Hello! No I am not dead!! I can't believe it myself that the last update was way back in
March and its already August! I have a valid excuse however. A: I was depressed over
losing my best friend. (Thank you all so much for your condolences BTW. I appreciate
it very much. I still miss Spike very much.) And B: I had to work very hard to get my
High School diploma. I did it though. I tell ya it isn't easy to be in High School and
Collage at the same time!!
Wow that was off topic.
Anyway, please enjoy this installment of "Alien Inside".
Disclaimer: Invader Zim is owned by Jhonen Vasquez. "Happy Together" is copyright
1967 by The Turtles.
*
"Imagine me and you, I do. I think about you day and night. It's only right to
think about the pig you love…" "Gir." "and squeeze it tight." "Gir…" "So happy
TOGETHEEEEEEER!" Gir was dancing around in Zim's lab, holding a small live pig
high above his head. He was singing rather loudly, that last word being rather high-
pitched. Zim really didn't appreciate the robot's antics. "GIR!" "Yes?" In paying
attention to his master, he didn't notice he was losing his grip on the pig, and thus
dropping the pig behind him. The pig gave a loud annoyed oink at this, because he really
disliked smashing face first onto the floor.
"Stop that noisemaking!" Zim was exasperated. But it wasn't very long at all
before he said "He's planning something Gir! I can smell it." His brilliant half-plan had
failed. Zim figured that his enemy must be planning something. "But what is it." What
was that earth boy trying to pull?
"I must know!" "So… Why don't you ask him?" "What?!" Zim shot a look at
Gir. Gir was sitting on the floor wrapping the pig's face with a gauze bandage. "You
know silly! Go over to Dib's house and ask." Zim pondered this for a moment. "It
might be a trap." "But you'll never know if you don't go! Duh!" By now the pig's head
was wrapped like a mummy. Only the eyes and the mouth were still visible. Gir started
to wrap the rest of the pig.
Zim was considering the words of his neurotic robot. Gir had a point. Zim made
a decision. Zim started to gather a few supplies. "I shall go to the Dib-human's house. I
will be prepared for any possible trap that earth-monkey may have. But I will do more
than simply find out about his plan. Oh yes, much more. For you see Gir, I will not only
discover what his plan is, but I shall sabotage it."
At the thought of sabotaging Dib's plan, Zim laughed. The maniacal laughing
looked like fun, so Gir joined in. "Gir!" "Yes!" "I will need you to guard the base while
I'm gone. This whole thing may just be a ruse to lure me away from the base. However I
suspect it is a far greater scheme than simply that. Never the less, I need you to make
sure that absolutely no one enters the base until I return. Understand?" "Yes master!"
Zim donned his disguise. He, Gir, and the pig rode the lift to the main level. "If I
call for back-up, make sure the base is secure first. Now…" by this point they were at the
front door. Zim put a hand on the doorknob. He pointed his other finger in the air and
exclaimed "I'm off!" With that said he left.
Gir stood looking at the door for a minute. He put his green dog disguise on. He
strapped on a pair of faerie wings. Gir looked to his friend, who was completely wrapped
in gauze bandages. "Let's go to a nightclub Pig!"
Dib had spent that afternoon still trying to sort the thoughts in his head. He knew
that most humans went through an identity crisis during their adolescent years. What
would his be like? Come to think of it, he was going through one now.
Who was he? Dib had thought he had known. But with the information his father
had shared, Dib didn't know any more. At least he knew he was not entirely inhuman.
And at least his father wasn't an evil kind of alien scourge like Zim was. But the concept
of an alien that was not trying to take over the earth was new to Dib.
Out of curiosity, Dib had even taken an x-acto knife to the back of his left hand.
He wanted to see if the part about him having a false skin was true. Dib realized this was
stupid however, when all he saw was blood. (Not to mention it hurt like the dickens!)
His father had helped him bandage his hand.
"You shouldn't go hacking your disguise apart son." Membrane chided. "Of
course it has limited regeneration capabilities, you could scrape your knee and not ever
see your real skin. But it is not indestructible. I have already told you it will eventually
tear apart. I haven't been able to come up with a way to make a more durable disguise
you yet, never mind for myself. It is because I haven't been able to make a new disguise
for myself that I must wear a lab coat with such a high collar. I don't mind so much as it
is similar to my old pilot's uniform, but there are times I wish I could just wear a plain
old t-shirt. I have no idea how much of your disguise will be left intact. If you are
extremely lucky you might be able to dress normally, just you'd need gloves. Or at
worse it will be completely useless." Membrane finished bandaging his son's hand, and
then patted him on the head. "But that is still a few years away son. I have some work to
do, so why don't you rest for now and maybe later go play outside."
Dib thought about what his father had said. Up until now he had not thought
about what this all meant for his future. Just how bad would the damage to his skin
eventually be? Would he have to cover up so much he had to move to Siberia? If he was
part Irken, would he still be able to fulfill his dream of being a paranormal investigator?
