Jakob sat back in the overly comfortable chair in his basement. He yawned
and stretched. He had just finished watching a 7 ½ hour marathon of his
favorite TV show, Invader Zim. He had downloaded the episodes and watched
them frequently to keep up with his quotes. Jakob rubbed his eyes and
looked at the clock. It read 3 AM. "Jesus…" he said to himself. He shut
off the monitor and walked up the stairs to go to bed. 5 minutes later his
monitor flashed on again. A program was opened and a start button pushed.
Jakob was asleep in his bed.
Jakob & Dib
A new and slightly interesting fan fiction by
The Letter |\/|
Jacob
Jacob shut the buzzing alarm off and reluctantly left his warm bed. He put on his glasses and walked to the bathroom. He looked into the mirror sleepily. He combed his untidy hair flat. The bang thingys that he normally gelled back seemed unusually long. He shrugged, deciding to cut them when he arrived home from school. He put his glasses on over his hazel eyes. Suddenly, he realized something. "I don't have hazel eyes! My eyes are green!" he said out loud, almost yelling. Suddenly he heard a voice from downstairs. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!? GET DOWN HERE! I AM NOT GONNA BE LATE FOR SKOOL AGAIN!" "Was that…?" his curiosity overpowered his shock. He walked down the stairs and met a small girl in the kitchen. "You just don't learn do you?" the girl questioned. "Huh? What are you talking about?" "WELL…it didn't go over that well the last time you went to skool in your underwear, Dib." His beliefs were confirmed. He had somehow switched places with Dib. "Damn!" he said softly to himself and left Gaz in the kitchen saying something about Dib getting taken back to the crazy house. He went up to his bedroom and gaped. His open closet held many instances of the same shirt and black jeans. His trench coat was draped over the chair in front of his desk. His boots leaned against the wall. He lay back on his bed and tried to hold back the tears. Gaz walked into the room. The darkness seemed to follow her. "Were you planning on going to Skool today?" "Gaz, I feel sick." "Hmm…" She walked away and soon the front door slammed shut. "Why Dib? I've always liked Zim better and besides, who's ever heard of DaGr? That's just sick. Maybe this could be useful anyway."
Dib
Dib walked down the street. This new place was hell. The people were hideous! He seems to have transported to another dimension. He had to get out of that house. Out of that room. He detested that room. The bedroom had been bad enough, but the basement was horrific. He searched the computer and found pictures and video files from when there had been no camera. And then there were the stories. Horrible stories. About Gaz and Zim and Gaz and a guy named Jak. It was scary. It was disgusting. It was disturbing. The bedroom was covered in pictures of Zim and sometimes himself and especially…GAZ! 'This person was obviously obsessed with Gaz.' Dib thought as he had smoothed back the real bangs that hung in his eyes. They were much shorter than his own, but were as equally annoying. They fell back down again. He had walked into the bathroom and picked up a bottle of gel. He squeezed some of the neon green goo onto his hands and began to smooth back the bangs. He finished and looked at himself/Jakob in the mirror. "Oh my GOD!" he said aloud. His hair looked almost exactly like Zim's wig. 'No wonder! Those stories! He wants to BE Zim!' Dib shuddered as he thought. 'Who would want to be like Zim? What if he surrenders? What if he does something to Gaz? I would never forgive myself if-' He suddenly realized that he was in Jakob's body and laughed to himself, relieved. 'He's not gonna do anything. If he doesn't already know, he'll find out I'm her brother if he tries something.' Dib began to laugh at himself out loud as he imagined his little sister breaking every bone in his fragile body. 'Besides I can always say I was joking.' He smiled at his ability to calm himself then thought again. 'But he could always surrender to Zim and… THAT HORRIBLE BOY! HE'S GOING TO CAUSE THE DISTRUCTION OF MANKIND! By the time I get back to my own body, we'll all be slaves to the Zim…race…thingy.' Dib suddenly looked up and stopped remembering, stopped thinking. He realized his surroundings and he walked back toward the house, routinely. He seemed to have stopped caring.
