Yoruko: Konnichiwa! Be nice because this is my sister's first attempt at a fanfiction- this is her birthday present to me!
Mar: Yo, this is her sis. I normally hate fanfictions, but this is just for my dear old big sis. Her birthday is coming up soon, so I figured this would be the ultimate present for her.
Kagome: Mou, I like being in the stories… Can't I be in this one?
Mar: NO! I hate crossovers even more than I hate fanfiction itself… (shoves Kagome out)
Yoruko: Hey, that wasn't nice! (eats chocolate bar) Oh, wow! So cute! Gir! Want a chocolate bar?
Gir: I like taquitos… Mar doesn't own anythings nor does Yoru-chan… Except for this and her OCs… WAAH! (sniffles) I loveded you piggy, I loveded you! (on the ground crying about his piggy)
Zim: Gir, why was there bacon in the soap again?
Gir: (grins) I made it myself! (runs around until he falls down)
Tes: Yay! I'm just a random OC of Mar's! I'm important for once! ^.^ (runs around)
Mar: By the way, thank you nee-chan for writing the summary for me! I suck at writing summaries very badly!
Yoruko: No problem, imouto! Anything for my dear imouto! ^.^
SUMMARY: Tes is an odd orphan girl who doesn't fit in or even know what she is. Because of it she and her brother Dax keep moving from foster home to foster home. They've moved yet again. On her way to her new school, she comes across a house that stands out as much as she does. She meets Zim and Gir, and just might have found the key to the mysteries about who and what she is.
Chapter 1
I stared into the clouds outside my window, longing for the truth about my past. There's nothing that can save me from this Hell I live in. I wish… I wish I knew who and what I really am.
Everyone, everywhere gives me lies about my past. I can sense lies, although I'm not too sure how. Maybe it connects to whatever I am, because I can't be human when I'm such a freak, everywhere I go. Now, because of exactly that, I've been kicked out, and I'm dragging my poor brother Dax with me. I wish there was at least a single foster parent who understood why I'm like this.
Dax is the only one who at least tries to understand, but I don't think he gets it. Dax is accepted wherever he goes, but me? I'm never accepted by anyone, and they send me from place to place just because I'm different. If I get lucky, maybe I'll be accepted this time? Probably not, but I can still try.
"Tes," Dax said, trying to keep calm. Then, I think he just blew that out. "TES! Stop your damn daydreaming and get into the real world, will you!"
I sighed, and jumped off the ground. Tes, you're thirteen, I told myself. Stop acting like this. You'll be even more of a freak if you keep on acting like this, you know! I looked at the school uniform that Dax must have laid on my bed in disgust. "What is this, Japan? 'Cause that looks like a Japanese uniform. I'm not wearing that. I'm not a stupid freaking sailor girl."
Dax sighed. "I knew you would act like that. This school district seems to work like a Japanese school district, as odd as that is. But," he said, pausing. "That is partially a good thing because the Japanese tend to have better education systems. Anyways, because I knew you would complain, I made sure we also got a boy's uniform for you because I knew that you would like the boy's uniform better."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I said, squeezing my brother into a hug, which is pretty abnormal for me. "Love you, Daxy! You're the best!"
Dax grinned. "I know I am," he said. "I do try my best!" He tried to pull me into a noogie, but that didn't work out too great because he's quite a bit shorter than me, due to my freakish tallness. I fell to the floor when he tried to do that. With this odd tallness, comes great clumsiness for me.
I am one of the clumsiest people you will ever meet. In fact, one time back in third grade, I tripped and fell, knocking me into the boy's bathroom when a lot of boys were in there. Mind you, when I say a lot, I mean a lot! That's probably the most embarrassing incident I've ever gone through in my entire life, you know.
Teeeeeessssssss, a voice started coming into my head. "NO!" I screamed, getting my brother to look at me oddly, but I just shook my head. He realized it was my split personalities trying to break the surface, but I pushed him away from me when he got close. He waited for me to calm down a little and then he headed towards the door.
