Twelve Things I'd do for you
by
~Miriah~of~the~Wind~
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Chapter 2: Face to Face
A/N: This part of the story gets a little tricky. When the story says "Zim" I mean the girl trying to buy the show but when it says "Invader Zim" that refers to every ones favorite Irken Invader.
The man at the chair thought for a real long time. Zim, who had as much patience as the real Invader Zim, asked "So, can I buy it?"
"I'll make you a deal." he replied with a grin on his face, "Since we've canceled Invader Zim, many things have been happening. Bad things. If you could solve 12 of my problems I think that'll be enough to get your T.V. show then, but if you should fail....." Zim gasped as she only wonder what horrors he would come up with, "then you and anyone else who are fan's of Mr. Vasquez's work must covert to be fans of the "The Butt Ugly Martians Show" forever!"
Zim replied breathlessly in a mixture rage and disgust, "You.....are........SICK."
"Do we have a deal than?" Still smiling as though he expected this kind of reaction from her. Two fates of destiny battled in Zim's mind. On one hand if she failed not only did Zim had to convert but so would everyone else. On the other hand if she succeeded she would save the world's favorite show. If she walked away, she saved everyone else from a horrible fate, but what would they do to the Invader Zim episodes? Burn them? She couldn't let that happen.
"Deal." She reached out her hand and shook on it.
"Now, you see that parking lot?" the director said. Zim nodded numbly. She had a sick feeling in her stomach.
"I've always have a problem with seagulls there." the director continued on, "If you could fix it so that they would all leave then that would count as your first complete task." Zim left the office and shut the door quietly. She walked down the hallway towards the elevator and took a right where there was a bench where one could sit on and look out a window toward the north. Zim went over and sat on the bench. With a great deal of thought she realized what her sick feeling was. That she put the living styles of everyone else in danger. For people obsessed as much as her, that might put their very lives in danger. All on a bet that she didn't know she could do.
"Oh, C'mon!" said a voice above her. Zim looked up and saw the real Invader Zim chained in ten different ways. Plus the cage was locked and, as Zim discovered by looking at a panel to the side of the wall, to lower the cage would probably take a key too. Zim just stood there her mouth gapping over.
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