Invader Zim Meets Britney Spears
Chapter Two: Meet Me At Skool
Ztarlight approached her skool later that morning. She had barelt slept a wink in her paranioa, and now could hardly keep her eyes open. It was
hard enough trying to walk to homeroom, so of course she wouldn't notice the new student...
The azure-eyed girl standing nearby watched Ztarlight walk by with interest. (Hmm...it's not everyday you attend the same skool as a cyborg... wait
a second. Cyborg? What kind of skool IS this?) "It must be a skool where worlds clash - including the world of FF.net!!" The blonde-haired girl took
a deep breath. "Hey Ztarlight!"
Ztarlight looked ot her left with bloodshot eyes. (Huh...? Who's that? And how does she know my name...?!) "CryingChild...?" Ztarlight mutttered in
disbelief. "Izzat yoo?"
"Tat's me, alright... hey Ztar, are you alright? You look pretty tired."
Ztarlight smiled. "Well, sleep has been avoiding me lately."
CryingChild nodded. "Tell me more."
"Weeeell... this might sound a bit farfetched, but..." the brown-haired cyborg took a deep breath. "Zim moved to my neighborhhod, Dib attends
skool with my little sister, and then I started to become a human-cyborg, much like my alter-ego on fanfiction.net. The reason I haven't slept too
easy over the past few nights is because I had a theory that the ZimWorld clashes would affect other authors, too." Ztarlight looked CryingChild up
and down. "You look pretty real to me, which basically proved my theories correct."
CryingChild nodded again, slowly absorbing the data into her brain. "I get it... which means that there might be other authors here, too! But how
come we're all sucked into your reality? Why wouldn't we come to mine?"
Ztarlight examined the building around her. "We're not in my reality. Slowly, our worlds are merging with Zim's, connecting the IZ cast to anyone
and their reality... This is NOT what my school looked like a few weeks ago."
"So you mean that your reality and my reality have clashed with Zim's?"
"Yup."
"Wow..." CryingChild nodded confidently. "That means we have to find whoever else might be here."
"But how do we do that?" Ztarlight asked. "Skool hasn't even started yet. how can we go find anybody?"
"You're writing this thing. Make it happen."
"Oh, yeah."
Through the power of Ztarlight's mighty keyboard, it is suddenly lunchtime, and CryingChild and Ztarlight are navigating through the cafeteria, with
the hope of finding another fanfic author.
"Hey," CryingChild asked, "Who's *that*?"
Ztarlight looked to who CryingChild was pointing at. She was a tall, skinny blonde with bright, happy blue eyes. She sat alone at a small table by
the window, staring longingly outside, as if she wondered why she was here. "I think it's... the Slayer..."
The two approached the young girl. "Excuse me," Ztarlight said. "You wouldn't be the Slayer by any chance, would you?"
The girl smiled. "Why, yes I am. And you wouldn't be Ztarlight, would you?"
"That's me..."
Slayer nodded. "And... CryingChild?" she asked, turning to the other girl.
CryingChild smiled back. "The one and only!"
"Good," Slayer said, leaning back in her chair; "For a while there, I thought I was alone."
"Nope. We're here too..." CryingChild explained how everything had happened.
"I still wonder how our worlds merged..." Ztarlight pondered aloud.
"IT'S YOUR FIC!!" Slayer and CryingChild cried at the same time.
Ztarlight sweatdropped. "Oh, yeah..."
"Hey Ztar? You have this caf? YAY!!"
Ztarlight turned around at the voice. "Wha--- Rose?!?! SQUEE!!!" Ztarlight ran to give her bestest firned a big hug. "I though you went to a different
skool."
"Uh, so did we," Slayer reminded her, "and we're here also."
"So you are..." Ztarlight said, sweatdropping.
Before anyone knew it, the last bell had rung for the day, and everyone could go home. Everyone, that is, except Ztarlight, CryingChild, Rose, and
the Slayer.