Jakob
Jakob too, walked the lonely streets. It was near noon. He wasn't really hungry, but Jakob remembered something his mother had always said, and that was to eat 3 square meals a day. He checked the pocket of the trench coat for cash. He found a black leather wallet that had been timeworn. Inside, he found what appeared to be a $5 in some sort of futuristic currency. He took it out and headed toward the nearby MacMeatys. He bought his food and sat down at a booth. He took a bite of the overly juicy burger and then sat, wide-eyed, staring in realization of what he had just done. It wasn't like him at all to get a burger or even eat at a place called MacMeatys. Not like him at all…because, Jakob was a vegetarian. He thought for a moment about how uncharacteristic this was, but then smiled when he remembered that the burger is made out of napkins. He continued eating, all the while wondering what the "juices" that made this burger "juicy" were, and if they could be made from napkins too. Normally, he would have probably thrown up at the mere sight of something so disgustingly bloody, but he didn't seem to care. He soon forgot all about the burger and busied himself by looking around MacMeaties for Jhonen. He decided to be waiting at Zim's house when he got home from skool.
Dib
Dib sighed. It was noon, and unlike himself, he was hungry. He walked into a store called Mac Donald's. He normally would have ordered a Big Mac, but instead got a salad. He didn't know what, but something made him suddenly sick at the sight of meat. He sat down with his food, and expecting something to happen, looked falsely calm. He anxiously ate his food, all the while telling himself, Jakob, you're too paranoid. It really hit him when he realized he wasn't Jakob, but his thoughts were calling him that. He didn't want to be there anymore. He quickly jumped up from his seat and took the plastic utensils and salad container to the trash. He left and headed home. Home. He even called it that in his mind, but when he really thought about it, a small voice seemed to say 'DIB! SNAP OUT OF IT! THAT'S NOT YOU'RE HOME! YOU NEED TO FIND A WAY TO GET BACK TO DAD AND GAZ, AT LEAST BEFORE JAKOB GETS TO ZIM!!' But the other thoughts came so naturally that Dib soon forgot all about home and Dad and Gaz and even Zim. This world seemed to like him alright, and he liked it alright. The people weren't as ugly as they had been when he had first arrived. The less he thought about them, the happier he seemed with his surroundings.
[A/N: Okies! That's the first chapter! What do you think?! I like it, but I also like feedback. Tell me if you hated it even! I don't care! Thanks for reading! Please review!
-The Letter |\/|
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that belongs to Invader Zim, or Nickelodeon, or Viacom, or Jhonen Vasquez. I also don't own Mac Donald's, Big Mac, or salad. I don't really like salad that much.
Jakob & Dib
A new and slightly interesting fan fiction by
The Letter |\/|
Jacob
Jacob shut the buzzing alarm off and reluctantly left his warm bed. He put on his glasses and walked to the bathroom. He looked into the mirror sleepily. He combed his untidy hair flat. The bang thingys that he normally gelled back seemed unusually long. He shrugged, deciding to cut them when he arrived home from school. He put his glasses on over his hazel eyes. Suddenly, he realized something. "I don't have hazel eyes! My eyes are green!" he said out loud, almost yelling. Suddenly he heard a voice from downstairs. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!? GET DOWN HERE! I AM NOT GONNA BE LATE FOR SKOOL AGAIN!" "Was that…?" his curiosity overpowered his shock. He walked down the stairs and met a small girl in the kitchen. "You just don't learn do you?" the girl questioned. "Huh? What are you talking about?" "WELL…it didn't go over that well the last time you went to skool in your underwear, Dib." His beliefs were confirmed. He had somehow switched places with Dib. "Damn!" he said softly to himself and left Gaz in the kitchen saying something about Dib getting taken back to the crazy house. He went up to his bedroom and gaped. His open closet held many instances of the same shirt and black jeans. His trench coat was draped over the chair in front of his desk. His boots leaned against the wall. He lay back on his bed and tried to hold back the tears. Gaz walked into the room. The darkness seemed to follow her. "Were you planning on going to Skool today?" "Gaz, I feel sick." "Hmm…" She walked away and soon the front door slammed shut. "Why Dib? I've always liked Zim better and besides, who's ever heard of DaGr? That's just sick. Maybe this could be useful anyway."
