I have returned! Sorry for the long wait! I thank all who have reviewed! I can't believe I got so many in only three chapters! Disclaimer: If I owned Invader Zim….hahahahaaha! I also don't own anything from Anasatsia. P.S- I know I keep making fun of Zim's voice, but don't take it seriously. I ADORE whoever voices him…I forgot his name, though. I'm just surprised that no one on the show ever pointed out how unscary he sounds.
Ah, Friday morning. It was beautiful. The sun was shining with a golden radiance, the birds were singing about their happy little tunes, and the children of the world were discussing what they would do on their weekends.
Oh, how Gaz loathed it all.
Along with her usual dose of sourness, the dark girl was twice as grumpy. It wasn't just from her lack of sleep (apparently park benches didn't make good beds), she was still angry at Dib, Zim, her father, and Gor.
She really ought to let the Gor one go, but Zim wasn't the only one who could hold a grudge.
Apparently the kids at skool could detect her foul mood, because everyone seemed to back away from her as she walked down the hall. Not that they ever really approached her before. Everyone at the skool pretty much considered her as 'The Human Plague', or 'The Demon Child.'
Not that she cared what other people thought of her. She was independent. The idiots that roamed this planet….she didn't need their approval. She didn't need-or care- about anybody besides herself.
She made a soft gurgling noise as she opened her locker. The purple haired girl was so caught up in her own thoughts, she almost missed the piece of paper taped to her math book. When she did catch sight of it, her evil mind left the people she had promised to doom, and began thinking up ways to doom the person who would dare break into her locker!
If it was a joke, she would punch the creep in the face.
If it was a love note, she would hang the fool, while punching him in the face.
If it was a threatening note, she would hang the foolish creep over a tank of sharks, while punching him in the face.
If it was a ransom note telling her that some bad guy was holding her brother hostage….
…. She would send them a gift basket.
Turns out it was none of the above. It actually looked like…a schedule? Gaz frowned. So, the teachers were reduced to sneaking her class times on her skool supplies, eh? When were they going to realize that she would come to her classes when and if she felt like it?
Against her better judgment, she decided to read the stupid thing… but it didn't sound like something the teachers would write.
Mon-Wed: Irken History
Thurs-Frid: Battle Training
Sat: Tallest 101
Sun: You are permitted to choose whichever of the above you wish to re-study.
We have only seven Earth days before my Tallest wish to meet you. You need to be able to impress them with scariness, cruelty, and intelligence. You have the scariness and cruelty down, but intelligence….not so much. So…WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? STUDY! STUDY AS IF YOU HAVE NEVER STUDIED BEFORE IN YOUR LIFE! …..Wait, have you? NEVER MIND! JUST STUDY!
P.S- Please be a dear and eat this note after you have memorized it. I do not wish for your brother to read it.
Love (Gaz took notice that the word was scratched out) sincerely (scratched out) from your totally awesome partner (scratched out) Zim wrote this, okay?
Gaz reread the schedule in amazement. Was…was this Zim's way of asking her to come back? His self -centered, stuck up way? Was it is personal way of apologizing?
Just when Gaz was about to actually have a nice thought towards the green alien, she looked at the date on the right hand corner.
3/03/11
Gaz growled an animal's growl and crumbled the paper. That was yesterday. Probably before they broken off their partnership. She made a mental note to kick Zim's butt for breaking into her locker.
Her scowl deepened as she cursed herself for believing Zim wanted to be partners again. What was she expecting? For him to admit he was wrong to call her his slave? Yeah, right! When pigs fly! That ego maniac would rather die than admit he had made a mistake, and the fact that she was a human only decreased those chances.
"Big-headed nerd, ahoy!" someone shouted.
Gaz's eyes widened a bit. Her brother was walking in her direction! She nervously looked down at the crumbled training schedule. She had to get rid of it!
"Hey Gaz," Dib greeted, nonchalantly.
"Mmb," the dark girl grunted.
"Um…what's in your mouth?" Dib asked, noticing his sister's cheeks were bulging.
Gaz paused for a minute, before swallowing whatever it was that had been in her mouth. "My teeth, Dib. My teeth are in my mouth."
"Whatever," Dib said, rolling his eyes. That being said, he proceeded to his locker which happened to be right next to his sister's.
