Disclaimer: I don't own Pop Tarts, but I wish I was the genius that invented them cause their really, really good.
Getting
out of the shower, Gaz decided that she would put off going into her dad's lab as
long as possible. There was no telling what she would do, if she had the chance
to destroy everything that he ever did, including herself.
Walking
into her room, she went to the closet and pulled out a clean pair of sleek
black jeans and a nice black sweater. After taking those out of the closet she
got dressed quickly. Then, she went over to her mirror and started to brush her
long violet hair. This took a long time seeing as her hair was now so long that
it reached all the way down to the bottom of her back. Finally, after what…half
an hour, she finished combing out her hair. She was using a wide toothed comb
that's the only reason it took so long.
Looking
at the clock she saw that it was only 8:17 still early.
"Zim,"
Gaz said somewhat happily, yet somewhat angrily, when she saw that Zim was
online.
Zim-
I'm going over to your house today. I
have to get something. I miss you. It's been lonely here without Dib around.
-Gaz
Gaz quickly hit the send button and turned off the computer before he could reply. She grabbed the pony-tale holder. Then, pulled her hair into a messy bun.
Picking
up some pictures off of her nightstand, she shoved them into her backpack. One
slipped down onto the floor before she could catch it though. When she bent down
to pick it up, she saw that it was a picture of she and Zim at the arcade last
summer. They looked so happy, playing 'Demon Killers' together.
"Ha, I killed fifteen more demons than you," Zim teased letting his defense" down just enough for a demon to kill him.
"Now, who's score's better," Gaz teased back when the game ended proving that she had killed twenty more than Zim had.
"How?"
Zim said simply.
"You
gotta watch your back," Gaz explained with a laugh as they went on to the next
game.
A tear
slipped down Gaz's face as she shoved the picture into her bag with the others
and ran downstairs to the kitchen. Opening up one of the cabinets, Gaz pulled
out five boxes of Pop Tarts. Looking at them she was happy to see that they
were all the apple cinnamon flavor.
"At
least Dib got me the right kind of Pop Tarts," Gaz said putting them into the
duffle bag.
Slowly,
Gaz walked down the stairs towards her dad's lab. She stopped right before
entering and just stood there for a few minutes. Then, finally, she hesitantly
went in.
It
was pitch black. But Gaz easily found her way to the light switch on the right
wall. She had been down many times during her child hood while Dib and her dad
were gone. But this was the only time she had gone down there without her
friend Fpc.
"Now,
Gaz, while Dib and I are at the science fair, stay out of the lab," Professor
Membrane said to five year old Gaz.
"Yes,
daddy," Gaz replied before going back to her Game Slave.
As
soon as the door shut, Gaz ran up to her room and pulled a silver painted shoe
box out from under her bed. Quickly she pulled the cover off to reveal a robot
like Gir except it was in a freaky purple cat costume instead of a freaky green
dog costume.
"Hello,
Fpc," Gaz said in an extra sweet voice after she flipped the little robot
thingy on.
"Hi,
Gazzy," Fpc said with a big smile on her kitty face.
"Ok,
Fpc, time for your weekly update," Gaz said walking down to her father's lab.
Fpc
closely followed her. When they got to the locked door of Professor Membrane's
lab, Gaz took a hair clip from her hair and slid it into a little hole in the
higher part of the door. The door unlocked and opened for her with much ease.
It was pitch black, but Gaz walked half way down the wall to her left and
flipped the light on.
She worked on Fpc for hours till she heard Dib and her dad pull up in the driveway.
The
room was a mess. Lying around the room were many tools, papers, and many of
Professor Membrane's inventions. She and Dib never got around to picking it up
after what happened that winter.
~*~*~*~*~
Annoying End of the Story Author's Note:
HeeHee. I just couldn't resist leaving it off like that. I luv suspense.
~~~~~(@@)~~~~~
Hey Fpc is a reference
to a new story I'm working on that's total stupidity; it's called "A Story of
Stupidity" or "Don't Stub Your Toe When You Get Up In The Morning" stupid
title, yes, I know. But, n-e-way, Fpc is much like Gir, the only difference is
that she is a she, and she dresses up as a purple cat instead of a green dog,
but you probably already knew that. ^_^
~~~~~(@review answer time@)~~~~~
Spectra: thanks that makes me happy
that some-1 wants to see what's going to happen next. ^_^
Katharine:
y wouldn't she care if Dib died, even thou he may annoy her, he's still her
brother. Zagr to come. ^_^
Zinfindale_SaraghGAZfan: Dib is dead.
That's the one thing that's not going to change. I think you're confused with
my flashbacks. When I put them into web page format they were in italics and
all that kind of stuff. But for some reason that didn't come out. When it goes
from 1 thing to another like that it's a letter or a flashback. ^_^
LittleWren: it will be angst. And the
ending hasn't come yet. And that remark about the stupid ending did not make me
happy.
Ztarlight: thaks. That makes me happy
that you think that. ^_^
Invader Miraza: yeah!! U love it that
makes me so happy. ^_^
Micer: what's hoeky style? Tanks I like to know that I'm at a good start.
^_^
The Dark Jaguar: it's supposed to be
somewhat odd. And what does interesante mean? ^_^
~~~~~(@to be continued…
