Invasion of the Hormones
Epic Four
Written by Cartman's Girl and Invader Poe

Note: Wow, first note! Well this takes place when Zib and Enid are now in high school. Yay.

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Chapter One

Zib was waiting by a wall on the playground for Enid to get out of class, when a few random thugs spotted him and were drawn to him like vultures to a kill. Zib didn't notice, just whistling to himself, hand stuffed in his pockets, when he noticed the shadows of the bullies blocking his light.

"Hey --"

"Waiting for your Girlfriend, freak boy?" Zib glared up at them,

"She is not my Girlfriend, human stink!" Well, with that comment, Zib found himself eye-to-eye with the bully, hefted up at least a foot off the ground and pressed against the wall by a beefy hand around his neck.

"I'd watch who you call human stink around here, freak." growled the bully, whom we shall call Bully. Ironic, yes? Anyway, he raises his fist and is about to possibly break Zib's glasses along with his face when a sharp coughing is heard. The 'gang' glance at the doorway where Enid's now stood.

"What do you want?" Bully sneered, yes he did know of Enid's defence against Zib, but when do guys ever learn?

"Oh I don't know, maybe you to let him go?"

"So what, so you can climb trees and have your smooching sessions again?" She rolled her eyes in responce,

"Really it seems that's the only thing you guys think about."

"It's probably all their primative minds are capable of processing!" Zib snapped, his Zim-like tendancies not heeding the fist hovering over his face, and for that, he got a punch to the gut by one of the other bullies. His eyes buldged before he grimaced, wheezing as the air was knocked out of his scrawny torso, his glasses threatening to fall off.

"You guys take care of the geek, I'll handle this tom-boy freak," Bully instructed, throwing Zib off to his lackeys and facing Enid, cracking his fist.

"Now really, name calling is so immature." Enid said, stepping out of the door way and onto the gravel ground. "Plus, isn't it rude to hit a Girl?"

"It isn't rude if she's a sharp tongued rat like yourself." Bully sneered in responce, an with that he threw a 'right hook' at her, which she easily leaned away from and gave him a sharp kick to the last place a boy wants to be kicked. Bully groaned and fell to the floor, more wind knocked out of him then Zib had. As he was down, Enid gave him a kick to the head, talking calmly as she did.

"You know if only there was a way that these things could be settled without throwing punches." as she said specific words she'd kick him and such, finally knocking him out with another kick to the head. "But I guess that day will have to wait." she said. Zib wasn't faring nearly so well, basically being held up by his hair scythes, which even the bullies had no idea how painful that was, and being used as a punching bag. One of the bullies stopped mid-punch when they noticed the state of their leader, looking at Enid fearfully, releasing Zib and backing away, before breaking out into a run.

"Yesh, pitiful humansh, run from Shib.." Zib said, almost drunkenly as he swayed back and forth, one of his lenses cracked, spitting out a tooth before falling into a crumpled heap. Enid sighed and walked over to Zib. This wasn't new to her at all, seemed it happened every day of their Skool lives since Cten, Dib and Zim had went on to Hi Skool. She picked him up by scooping her hand under his legs and around his back, hefted him into her arms and started carrying him off.

"You know Zib we really need to work on your self defences." she said to the unconcious Zib. "Any more of this and you'll be in more pain then now."

"Mgi defenshesh are fine," he slurred, apparently faintly conscious afterall, but totally out of it, arms dangling limpy as he was carried off, "Shides, I got you, don't I?" he looked up at her blearily, barely able to see her due to the state of his glasses.

"I know you got me Zib." she grinned as she left the Skool grounds, since it was the end of the Skool Day. "But what if I'm not here one day, eh? Ever think about that? You'd be a heap of broken bones 'n stuff!" she didn't seem to care about the odd looks the two were getting as she made her way down the street.

"Oh.. well.. I'm shure I'd think of shomething," he waved his hand limply as though to dismiss the thought, "I alwaysh got my pod if it getsh really bad.." Zib didn't really seem to mind being carted off either, heck, maybe that was the reason he allowed himself to be pulvarized.

"True, but you're not supposed to get any attention because of it, remember?" she said, not sure if the clobbers to the gut and head were the reasons he was saying this, or he was just kidding.

"Maybe I juss won't go if you're not, s'not like Mom can make me anymore, shince he goesh to a different shkool," He grinned up at her drunkenly, showing a bloody gape where one of his zipper teeth once was, "You're the besht part of shkool anyway," he said, proving he really was out of it if he was being.. well, gushy.