Gaz didn't appreciate the way he just blew off the mystery of what she had been eating. Usually he would press her further about this. She decided now would be a good time rub his stupidity in his face. "So…did you miss me?"
Dib paused from taking his books from out of his locker. "Since yesterday? Not really."
The dark girl rolled her eyes. "I'm talking about last night."
"No. Wasn't the first time you locked yourself in your room without talking to anybody."
Gaz felt her blood run cold. He heart silenced itself in shock. Had Dib…had Dib really just said what she thought he said? "You….you thought I was in my room? What did you think when I didn't come down for dinner?"
Dib shrugged. "I dunno. You went out to get a pizza didn't you?"
Gaz felt like she was going to explode. Dib, her own brother,…..he didn't even know she was gone! He didn't feel guilty at all! He thought she had been in her bedroom all night! What kind of a brother WAS he?
"Gaz? You okay?" Dib asked, waving his hand in front of her face.
"Dib," Gaz scowled. "You….are….officially the worst brother ever!"
The older brother laughed the comment off. "Why? Because I didn't fall for your cold shoulder routine for once? I told you, I'm done with you! I'm tired of constantly looking out for you, only to get punched in the face! If you're sooooooo independent, go look out for yourself! Now if you'll excuse me, I have a planet to save!" That being said, Dib made his way to his first class.
The boy had use all his willpower not to turn and check on his sister. Deep down, he knew he could never hate her. They had been through too much together. But… he was sick of her! Sick of her attitude, sick of her bullying, and sick of her acting like she was the only one hurting from their neglectful father.
I guess this is what a love/hate relationship feels like, Dib thought to himself. The boy frowned. "Well, if she hates my company so much, she can just look out for herself. I've tried being a good brother, and what do I get? A black eye every Monday! She wants her personal space? Fine! Let us see who wins this battle of independence! Soon, she'll realize she can't survive without he big brother defending her, and then she will have no choice but to respect me! I don't have conflicting emotions, that's TOTALLY being a good older brother!"
"SHUT UP, YOU BIG HEADED FREAK!" a teacher shouted.
….He really had to stop talking to himself.
Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke.
"Stupid mashed potatoes….stupid Dib…stupid life!"
Gaz angrily threw down her fork, and glared at her mashed potatoes. They really tasted awful. They would probably taste better with some ketchup.
But nooooo, Gaz thought to herself. The mashed potatoes had to go and abandon the ketchup just because the ketchup was a little sour! The mashed potatoes were supposed to be there for the ketchup! It's not like the ketchup had a french fry or a hamburger to lean on! The mashed potatoes were being completely selfish! They were supposed to love the ketchup unconditionally! Well, too bad for you, you mashed up mess! The ketchup is just fine without you! THE KETCHUP IS AN INDEPENDENT SAUCE!
Gaz growled and threw her mashed potatoes into the garbage. "Take that, stupid big headed potatoes…"
"I see you are not fond of the food the cafeteria has to offer. Understandable."
And so, the prissiest voice alive has returned, Gaz mused. She scowled as a certain green boy calmly sat down at the table she and Dib usually shared, as if it was perfectly normal. "What do you want, Zim?"
Zim drummed his fingers anxiously on the table, as if he was deep in thought. Finally he said, "Am I not allowed to sit here like a normal hyuuuuman?"
"At my table? No. Nobody sits here but Dib and I," Gaz muttered.
The alien's eyes widened in shock, before he checked his surroundings. "But…..I do not see the Dib-stink. You are sitting here by yourself…..unless that's what you want me to think!" Scowling, Zim jumped on top of the table and pointed an accusing finger at her. "WHERE IS HE, GAZ-BEAST? WHERE IS HE HIDING? WHAT ARE YOU TWO PLANNING? TELL MEEEEEEEE! TELL ME NOW!"
Gaz just stared at him.
"I SAID TELL ME NOW! AS IN, THIS VERY SECOND!"
"Get off the table, you idiot!" Zita shouted from across the cafeteria.
Zim turned his finger towards the girl. "You cannot tell the almighty ZIM what to do, Earth child! YOU ARE NOT MY TALLEST!"
"Zim, sit down, or I'm leaving!" Gaz screeched at him.