Okay, that sounds really odd, but it's true. I guess you could say I'm more than one person, but I try to not let that get out of me. In fact, that's part of the reason I got kicked out of schools sometimes- WAIT! NO! I've told you too much already. "Here, I'll leave the room," Dax said. "So you can get dressed. I'll meet you outside, then."
I nodded as he left the room. I quickly got dressed, then jumped out the window, landing on my two feet. Even though I'm clumsy, I still have good reflexes when I do things on purpose. So, if, for example, what I just did, was on purpose, I probably won't get hurt too bad, if at all. Anyways, I walked up to my brother, with the stuff I need slung around my shoulder in a one strapped backpack, no, not a messenger bag, It's different.
I looked at the IPhone that had been given to me by a boy from one of my previous schools. He was the only one who was nice to me that wasn't my brother. When I got kicked out again, he gave me the IPhone so we could still communicate. But two days later, his house was burned down, with him inside it. No survivors. I haven't really made any friends since, and I haven't been the same since either.
It was still a little early, and we could walk to the school pretty fast, so I decided to scope out the neighborhood for any potential friends or threats. I told Dax what I was going to do, and he let me go. I walked quickly, aching to spread my wings out, but I knew I shouldn't in this place; I should seem as normal as possible for as long as possible.
Yes, I said wings. Get over it. Anyways, as I was walking, I came across a house that stood out like a sore thumb among the other homes. Gnomes, flamingoes, and a door that looked like a men's bathroom door? That's really weird. I slowly walked into the yard, trying to seem like I had friendly intentions, which I kind of do, but still. I knocked on the door, and to my shock, someone almost immediately answered.
I looked down to see a small green dog, and I raised an eyebrow. "Hi pretty girl!" the dog said, and my eye twitched at the "pretty girl" part. I hate being called pretty. It makes me want to puke. But, being as this green dog was incredibly cute, the feeling was immediately washed away. "Are you here to see my master? Wha's your name? Do you like tacos? Do you like piggies? I like piggies!" The dog held up a rubber piggy, and I couldn't help but grin. I normally don't think anything is cute, but this dog just makes my tough exterior and interior melt away.
"Yes, I'm here to see your master." I said. Not a total lie. Then I softened. "Yes, I like tacos and piggies. That is a very nice piggy you have right there." The dog grinned.
"Want a taco?" the green dog asked, seeming to be inviting me in. I smiled and nodded as he ran off into the kitchen. I stepped in the house and observed the odd interior, and the almost freaky picture of a monkey. This place isn't normal, and whether I like it or not, that adorable dog isn't from Earth, that's certain. I mean, you can even see a zipper, and no normal dog is green and can talk.
Suddenly I heard another voice in the kitchen. "Gir, what are you doing?" the voice said, sounding annoyed. I scooted a little closer so I could see what was going on. I saw the dog, which I assume is named Gir, and I caught a glimpse of green skin and an antennae. An alien? I wondered. I quietly crept into the kitchen behind the green skinned person/alien, trying to make sure he didn't hear me.
"Making tacos for pretty girl," Gir said, pointing at me. "She likes tacos!" Gir looked incredibly cute as he tilted his head to point at me. The alien whirled around, staring at me for a few seconds, seeming to be trying to understand what's going on.
After a few minutes, he screamed. "GAAAAAAH!" I couldn't help but laugh as he screamed at me. He turned back to Gir. "Gir, why did you let a human into the base?"
I laughed maniacally. "Does this look human to you, alien?" I said, unfurling my wings. No, no, no! I thought. My other side… It's trying to take over again… I shook my head to get the other side out of me, and it should work for awhile for the meantime. "I'm really sorry about that." I said, scratching my head. "Let's try that again. I'm Tes. Who might you be? What race are you, because you're obviously not human, though I don't care if you are human or if you aren't."