"Aw you flatterer." Enid grinned, then coming to a stop outside Zib's house. "So you wanna hide out at my place till your injuries aren't visible anymore, or let your Mom see em and have him go ballistic?" Zib sighed slightly,

"I guesh I need to get some new glashes from him.." He wasn't really looking forward to Zim's ranting.

"All right." she set him down on the ground, but held onto him not wanting him to fall over and hit his head somewhere again. Zib leaned against her, stumbling slightly. Zim's gnomes alerted him to a presence outside his door, and he put on his disguise, walking over and opening it, first seeing Enid and glaring slightly, and then noticing Zib's condition,

"What are you-- ZIB!! What happened?!"

"Hi Mom," Zib waved weakly with his free hand, before Zim yanked them all inside.

"Yah!" Enid yelped as Zib and her were yanked inside, her wig becoming lop-sided more so then it had been. "I can explain it, Mr. Zim," Enid put her hands up, as if to shield herself from any kind of anger ranting Zim might leap into given half the chance. Zim just glared at her, before folding his arms.

"All right, you explain it to me."

"You see, well Zib gets... picked on a lot. A lot. And well, I kinda have to defend him from Bully and his mates 'n stuff." she explained, not sure how Zim would react to the fact his 'son' is being beaten up, or that he's being defended by a Girl of all things. Zim narrowed his eyes; a Girl who was mostly a Reject, in his eyes, to boot.

"And why are you so certain Zib cannot fend for himself?" He asked, "He has the blood of an Invader, afterall!" Poor Zim, still in denial.

"Mom, they're free timesh my shize," Zib rubbed his head, slumping slightly, "I don't even know how to fight, much lesh where Enid learned how."

"Mr. Zim, that's what happened to him." she pointed to Zib, "When I didn't get at the two other guys before they beat him up. Imagine if he was alone. I'm not insulting Invaders, no no.. he just wasn't reared the same way you were. I guess." Enid shugged slightly. Actually, her Dad had been able to teach her what he learned while living on the streets of Irk, which hadn't been the 'cleanest' form of fighting, but it got the job done.

"And are you suggesting there's something wrong with the way Zib was reared?!" Zim snapped.. there just wasn't any pleasing him. He yanked Zib away from Enid, causing him to yelp, and nearly threw him down on the couch, "Stay here, Zib, I'll get the healing.. box.. thingee." He waved his hand and disappeared downstairs, while Zib groaned and flopped over the arm of the couch.

"Well, I better go Zib. See you.. uh, Monday I guess, since I don't think your Mom'll want you around with me on the weekend." Enid scratched the back of her neck, "So yeah, bye." Zib looked up at her and frowned, then shook his head,

"Bah, I'll sneak out anyway!"

"Your funeral." she smirked before turning and heading to the door.

"But.. aw, okay." He looked down at the floor, which was currently just a fuzzy purple mass. Enid might notice that he had been acting a bit.. well, odd around her lately. Meanwhile, the sounds of Zim clambering back up the stairs could be heard.

"Bye Zib." she opened the door and headed out, just as she did GIR returned from being outside.

"HibyeEnid!" he declared as he went past her. Zib waved at her back, and Zim glared at the door as it shut, taking out various medical impliments. Zib winced, the machine thingees replacing his tooth, putting an ice pack to his head, and sticking bandaids on his bruises - man, Irken technology sure was advanced. GIR watched closely as all of it was going on, and he stuck a baidaid to his head and laughed. Meanwhile, Enid was making her way home. Probably wondering why Zib was being all weird around her lately, gushing about her being his best friend most of the time and such.

"Phase probably." she muttered to herself as she arrived home, and pushed the front door open. Poe was sitting on the couch, looking bored as he did, you guessed it, watch TV. The poor guy needs a life. His antennae perked when he heard the door open, and he grinned,

"Hey, En, how was skool?"

"Oh the usual slanting system working it's way into my brain..." she groaned, then pulled her wig off as she shut the door. "Plus Zib got beaten up again by Bully 'n the gang and I had to save him again." Poe raised his eyelid,

"Maybe I should offer to teach him self-defense, though I'm sure that'd make Zim real happy. So is he still in one piece?"

"Thankfully." she sat down besides her Father, then folded her arms. "Though when Mr. Zim found out I've been defending Zib, let's say he wasn't the happiest alien in the universe."

