NOTE: READ EVERYTHING!! I'm not accepting flames from people who didn't
read the entire A/N as serious news. 'Cause it's not. The Disclaimer and
stuff is there for a reason, and it's NOT JUST ANNOUNCING THAT INVADER ZIM
IS JHONEN'S! Seriously, that's why I'm using caps. I'm yelling. Pay
attention. OBEY ME! Good. Read.
Hi there. Whee. o.o I got bored, so I sent a little message to Mouko ( Yay! ) asking if I could write this. Before you read my story, you HAVE to read hers titled "Who's Zim is it, Anyway?". I'd like you to, when you review, tell me at least one thing that happens, or give me an overview of her story, OR tell me what you think, UNLESS you've reviewed hers. If you have, review it again. It's good. She wants to know what people think. If you haven't, do it anyway. It's the only way I'm keeping this one posted. Otherwise, I have to take it down, 'cause I can't leave something up that is taking away from those more deserving.
Now yer prolly wondering what this is about, huh? It's got the same BASIC idea as "Who's Zim is it, Anyway?", but with a different character. That's right, Tak. Notice how everyone obeyed her 'cause of the mind-eye thing? So, what if it worked a little TOO much, eh? Heheh, yeah. This is meant to be humorous. It's not half as good as Mouko's, so don't expect it to be. I'm just really cheap and must steal ideas. This is NOT the same story. It's NOT scene for scene. It is the overall concept that I liked and wanted to recycle. Not that it's trash, but that it's useful. Get it?
DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU DIDN'T READ THE ABOVE!
Okay?
Okay.
~
--Chapter One - Greasy Veggie Burgers and Pig-Riding Mooses--
It was a hot August morning. Not to say that every morning in August wasn't hot, but this particular morning was very disturbingly hot. The sun rose at an ungodly hour, waking those sensitive to it's rays of blinding light, and the morning glory bush in the park had given up all hope of ever resting. The sunflower was not as bothered, though; because of the sun's long working hours in the summer, it didn't have to move nearly as much as it did in the spring.
Stupid sunflower, thought the willow. He doesn't know he'll die come fall. And fall was near. That meant Skool.
However, it was not quite fall yet, and the children were still enjoying their little time off. The city pool was so packed that not even Lady Cunningham's newborn could move about. As for those less willing to show off their bodies and waste their time with such, well...
A rather expensively designed home sat on the western side of the economic wasteland. Probably the most famous man in all of the world at the time made it his home, what time he spent there. As usual, the professor was at work, finding a cure for a new disease that had popped up in South Korea. For what time he spent in the laboratories across town, his children ran the house, keeping things in the greatest of order possible by two teenagers.
And not average teenagers, either.
So far, the two of them had only lost one sock and a puppy. They were thankful for this, because their father had yet to notice either of these, and he may have made them go sit in the park. There, they'd have become another puddle of human flesh on the sidewalk. And melting was most assuredly not fun.
The older of the two, Dib, half-jogged down the stairs, pre-victorious grin on his face. He was and always had been a thin child, with spiked hair the color of a crow against such pale skin, yet not as disgusting as one. He had warm, chestnut brown eyes, that were always hidden behind the glare of his glasses, hit by whatever light was nearby. He was sort of a geeky looking boy, but got by wearing a trench coat and boots, naturally arising suspicions that he was a devil worshipper, a warlock. He never seemed to mind those accusations, just the ones that he wasn't sane, and that his head was not of a normal size.
He looked to his sibling, who was on the couch, raspberry purple hair covering her eyes warningly as she played a game. She, too, dressed in dark attire, not as much black as Dib, but certainly more threatening design. She took note mentally that her brother was about to begin predicting a perfect future, and paused the game. Her fingers still slid over the keys so that he wouldn't know, in an order she had memorized from playing so many years.
"Today's the day, Gaz. I can taste it."
"In which case you stop eating shit," she commented, never looking up.
Dib clacked his tongue, running it over the rough flesh on the roof of his mouth, and almost giggling at the tickling sensation it caused him. "You still have no respect for paranormal investigation; that's why I'm going to pull through today. You'll see why paranormal studies are a lot more complicated than... BILL." He almost spat at the nasty taste that the thought of the crazy investigator gave him.
