Why Ztarlight Should Never Be In An SI
Chapter Two: You!
The other figure screamed in reply.
It was a male, with flawless olive-colored skin. He wore a wig of black, and contacts of deep blue - so deep they seemed violet. His outfit consisted of a red
dress-like suit, with pink sleeves, and gloves and boots of polished black leather. He glared at the brown-haired girl before him.
Ztarlight was so startled that she fell down. Panicked, she managed to shakily stand up. "...wha...you..."
He silenced her. "You still didn't answer my question." He stomped up to her so they were face-to-face. "What do you know about the Almighty Tallest?"
Ztarlight swallowed. Stuttering for words, her voice gave up on her, and all she could do was gesture before she sighed and passed out.
The other figure gasped. Glaring, he surveyed the fallen female with a twitching eye. "Stupid human...." he muttered. "She just *had* to fall asleep at such a
crucial point in my mission." He thought about what to do with the body. "I'm NOT bringing that...*thing* anywhere near my home!!... on the other hand, it
might look suspicious if I left her here..." Cursing in a foreign tongue under his breath, he grabbed Ztarlight by her shoulders and dragged her across the
street. "Oh! Geez, what does she *have* in that backpod?" He struggled. "Uh... remind yourself to destroy her when she wakes up."
The other figure managed to get Ztarlight to the house. Once safely inside he yelled, "GIR!"
A small, cyan-glowing anrdroid fell from the ceiling flat onto his face. "Yes, Master?" he said to the floor.
"Watch that." He pointed to Ztarlight's still figure. "I'm going downstars to get a proper cleaning. Who *knows* where that thing has been?!"
Gir switched to red mode. "Yes sir!" As soon as his master dissapeared, Gir turned blue again and began to rifle through Ztarlight's backback in search of...
well, in search of anything that he could find. He stumbled across papers with words and numbers, a rainbow gel-pen, and a Pikachu-shaped calculator before
discovering the remaints of the poor girl's lunch.
Moaning, Ztarlight opened one green-tinted eye and examined her suroundings. Gasping, she sat up and blinked a whole lot, staring in disbelief. (I'm...in the
house...) she thought. (He brought me in the house... with Gir, who... eating my snack?!) "Hey, you can't have that!"
Gir looked up in surprise. "She's awake!" he cried. He started running around the house, screaming. "She's awake!!" He peered down the garbage can. "Master,
she's awake!!"
The all-too-familiar figure rose from a hole in the floor. His appearance had changed; he had forgotten his disguise. Ztarlight gasped. (If I had any doubt before...)
"You..." came a shaky whisper.
"Eh? Me what?" He stalked closer to her. "Spit it out, meatbag!"
Ztarlight pointed to him in a frenzy of terror. "You're Zim!"
Zim flinched as if he had been struck. "What...what did you say?"
Ztarlight stood up, feeling braver than she had felt just a minute ago. "Your name is Zim... isn't it?"
"Why, yes, it is. I---" he stopped abruptly. "Wait. How do you know my name?!"
Ztarlight laughed nervously. "Trust me, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Then... you must be some kind of super human!!"
"...Excuse me?"
Zim grabbed her collar and pulled her to him. He was quite strong, in spite of his... not big-ness. "Tell me, puny stinkbeast," he breathed menacingly, "What is the
biggest weakness of Earth?"
(He's one to call *me* puny...) "As much as I'd love to tell you, I really have no idea whatsoever."
"You mean you don't know? What kind of human are you?"
"Caucasian, 5' 1", 15?"
".............get out."
Ztarlight scooped up her backpack off the floor. "Right! Right, I'm... getting out of your.... house to go to... mine. Ta!" She dashed out the door.
Zim watched curiously as Ztarlight ran down the front walkway. "Hmm... this one was oddly cooperative. Perhaps I'll do something not-as-bad to her when I enslave
everyone else. What do you think, Gir?"
Gir held up an empty package that he had stolen from Ztarlight's backpack. "She had cuuuupcaaaaakes....."
At the front door, Ztarlight fumbled with her key, dropping it about twenty times before she could slide it into the lock. As it turns out, the door was unlocked. (It figures.)
Ztarlight's younger sister, Sugarbaby, was calmly sitting on the couch cradling a bag of sugar in her arms. Every few seconds a spoon would appear, dive into the
bag, scoop up some sweet powdery treasure, and jet into her mouth - all in one fluid motion!