"No, I'm sure he wouldn't be.. I'm not sure why Zib doesn't just accept those offers to skip ahead a few grades into hiskool, then, at least, he'd have his parents around." Zib had proven himself to excel at schoolwork, and the administration kept wanting to shove him ahead.

"I think he doesn't want to do that, cause then he wouldn't have me around." Enid sighed, scratching her long antennae which now downed similar looking rings like Poe's. Poe raised his eyebrow further,

"He seems to be getting pretty attached to you.."

"Yup." she stretched her arms out, "Keeps telling me how glad I'm his best friend 'n stuff... he gets all gushy."

"Oh really?" Poe arched both eyelids at this, and started chuckling. Of course, crushes were cute when they were this age - he might think differently in a few years.

"Why the laugh?" she eyed her Father closely, one antennae raising up.

"I think Zib's at the age when his opinion of Girls might be.. changing."

"Huh?" Enid, unlike her Father didn't watch TV so much so she hadn't seen sitcoms or comedies about this sort of thing. Poe looked upward, to the ceiling, for a way to explain this,

"Well, En, you know how boys are when they're smaller - they think Girls have cooties and all - but as they get older they start to, uh, appreciate females more." He shook his head, getting to the point and using middle-school terminology, "I think he might like like you."

"Like like? What do-" she trailed off, then reared back in disgust. "Euuww! No way!" Poe shrugged,

"Like I said, he's at that age.. You have to remember that he is at least a year older than you, even if he's a few inches shorter."

"But... he's my best friend Daddy I don't... think of him like that..." well, not yet anyway.

"I know, I know. Just consider it an.. uh, warning. Maybe it'll pass and he'll find some other Girl to make eyes at."

"Yeech, I hope so... I don't wanna get meat for Valentines day from him." she had to worry about the impending doom of Christmas, what with that mistletoe stuff that seems to sprout everywhere. Yup, Skool year coming to the Christmas holidays and now knowing Zib might like like her, mistletoe is now considered very dangerous.

"Well, if he does give you any, I'll be happy to take it off your hands," He grinned slightly with his pointy fangs - well, maybe his carnivorous habits were something she actually didn't inherit from him. "I wouldn't worry too much about it, he might not even know he likes you if he even does."

"Hope you're right." she muttered, folding her arms and leaning against him. "...where's Mom?"

"I'm not sure if she's home from skool yet. She's still taking extra classes.." Poe shook his head slightly, "She should be home soon, though."

"Why does she take extra classes anyway? Isn't she already swamped with homework?" one thing Enid never understood was her Mom's keeness to do so many classes in so little time.

"I don't know, maybe she likes to keep busy." Certainly wasn't a problem he had, the lazy bum, "I feel bad, staying at home while she goes off to school, but the more green kids there are, the more suspicious people will be."

"U-huh." Enid smirked, then the door opened and Cten entered, dragging a rather.. big bag. Hi Skool bag too. She closed the door after her, pulling her wig off.

"Man, these books get heavier every day..." she muttered.

"Do you really have to have that many books?" Poe teased her, getting up and taking Cten's bag for her, wincing at the weight.

"Yup, English, Social Studies, Human Interests, Science, Drama..." Cten counted off on her fingers, then smirking at him, then looked to Enid. "Hi sweetie, how was your day?"

"Oh usual.. Zib gets beaten up, I take him home, I find out he might like like me." Enid shrugged and slumped against the sofa. Cten raised an eyelid, but shook her head.

"You have homework, don't you?"

"...yes."

"Go on then." Cten thumped at the stairs.

"Aw Mom!" Poe snickered quietly,

"Listen to your Mother, En. You can worry about Zib later."

"Oh fine..." Enid groaned and left the room.

So time for a time warp! Time passes, the Skool closes for the week because of Christmas! YAYYY!!! Hasn't snowed yet though, luckily enough for our favourite Irken group of green skinned folks. We open this time, on Dib's house! Wow, thought he was dead, didn't ya? Well, he's seen outside sat on the sidewalk looking through his nearly empty wallet.

"I don't beleive this, not even a five!" he said to himself. Zib, concidentally, was wandering down the street, looking lost in thought, staring at the ground, hands in his pockets, the whole deal.

"Oh, hey, Dad..." he said absently, causing one to wonder just what had him so distracted. Dib glanced up at Zib, stuffing his wallet back into his pocket.

"Hey Zib, what's up?" he asked, noting the look on his face.

"Oh, nothing much, just thinking about Eni- er, I mean, stuff." He coughed, correcting himself ambigiously.