Grumbling a few Irken curse words, the loud alien resumed sitting across from the scary girl.
"Dib has to make up a test, so he's missing lunch," Gaz told him. "Not that we're on speaking terms anyway."
"You and your brother-unit had a fight? Again, understandable," Zim nodded.
"What do you want from me, idiot?" Gaz scowled.
A goofy smile spread over the Irken's lips. "No! As a matter of fact, I do not wish for you to give me any idiot!" Zim threw back his head in insane laughter, wiping tears from his eyes once he was done. Disappointedly, he noticed Gaz had not laughed with him. "Um….that was a joke, little Gaz. You should laugh. After all it was hilarious. I AM HILARIOUS!"
Gaz glowered at him. "Zim…"
"Dib-sister… have I ever mentioned how not hideous you look?"
"You see this fork?"
"Okay! Okay! No need to get Gazzy on me," Zim shouted. He nervously scratched the back of his head before placing a napkin in front of the dark girl.
Gaz raised an eyebrow. "I'm not throwing your trash away."
Zim groaned. "Just look at the napkin, stupid human!"
After sending him a dark glare, Gaz looked down at the napkin to find a strange symbol written on it. It kind of looked like a wheel.
"Um….?" she hummed.
"You don't what it is? It's the Irken symbol of truce. It is known as The Irken Symbol of Truce! Seriously, did you even read the book I gave you?"
Gaz inspected the symbol closely. It was stupid. "And….you're showing me this because…?
Zim rolled his fake eyes. "Wow, and I here I thought you were smarter than the rest of your species. I'm showing you this symbol because I want a truce! Back on my planet, when one would try to make peace with another Irken (which was quiet rare), they would hold the Ritual of Forgiveness, and present to one another the Irken Symbol of Truce. I'd do the ritual, but it must be a public thing, and half the things we do are considered illegal on this planet."
Gaz raised an eyebrow. "Wait…so you're saying you want to be partners again?"
Zim nodded. "Yes, do you accept?"
The dark girl glared at him. "Wait…partner? Or slave?"
The alien grimaced a bit. "All right, fine! Partners! Equal ranks, yadda, yadda, yadda!"
"And the Irken technology?"
Zim bit his lower lip in pain. "Yes, yes,….we now share the technology. My things are your things; your things are my things. We stand as one now! Happy?"
The dark girl smirked a bit. "What makes you so desperate?"
"ZIM is not desperate!" The alien instantly defended. "ZIM IS…..look, I've got six days to live, we've wasted one day, you're the only one who can tolerate me, can you blame me?"
Gaz paused to think. Should she really go back to plan A? Try and take over the world? It still sounded appealing, especially after her encounter with her brother. But could she put up with Zim for that long? Could she put up with his constant rants, huge ego, and loud tyrants?
Actually that didn't sound much different than living with her brother.
….living with her brother….hm….
Gaz frowned at him. "I'll return on two conditions."
"Conditions?" Zim whispered.
The dark girl nodded. "First off, I want an apology."
"…Excuse me?"
"You heard me. Apologize," Gaz ordered.
"…Fine."
"…."
"I'm sorry you acted like such a brat."
Gaz rolled her eyes. "That was payback for yesterday, wasn't it?"
"Yes, it was," Zim smiled.
"Cute. Now apologize!"
"Are you serious?" Zim whined like a two-year-old.
"Absolutely. No apology, no partnership."
Zim's right eye twitched. Why did she have to be so difficult? Why did she constantly have to prove herself BETTER than him? It was quiet irritating.
He didn't want to apologize to this…this…human baby! It was embarrassing enough to have to come and ask her to come back! Apologizing was a sign of weakness, and Invader Zim was not weak!
"Can I not, and say I did?" Zim asked.
He only got a glare as a response.
Zim swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat. How many times was this girl going to humiliate him? He couldn't back out, he needed her. Not to mention the Irken Symbol of Truce took a while to draw….
Well here went nothing.
Zim began to sweat. "I'm…..I….am…s-ss-s-s…."