Sugarbaby looked up from her bag. "Oh, hey Ztar. Did you go to the store? I wish you could have told me first." She peered into her sugarbag. "This is almost halfway
gone, and I opened it five minutes ago!"
Ztarlight shook her head, panting and wheezing as she tried to catch her breath. "Don't tell me... you.... didn't see..."
"What? See what?"
Ztarlight gave a smug grin. "We have some new neighbors," she said sarcastically.
Sugarbaby twitched. "They're not like Besa, are they?" [A/N: Besa is my next-door-neighbor in real life. I have dreamed of her doom so many times, it's not funny.]
"No, not at all."
"Did you get their names?"
"I didn't even have to ask."
"You knew them already?"
"You know them, too!"
"I do?"
"ZIM!!!!"
Sugarbaby cocked her head. "Zim?"
Ztarlight struggled for words. "Yes! Zim has moved in into Echo Alley!!"
Sugarbaby started laughing. "Geez. If I thought you were obsessed before, I KNOW you're obsessed now!!"
"This isn't funny, Sug!"
Sugarbaby's laughing settled. "Of course not, Ztar. Listen, I need to go down to the store for more sugar bags. I *tell* Mom to buy more, but she thinks I don't
need it... little does *she* know. I'll be back in about 20." She grabbed her coat and left.
Ztarlight held her head. "I'm not going crazy... I'm not going crazy... My Zim obsession hasn't come to life.... I'm dreaming..." Muttering this over and over to herself,
she bounded the stairs to her room. In one swift move she was next to the T.V. where she kept all her treasures.
The tapes were gone.
"No..." The tapes were gone. Vanished. Non-existent. All the work that Ztarlight had done to tape every episode of Invader Zim had *literally* vanished into thin
air. Turning around, she saw that the Gir plushie she spent four weeks making had disappeared, along with her wickedly awesome black T-shirt with the Irken
logo on the front, with the words "They're Coming" in neon green on the back. She dove into her closet and saw that the foam sheet cutouts of Zim and Doggie-Gir
were gone, too! Screaming bloody murder, Ztarlight snatched her U.S. Navy sweatshirt and ran out of the house to inform her sister of what happened.
Chapter Two: You!
The other figure screamed in reply.
It was a male, with flawless olive-colored skin. He wore a wig of black, and contacts of deep blue - so deep they seemed violet. His outfit consisted of a red
dress-like suit, with pink sleeves, and gloves and boots of polished black leather. He glared at the brown-haired girl before him.
Ztarlight was so startled that she fell down. Panicked, she managed to shakily stand up. "...wha...you..."
He silenced her. "You still didn't answer my question." He stomped up to her so they were face-to-face. "What do you know about the Almighty Tallest?"
Ztarlight swallowed. Stuttering for words, her voice gave up on her, and all she could do was gesture before she sighed and passed out.
The other figure gasped. Glaring, he surveyed the fallen female with a twitching eye. "Stupid human...." he muttered. "She just *had* to fall asleep at such a
crucial point in my mission." He thought about what to do with the body. "I'm NOT bringing that...*thing* anywhere near my home!!... on the other hand, it
might look suspicious if I left her here..." Cursing in a foreign tongue under his breath, he grabbed Ztarlight by her shoulders and dragged her across the
street. "Oh! Geez, what does she *have* in that backpod?" He struggled. "Uh... remind yourself to destroy her when she wakes up."
The other figure managed to get Ztarlight to the house. Once safely inside he yelled, "GIR!"
A small, cyan-glowing anrdroid fell from the ceiling flat onto his face. "Yes, Master?" he said to the floor.
"Watch that." He pointed to Ztarlight's still figure. "I'm going downstars to get a proper cleaning. Who *knows* where that thing has been?!"
Gir switched to red mode. "Yes sir!" As soon as his master dissapeared, Gir turned blue again and began to rifle through Ztarlight's backback in search of...
well, in search of anything that he could find. He stumbled across papers with words and numbers, a rainbow gel-pen, and a Pikachu-shaped calculator before
discovering the remaints of the poor girl's lunch.
Moaning, Ztarlight opened one green-tinted eye and examined her suroundings. Gasping, she sat up and blinked a whole lot, staring in disbelief. (I'm...in the
house...) she thought. (He brought me in the house... with Gir, who... eating my snack?!) "Hey, you can't have that!"
