Here is the next chapter.
Disclaimer: I, E.Vital, do not own any of the terms or characters of the Invader Zim TV show, though I do own Sally and Bobby Bledsoe.
((AgentMothman has logged on ))
GBcountryboy: Hello? Mothman?
AgentMothman: Yes. Who is this? Agent Darkbooty, is that you?
GBcountryboy: Um no. I'm not Agent Darkbooty. I saw your footage of the little green alien kid on the Mysterious Mysteries webring. It's amazing. I don't think it's a hoax
AgentMothman: Thanx! Finally, someone with enough sense to believe me
GBcountryboy: yeah
GBcountryboy: so um...could you help me out? I wanted to ask you a few questions.
GBcountryboy: about aliens.
GBcountryboy: just out of curiosity, of course.
AgentMothman: Sure, I'd be glad to. What do you want to know?
Bobby paused, staring blankly at the computer screen. Now that he'd finally caught up with Agent Mothman, he had so many questions. He didn't know where to start.
GBcountryboy: Who is that alien kid in the footage?
GBcountryboy: hello???
After about five minutes of waiting, Bobby wondered if Mothman was still there...
GBcountryboy: Mothman? R U still there??
Bobby frowned. What happened? Then suddenly, and enormous paragraph appeared under the blue letters of Mothman's name.
"Whoah..." Bobby muttered to himself. "That's alot of typing..."
He read the paragraph, but before he'd gotten even halfway through, another paragraph appeared right under it. Then another. Then another. This dude's got alot to say, Bobby thought.
It was more like reading a long editorial, rather then chatting. It was a long, elaborate explanation about the green-faced boy in the video. From what Bobby gathered, his name was Zim, and he was a real live alien from a distant planet called Irk.
"Irk", Bobby whispered aloud, trying out the name of his supposed home planet. "Irk..."
Bobby couldn't read anymore. He could barely breathe. His mind was going a mile a minute, so fast he forgot all about chatting with Agent Mothman. He quickly typed a "Thank you so much for your help it was great talking to you", then logged off.
He climbed to the roof of their peaceful little farmhouse, sitting by his bedroom window. It was his favorite place to sit and think. He drew his long legs up under himself and wrapped his arms around them, resting his chin on his knees. He gazed dreamily up at the clear, star-studded sky. A shooting star darted across the horizon.
"Irk..." he whispered, smiling to himself. He stayed out there on the roof for the rest of the night, thinking hard until the sun rose bright orange over the evergreen mountaintops.
((GBcountryboy has logged off ))
AgentMothman: Hello? GB? Wait! I wasn't finished. I didn't get to tell you about the Irken's horrible plot to take over the universe, or about Zim's evil plan to destroy mankind! He must be stopped! Maybe you can help me!
AgentMothman: hello?
AgentMothman: hello???
That's it for now. More coming soon...
E.V.