Gaz's eyes opened a bit to see that he was sweating like a water fountain. He is such a drama queen…it's really not that hard…
"Ssssss…sssssss…ss….ss…..ss…ooooo…..sssooooo…sssssss…"
"Apology accepted Zim," Gaz finally said, deciding to give the poor guy a little mercy. He seriously looked like he was going to choke up blood! Besides, she didn't like saying it either.
Zim sighed in relief. "All right then. Meet me this afternoon, and we shall-"
"You didn't hear my second condition," Gaz interrupted him.
"….You were serious about there being a second one?" Zim winced.
"Afraid so," the dark girl told him.
Zim wiped the sweat from his brow. "Oh sweet Irk…you're not going to make me say 'thank you' now, are you?"
"No. Nothing like that."
"Whew! Thank the Tallest!"
"I want to move in with you."
Zim's brain stopped working for approximately two minutes. He gazed in horror at the young girl's serious face. She meant it. She wanted to live with him. She wanted to share the base. Only one thought was in the Irken's mind:
How can one human hold in so much evil?
"Please tell me this is one of your evil jokes," Zim pleaded with her.
Gaz shook her head. "Nope. Not this time. You want me to be your partner? I get to live in the base."
"….WHY?" Zim screeched. "What is wrong with your own home?"
"Dib lives in it," Gaz reminded him.
"Yet again, understandable," Zim told her. "But I do not wish to have you living in my beautiful base!"
The dark girl shrugged. "That's my deal. Take it or leave it."
"BUT THIS IS INSANITY!" Zim screamed. "I mean, we BARELY know each other! I AM A MAN, FOR IRK'S SAKE! WHY should I give up MY home for someone I can barely stand? IT'S UNATURAL!"
"Preach it brother, PREACH!" a teacher shouted to him.
"I AM NOT YOUR BROTHER-UNIT, TEACHER-STINK!" Zim shouted back.
Gaz shrugged and got off her seat. "Fine. If you would rather die than live with me, I don't see why I should-"
"WAIT!" Zim cried, even though she hadn't started walking yet.
The green boy placed his three fingered hand on his forehead. Cracking one eye open, he stared at the evil human in front of him. "I do not like you, Dib-sister," Zim said, his voice surprisingly calm.
"Yeah, I still don't like you either," Gaz retorted.
After groaning in pain, Zim finally released a pained sigh. "Very well. You shall live with me in my base."
Gaz gave him a sly smile and offered her hand. "Partners?"
Zim stared at her hand, then said, "I do not wish to touch you."
"Just shake my hand Zim," Gaz ordered him.
Sighing, the green alien grabbed the small girl's hand and shook it. "Partners…you filthy human."
Gaz shook back. "Partners it is….you stupid alien."
Irkens. They were conquerors. They invaded. They killed. They impersonated. They stole snacks. They kidnapped.
And above all, they were known amongst many planets. You never knew who was your friend and who was just an Irken in disguise.
Irken's were so focused on making themselves known among the galaxy, no one ever took notice of the secret race. The race that had been focusing on keeping themselves hidden for centuries. What's more, they were actually twice as dangerous as any Irken.
The Vesen.
Half human, half crab, half demon, they were a frightening sight. Their upper body usually had the appearance of a human, but their demon blood gave them ancient, grey skin. Another way to spot their demon heritage was their blood red eyes. The eyes that seemed to pierce your very soul every time you peeked at them.
Their legs belonged to those of a crab. They were almost spider-like, but they were as tough as iron. If you tried to send a bullet into one of those legs….well, you wouldn't far.
Another thing noticeable about the Vesen were their four arms. While two were grey and human like, the other two were giant lobster claws. Two to grab their enemy. Two to crush their enemy.
Although they were indeed frightening creatures, they were unknown amongst the galaxy. They did not have a planet of their own, so they traveled through space in their spacecraft. As impressive as it was, the Vesen kept to the shadows. Unlike Irkens, they were not willing to show off their work.
And what was there goal? To take over the universe, of course. And they already had the perfect plan in mind….
These creatures had a leader, you know. A leader who at that very moment was fiddling with his scanners. Vixen was his name. He had the usual attire of a Vesen, with the exception of long white hair falling over his face.
With a heart as black as coal, Vixen cared about nothing more than reaching his goals. It made no difference to him who got hurt, or who was lost. Heck, he experimented on his own wife just to test a few chemicals!
