim just eyed GIR, then sighed, turning away and slamming the door close behind him as he went off to school named "SKOOL", or skool named "SKOOL", or just skool.....whatever.
* * *
As usual, it was another peaceful day in Skool. Kids mooed. People bleeded to death, and all those other yummy fun fun stuff. And at Miss Bitter's class sat the very angelically good little boys and girls at their own cute little desk, listening eagerly to Miss Bitter's favorite story for their "story time" about a beautiful maiden being chopped to death with the happy-gore-n-fun and eaten by her wicken darkly Master.
".....and because of such foolish feeling this maiden had....this 'love' she held for the Master, she finally faced her impending merciless death. The same 'love' your parents have for each other and if unfortunately, you too someday," the nice teacher's crookedly boney fingers pointed up to the children. One pale child with braces continued to vomit again from such a NC-17-gory story and fainted off from his seat.
Zim looked off boredly, as Miss Bitters stood from her seat and started to write down the moral of the story shakily, as Dib on the other side of the class was scribling something like a scheming mad scientist. As he was humming something mysterious and X-Files-y, he suddenly paused, remembering what Miss Bitters had said something negative about "love".
"Love....?" He whispered to himself, then his eyes rolled to the side to look at Zim, Zim reflecting on the surface of his round glasses.
* * *
"Does aliens love, Gaz?"
Dib paced back and forth right infront of the TV that Gaz was watching.
"......"
"If they do......do they mate? If they mate...how do they mate? How do they reproduce a child?"
Pace. Pace. Pace.
"......," Gaz was silent for a moment, then glared at Dib, finally showing a bit of her pupils. "Dib. You're in my way," she hissed lightly. "Move. Now."
But Dib ignored her casually, continuing to pace with one finger to his chin.
"But what if-.....what if they don't mate? Then how do these aliens....multiply? Or are they built like some...machines? Or do they mate without loving one another like some animals? ....so many possibilities...so many hypothesis....predictions....from just one problem. Oh! I gotta write these down before I forget," he mumbled a bit over dramatically, pulling out a notepad from his black coat and started to scribble some things onto it, right infront of the TV.
"Dib. If you don't want to be late for dinner (if you don't want to get killed by me), you will move away from the TV. You will-..."
"What do you think, Gaz?" Dib turned to face her, walking up with the notepad clentched in his fist with excitement starting to flow into him.
"...think what?"
"...wait! ......remember that show about this lady abducted by aliens and was inpregnated by some kind of-..of alien 'egg' or-....whatever they said it was? Do you think it's for experiment-...or, or have you ever thought that maybe because they need another species....a species that can handle a child in their body for it to grow? A species that HAVE a female? Maybe they don't have a female. Yess....oh..no...no, wait! How can I be dumb!? If they don't have any females, why would they have any fetus or whatever they have? Or wait a sec....blah, blah, blah....."
Gaz's frowning lips twitched, as she turned sharply at Dib with annoyed look. Because of his constant yapping, she just missed what the host of some show was saying. As Dib continued to yap on, she started to scoot over to Dib, balling her shaking fist.
* * *
"Aha!"
Dib lifted his head up, his blood shot eyes madly looking down to a piece of scribbled paper. He's been working out a plan all night till the the sun came up. A plan to test his questionings of "love" and aliens.
"One of my best plan.....and dangerously dangerous plan ever yet!" He grinned down to his paper, which held a drawing of both Zim and Dib, holding hands.
"To know one's enemy, I must be ONE with my enemy," he hopped off from his chair, pacing by the side of his desk. "...and to be 'one' with my enemy, I shall be a 'friend' to my enemy. Oh yes, a friend," he said it in disgusted way, but smiled ever so proudly. This wasn't really his way, but dear God, he was OBSESSED! He HAD to know the answers any way he can! Walking down the stairs with his schemy snickering, rubbing his hands together, he went into the kitchen, grabbing for whatever his hand came in contact with in the opened fredge and crammed the food into his mouth as he continued to chuckle....then laugh....then REALLY laugh, spitting out food from his mouth as Gaz was sitting at the table, disgusted by her brother.
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Well, I'm gonna end it here for now. What did you think?Pathetic? Sad? Crappy-doodle? Would you like me to continue? Please, PLEASE R&R! Pleaaaase! ::grabs your knees & kisses your feet::