"You're going to TRY to do something. You're always so optimistic, but you always get your ass kicked. That's why," her voice was dull, annoyed.
"Okay, sure, some things tend to go wrong most of the time," he rose a brow to show his intelligence, or at least attempted to, "but pessimists never get anywhere."
Gaz shook her head and when back to watching the screen saver on her portable gaming system. It wasn't that she hated her brother, it was that she didn't like him. Sometimes he could be kinda sweet...
Aw, who'm I kiddin'? Gaz loathed her sibling. And 'cause he wouldn't go away, she wanted to gnaw on his intestines! And we'd all watch and be like, "Ooo," 'cause that's what Jhonen fans do. Back to the mature, relaxed writing...
He began to talk again. It was like this every day. Some days he'd come down dressed entirely in black, talking about his wonderful spying capabilities; other times he'd brag about how he protected the Earth from certain harm. "...Actually, I was thinking of something along the lines of fusing the little robot with onions, then blowing him up..." Lastly, he would talk about things that made absolutely no sense, yet the boy never seemed to understand why no one could appreciate him, and understand his true worth. "...And that's why I settled with cheesy tacos."
"Are you done?"
Dib placed a finger to his chin, trying his very hardest to think of more to say. Finding that he had just told the remains of his life story she didn't know about, he shrugged indifferently, "Guess so."
"Good. Now go eat your greasy veggie burger or whatever."
"Right." Dib sulked out the door, grabbing one last glance to her.
Because it was so hot outside, he instantly stopped to roll up the sleeves of his black coat. Despite the fact that it would just be easier to walk and take it off, he left it alone otherwise, and began to run down the street, occasionally pausing to glance about, searching for anyone who might follow. It was a habit of his, even though no one really ever dared to follow. They valued their sanity so much.
After a good run, the boy was out of breath, and crouched behind a section of the fencing that surrounded Zim's strange little home. It was a freakishly deformed little foundation, shaped more so like the Tower of Terror than anything else. The building itself was a seasick green color, complete with a purple door and deep violet trim. The front of the door had a blue sign that read "Men," in all reality announcing how odd the residents must be if not entirely alien. Pink puffer fish and sickly- grinning lawn gnomes decorated the yard along with a banner stating that the owners loved Earth. Atop the navy purple roof was a very large satellite. All in all, it was a disturbingly stupid disguise for a disturbingly stupid alien even though the disturbingly stupid people of Earth never noticed.
Yet, without this fact, Dib wouldn't be needed. He had to prove to them, neigh! WAS going to prove to them alien existence, starting with Zim, then going to that amazingly attractive Tak.
Dib's eyes widened. Where had THAT come from? Sure, he'd liked her before, been madly insane for her, but then she turned out to be an Irken.
A well disguised and good looking Irken with such beautiful eyes...
"STOP THAT!" He cursed himself, not quite realizing the volume to his voice. The boy was too busy trying to free his mind of the images. //Of course you're going to see pictures of her,// he reassured himself, //you study them both; how else are you going to--//
Dib's thoughts were immediately cut off by a shadowed figure blanketing the sun. "Dib!"
He instinctively glared, responding with, "Zim..."
"So, what did you think you were going to get away with, huh?"
Dib tried not to, but it was just so tempting. Besides, he had to see Zim's response. He grinned innocently, "Eat greasy veggie burgers?"
"You disgust me."
"The feeling is mutual, I assure you." He upright himself, dusting at some absent dirt. "Anyway, you're not supposed to know yet. Shouldn't you be, oh, running around in your labs? Why don't we start over?" The grin was ever present.
Zim's eye twitched. Visibly. Very visibly. He gave Dib a moment, then began his raising of the underworld. "Foolish human! Do you REALLY think that I am so STUPID as to do so?! You have YET do see the true power of the mighty ZIM! And because of your... PIGGINESS I am going to SHOW you... TOMORROW, HYUMAN!!" The sky darkened for an instant, to dramatize the importance of the date of doom, then returned to their usual tint. Upon finding a neighbor staring endlessly at the two, he stuck his chin into the air and announced, "I am normal."