He was tired of his people hanging onto to the darkness. He knew the only reason they let those Irken idiots conquer planets that was rightfully theirs was because they had been waiting. Waiting for the source.
The Vesen had technology that could make the Irkens bow their heads in shame. They had technology that could create storms, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, immense burning, and immense freezing. They were the fathers of destruction.
The only problem? They didn't have the power source.
Despite being such advanced scientists, the Vesen had one little requirement for these terrible machines to work.
They needed the Dark Source.
That was why they had held off their reign of terror for so long. None of their advanced technology would work without the darkest, most mysterious source in the universe.
For centuries, the Vesen had hidden themselves in their spacecraft, waiting desperately for their source to appear. Sure, there had been evil humans, Irkens, and whatever else was out there. But they weren't necessarily looking for evil. They were looking for dark and powerful. The most dark and powerful of them all.
And they had found it. Fourteen years ago, they found it.
(A/N: Sorry to interrupt the story, but for the following scene, I think the song "In the Dark of the Night" from Anastasia would fit the mood perfectly. If you have the song stashed away somewhere, I would listen to it while reading this.)
Vixen took a sip of his cropjo while gazing into the computer screen. It was very sad. His baby Gaz was agreeing to a partnership with that useless Irken. He thought she was stronger than that…
Groaning, he pressed the Photo button on his computer. With a quick flash, a photo of Zim and Gaz shaking hands flew out of his printer. Without a word, Vixen grabbed the picture and nailed it to his Wall of Gazlene.
Ever since Gaz Membrane was a child, Vixen had been watching her. He had watched her, studied her, examined her personality, and obsessively took photo graphs of her. There was not a minute in her life where the young girl wasn't being watched.
In other words, Vixen was the biggest stalker alive.
Throughout the years of spying on his Dark Source, he had come to think of the human as his baby, his project, his toy. He was rather fond of her cruel nature, and it often impressed him how cold she was to those who were so open with her. It almost made him sad that he was going to have to kill her.
There were many ways to drain her of her darkness. Most of them were painful. Luckily they had a few draining guns and machines that did not need the Dark Source to power them up. Mostly because they had stolen them from other races. Being as sneaky as they were, they never got caught.
Sadly, once all the darkness was drained from the young girl, she would become nothing but an empty shell. An empty shell of her former self. It wouldn't be long before the poor girl just rot away from existence.
But that was a sacrifice he was willing to make.
With Gaz Membrane's dark aura, nothing would stop them from making slaves out of all the races.
Everything was working perfectly.
…Well, it was until today.
This….annoying, loud, incredibly stupid Irken wanted to take his baby Gaz to his planet? To be inspected by those over-sized green beans? Although Irkens were incredibly useless in his eyes, they were exceedingly smarter than humans. It would be much harder to kidnap his Gaz if she was constantly hanging out on the planet full of walking celery!
Hm. Oddly enough, he was going to be decent enough to let little Gaz live until her eighteenth birthday….but since she was now gaining allies, and the fact that the breakup of her family was probably increasing her dark aura, he supposed now was as good of time as any.
He actually couldn't wait meet her. She was so unique….oh, what amazing conversations they would have!
Before he drained her of course.
Grabbing his intercom, Vixen's husky voice rasped into it, "General, send some of our best soldiers to the planet 'Earth'. Tell them to search the planet for the Dark Source. They need to find her, and bring her to me. She'll be the scary human hanging out with the green kid. Don't kill her though…the draining will do that for us."
"All right, Gaz-beast. I understand you have been studying hard, and I know humans must eat every few hours. Therefore, I have decided to break my character, and prepare a nice 'dinner' for you," Zim announced as he walked into the living room, a tray covered in unidentified food in his hands.
Gaz slowly looked up from her book. The sight of the UFO (Unidentified Food Object) made her shudder. "Um…Zim? What exactly is this?"
Zim looked down at the food he ordered from Bingo's (you didn't think he cooked it, did you?), and shrugged. "I just ordered whatever they offered me. It can't be worse than the usual garbage you eat."
"So much for breaking your character," Gaz said, rolling her eyes. "Why didn't you just get GIR to make me some food?"
"Because he wouldn't let go of your leg," Zim reminded her.
