Twelve Things I'd do for you
by
~Miriah~of~the~Wind~
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A/N: I LOVE seagulls. Nobody diss the seagulls!!!!! When I was writing chapter 3 I was watching seagulls fly. I've always respected them and they never poop on me. (They did poop on a cheerleader who mocked Invader Zim. I think they like Invader Zim. They know who he is because I talk about Zim to my friends at the top of my lungs so they're bound to know everything about him.) GOD BLESS SEAGULLS.
Chapter 4: The Great Fanfictioner's attack
"Very Well.................I suppose." the director mumbled. Now one task was against him. But he smiled as he remember he had eleven tasks left.
"Now Zim," he said, "Look out the window again." Zim saw a plethora a authors from Fanfiction.net in rebel and demanding that Invader Zim be put on the air again.
"Good for them!" Zim replied. The director gave her a dirty look.
"I mean, um...how horrible." Zim said trying to sound understanding in a mocking sort of way.
"Quite." said director still sounding a little peeved. He reached into his desk and pulled out a small iron key.
" I want those children off my lot! I saw you talking to Invader Zim. Slit this key through the slot on the panel door and turn toward the left. It'll lower..........the cage." The director said as though the cage was harboring a monster. Zim gave him a disgusted look at being called children, took the small key from him, and contemplated it for a moment. She went out the door and to the right towards Invader Zim.
"I saw your seagull procession." Invader Zim said when he saw her, "Impressive, Very, Impressive."
Zim replied, "That's it? No applause?"
"I'd clap but I seem to be tied up at the moment." Zim turned to the panel in the wall, pushed a key in and turned it to the right. The cage lowered onto the bench and Zim could get a close up on Invader Zim. He looked starved, abused, and haggard but, even that still didn't break his Irken spirit.
"Whoa, Are you okay?" Zim asked when she saw him in this condition.
"Yeah, I'm cool. I'll be fine. You have to get more those keys and get me out of here!"
"Don't worry I'll come back for you!" Zim said. She ran to the elevator pushed the button to go all the way down and ran out into the parking lot. All of the Invader Zim chanters stopped and look right at Zim.
"Hey! Are you a Butt Ugly Martians fan?" one of them yelled. It was a stupid question. Zim was angered by stupid questions.
"Do I LOOK like a Butt Ugly Martians fan?" In case you haven't recall Zim was wearing boots, a trench coat, and an Invader Zim "PREPARE FOR SOME DOOM" T-shirt. The crowd mumble things like "Well, she does look like one." and "She could be disguising herself."
"Oh, C'mon. Test me if you have to." They murmured again about what questions would determine an Invader Zim fan.
"O.K. Your first question is. What's G.I.R. favorite T.V. show?" yelled the leader.
"Easy. G.I.R. loves all T.V. shows but his favorite so far known to man is 'The Scary Monkey Show'." Zim responded
"How do Irkens breath?" asked another.
"Through their eyes." replied Zim (If you've seen 'Rise of Zit boy' you'll notice that when Dib says he'll resist by closing his eyes, Zim's response is: "Oh, you'll open them. You have to breath sometime.")
"Who created Invader Zim?" was the final question.
"Easy. The most greatest person who ever lived: Jhonen Vasquez!"
The others nodded and agreed only a true Invader Zim fan would know Jhonen.
"What are you doing in the building?" The leader asked, "Are you going to blow up the building? Is Jhonen in there?"
"Don't worry! I'm not blowing up the building! I have to complete twelve tasks for the miserable Director-Earth Monkey. He wants me to get all of you out of here."
"What task are you on?" one of the authors asked.
"Ummmmm, the second one. But you have to or else."
"Or else what?" the crowd wondered out loud. Zim took a deep breath and told them the answer...............and they didn't like it.
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