"Eni?" Dib narrowed an eye, then blinking as he realised what Zib was talking about. "Gee, Dad wasn't kidding when he said they grow up fast." he muttered more to himself, putting his feet together. Zib looked around, trying to appear innocent, swaying back and forth on his heels,

"So.. know what's with all the mistletoe the humans are hanging?"

"Mistletoe?" Dib echoed, before standing up. "Mistletoe, well... it's what people hang up at Christmas time, and if there's someone under the mistletoe - more approprietely the opposite sex - you kiss em."

"I see.." Zib narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, holding his chin in one of Zim's schemeful expressions. "And where could one get some of this.. mistletoe?"

"Any store in town by now... wait, why?" Dib raised an eyebrow at his 'son'.

"So I could test out a theo- er, no reason at all!" He coughed and waved his hand dismissively.

"Zib..." Dib narrowed an eye at him, already knowing he's up to something.

"Um.." He looked down at the ground, scratching at the sidewalk with his heel in circular motions, "Well.. I've been having these weird.. feelings lately.."

"What kind of feelings?" Dib leaned in, maybe Zib was going through some bizzare alien-like cocooning thing, and he couldn't afford to miss out on this.

"..toward Enid.." he muttered almost inaudiably, fighting the blush that was threatening to creep up his face and probably disappointing Dib. You could almost see the dissapointment already on Dib's face, and he stood back.

"Oh, that stuff." Yes, Zib was going through puberty, far less interesting, but far scarier than cocooning.

"And.. Um.. I thought if I got her to.. you know.." He made kissy motions with his fingers somehow, "I could see if it was just a horrible phase thingee, or not."

"Ah, the affects of puberty is starting to show..." Dib muttered to himself as he examined Zib with his eyes, trying to at least spot a little bit of change besides his height increase. It wasn't much, Zib not having any body hair-growths or anything, though his voice was a bit deeper, his hair-scythes starting to kink into zig-zags like his Dad's. He blinked up at Dib,

"Puberty?"

"Yeah, it's something all human teenagers go through." Dib replied casually, "Sometimes it's kinda messy."

"Messy?" Zib looked somewhat frightened now, his Mom having eventually pounded a fear of messy, germy things into his head, "We haven't covered that in Biology class yet.."

"Oh you don't cover it in Biology, you tackle that in Health." he said simply, "Not a pretty thing, let me tell you that. Hair, voice changes and.. other stuff."

"Eiigh.. I don't want to get all hairy though!" He clutched his natural hair, lest it threaten to spread out and cover his entire body, "What sort of other stuff?" He asked, even though he wasn't old enough to know some of the.. other stuff.

"...ask your teacher next time you see him, or her. Or better yet, look it up in a book. Yeah." Dib didn't particularly like the idea of explaining... that to his son. Even he didn't like hearing it.

"What about Mom? He's male too, or do Irkens not have puberty?"

"I don't think so, I'd like to know if you did!"

"Hey, I'm not an Irken!" He scowled at Dib, then wondered, "Maybe I'll ask him when I get home.."

"Yeah, you do that." Dib nodded, then grinned. "And tell me all about it."

"Alright, Dad, I will," He grinned slightly, always eager to try and impress his Dad, not yet knowing he was just being used as a proxy to gather info on Zim.

"Great then!" Dib rubbed his hands together eagerly, "This'll be great!"

"I'm off to get some mistletoe then, for my, uh.. theory! Yes!" Zib waved at his dad, continuing down the sidewalk.

"Bye Zib." Dib gave a short wave, then ran back into his house to.. prepare, yeah.

Zib was currently trying to carry out his nefarious little scheme while Zim was kept occupied in his lab by who knows what, standing up on a ladder and tying some mistletoe to the entrance into the kitchen. He'd called Enid earlier, and she could be there any minute - he was needless to say, quite nervous. Meanwhile outside, Enid had stopped at the front door. She bit her lower lip, thinking over the whole 'like like' thing Zib might have going on. Though she takes a deep breath and opens the door, looking in and seeing Zib just now putting the ladder away.

"...Zib?" Zib quickly stuffed the ladder into a corner and whirled around to face Enid, grinning nervously and practically sweating bullets.

"Oh, um, hey, Enid.. how.. uh.. are you?" 

"Um, fine... you?" she shut the door behind her, though something told her she'd have to bolt out of there soon.

"Oh, I'm just.. peachy!" He laughed nervously, folding his arms behind his back and worrying at his gloves, standing in the doorway and waiting impatiently for her to approach.

