A.N: this is my first attempt at zadr or any type of fanfiction so please be gentle ; u ;""
actually please be brutal, beat me with critique sticks or something, improvement is really important to me
edit: DISCLAIMERS SINCE EVERYONE SEEMS TO BE DOING IT THOUGH I DON'T KNOW WHY SINCE THIS IS OBVIOUSLY A SITE FOR FANFICTIONS. INVADER ZIM BELONGS TO A REALLY COOL DUDE THAT IS APPARENTLY NOT ME SO YEAH.
This is the part where: Zim's being weird, Dib's uncomfortable and Purple's an idiot.
Dib tapped his pencil on his desk nervously, sneaking a glance at Zim once more.
Yep, he's still staring at him.
He quickly avoided his gaze and went back to pencil tapping again. What was he planning? Ever since class began, Zim's been staring at him intently, not batting an eyelid. The Irken would usually be twiddling with some sort of strange weird-looking device (not that anyone in this class would notice but himself) that he was sure the alien would use to bring doom and destruction upon mankind but today it was just... staring. Just that, nothing else.
Was it a trick? Was it some sort of ruse? Maybe he's trying to take control of my mind, just like he did with that huge zit of his, Dib's thoughts began to jumble together as he tried to figure out what the heck the green boy currently sitting across the room was doing. Dib risked looking at his arch enemy again, just to make sure that he was doing what he thought he was doing.
Oh God, are those alien binoculars.
Dib began to sweat profusely, clenching and unclenching his fists, until he just can't stand it anymore. He slammed his fists on his desk, standing up.
"WHAT IS IT, ZIM!? YOU'VE BEEN STARING AT ME EVER SINCE THE BELL RANG, WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM, HUH!? HUH!?"
The whole class ignored Dib's outburst, being the class looney and all. Really, they've wondered why a permanent card for the Crazy House for Boys haven't been given out to their class specifically for Dib. His shouts were bound to reach the classroom at the end of the hall.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Dib-stink," Zim replied nonchalantly, frowning slightly behind the lens.
"Then try to explain what those binoculars are for, if not to study me and learn my weaknesses so you could defeat me and thus leaving mankind defenseless so you could claim it for yourself and your alien race!" Dib raised an accusing finger towards his arch nemesis, panting slightly from shouting so much with so little breath.
"Don't flatter yourself, Dib-human. I am only using these... 'bino-kulars' as a way of seeing better! YES! DON'T YOU DARE ACCUSE ZIM OF STAARIIING!" Zim screeched right back, waving a clawed fist, standing up as well, said binoculars retracting into his PAK.
The two of them glared daggers at each other, and didn't notice when the school bell rang, signalling the end of the school session. Students got up and filed out of the classroom, eager to go back home. "And don't forget to finish your assignment on 'Why Humanity Is Doomed Ever Since It Began' tonight, we start the presentations tomorrow," the aged bespectacled class teacher rasped. She turned towards the two bickering students left in her class, growling menacingly.
"Boys! School's ended five seconds ago and you're not outside in the school yard. I'm giving you ten seconds before I send you to detention for trespassing!" she threatened. The two glanced up and just realized that the class was empty. Dib cursed silently underneath his breath, usually school was the most ideal and perfect place to expose Zim to the rest of the world, having an audience and all. It was also one of the places Zim would actually behave himself, somewhat, and not attempt to conquer Earth because of so many people surrounding him, he wouldn't risk exposure. Otherwise, he'd just hang out safe and secure at his base.
"Seven!" Ms. Bitters hissed, teeth clenched.
Dib snapped out of his reverie and had just enough time before Ms. Bitters slammed her fist on a red button on her desk that would initiate lockdown on her classroom. He quickly ran out of the school entrance before the signal reached it and locked itself as well. He heard a snicker behind him and turned around, meeting face-to-face with Space-Boy. "Have you gotten sloppy, puny human?" he grinned, showing off his serrated, zipper-like teeth.
"I know you're planning something, Zim, and I will found out what it is!" the paranormal enthusiast declared, determination burning with every syllable thrown at his mortal enemy. Zim cackled with amusement, "Oh, it has always been entertaining watching you try!" he retorted. Dib growled and stalked off, not noticing the little contraption Zim planted on the bottom of his trench coat as he passed by.
I will find out, Zim. And when I do, I'll do everything I can to stop you no matter what!
Because of his silent fuming, he barely noticed a pair of purple orbs following his every move, right up to his house.
24 hours earlier...
"We've already told you a million times, Zim. You're more of a... uh, informant than an invader in this mission," Tallest Red glanced at his co-ruler, who nodded enthusiastically, mouth full of doughnuts. "And so uh, we don't want you acting on impulse to take over planet Earth, but to study these 'humans' more closely and um..." Glance. "Collect more information about them?" The purple clad leader shrugged.
"Yeah, obtain more information about these humans and report back to us later so we can uh, plan the invasion more intricately so it'd be totally foolproof and have plenty of back-ups and whatever... stuff."
"I see. With more close observations we can determine their weaknesses and destroy them at the very core! I marvel at your wisdom, my Tallest!" the Irken soldier saluted his leaders with respect. "Yeahyeahgettoworkandnevercallagain bye!" Red signaled to cut the transmission and Zim's face disappeared from the huge screen with a quiet 'beep'. Red heaved a sigh of relief, and rolled his eyes at his co-ruler currently struggling to swallow a mouthful of doughnuts beside him, coughing up bits and pieces.
"Mmfff mmf /cough/ hmmf!"
"You should've thought of that before you shoved all those doughnuts into your mouth, moron."
Gulp.
"I panicked! I didn't want to talk to him! He freaks me out sometimes."
"He freaks me out all the time," Red replied, frowning slightly. Grinning, he added,"The only thing that's stopping me from blowing up that planet along with Zim is because he's such a great source of entertainment." Pur snort-chuckled and agreed with a ,"Yeah." Red reached his hand into the paper bag that contained his favourite snack, and was somehow not surprised that it was empty by now. Pur had been stuffing every single one into his mouth in a moment of panic ever since the transmission began so he wouldn't have to talk to the Defective. "Great, you just finished the last batch of doughnuts, now we gotta order some lame Irkens to make more."
The two looked at each other, and simultaneously said, "Chocolate?"
A.N: thats it for now, ill come back to make it longer or like, alter it a little bit. im not very happy with this chapter so yeah. reviews would help a lot ; v ;"