Well, I'm back writing fan fiction. I forgot to mention this in the first chapter, but for plot's sake, Dib is 14, Gaz 13. This should help the whole Gaz being bi thing, if you didn't catch that. Thank you, sole reviewer on your wonderful comment. Disclaimer time: I don't own anything, so don't sue me. Danny Phantom belongs to Butch Hartman, and Invader Zim & Co. belong to Mr. Vasquez. I am borrowing them both so I can do...something.
That aside, let's continue.
Danny Fenton, son to Jack Fenton, ectobiologist and scientist, wielder of strange and powerful ghostly abilities, and friend to Sam Manson and Tucker Foley, was at the time, asleep. Moreover, he was asleep in class, but do not be so quick to criticize. You too would be tired if you had spent half the night before fighting a rather persistent, and loud, ghost and sucking them into a specially designed thermos. In fact, it's an interesting story...
Danny barreled through a car window, and bounced several meters down the sidewalk. Thankfully, he was intangible for the first few seconds, so the car was unharmed for the most part. The sidewalk, however, had a few dents. The city council wouldn't be too happy.
"Yeah! Take that, young whippersnapper!" taunted his current antagonist, the ghostly snake to his mongoose for the time being. "I am Technus! Mediator of all that is mechanical and futuristic! Magician of science and circuitry! Lord of-GAH!" he was unable to finish that last sentence as Danny blasted him with a beam of ectoplasmic energy. He was then sucked up the thermos, with a wail of fury. Danny sat on the ground, panting, sweat coating his brow. Despite the fact that he was 14, Danny thought, with a bit of regret, mumbled "I'm getting too old for this..."
He flew off home, just as the rays of the morning sun crept over the horizon...
"Class!" Announced Mr lancer, teacher of our phantom hero. "We have a new student joining us."
Danny shot up, looking around and babbling in surprise. He noticed that a few people were staring at him due to this recent inanity. He quietly sunk into his seat, wishing he could disappear. (without arousing suspicion, I mean.)
"Everyone, this is..." he looked down at the form, making sure he was reading it right. "Dib Membrane. He's just moved from a few states over, and in case you were wondering, this IS the son of the renowned Professor Alex Membrane. That being said, I would suggest you all straighten up with your work, seeing that I grade on a curve. You can sit down now, Dib." he finished, smiling down at him.
"Gee, thanks...", he grimaced as he walked down the aisle, a certain Mr. Dash Baxter slapping his fist into his other hand. He plopped down in the desk adjacent to Danny. He sighed.
"Hey!" Dib looked over. Danny looked at him, smiling. "Don't worry, Dash bully's anyone smarter than a doormat."
Dib chuckled. "Thanks. That makes me feel better. I...guess." he said, not really used to getting positive attention. He pulled out his notebook, and began taking notes, as Danny fell back asleep. This school might not be so bad, he thought.
Zim sat in a large, lime green waiting room. Previously, when he first arrived, he ran around the room, arms flailing and screaming from shock. After a few minutes, however, he calmed down a bit (inaccurate, eh?) and sat, reading a magazine.
"Zim, uh...I can't pronounce this...Hey! Green boy!" A large, ghostly receptionist called from the other side. (A/N: Well, I assume he has a last name. We just can't pronounce it. Hee.)
"Eh?" he walked over to the desk. The receptionist placed her glasses on her nose, reading what looked like a giant Ipod. "Says here you're from a planet called 'Irk'. You died on Earth, though, so you'll be staying here for the first couple centuries. I-"
"WHAT? NOOO! I demand that I be placed with my own superior dead brethren! I will not spend eternity with transparent pig smellies!"
"Never said eternity, you little runt!" she sighed. "You're the one who decided to die on another planet."
"I was stabbed in the head!"
She scoffed. "Like I care. Buh-bye, now, have a nice 227 years!" she smiled, and pulled a lever. Zim plummeted down the trap door, his mechanical arms scraping pointlessly at the frictionless, puncture-proof walls. The receptionist sighed. "NEXT!"
Zim floated aimlessly through the purple and green void. Grumbling angrily.
"Arg, the NERVE of that little undead filth head...face...HEAD! Doing that to me! ME! I AM ZIM!"
"I AM TECHNUS!" Zim heard off not too far away. He propelled himself forward to find our old techno-madman writing down new things do declare loudly.
"Lord...of...things...that go...beep...and boop. Ooh, that's good!" he grinned. He looked up at Zim. Zim looked back.
"Uh, hey! I uh...kinda noticed that you like to shout your name and things too!"
Technus blinked warily. "Yes..."
"Can I join in?"
Technus thought a moment. "Eh, why not? Let's see what ya got, bubby!"
Zim cleared his throat. "Ahem. I AM ZIM! BRINGER OF DOOM AND DESTRUCTION! MASTER OF PAIN, wielder of cruelty, vengeance, and power! Fear me, or taste my mighty foot!" he screamed to the heavens, the words echoing eerily in the void. Technus clapped.
"Oh, bravo! Bravo! You know..." he shook Zim's hand. "I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship..."