"That's.. peachy." Enid replied, realising he's not going to approach her, she'd pretty much do it. She started towards him, trying to grasp a topic of conversation. "So.. Christmas is soon, your family celebrate or..?" she gave a small shrug.

"Oh, not really, except Gir.. He's started decorating the house and everything," Zib got an idea, glancing upwards at the mistletoe as she approached, "In fact, he.. yes, he hung that earlier! I was just putting away the ladder he'd left out!" She glanced up at it, blinking a few times.

"What the heck is that?"

"It's mistletoe," he pointed upwards, "a poisonous berry-bearing plant that humans decorate archways and thresholds with at Christmas time." He adjusted his glasses with his pointed finger, "And for some reason, they have a belief that when two people encounter each under beneath it, they're forced by tradition to kiss. That.. er, that silly robot!" He laughed mechanically, trying hard not to show his nervousness, and only coming off as even more so. Enid raised an eyebrow at the mistletoe then looked somewhat disgusted.

"That little weed makes you have to kiss?" she blinked, looking at Zib. "Man, these humans must have been last in line when the Creators were handing out traditions huh?"

"Yeah.. they've got some pretty.. weird habits," he laughed and coughed, "But nevertheless, this is their society we're living in.." To say the least, Enid stares almost dumbly at him, then up at the mistletoe.

"...so we have to...?"

"I'm afraid so," he said gravely, "Afterall, if we didn't, people might just suspect we're aliens!" His eyes darted around, as if looking for potential witnesses, then looked back at her, peering over the top rim of his glasses and quirking one of his eyebrows.. dare we say.. coyly? He only received a blank stare from Enid, before she gave a sigh.

"Oh.. okay." she said, then before he could really 'ready' himself, she leaned in, grabbed the back of his head and kissed him directly on the lips. Zib blinked in surprise, having not expected her to be nearly so, er, forthcoming, before he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and leaned into it. Not really anything too spicey, they were still just the equivillent 12/13 year olds or so, but Zib was certainly enjoying himself. Course, Enid was just doing this cause Zib had asked her too, plus she didn't want anyone to think she was an alien so she didn't really feel anything as of yet. But gotta admit, she felt startled when he had wrapped his arms around her shoulders. So after a couple seconds she stopped the kiss and stared at him.

"How long are we supposed to do this anyway?" Zib blinked dazily when she pulled away, an utterly stupid, drunken grin on his face, and he opened his mouth to say something, but instead erupted in a fit of insane giggling.

"Um, okay?" she wasn't sure if they were meant to laugh afterwards or not, so she just gave a short chuckle for a while.

"It sure was," he managed, sinking against her, his knees having gone out and whatnot, giggling muffedly into her shoulder. Enid grabbed him around his middle, supporting him now.

"Is this what happens each time you kiss someone under the mistletoe?" she thought to herself, then looked at him with a 'weird' look. "Well uh... thanks Zib, I guess for teaching me what to do when that mistletoe thing is hanging at a door way.."

"Don't worry, it was my pleasure," he still had that goofy grin on his face, a glazed, faraway look in his eyes.

"I'm... glad to hear it." she replied, patting his back and walked/dragged him to the couch and sat him down on it. Zib was dragged easily, being light and pretty much a rag doll right now, his giggles quieting down somewhat. Wouldn't it be odd if Zim were to walk in on them right now? But, who should walk in on them but little GIR! He stands in the door way, tilting his head at how odd his Mini-Master looked right now. Enid had to keep one hand against his shoulder, seemed if she dared let go he'd flop onto his side.

"I didn't know kissing someone would turn them into jelly, GIR." she said to the robot. GIR - if he could blink he would - so he just made his eyecams flash slightly. Zib seemed to find this amusing and his burst of giggles renewed, until he had to lean over, clutching his sides, mumbling to himself almost inaudibly between giggles,

"Okay, so that's not how it was suppose to go, but still.."

"Oh. So that's just you then?" boy, Enid had a lot to learn didn't she? I guess the Irken 'puberty' hadn't begun for her yet or she might have had a similar reaction as Zib had.

"Huh? Oh, yes.." He looked over at her and giggled a few times, before leaning back against the couch and letting out a 'woosh' of air from his lungs, a very content grin plastered onto his face.

