Ah, the first part of my fic Invader Zim fic! You know the legal drill: I don't own any of the Invader Zim characters, but I do own Clari42 (her real name will be revealed in the next part), so don't use her without my permission.
Anyway, on with the fic. And, as always, read and review.
"Iron Chef! Iron Chef!" GIR exclaimed as he ran at a high speed to the TV.
Zim glared at GIR as he ran by, then continued down to his lab. He found a window open on his computer's screen.
CLARI42: Hello? Hello?
CLARI42: Are you still there?
Zim decided to find out just who this 'clari42' was.
littlerobotGIR: Hello.
CLARI42: Oh, there you are. I was beginning to wonder what happened to you...
littlerobotGIR: I just got a little sidetracked. So,
Zim stopped for a moment, trying to think of something to say. He tried to remember what the kids at skool said to each other, although he didn't pay much attention. Finally, he remember one thing.
littlerobotGIR: What's up?
CLARI42: You aren't GIR, are you?
littlerobotGIR: Why do you say that? Of course I'm GIR
CLARI42: GIR would never be so coherent. You must be Zim.
Zim's mind raced. How much did Clari42 know? How much could he risk to learn? Only one way to find out.
littlerobotGIR: What do you mean by that?
CLARI42: Well, for starters, GIR would say something strange like "I can shrink!" or something like that.
CLARI42: And he talks about you and no one else, so I figured you two must be the only ones in your house
CLARI42: Am I right?
CLARI42: I'm right, aren't I?
Zim stared at the screen for moment. What should he say? Tenatively, he typed in a response.
littlerobotGIR: Maybe.
And so it began. They continued to IM, and Zim would often ask seemingly random questions in his attempts to sketch Clari42's character. And she would often be random right back, leading them both in circles that took forever to find the center of. Zim didn't know why, but he felt compelled to keep up with Clari42, to match her comments with his own. It almost became a competition of who could be the most random and still make sense. And then there was the face war, where Zim used the standard emoticons and Clari42 used the other type (^_^ ; -_- ; etc.), and the question mark war, where they spent 15 minutes seeing who could post more and more question marks before giving in and changing the subject. It was fun, in a strange way, and both enjoyed the sessions thoroughly.
But one day....
CLARI42: I want to meet you
littlerobotGIR: We talk here almost everyday
littlerobotGIR: What more do you want
CLARI42: I want to see you. In the flesh.
littlerobotGIR: ?
CLARI42: That's just an expression ^_~
CLARI42: Let's get together sometime
littlerobotGIR: Right. Sometime
CLARI42: Is next week good for you?
littlerobotGIR: no
CLARI42: The week after?
littlerobotGIR: no
CLARI42: Name the time, then. I'm free anytime
littlerobotGIR: How about never? Is never good for you?
CLARI42: ^_^ I sense hostility
This was how Clari42 often reacted when Zim tried to purposely avoid things. She would treat it as a joke, but then would back down. Usually.
CLARI42: Trust me, I'm not some kind of homicidal maniac or anything. We can meet anywhere you want, any time you want.
Zim didn't reply for a long time. From what he had learned of Clari42, she didn't seem too harmful. But still, she was a human, and was not to be trusted. (What Zim didn't realize was that by continuing to IM with her, he had already started to trust her.) After a while, this response showed up on his computer screen.
CLARI42: And if you don't, I'll just have to hunt you down. *evil smile*
littlerobotGIR: How about Friday at 5?
CLARI42: That's a little too early. Try 6:30
CLARI42: Hey, where should we meet?
littlerobotGIR: Does MacMeaties sound good to you?
CLARI42: Sounds great. See ya then!
*CLARI42 has signed off*
Zim stared at the screen for a while after she had left. GIR ran around his chair a few times, but he didn't even notice. ("What have I gotten myself into?")
Anyway, on with the fic. And, as always, read and review.
"Iron Chef! Iron Chef!" GIR exclaimed as he ran at a high speed to the TV.
Zim glared at GIR as he ran by, then continued down to his lab. He found a window open on his computer's screen.
CLARI42: Hello? Hello?
CLARI42: Are you still there?
Zim decided to find out just who this 'clari42' was.
littlerobotGIR: Hello.
CLARI42: Oh, there you are. I was beginning to wonder what happened to you...
littlerobotGIR: I just got a little sidetracked. So,
Zim stopped for a moment, trying to think of something to say. He tried to remember what the kids at skool said to each other, although he didn't pay much attention. Finally, he remember one thing.
littlerobotGIR: What's up?
CLARI42: You aren't GIR, are you?
littlerobotGIR: Why do you say that? Of course I'm GIR
CLARI42: GIR would never be so coherent. You must be Zim.
Zim's mind raced. How much did Clari42 know? How much could he risk to learn? Only one way to find out.
littlerobotGIR: What do you mean by that?
CLARI42: Well, for starters, GIR would say something strange like "I can shrink!" or something like that.
CLARI42: And he talks about you and no one else, so I figured you two must be the only ones in your house
CLARI42: Am I right?
CLARI42: I'm right, aren't I?
Zim stared at the screen for moment. What should he say? Tenatively, he typed in a response.
littlerobotGIR: Maybe.
And so it began. They continued to IM, and Zim would often ask seemingly random questions in his attempts to sketch Clari42's character. And she would often be random right back, leading them both in circles that took forever to find the center of. Zim didn't know why, but he felt compelled to keep up with Clari42, to match her comments with his own. It almost became a competition of who could be the most random and still make sense. And then there was the face war, where Zim used the standard emoticons and Clari42 used the other type (^_^ ; -_- ; etc.), and the question mark war, where they spent 15 minutes seeing who could post more and more question marks before giving in and changing the subject. It was fun, in a strange way, and both enjoyed the sessions thoroughly.
But one day....
CLARI42: I want to meet you
littlerobotGIR: We talk here almost everyday
littlerobotGIR: What more do you want
CLARI42: I want to see you. In the flesh.
littlerobotGIR: ?
CLARI42: That's just an expression ^_~
CLARI42: Let's get together sometime
littlerobotGIR: Right. Sometime
CLARI42: Is next week good for you?
littlerobotGIR: no
CLARI42: The week after?
littlerobotGIR: no
CLARI42: Name the time, then. I'm free anytime
littlerobotGIR: How about never? Is never good for you?
CLARI42: ^_^ I sense hostility
This was how Clari42 often reacted when Zim tried to purposely avoid things. She would treat it as a joke, but then would back down. Usually.
CLARI42: Trust me, I'm not some kind of homicidal maniac or anything. We can meet anywhere you want, any time you want.
Zim didn't reply for a long time. From what he had learned of Clari42, she didn't seem too harmful. But still, she was a human, and was not to be trusted. (What Zim didn't realize was that by continuing to IM with her, he had already started to trust her.) After a while, this response showed up on his computer screen.
CLARI42: And if you don't, I'll just have to hunt you down. *evil smile*
littlerobotGIR: How about Friday at 5?
CLARI42: That's a little too early. Try 6:30
CLARI42: Hey, where should we meet?
littlerobotGIR: Does MacMeaties sound good to you?
CLARI42: Sounds great. See ya then!
*CLARI42 has signed off*
Zim stared at the screen for a while after she had left. GIR ran around his chair a few times, but he didn't even notice. ("What have I gotten myself into?")