Chapter 1: Zim's horrible skool-ish morning!
Hey guys and gals! Gents and ladies... I hope you all can enjoy my (not so descriptive but script-like) story. Hopefully within the next upcoming chapters, I will write more info to set the scenes, but this is what I like as my writing style. Short, sweet, to the point and concise- Where you can read it and not stop, maybe? lol Anyways, Being as I live under current lockdown, I might get busy with professional work soon, but I will continue to write my chapters and publish them for all your sick and twisted enjoyment. Enjoy!
(I do not own or claim any Invader Zim as my original content. I'm just a fan-fiction writer.)
By the way, I will be writing my chapters like they're tv show window panels, with different takes? Scenes? I hope you all get what I mean. :) okbyeeee
Deep underground in the heart of Invader Zim's base, Zim is seen putting on his contact lenses and black wig by the use of his pak. As he quickly puts on his disguise, Zim steps into his elevating machine.
"Computer. Bring me upstairs." The machine immediately moves at Zim's command. Zim starts thinking to himself,
'Why am I even going to this Hi-Skool?... My plan was to learn more about earth's weaknesses to destroy it, but... no teacher has given me sufficient evidence. Why can't humans just learn everything all in one year? Irkens seem to learn everything all in one Pak, then getting trained swiftly, yet, somehow... earth has 12 long, insane years of learning. Curse this filthy planet and it's disgusting filthy... dookey... monkeys."
Zim nods in disapproval,
'And then there's the Dib. If I stopped going to skool...he'd stalk me wherever I go...! I'd much rather go to skool so he can watch me from his own desk like the caged monkey that he is.'
The elevating tube suddenly twirls him upwards and out of the kitchen toilet. Taking a few steps out and walking towards the living room, Zim immediately spots Gir eating a pile of bacon on a plate, right next to his pig friend on the family couch.
Zim cocks an eye as he can't help but seem amused that the pig isn't screaming by now. In fact, the pig is eating its own kind.
"Gir, I'm going to Hi-skool. Take me there!" Zim demanded, pointing his head up in a proud attitude.
Gir munches on in complete ignorence.
"Did you hear what I said? " Zim looks on at Gir with full disappointment on his face.
Gir, still munching, giggles as his focused attention stays on the TV. Zim snaps his head to the television, only to see some odd looking human with lips so large resembling a baboon's ass.
*I only wanted to look beautiful. But now, my face is ruined! Can you please help me, doctor? * Even her voice sounds squished.
"Heh. That is kinda funny." Zim continues,
"Gir! GIR!"
*Hmm... Well lets see here.. *
Zim spots the remote at the end table, snatches it, and points it to the TV powering it off completely.
"Oh no. My show.. my show!" Gir starts his ever-so-incessant tantrum to the floor wailing and screaming about.
Zim, now disgruntled, throws the remote at the couch watching it bounce off the edge of the cushion and onto the floor, hitting Gir at his hollow tin head. Gir immediately snatches it from the floor and turns the TV back on.
"Oh no you don't. Gir! Listen to your master! Bring me to skool. NOW!" Zim walks directly above Gir, looking down at him with a stern look between his legs.
"Can I record my show first?" Gir squeaks at his unconscious attempt to charm.
Zim sighs in deep annoyance.
"Yes, Gir."
Gir squeals out with joy, pressing every button on the remote, then finally puts the remote aside. Zim walks over to the door, opening it.
"To Hi-skool. NOW Gir!"
"Oky Doky!" Within seconds, Gir zips up into his dog suit, ignites his legs to full turbo flying speed, and directly zooms towards Zim's legs, where Zim snatches on in one swing, all the while managing to slam the front door to his base.
Giant gusts of engine clouds puff out as they zoom down the neighbourhood sidewalk, turning the corner to another distant street.
I will be posting more chapters soon, I PROMISE!