"Um, glad you enjoyed it then." she said, now feeling somewhat freaked out at how much Zib reacted to this kiss thing. Maybe her Daddy was right about him like liking her, she coughed and scratched the back of her head. And just at this moment, what pair of black boots should march through the archway of the kitchen but those of the mighty Invader Zim! With him filling them, of course. He eyeed the two hatchlings on the couch, then noticed Zib's state, glaring at Enid,

"What are you doing here?! What happened to him?!" To say the least Enid was almost spooked by Zim's sudden entrance and snapping, she looked up at him.

"Uh, uh... we were just doing what.. what humans do when under.. under that." she pointed to the mistletoe hung above Zim's head. GIR was still stood there too, and looked up at the mistletoe. And yes, he had actually seen what had happened. A broad grin crossed the little robot's face.

"Eh? Who's been hanging weeds on my ceiling?!" He then narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "And just what do humans do when-" he then noticed Gir's expression, "..why are you staring at me like that, Gir?"

"Movie kissies!" the robot leapt up,

"GIR, WHAT ARE YOU - ARGH!" Gir grabbed Zib around the collar and planted a big ole.. um, cold but wet one on Zim's lips, going

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!!" as he did. Zim's arms flailed, stumbling to balance himself, before he tried desperately to pull Gir away from his face, and then GIR released it with a "POP!" then landing on the ground. Zim had a look of mortification on his features when the robot finally dropped down.

"I wuv you Master!" GIR laughed hysterically as he clung to his Master's legs, Zim shook his head,

"That was.. DISGUSTING, Gir!" He rubbed his lips, "..not to mention cold!" Zib paused in his giggles, looking slightly disturbed by what he'd always considered his brother and Mother kissing, but he soon recovered, and found himself staring over at Enid instead, with one of those gushy, longing looks. Enid just stares blankly, then got to her feet quickly before Zim would realise that's what she and Zib had done.

"Well Mr. Zim, nice seeing you and GIR and Zib again I hope you enjoy your week off from Hi Skool as much as I enjoy my time off Skool so... yeah. Later!" she gave a small wave to the three, then rushed from the room knowing all to well the wrath Zim had.

"..aww.." Zib watched the object of his affections run off, and he slumped on the couch. Zim gave him an odd look,

"You've been acting entirely too strange lately, young.. clone.. thingee!"

"OooOOooOOooo!" GIR cooed from his place of still clinging to Zim's leg, then sang/taunted. "Mini-Master luvs Enid! Mini-Master luvs Enid!" then he erupted into his high pitched giggles again, falling onto the ground.

"Wh-wha?!" he seemed snapped out of his trance by Gir's taunting, red suddenly appearing on his cheeks, "Don't.. don't be silly!"

"You didn't do that awful lip-locky thing, did you?!"

"Uh.. No, Mom.. Gir was just.. being odd. Yes, odd!" GIR, now forgetting about this topic started poking at the floor's tiled ground, trying to lift one up and eat it muttering about needing sauce, special Taco sauce but now and again chanting aloud his little sing song again. Zib tried to disappear into the couch, or his trench coat, whichever came first, pulling up the collar to cover his cheeks. Zim raised an eyelid at him, but was satisfied with his explaination,

"Very well, but I don't want to see you doing what Gir did to that Reject-spawney thing, alright?" Zib blinked, then went very out of character and glared at his Mom,

"She's not a Reject!" he said, a bit too quickly. Zim narrowed an eye at Zib, now GIR released from his leg he took a step towards him.

"Are you defending the Reject-spawn Zib?" he said coldly as well as darkly. Behold Zim, master of saying spooky things. Oh boy, Zib now had further reason to try and disappear into the couch,

"..well.. she isn't.." He said in a quieter tone, scrunching up his shoulders, still glaring slightly at Zim from over the top of his glasses.

"Zib, she is the spawn of the Reject. Thus she has inherited his Rejecty-DNA stuffs thus making her a Reject. Bring up the matter again and.. and... I'll make you clean the entire base or something mean." Zim stilld kept his cold and dark voice, even when he stumbled over what to threaten Zib with, see? Master. Zib's eyelid just twitched, and he didn't respond, just glaring cooly up at his Mom, the first hints of teenage defiance cropping up.

Woo.. Zim better enjoy his control over his spawn while it lasts, Zib was already almost as tall as he was. Zim gave a sharp nod and stood up. Not saying anything else to Zib, he turned and walked from the room, his spider legs folding out and he pulled the mistletoe down and left the room, leaving Zib and GIR. Zib muttered under his breath and sat back up, looking down at Gir with the same glare, obviously not in such a good mood anymore.

[To be continued!]