SilverRogue: *is writing again, Nightshade glaring at her *
Nightshade: No matter how hard I try, SilverRogue is just too dumb to grasp this whole "plot" concept. Its' kinda sad. Well, here's chapter three. *glares dangerously at SilverRogue.* And this chapter had BETTER make the story make more sense.
SilverRogue: *smiles nervously* By the way, I STILL don't own Invader Zim, and by the way things are going, I probably never will.
Start Chapter Three
Gir was sitting on the living room couch, happily slurping a chocolate bubblegum brain freezie and watching TV. ~I love this Show~ He thought blissfully as the Weather Lady on the television talked about the thick fog that had settled upon the county a little after one. Having left the front door open after getting the brain freezie, Gir could clearly see how foggy it was. The thick haze obscured his vision to the point where he couldn't see the lawn gnomes.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! IT BUUUUUUUUURNS!!!!!!!" a panicked voice cried out, getting closer and closer. Gir smiled, instantly recognizing who it must be.
"HI MASTER!!!" He called blissfully, waving out into the fog. A few second later Zim ran into him, smoking slightly. Gir dimly noted that Zim was carrying a black bag. Zim slammed the door shut behind him and lay there gasping. After a few moments, his skin stopped smoking and he calmed down.
"This 'fog' is wretched! It's almost as bad as rain!" Zim raved, glaring out the window at the smoky mist, "I can't wait until we destroy this filthy.dirty.wormy world and it's evil fog!
"I like destroying!" Gir chirped happily, slurping his slushy loudly. He also liked the fog, but he didn't say anything about that. It reminded him of the foamy thing that soda does when you first open the can. That was good. Gir liked cola.
"GIR!" Zim snapped, bringing him to attention. He didn't like it when Zim yelled at him like that. "Gir, I need you to prepare one of the containment chambers! And hurry, we haven't much time!" Zim said, motioning to the black bag.
"Like a cage?" Gir asked, tilting his head slightly. He wanted to make sure he got the right idea so Zim wouldn't yell at him. He didn't like it when Zim was mad. For some reason, Zim got mad a lot. Gir briefly wondered why.
"Yes, Gir" Zim sighed, rubbing his forehead like he was getting a headache, "Like a cage."
"YES SIR!" Gir said, saluting his master before turning and skipping happily down to the lab. He momentary wondered what had been in Zim's black bag, but instantly forgot all about it when he saw his rubber piggy toy laying on the ground. Giggling insanely, cage forgotten, Gir ran over and started to play with his toy
End Chapter 3
SilverRogue: Am I doing good so far? Review or I will explode. That sometimes happens to me.
Nightshade: No matter how hard I try, SilverRogue is just too dumb to grasp this whole "plot" concept. Its' kinda sad. Well, here's chapter three. *glares dangerously at SilverRogue.* And this chapter had BETTER make the story make more sense.
SilverRogue: *smiles nervously* By the way, I STILL don't own Invader Zim, and by the way things are going, I probably never will.
Start Chapter Three
Gir was sitting on the living room couch, happily slurping a chocolate bubblegum brain freezie and watching TV. ~I love this Show~ He thought blissfully as the Weather Lady on the television talked about the thick fog that had settled upon the county a little after one. Having left the front door open after getting the brain freezie, Gir could clearly see how foggy it was. The thick haze obscured his vision to the point where he couldn't see the lawn gnomes.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! IT BUUUUUUUUURNS!!!!!!!" a panicked voice cried out, getting closer and closer. Gir smiled, instantly recognizing who it must be.
"HI MASTER!!!" He called blissfully, waving out into the fog. A few second later Zim ran into him, smoking slightly. Gir dimly noted that Zim was carrying a black bag. Zim slammed the door shut behind him and lay there gasping. After a few moments, his skin stopped smoking and he calmed down.
"This 'fog' is wretched! It's almost as bad as rain!" Zim raved, glaring out the window at the smoky mist, "I can't wait until we destroy this filthy.dirty.wormy world and it's evil fog!
"I like destroying!" Gir chirped happily, slurping his slushy loudly. He also liked the fog, but he didn't say anything about that. It reminded him of the foamy thing that soda does when you first open the can. That was good. Gir liked cola.
"GIR!" Zim snapped, bringing him to attention. He didn't like it when Zim yelled at him like that. "Gir, I need you to prepare one of the containment chambers! And hurry, we haven't much time!" Zim said, motioning to the black bag.
"Like a cage?" Gir asked, tilting his head slightly. He wanted to make sure he got the right idea so Zim wouldn't yell at him. He didn't like it when Zim was mad. For some reason, Zim got mad a lot. Gir briefly wondered why.
"Yes, Gir" Zim sighed, rubbing his forehead like he was getting a headache, "Like a cage."
"YES SIR!" Gir said, saluting his master before turning and skipping happily down to the lab. He momentary wondered what had been in Zim's black bag, but instantly forgot all about it when he saw his rubber piggy toy laying on the ground. Giggling insanely, cage forgotten, Gir ran over and started to play with his toy
End Chapter 3
SilverRogue: Am I doing good so far? Review or I will explode. That sometimes happens to me.