Was there work for paranormal investigators in Siberia? He was sure if his father was
able to pose as human, surely he would be able to overcome the difficulties his situation
presented right? Dib wasn't so sure. And all this extra worrying he had been doing was
giving him a headache. He lay back on the couch, and fell asleep.
That evening Dib was awoken by the doorbell. He didn't want to get up off of the
couch. It rang again. "Would somebody get that!" He heard is sister yell from upstairs.
He sighed. The doorbell rang yet again. "Fine! I'll get it!" He reluctantly stood up and
went to the door.
As soon as Dib had the door open a crack, it was violently shoved open. The
force sent him flying backwards, landing on his behind for the second evening in a row.
Standing in his front doorway, was Zim. "Allright Dib." Zim said. He slammed the door
without even glancing behind him. "I know you are up to something." "What the hell
are you talking about Zim?" Zim took a step towards Dib. "You know what I mean stink
monkey!" Dib slowly stood up. "Uhh, no. I don't actually." "I am not toying with you
Dib! You will tell me now!" Zim was now walking to Dib again. "I don't know what
you are talking about! Get the hell out of my house!" "You lie! You will tell mee!"
Zim hollered this as he dove at Dib, pushing him to the ground. "That's it Zim! It's go
time!"
Thus started a rough round of wrestling between Zim and Dib. Even after ten
minutes it was not clear who would eventually be the victor. While Zim was attempting
to choke Dib with his own trench coat, Dib attempted to scratch out Zim's contacts. It
was a mess. They rolled around on the floor trying to annihilate each other. But in
reality they were looking like fools.
"Dib, I know you are still a little upset so I've brought you some milk and.." Dib
and Zim halted their scuffle as Prof. Membrane walked in from the kitchen bearing a
tray. Prof. Membrane also stopped talking abruptly when he saw the two on the floor.
Zim was straddled on Dib's back and pulling on Dib's scythe like hair, his own wig
dangerously askew. For his part Dib had his teeth clamped around Zim's left ankle.
Prof. Membrane was so stunned to see them paused is this awkward position that he
dropped the tray. "...cookies."
*
Wasn't that fun kids? Lets do it again real soon. Of course if you can't wait that long
you could read my other fics. *Shameless Plug*
Did you know?: Rejected titles for this story include "I, Membrane" and "The Legend of
Invader Mem". There was even a rejected chapter where Membrane takes Dib to Join
AA. That's right, Aliens Anonymous!
March and its already August! I have a valid excuse however. A: I was depressed over
losing my best friend. (Thank you all so much for your condolences BTW. I appreciate
it very much. I still miss Spike very much.) And B: I had to work very hard to get my
High School diploma. I did it though. I tell ya it isn't easy to be in High School and
Collage at the same time!!
Wow that was off topic.
Anyway, please enjoy this installment of "Alien Inside".
Disclaimer: Invader Zim is owned by Jhonen Vasquez. "Happy Together" is copyright
1967 by The Turtles.
*
"Imagine me and you, I do. I think about you day and night. It's only right to
think about the pig you love…" "Gir." "and squeeze it tight." "Gir…" "So happy
TOGETHEEEEEEER!" Gir was dancing around in Zim's lab, holding a small live pig
high above his head. He was singing rather loudly, that last word being rather high-
pitched. Zim really didn't appreciate the robot's antics. "GIR!" "Yes?" In paying
attention to his master, he didn't notice he was losing his grip on the pig, and thus
dropping the pig behind him. The pig gave a loud annoyed oink at this, because he really
disliked smashing face first onto the floor.
"Stop that noisemaking!" Zim was exasperated. But it wasn't very long at all
before he said "He's planning something Gir! I can smell it." His brilliant half-plan had
failed. Zim figured that his enemy must be planning something. "But what is it." What
was that earth boy trying to pull?
"I must know!" "So… Why don't you ask him?" "What?!" Zim shot a look at
Gir. Gir was sitting on the floor wrapping the pig's face with a gauze bandage. "You
know silly! Go over to Dib's house and ask." Zim pondered this for a moment. "It
might be a trap." "But you'll never know if you don't go! Duh!" By now the pig's head
was wrapped like a mummy. Only the eyes and the mouth were still visible. Gir started
to wrap the rest of the pig.
Zim was considering the words of his neurotic robot. Gir had a point. Zim made
a decision. Zim started to gather a few supplies. "I shall go to the Dib-human's house. I
will be prepared for any possible trap that earth-monkey may have. But I will do more
than simply find out about his plan. Oh yes, much more. For you see Gir, I will not only
discover what his plan is, but I shall sabotage it."
At the thought of sabotaging Dib's plan, Zim laughed. The maniacal laughing
looked like fun, so Gir joined in. "Gir!" "Yes!" "I will need you to guard the base while
I'm gone. This whole thing may just be a ruse to lure me away from the base. However I
suspect it is a far greater scheme than simply that. Never the less, I need you to make
sure that absolutely no one enters the base until I return. Understand?" "Yes master!"
