Twelve Things I'd do for you

by

~Miriah~of~the~Wind~

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Chapter 5: The Encounter

Zim came back to the directors office from the parking lot. She was tired from defending herself in hand-to-hand combat and her eardrums were still ringing from all the yelling and worrying and complaining. Zim wasn't in a good mood either. Even though around 75% of the fanfic authors protected her from the others, the greatest self-esteem kill for her was that her own kind doesn't believe in her. She sighed and told the sea-gulled covered director the task was completed.

"Wow." He said sarcastically, "What a surprise." The seagulls ate his donuts, drank his coffee, and were still picking off seafood scraps of the evil director.

"Now, Zim, we need a way to conserve energy."

"Don't worry I'm on it!" Zim saluted and the director gave her another key. Zim walked out the door and the director was about to hit a seagull that was sleeping on his head when Zim walked back in, stopped him in time, and smacked him on the face.

"DO. NOT. TOUCH. THE. SEAGULLS! OR SUFFER MY WRATH!!!!!" Zim's voice echoed so that the other side of the country could hear her. Then she walked out of the office and into the elevator. Zim took the elevator all the way down to the first level and grabbed a pair of scissors. Zim took the elevator all the way to level 16. She walked in the Butt-Ugly Martians studio. The creator had just finished another one of his masterpieces as he called it.(A/N: I rather have flies eat off my food, toss it in the garbage can, and then eat it before I watch a Butt-Ugly Martians show.) Just as he was about to save the screen went blank. He wheeled around in his chair and saw that Zim cut the power with a pair of scissors. He looked back at the screen with the perfect mixture of agony, horror, and rage. 50 episodes of 'The Butt-Ugly Martians' show had gone down the drain.

"You know, Jhonen ALWAYS saves his computer after each Invader Zim episode."

The creator groaned, "Let me take a wild guess. You're an 'Invader Zim' Fan."

"Yeah, what's it to you?" Zim snapped. The creator turned around to face her.

"Can't your kind just learn to admit it that MY show is the superior one, not Jhonen's." The creator said Jhonen as though he was jealous and trying to cover it up. Zim fought the deep urge to rip the guys throat out and hang him from it.

"If your greater than Jhonen then how come nobody but you and Nickelodeon have made a web site? If 'The Butt Ugly Martians' is superior to 'Invader Zim' then why on Fanfiction.net is there only 2 stories about them and over 1,000 of Zim? If you're the Master of fictional creation then how come nobody knows who you are but every teen-age girl in the United States is gawking over Jhonen Vasquez?"

[A/N: For those of you who haven't read my bio (Though you should!)I don't mean gawking as a bad thing. I LOVE Jhonen so don't flame me. My greatest fear of making stories is being flame. I sensitive when it comes to my work.]

The creator of the Butt-Ugly Martians show gave our heroine a look that almost said 'How dare you compare me to that GOTH!!' He face quickly turn to a smile and he said, "I'll make you a deal. You tell me Jhonen's secret to his popularity and I'll give you five keys. That means you only have four to do! Deal?"



A/N: SHOULD ZIM BETRAY HER IDOL?!?! WILL 'THE BUTT UGLY MARTIANS' BECOME MORE POPULAR THAN 'INVADER ZIM'?

FIND OUT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER.

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