"Oh….yeah," the dark girl whispered. She nervously looked down at the little robot that had fallen asleep while clutching her leg. You can imagine the little bot's excitement when he discovered that Gaz would not only be teammates with them again, but be living with them as well.
It started with confetti, and ended in mayonnaise on ceiling.
"I wonder how many times he's going to do that to me before I blow up?" Gaz muttered.
Zim rolled his eyes. "I don't know just…just eat your garbage!" he told her, setting the food down in front of her.
He had been right to call it garbage. It was nothing but huge, brown slime, with a few French fries, hamburger meats, and even scoops of ice cream sticking out of it. And she thought she saw an eyeball for a second there.
"You're not trying to poison me already, are you?" Gaz half-joked.
"What is wrong with it? It looks just like all the rest of the food filth of this planet!" Zim defended.
The pale girl rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right. What planet do you live on?"
"Earth. What does that have to do with anything?" Zim asked, genuinely confused.
Gaz face palmed before looking down at the 'food'. She certainly didn't want to eat the trash in front of her, but she didn't want to starve either. Swallowing the lump that was forming in her throat, the dark girl grabbed what she hoped was a french fry, and threw it in her mouth. She hoped it wouldn't kill her.
It tried, but it didn't succeed.
Gaz began hacking on the evil that had slithered down her throat. "IT TASTES LIKE FART!" she screamed.
Zim hid a smirk. "And you know that how?"
"Next time, I'M ordering the food!"
"Fine by Zim," the alien shrugged. He turned to head out of the living room, but stopped as his partner called,
"Hey, why don't you take off your stupid disguise?"
Zim's head snapped back, as he sent her a dark glare. "Excuse me?"
"Just take it off," she told him. "It's not like I haven't seen you without it."
The alien gently touched his wig. "Why do you wish to see me without my glorious disguise?"
"Because as ugly as you are, you look better without the disguise," Gaz informed him.
"Zim is better looking that YOU, demon girl!" Zim shot back. "Zim shall have you know, that on HIS planet, he is considered-"
He was cut off as Gaz snatched the wig right off his head.
The little alien screamed in panic, clutching the top of his head. "NO! No, no, no, no! No pictures!"
It was these shouts that finally woke little GIR up. He let out a cute yawn. "…Where am I?"
Gaz sneered and threw the little robot off her ankle. "Get lost, GIR!" she screeched, watching the little bot fly into the kitchen.
"Aww….gravity don't like me!"
CRASH!
"Gravity and I made up!"
Zim took no notice of his robot's plight. He was too busy cowering from his new partner. She had that look on her face. "PICTURES?" she screamed. "Are you saying you don't trust me? You think I'm planning on exposing you? You think I'm like my brother?"
"No! That is not what I meant!" Zim pleaded. To be honest, he wasn't sure. The only time someone asked him to take off his disguise was Dib, and that was only when he was trying to expose the alien. He never heard of the request otherwise. But he needed to say something. He couldn't have Gaz walk out on him again!
Gaz took a menacing step forward. "This partnership won't work without trust, Zim."
"I do trust you!" the alien lied.
"Then take the disguise off," she growled.
"Uh…"
Before the green creature could say another word, Gaz had roughly ripped out one of his contacts, as if one was ripping off a Band-Aid.
"AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH! SWEET MOMMA, THAT HURT!" Zim bellowed.
"Why are all boys such wimps?" Gaz groaned. Swiftly, she grabbed his right contact, but this time gently tugged it off. "I saw you two nights ago without your disguise, why are you making such a big deal out of this?"
"ME? You're the one who just ripped the contacts out of my eyeballs!" Zim argued.
Gaz shrugged an inpatient shrug. "I just think you look better without them. With them on, you look so fake! Without them….don't get me wrong, you're ugly…..but, you're also kinda cool looking."
Zim paused, trying to think of a clever retort. Hopefully something that could make her eat her words. Something that would make her treat him with respect. Something that would make her start sobbing like the weak human she was!
"…Really?"
Ooh, burn.
Gaz shrugged. "Yeah…I mean….your eyes…they're kinda neat." She really didn't know why she was telling him this….maybe because she felt a little guilty for ripping out his contacts. Not only was it painful, but it was invading his privacy.