Dib
Dib walked down the street. This new place was hell. The people were hideous! He seems to have transported to another dimension. He had to get out of that house. Out of that room. He detested that room. The bedroom had been bad enough, but the basement was horrific. He searched the computer and found pictures and video files from when there had been no camera. And then there were the stories. Horrible stories. About Gaz and Zim and Gaz and a guy named Jak. It was scary. It was disgusting. It was disturbing. The bedroom was covered in pictures of Zim and sometimes himself and especially…GAZ! 'This person was obviously obsessed with Gaz.' Dib thought as he had smoothed back the real bangs that hung in his eyes. They were much shorter than his own, but were as equally annoying. They fell back down again. He had walked into the bathroom and picked up a bottle of gel. He squeezed some of the neon green goo onto his hands and began to smooth back the bangs. He finished and looked at himself/Jakob in the mirror. "Oh my GOD!" he said aloud. His hair looked almost exactly like Zim's wig. 'No wonder! Those stories! He wants to BE Zim!' Dib shuddered as he thought. 'Who would want to be like Zim? What if he surrenders? What if he does something to Gaz? I would never forgive myself if-' He suddenly realized that he was in Jakob's body and laughed to himself, relieved. 'He's not gonna do anything. If he doesn't already know, he'll find out I'm her brother if he tries something.' Dib began to laugh at himself out loud as he imagined his little sister breaking every bone in his fragile body. 'Besides I can always say I was joking.' He smiled at his ability to calm himself then thought again. 'But he could always surrender to Zim and… THAT HORRIBLE BOY! HE'S GOING TO CAUSE THE DISTRUCTION OF MANKIND! By the time I get back to my own body, we'll all be slaves to the Zim…race…thingy.' Dib suddenly looked up and stopped remembering, stopped thinking. He realized his surroundings and he walked back toward the house, routinely. He seemed to have stopped caring.
Jakob
Jakob too, walked the lonely streets. It was near noon. He wasn't really hungry, but Jakob remembered something his mother had always said, and that was to eat 3 square meals a day. He checked the pocket of the trench coat for cash. He found a black leather wallet that had been timeworn. Inside, he found what appeared to be a $5 in some sort of futuristic currency. He took it out and headed toward the nearby MacMeatys. He bought his food and sat down at a booth. He took a bite of the overly juicy burger and then sat, wide-eyed, staring in realization of what he had just done. It wasn't like him at all to get a burger or even eat at a place called MacMeatys. Not like him at all…because, Jakob was a vegetarian. He thought for a moment about how uncharacteristic this was, but then smiled when he remembered that the burger is made out of napkins. He continued eating, all the while wondering what the "juices" that made this burger "juicy" were, and if they could be made from napkins too. Normally, he would have probably thrown up at the mere sight of something so disgustingly bloody, but he didn't seem to care. He soon forgot all about the burger and busied himself by looking around MacMeaties for Jhonen. He decided to be waiting at Zim's house when he got home from skool.
Dib
Dib sighed. It was noon, and unlike himself, he was hungry. He walked into a store called Mac Donald's. He normally would have ordered a Big Mac, but instead got a salad. He didn't know what, but something made him suddenly sick at the sight of meat. He sat down with his food, and expecting something to happen, looked falsely calm. He anxiously ate his food, all the while telling himself, Jakob, you're too paranoid. It really hit him when he realized he wasn't Jakob, but his thoughts were calling him that. He didn't want to be there anymore. He quickly jumped up from his seat and took the plastic utensils and salad container to the trash. He left and headed home. Home. He even called it that in his mind, but when he really thought about it, a small voice seemed to say 'DIB! SNAP OUT OF IT! THAT'S NOT YOU'RE HOME! YOU NEED TO FIND A WAY TO GET BACK TO DAD AND GAZ, AT LEAST BEFORE JAKOB GETS TO ZIM!!' But the other thoughts came so naturally that Dib soon forgot all about home and Dad and Gaz and even Zim. This world seemed to like him alright, and he liked it alright. The people weren't as ugly as they had been when he had first arrived. The less he thought about them, the happier he seemed with his surroundings.
[A/N: Okies! That's the first chapter! What do you think?! I like it, but I also like feedback. Tell me if you hated it even! I don't care! Thanks for reading! Please review!
-The Letter |\/|
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that belongs to Invader Zim, or Nickelodeon, or Viacom, or Jhonen Vasquez. I also don't own Mac Donald's, Big Mac, or salad. I don't really like salad that much.