Zim donned his disguise. He, Gir, and the pig rode the lift to the main level. "If I
call for back-up, make sure the base is secure first. Now…" by this point they were at the
front door. Zim put a hand on the doorknob. He pointed his other finger in the air and
exclaimed "I'm off!" With that said he left.
Gir stood looking at the door for a minute. He put his green dog disguise on. He
strapped on a pair of faerie wings. Gir looked to his friend, who was completely wrapped
in gauze bandages. "Let's go to a nightclub Pig!"
Dib had spent that afternoon still trying to sort the thoughts in his head. He knew
that most humans went through an identity crisis during their adolescent years. What
would his be like? Come to think of it, he was going through one now.
Who was he? Dib had thought he had known. But with the information his father
had shared, Dib didn't know any more. At least he knew he was not entirely inhuman.
And at least his father wasn't an evil kind of alien scourge like Zim was. But the concept
of an alien that was not trying to take over the earth was new to Dib.
Out of curiosity, Dib had even taken an x-acto knife to the back of his left hand.
He wanted to see if the part about him having a false skin was true. Dib realized this was
stupid however, when all he saw was blood. (Not to mention it hurt like the dickens!)
His father had helped him bandage his hand.
"You shouldn't go hacking your disguise apart son." Membrane chided. "Of
course it has limited regeneration capabilities, you could scrape your knee and not ever
see your real skin. But it is not indestructible. I have already told you it will eventually
tear apart. I haven't been able to come up with a way to make a more durable disguise
you yet, never mind for myself. It is because I haven't been able to make a new disguise
for myself that I must wear a lab coat with such a high collar. I don't mind so much as it
is similar to my old pilot's uniform, but there are times I wish I could just wear a plain
old t-shirt. I have no idea how much of your disguise will be left intact. If you are
extremely lucky you might be able to dress normally, just you'd need gloves. Or at
worse it will be completely useless." Membrane finished bandaging his son's hand, and
then patted him on the head. "But that is still a few years away son. I have some work to
do, so why don't you rest for now and maybe later go play outside."
Dib thought about what his father had said. Up until now he had not thought
about what this all meant for his future. Just how bad would the damage to his skin
eventually be? Would he have to cover up so much he had to move to Siberia? If he was
part Irken, would he still be able to fulfill his dream of being a paranormal investigator?
Was there work for paranormal investigators in Siberia? He was sure if his father was
able to pose as human, surely he would be able to overcome the difficulties his situation
presented right? Dib wasn't so sure. And all this extra worrying he had been doing was
giving him a headache. He lay back on the couch, and fell asleep.
That evening Dib was awoken by the doorbell. He didn't want to get up off of the
couch. It rang again. "Would somebody get that!" He heard is sister yell from upstairs.
He sighed. The doorbell rang yet again. "Fine! I'll get it!" He reluctantly stood up and
went to the door.
As soon as Dib had the door open a crack, it was violently shoved open. The
force sent him flying backwards, landing on his behind for the second evening in a row.
Standing in his front doorway, was Zim. "Allright Dib." Zim said. He slammed the door
without even glancing behind him. "I know you are up to something." "What the hell
are you talking about Zim?" Zim took a step towards Dib. "You know what I mean stink
monkey!" Dib slowly stood up. "Uhh, no. I don't actually." "I am not toying with you
Dib! You will tell me now!" Zim was now walking to Dib again. "I don't know what
you are talking about! Get the hell out of my house!" "You lie! You will tell mee!"
Zim hollered this as he dove at Dib, pushing him to the ground. "That's it Zim! It's go
time!"
Thus started a rough round of wrestling between Zim and Dib. Even after ten
minutes it was not clear who would eventually be the victor. While Zim was attempting
to choke Dib with his own trench coat, Dib attempted to scratch out Zim's contacts. It
was a mess. They rolled around on the floor trying to annihilate each other. But in
reality they were looking like fools.
"Dib, I know you are still a little upset so I've brought you some milk and.." Dib
and Zim halted their scuffle as Prof. Membrane walked in from the kitchen bearing a
tray. Prof. Membrane also stopped talking abruptly when he saw the two on the floor.
Zim was straddled on Dib's back and pulling on Dib's scythe like hair, his own wig
dangerously askew. For his part Dib had his teeth clamped around Zim's left ankle.
Prof. Membrane was so stunned to see them paused is this awkward position that he
dropped the tray. "...cookies."
*
Wasn't that fun kids? Lets do it again real soon. Of course if you can't wait that long
you could read my other fics. *Shameless Plug*
Did you know?: Rejected titles for this story include "I, Membrane" and "The Legend of
Invader Mem". There was even a rejected chapter where Membrane takes Dib to Join
AA. That's right, Aliens Anonymous!