The alien raised a non-existent eyebrow, then cleared his throat. "I AM ZIM! FEAR ME!" Zim said, jumping up onto the table and putting up a fist in the air.
"Ooookay…" I said, backing off a bit. "So tell me about this place, will you? This general neighborhood."
"Zim has not seen you around before. Where do you come from, hu-, well, whatever you are?" Zim said, seeming to be ignoring me, and strangely enough, talking in third person.
"You answer my question, I'll answer yours."
"SILENCE, FILTHY, well, whatever you are. I AM ZIM!"
"Yes, we've made it very clear that you are Zim. One, I'm not filthy, and two, I have no idea what species I am. Now answer the damn question."
"TACOS!" Gir yelled, throwing a taco at me. I quickly caught it, and I started tearing through it, shoving it into my mouth. Zim looked like he was going to hurl.
"You're disgusting!" Zim said, sticking his tongue out in absolute disgust. "How do you eat this, disgusting, human filth? Is it a feature you have, because you do not seem to be human, and no Irken would even consider eating that filth."
I scowled. "I told you, Zim," I said, trying to keep my cool. "I don't know what I am, so quit asking me. Maybe you can call me by my own name? A brilliant idea, don't you think?" I spiked him with my sarcasm, and I crossed my arms over my chest, unsmiling.
"You're very awkward." Zim said, raising an eyebrow at me. "Tex, was it?"
"Oh, and you're not awkward?" I said, keeping my sarcasm cold. "No, my name isn't Tex, it's Tes." I poked his forehead, and he shied away, screeching a little. I thought it was funny, so I kept poking him until he screamed, running off.
Suddenly I heard a noise from outside in the front yard. I hid my wings in my shirt quickly through the cuts I put in it to make sure my wings can get out if needed, though the rips shouldn't be too noticeable. "Zim, I'm assuming you have a disguise, like Gir?" I said, not waiting for a response. "Because there's somebody at the door, and I assume you don't want anyone to see you in your alien form?"
He nodded, and put on his disguise; eye contacts, and wig. "That's it?" I said, raising an eyebrow. "Seriously?"
Zim scowled at me. "Yes, that's it." He said. "I have figured out how to transmit the 'junior high' uniform onto my disguise." He demonstrated to prove it to me, though I just think he's showing off his technology, and I think he said he's Irken, so I guess Irken technology is pretty good. Much more advanced than human technology from what I've seen so far.
"What 'grade' are you in?" I asked. "Which class?" Maybe he's in the same class as me if we're in the same grade? There is a small chance of it.
"They call this 'grade' you speak of 'eighth grade'," Zim said. "If that is what you mean. They call it 'class 2B'."
"Well, we may very well be in the same class," I said, smiling evilly. "But, however, I don't know that yet, so don't get your hopes up. Oh, and don't keep scowling; you don't want your face to stay that way, now do you?"
At that last comment, I went to open the door, remembering someone had been out there. I spotted a boy with scythe like hair, weird Harry Potter-like glasses, and a horribly large head. "Who the heck are you?" I asked. "Did you know that you have a hideously large head?" That head is very large, and it's quiet ugly.
"MY HEAD ISN'T BIG!" the boy yelled. "And I was just about to say the same thing to you. Who are you, and what are you doing at Zim's house? Oh, wait, don't tell me, another alien? You're not another filthy alien scum, are you?"
For some reason, that just really set me off, so I decked him, causing his nose to bleed wildly. "Don't you dare call me an alien scum!" I said, holding him up by his shirt. Crap. That wasn't a very good idea, was it? That just makes everything worse.
"Dib!" a girl's voice yelled. "Get your butt over here, and stop playing with Zim!" The girl ran over here playing on a game system.
She looked at me, as I was holding the boy (named Dib?) up by his shirt collar. The girl looked up at me from her game system, her jaw dropped. Then she smiled. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that to him. Nice job. I'm Gaz."