Gir looked up in surprise. "She's awake!" he cried. He started running around the house, screaming. "She's awake!!" He peered down the garbage can. "Master,
she's awake!!"
The all-too-familiar figure rose from a hole in the floor. His appearance had changed; he had forgotten his disguise. Ztarlight gasped. (If I had any doubt before...)
"You..." came a shaky whisper.
"Eh? Me what?" He stalked closer to her. "Spit it out, meatbag!"
Ztarlight pointed to him in a frenzy of terror. "You're Zim!"
Zim flinched as if he had been struck. "What...what did you say?"
Ztarlight stood up, feeling braver than she had felt just a minute ago. "Your name is Zim... isn't it?"
"Why, yes, it is. I---" he stopped abruptly. "Wait. How do you know my name?!"
Ztarlight laughed nervously. "Trust me, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Then... you must be some kind of super human!!"
"...Excuse me?"
Zim grabbed her collar and pulled her to him. He was quite strong, in spite of his... not big-ness. "Tell me, puny stinkbeast," he breathed menacingly, "What is the
biggest weakness of Earth?"
(He's one to call *me* puny...) "As much as I'd love to tell you, I really have no idea whatsoever."
"You mean you don't know? What kind of human are you?"
"Caucasian, 5' 1", 15?"
".............get out."
Ztarlight scooped up her backpack off the floor. "Right! Right, I'm... getting out of your.... house to go to... mine. Ta!" She dashed out the door.
Zim watched curiously as Ztarlight ran down the front walkway. "Hmm... this one was oddly cooperative. Perhaps I'll do something not-as-bad to her when I enslave
everyone else. What do you think, Gir?"
Gir held up an empty package that he had stolen from Ztarlight's backpack. "She had cuuuupcaaaaakes....."
At the front door, Ztarlight fumbled with her key, dropping it about twenty times before she could slide it into the lock. As it turns out, the door was unlocked. (It figures.)
Ztarlight's younger sister, Sugarbaby, was calmly sitting on the couch cradling a bag of sugar in her arms. Every few seconds a spoon would appear, dive into the
bag, scoop up some sweet powdery treasure, and jet into her mouth - all in one fluid motion!
Sugarbaby looked up from her bag. "Oh, hey Ztar. Did you go to the store? I wish you could have told me first." She peered into her sugarbag. "This is almost halfway
gone, and I opened it five minutes ago!"
Ztarlight shook her head, panting and wheezing as she tried to catch her breath. "Don't tell me... you.... didn't see..."
"What? See what?"
Ztarlight gave a smug grin. "We have some new neighbors," she said sarcastically.
Sugarbaby twitched. "They're not like Besa, are they?" [A/N: Besa is my next-door-neighbor in real life. I have dreamed of her doom so many times, it's not funny.]
"No, not at all."
"Did you get their names?"
"I didn't even have to ask."
"You knew them already?"
"You know them, too!"
"I do?"
"ZIM!!!!"
Sugarbaby cocked her head. "Zim?"
Ztarlight struggled for words. "Yes! Zim has moved in into Echo Alley!!"
Sugarbaby started laughing. "Geez. If I thought you were obsessed before, I KNOW you're obsessed now!!"
"This isn't funny, Sug!"
Sugarbaby's laughing settled. "Of course not, Ztar. Listen, I need to go down to the store for more sugar bags. I *tell* Mom to buy more, but she thinks I don't
need it... little does *she* know. I'll be back in about 20." She grabbed her coat and left.
Ztarlight held her head. "I'm not going crazy... I'm not going crazy... My Zim obsession hasn't come to life.... I'm dreaming..." Muttering this over and over to herself,
she bounded the stairs to her room. In one swift move she was next to the T.V. where she kept all her treasures.
The tapes were gone.
"No..." The tapes were gone. Vanished. Non-existent. All the work that Ztarlight had done to tape every episode of Invader Zim had *literally* vanished into thin
air. Turning around, she saw that the Gir plushie she spent four weeks making had disappeared, along with her wickedly awesome black T-shirt with the Irken
logo on the front, with the words "They're Coming" in neon green on the back. She dove into her closet and saw that the foam sheet cutouts of Zim and Doggie-Gir
were gone, too! Screaming bloody murder, Ztarlight snatched her U.S. Navy sweatshirt and ran out of the house to inform her sister of what happened.