"Oh…" Zim muttered. After his anger and pain had blown over, his brain established the fact that the Dib-sister had just complimented him. It wasn't much of a compliment, but it was still there…and it was rather unexpected.
What should he say next? Compliment her back? Ew. Nothing in her physical appearance appealed to him. Should he make a clever comeback? No, that wouldn't be right. Grr, he wasn't used to receiving praise! Usually he only received compliments from himself! What was he supposed to say to her?
His swelling eyes roamed over to where Gaz had been sitting moments ago.
Now he knew what to say.
"Hey!" Zim screeched, walking over to the book.
"What's wrong?" Gaz asked, wondering what his problem was.
The green alien angrily took a small book that was cleverly placed over the Irken pages. It was Gameslave cheat book. "Um, what is this?" he asked.
"…Entertainment?" the dark girl suggested, her voice deadpan.
"YOU SPENT THE LAST THREE HOURS READING THIS GARBAGE?" Zim bellowed.
"I read garbage!" GIR called from the kitchen.
"Your book bores me," Gaz told him, simply.
Infuriated, Zim crumbled the paper book into a ball. "Do you NOT understand the gravity of the situation we are in? DO YOU WANT ME TO DIE?"
Gaz opened her mouth to speak.
"NEVER MIND!" Zim snarled. He anxiously toyed with the paper in his hands, trying to restrain himself from shooting the girl in front of him. "Tell me, Gaz-beast," Zim said calmly, "How long did you think you had before I realized you weren't really studying?"
"I made it for three hours, didn't I?"
"Are you not taking this seriously?" Zim questioned. "I thought you wanted to take over the world!"
"I do, but why do I have to read that dumb book to blow stuff up?" Gaz asked, enjoying their little back and forth.
"Because even if you do take over the world, you cannot keep the planet unless the Tallest say so! And they shall not let you keep it, unless you are a member of the Irken tribe! And you cannot be a member of the Irken tribe unless you know what is in this book!"
"It's my planet! I can have it if I want!" Gaz argued.
Zim rubbed his eyes in exhaustion. "Irk, you are such a brat!"
"Yeah? And you're ugly! And your eyes aren't that great either!" the dark girl snorted.
"Why? Why are you being such a pain in the rump?" Zim pleaded. "I hate you for actually making me pity Dib for living with you!"
"Looks like I'm your problem now, huh?" she muttered.
"Indeed," the green alien nodded. "Well Dib-sister, it is getting late. Tomorrow is the day of Saturday. We shall have the whole day to train and study… and hopefully my headache will be gone by then. I shall see you in the morning." He turned to leave.
"Wait! Where's my room?" Gaz stopped him.
Zim turned back around. "What room?"
"I'm going to be living here, right? I need my own room! You know? A bed and all?" The alien was out of his mind if he thought she was going to live here without a room.
Zim sighed. "I just found out today that you would be living with me. How could I have prepared a proper room since then?"
The purple haired girl growled. "Well then, where am I going to sleep?"
"On the couch, where do you think?" the alien scoffed. Seemingly out of thin air, Zim threw a pillow and a blanket at her. "Sweet dreams, human!"
Gaz fluffed up her pillow. "Fine, I'll sleep on the couch. But you better get me a room soon Zim!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," the alien sighed. He then made his way to his toilet chute and pulled the chain. In another instant, he was gone.
Gaz angrily pounded her pillow and laid her head down. He's never going to get me a room, she thought to herself. He doesn't care about me. He just needs to me to get out of trouble with his stupid leaders. Well…that's fine with me. I'm not here to make a friend. I'm here to destroy humanity. And NOTHING is going to stand in the way of that. My father and Dib are going to pay.
"GOOD-NIGHT GAZZY!"
"ZIM! TAKE YOUR STUPID ROBOT WITH YOU!"
Can you believe these two are going to fall in love? I'm sorry I didn't write a good introductory scene with the Vesen, but I was kind of making their goals up as I went along. I was thinking of making the scene a songfic, with the song "In the Dark of the Night", but Jim Cummings sounds so crazed, and Vixen was acting pretty calm. It just didn't work out.
I think I did a pretty good job keeping these characters IC, which is my main goal for this story. Until next time!