They had a job to do.
Chapter Two: Meet Me At Skool
Ztarlight approached her skool later that morning. She had barelt slept a wink in her paranioa, and now could hardly keep her eyes open. It was
hard enough trying to walk to homeroom, so of course she wouldn't notice the new student...
The azure-eyed girl standing nearby watched Ztarlight walk by with interest. (Hmm...it's not everyday you attend the same skool as a cyborg... wait
a second. Cyborg? What kind of skool IS this?) "It must be a skool where worlds clash - including the world of FF.net!!" The blonde-haired girl took
a deep breath. "Hey Ztarlight!"
Ztarlight looked ot her left with bloodshot eyes. (Huh...? Who's that? And how does she know my name...?!) "CryingChild...?" Ztarlight mutttered in
disbelief. "Izzat yoo?"
"Tat's me, alright... hey Ztar, are you alright? You look pretty tired."
Ztarlight smiled. "Well, sleep has been avoiding me lately."
CryingChild nodded. "Tell me more."
"Weeeell... this might sound a bit farfetched, but..." the brown-haired cyborg took a deep breath. "Zim moved to my neighborhhod, Dib attends
skool with my little sister, and then I started to become a human-cyborg, much like my alter-ego on fanfiction.net. The reason I haven't slept too
easy over the past few nights is because I had a theory that the ZimWorld clashes would affect other authors, too." Ztarlight looked CryingChild up
and down. "You look pretty real to me, which basically proved my theories correct."
CryingChild nodded again, slowly absorbing the data into her brain. "I get it... which means that there might be other authors here, too! But how
come we're all sucked into your reality? Why wouldn't we come to mine?"
Ztarlight examined the building around her. "We're not in my reality. Slowly, our worlds are merging with Zim's, connecting the IZ cast to anyone
and their reality... This is NOT what my school looked like a few weeks ago."
"So you mean that your reality and my reality have clashed with Zim's?"
"Yup."
"Wow..." CryingChild nodded confidently. "That means we have to find whoever else might be here."
"But how do we do that?" Ztarlight asked. "Skool hasn't even started yet. how can we go find anybody?"
"You're writing this thing. Make it happen."
"Oh, yeah."
Through the power of Ztarlight's mighty keyboard, it is suddenly lunchtime, and CryingChild and Ztarlight are navigating through the cafeteria, with
the hope of finding another fanfic author.
"Hey," CryingChild asked, "Who's *that*?"
Ztarlight looked to who CryingChild was pointing at. She was a tall, skinny blonde with bright, happy blue eyes. She sat alone at a small table by
the window, staring longingly outside, as if she wondered why she was here. "I think it's... the Slayer..."
The two approached the young girl. "Excuse me," Ztarlight said. "You wouldn't be the Slayer by any chance, would you?"
The girl smiled. "Why, yes I am. And you wouldn't be Ztarlight, would you?"
"That's me..."
Slayer nodded. "And... CryingChild?" she asked, turning to the other girl.
CryingChild smiled back. "The one and only!"
"Good," Slayer said, leaning back in her chair; "For a while there, I thought I was alone."
"Nope. We're here too..." CryingChild explained how everything had happened.
"I still wonder how our worlds merged..." Ztarlight pondered aloud.
"IT'S YOUR FIC!!" Slayer and CryingChild cried at the same time.
Ztarlight sweatdropped. "Oh, yeah..."
"Hey Ztar? You have this caf? YAY!!"
Ztarlight turned around at the voice. "Wha--- Rose?!?! SQUEE!!!" Ztarlight ran to give her bestest firned a big hug. "I though you went to a different
skool."
"Uh, so did we," Slayer reminded her, "and we're here also."
"So you are..." Ztarlight said, sweatdropping.
Before anyone knew it, the last bell had rung for the day, and everyone could go home. Everyone, that is, except Ztarlight, CryingChild, Rose, and
the Slayer.
They had a job to do.