"I'm Tes. Nice to meet you." I said, then I looked at her game system. "Oh, hey, is that a Game Slave 3? Oh my God, can I see?" I didn't wait for a response before I took it, and I worked on defeating the level.
"HEY!" She yelled. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I shoved the Game Slave back at her the very second she uttered the last word. I'd defeated the level she'd just started in a mere minute or two due to my special cheats I'd just put in it. I grinned as her eyes lit up like light bulbs.
"Are you happy now?" I asked, grinning. "I'll teach you the cheat sometime if you want me to. It's pretty easy to figure out."
"I've been having a lot of trouble with that level," Gaz said. "For the longest time. Of course I want to know how you defeated it!"
"Alright," I said, grinning. "I'll explain everything on the way to the junior high. Or do they call it a middle school here? Intermediate school?"
We started talking about the cheats and video games as we walked to school. Now that Dib kid is Zim's problem. I think this new town is going to be quite fun.
End of Chapter
Mar: Well, I'll admit, this was pretty fun to write… I am making my own fan comic technically. Not of this story. This is probably better. I'm planning on sending the fan comic to Nickelodeon so maybe we'll get NEW episodes of Invader Zim! ^.^
Yoruko: GAH! Why won't you let me read it imouto! T.T
Mar: Gosh, nee-chan, I'm already embarrassed enough about my writing, so please stop trying to force me! WAH! T.T
Gir: I like food… (chomps on chocolate bar Yoruko gave him earlier) I's got chocolate bubble gum!
Mar: I thought that was a smoothie that was chocolate bubble gum though. Eh, either way, YOU ARE ONE OF THE MOST FREAKING ADORABLE CHARACTERS EVER INVENTED OF ANY SERIES, IF NOT THE MOST ADORABLE!
Gir: WAFFLES FOR EVERYBODY! (throws waffles at everyone)
Yoruko: Mmmmm… I like chocolate… 3
Tes: Wow, you make awesome waffles Gir! And Mar-kun, you write really good stories- and that was pretty accurate. One detail you missed, but I'm glad you didn't include it.
Zim: WHAT IS THIS DETAIL YOU SPEAK OF? TELL ZIM!
Mar: NEVER! NEVER, NEVER, NEVER! NOT EVEN NEE-CHAN GETS TO KNOW! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Yoruko: Man, you can be one creepy kid, Mar.
Dax: Why is there so little of the amazing me in here?
Mar: Cuz you're not important yet! HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Kagome: Mou, Mar-chan, are you absolutely sure you can't have me in the story?
Mar: Wait, how did you get back in here? AND NO! YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED! (shoves Kagome back out)
Yoruko: You're not being very nice to Kagome, imouto! She has the all-access pass that I give to characters I like.
Mar: That no matter! Get out for now, and stay out Kagome-chan! Another thing, how did you get back in AGAIN?
Kagome: T.T (whines)
Mar: Anyways, I got more coming your way, dear reader(s)! Thank you and good night! XD Sorry that's something I heard from a hilarious Invader Zim spoof on youtube- if you're looking for something funny that involves Invader Zim- check out tumeke543 on youtube- she did absolutely INCREDIBLY HILARIOUS spoofs on Invader Zim if you want to check them out!
Zim: … GAAAAAH! What is wrong with these horrid 'youtube' monkeys? Filthy morons, I hate the Dib-worm more than anyone! HE IS THE ENEMY!
Mar: I completely agree, Zim. ZaDr, any of the pairings, they all are STUPID and a lot of them freak me out... So do fangirls... I have to live with one everyday...
Yoruko: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I will infect you, imouto, with my fangirlism one day... BWAHAHAHAHA!
Mar: T.T (hides behind Zim) I have a scary nee-chan...
Yoruko: And I bet the readers have no idea how true that last statement of mine is.
Mar: T.T She's evil and scary... WAAAH!