"Normal like a moose riding a piggy."
"That's not..." Zim raised a brow, questioningly.
Dib smirked. "Point made." He let out a chuckle, stating, "Nope, not normal at all..." then pounced at his enemy.
Zim easily jumped above this and landed with one foot on the human's shoulder, pushing off in order to gain good ground before the boy had a chance to get up. Dib grunted, then stumbled to his feet, taking chase. Zim cocked his head back to see, and allowed his tongue to poke out in a mocking manner, letting out a, "Nyeeh!" then smacked into the door.
A small, green, dog-like creature promptly opened it, looking to the fallen Zim before noticing Dib. It waved and squeaked as the green "kid" crawled inside defeatedly. He rolled over and kicked the door shut. The dog, which had been standing on two feet, soon found himself on the sidewalk outside. Dib ignored it and beat on the door madly.
"You can't hide from me forever, Zim!"
The dog glanced to the window, where a floating brown creature peered out that looked similar to a moose. Both looked at Dib, and the puppy spoke, "Are we gonna visit Master an' Mini Moose, now?"
He twisted the knob, finding that it was not locked at all. Feeling stupid, but not entirely, he glanced to GIR. "Now we are."
"Yaaaay!"
When he pulled it open and peered inside, his target was nowhere to be found. He crept in, looking about cautiously, trying to look calm and serious despite how ridiculous he actually appeared. Every three steps he took, his head jerked to look in the opposing direction. He paused to turn up the collar of his coat and roll down the sleeves, believing it would help camouflage him into the room, despite the purple and green wall print, then continued to sneak about.
"HI THERE!"
His eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he jumped into the air at least three feet, flailing madly in shock of the noise. Once landed, the boy turned to face the source and glared. GIR was sitting there, innocently nodding and waving to him. He continued to glare, not at all paying mind to the other figure in the room.
"Hello, DIB." Dib froze in place. "Follow me into my base, will you? Well, let's just SEE how well you do against my evil minions... GIR! Defensive mode!"
"..."
"..."
"..."
"GIR!"
"...What?"
Hi there. Whee. o.o I got bored, so I sent a little message to Mouko ( Yay! ) asking if I could write this. Before you read my story, you HAVE to read hers titled "Who's Zim is it, Anyway?". I'd like you to, when you review, tell me at least one thing that happens, or give me an overview of her story, OR tell me what you think, UNLESS you've reviewed hers. If you have, review it again. It's good. She wants to know what people think. If you haven't, do it anyway. It's the only way I'm keeping this one posted. Otherwise, I have to take it down, 'cause I can't leave something up that is taking away from those more deserving.
Now yer prolly wondering what this is about, huh? It's got the same BASIC idea as "Who's Zim is it, Anyway?", but with a different character. That's right, Tak. Notice how everyone obeyed her 'cause of the mind-eye thing? So, what if it worked a little TOO much, eh? Heheh, yeah. This is meant to be humorous. It's not half as good as Mouko's, so don't expect it to be. I'm just really cheap and must steal ideas. This is NOT the same story. It's NOT scene for scene. It is the overall concept that I liked and wanted to recycle. Not that it's trash, but that it's useful. Get it?
DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU DIDN'T READ THE ABOVE!
Okay?
Okay.
~
--Chapter One - Greasy Veggie Burgers and Pig-Riding Mooses--
It was a hot August morning. Not to say that every morning in August wasn't hot, but this particular morning was very disturbingly hot. The sun rose at an ungodly hour, waking those sensitive to it's rays of blinding light, and the morning glory bush in the park had given up all hope of ever resting. The sunflower was not as bothered, though; because of the sun's long working hours in the summer, it didn't have to move nearly as much as it did in the spring.
Stupid sunflower, thought the willow. He doesn't know he'll die come fall. And fall was near. That meant Skool.
However, it was not quite fall yet, and the children were still enjoying their little time off. The city pool was so packed that not even Lady Cunningham's newborn could move about. As for those less willing to show off their bodies and waste their time with such, well...
A rather expensively designed home sat on the western side of the economic wasteland. Probably the most famous man in all of the world at the time made it his home, what time he spent there. As usual, the professor was at work, finding a cure for a new disease that had popped up in South Korea. For what time he spent in the laboratories across town, his children ran the house, keeping things in the greatest of order possible by two teenagers.
And not average teenagers, either.
So far, the two of them had only lost one sock and a puppy. They were thankful for this, because their father had yet to notice either of these, and he may have made them go sit in the park. There, they'd have become another puddle of human flesh on the sidewalk. And melting was most assuredly not fun.
The older of the two, Dib, half-jogged down the stairs, pre-victorious grin on his face. He was and always had been a thin child, with spiked hair the color of a crow against such pale skin, yet not as disgusting as one. He had warm, chestnut brown eyes, that were always hidden behind the glare of his glasses, hit by whatever light was nearby. He was sort of a geeky looking boy, but got by wearing a trench coat and boots, naturally arising suspicions that he was a devil worshipper, a warlock. He never seemed to mind those accusations, just the ones that he wasn't sane, and that his head was not of a normal size.
He looked to his sibling, who was on the couch, raspberry purple hair covering her eyes warningly as she played a game. She, too, dressed in dark attire, not as much black as Dib, but certainly more threatening design. She took note mentally that her brother was about to begin predicting a perfect future, and paused the game. Her fingers still slid over the keys so that he wouldn't know, in an order she had memorized from playing so many years.
"Today's the day, Gaz. I can taste it."
"In which case you stop eating shit," she commented, never looking up.
Dib clacked his tongue, running it over the rough flesh on the roof of his mouth, and almost giggling at the tickling sensation it caused him. "You still have no respect for paranormal investigation; that's why I'm going to pull through today. You'll see why paranormal studies are a lot more complicated than... BILL." He almost spat at the nasty taste that the thought of the crazy investigator gave him.
"You're going to TRY to do something. You're always so optimistic, but you always get your ass kicked. That's why," her voice was dull, annoyed.
"Okay, sure, some things tend to go wrong most of the time," he rose a brow to show his intelligence, or at least attempted to, "but pessimists never get anywhere."
Gaz shook her head and when back to watching the screen saver on her portable gaming system. It wasn't that she hated her brother, it was that she didn't like him. Sometimes he could be kinda sweet...
Aw, who'm I kiddin'? Gaz loathed her sibling. And 'cause he wouldn't go away, she wanted to gnaw on his intestines! And we'd all watch and be like, "Ooo," 'cause that's what Jhonen fans do. Back to the mature, relaxed writing...
He began to talk again. It was like this every day. Some days he'd come down dressed entirely in black, talking about his wonderful spying capabilities; other times he'd brag about how he protected the Earth from certain harm. "...Actually, I was thinking of something along the lines of fusing the little robot with onions, then blowing him up..." Lastly, he would talk about things that made absolutely no sense, yet the boy never seemed to understand why no one could appreciate him, and understand his true worth. "...And that's why I settled with cheesy tacos."
"Are you done?"
Dib placed a finger to his chin, trying his very hardest to think of more to say. Finding that he had just told the remains of his life story she didn't know about, he shrugged indifferently, "Guess so."
"Good. Now go eat your greasy veggie burger or whatever."
"Right." Dib sulked out the door, grabbing one last glance to her.
Because it was so hot outside, he instantly stopped to roll up the sleeves of his black coat. Despite the fact that it would just be easier to walk and take it off, he left it alone otherwise, and began to run down the street, occasionally pausing to glance about, searching for anyone who might follow. It was a habit of his, even though no one really ever dared to follow. They valued their sanity so much.
After a good run, the boy was out of breath, and crouched behind a section of the fencing that surrounded Zim's strange little home. It was a freakishly deformed little foundation, shaped more so like the Tower of Terror than anything else. The building itself was a seasick green color, complete with a purple door and deep violet trim. The front of the door had a blue sign that read "Men," in all reality announcing how odd the residents must be if not entirely alien. Pink puffer fish and sickly- grinning lawn gnomes decorated the yard along with a banner stating that the owners loved Earth. Atop the navy purple roof was a very large satellite. All in all, it was a disturbingly stupid disguise for a disturbingly stupid alien even though the disturbingly stupid people of Earth never noticed.
Yet, without this fact, Dib wouldn't be needed. He had to prove to them, neigh! WAS going to prove to them alien existence, starting with Zim, then going to that amazingly attractive Tak.
Dib's eyes widened. Where had THAT come from? Sure, he'd liked her before, been madly insane for her, but then she turned out to be an Irken.
A well disguised and good looking Irken with such beautiful eyes...
"STOP THAT!" He cursed himself, not quite realizing the volume to his voice. The boy was too busy trying to free his mind of the images. //Of course you're going to see pictures of her,// he reassured himself, //you study them both; how else are you going to--//
Dib's thoughts were immediately cut off by a shadowed figure blanketing the sun. "Dib!"
He instinctively glared, responding with, "Zim..."
"So, what did you think you were going to get away with, huh?"
Dib tried not to, but it was just so tempting. Besides, he had to see Zim's response. He grinned innocently, "Eat greasy veggie burgers?"
"You disgust me."
"The feeling is mutual, I assure you." He upright himself, dusting at some absent dirt. "Anyway, you're not supposed to know yet. Shouldn't you be, oh, running around in your labs? Why don't we start over?" The grin was ever present.
Zim's eye twitched. Visibly. Very visibly. He gave Dib a moment, then began his raising of the underworld. "Foolish human! Do you REALLY think that I am so STUPID as to do so?! You have YET do see the true power of the mighty ZIM! And because of your... PIGGINESS I am going to SHOW you... TOMORROW, HYUMAN!!" The sky darkened for an instant, to dramatize the importance of the date of doom, then returned to their usual tint. Upon finding a neighbor staring endlessly at the two, he stuck his chin into the air and announced, "I am normal."
"Normal like a moose riding a piggy."
"That's not..." Zim raised a brow, questioningly.
Dib smirked. "Point made." He let out a chuckle, stating, "Nope, not normal at all..." then pounced at his enemy.
Zim easily jumped above this and landed with one foot on the human's shoulder, pushing off in order to gain good ground before the boy had a chance to get up. Dib grunted, then stumbled to his feet, taking chase. Zim cocked his head back to see, and allowed his tongue to poke out in a mocking manner, letting out a, "Nyeeh!" then smacked into the door.
A small, green, dog-like creature promptly opened it, looking to the fallen Zim before noticing Dib. It waved and squeaked as the green "kid" crawled inside defeatedly. He rolled over and kicked the door shut. The dog, which had been standing on two feet, soon found himself on the sidewalk outside. Dib ignored it and beat on the door madly.
"You can't hide from me forever, Zim!"
The dog glanced to the window, where a floating brown creature peered out that looked similar to a moose. Both looked at Dib, and the puppy spoke, "Are we gonna visit Master an' Mini Moose, now?"
He twisted the knob, finding that it was not locked at all. Feeling stupid, but not entirely, he glanced to GIR. "Now we are."
"Yaaaay!"
When he pulled it open and peered inside, his target was nowhere to be found. He crept in, looking about cautiously, trying to look calm and serious despite how ridiculous he actually appeared. Every three steps he took, his head jerked to look in the opposing direction. He paused to turn up the collar of his coat and roll down the sleeves, believing it would help camouflage him into the room, despite the purple and green wall print, then continued to sneak about.
"HI THERE!"
His eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he jumped into the air at least three feet, flailing madly in shock of the noise. Once landed, the boy turned to face the source and glared. GIR was sitting there, innocently nodding and waving to him. He continued to glare, not at all paying mind to the other figure in the room.
"Hello, DIB." Dib froze in place. "Follow me into my base, will you? Well, let's just SEE how well you do against my evil minions... GIR! Defensive mode!"
"..."
"..."
"..."
"GIR!"
"...What?"