Hey! I wrote this story out of boredom so don't expect something great. Its
also my first story at fanfiction.net. ZIM is introduced to a game of tag-
you're it and you'll see what happens.
I don't own Invader ZIM although I want to. Jhonen Vasquez owns ZIM and so does Nickelodeon. Whoop-dee-doo.
Chapter 1- Gym Class By: Invader Z
"Attention students! We are going to play a little game of Tag-You're it. Anyone who messes up gets to be doomed for the rest of their life. Yippee."
The gym teacher is one of the meanest teachers-He comes close to being worse than Miss Bitters. He's a grumpy old guy with black hair and is a little on the hefty side. He carries his whistle everywhere and shouts a lot and I mean a lot.
"Hey Dib," whispered ZIM, "What's Tag?" "You've got to be kidding!" Dib shouts loud enough for the whole class to hear, "The great Invader ZIM doesn't know what Tag is!" "You're right I don't. What is it?" "Tag is a game we play where we will run around hoping not to get touched by 'It'. If 'It' touches you, you become 'It' and chase everyone so they can take your place." "Sounds simple."
"We will begin our game at the sound of the whistle. ZIM? You're 'It'." The gym teacher blows his whistle.hard. ZIM stands in one place for a few minutes looking puzzled.
"Hey ZIM! Aren't you gonna tag me?" asks Zita. ZIM still stands there. "Okay Zita. Prepare for your doom!" ZIM starts running. He crashes into Zita and they both start rolling on the ground, into the dirt. "Ow! ZIM, you're so gonna pay!" Zita is escorted to the nurse's office by Gretchen.
~~Meanwhile~~ "Yo! Alien scum!! You can't catch me in a million years even if you tried!"
"Wanna bet, Dib?" "Ha ha! Sure. If you can't catch me, I get to blow up your base." "Yeah but if I do catch you, I can take over the Earth without you stopping me. Is it a bet?" Dib thinks for a minute. Recess is almost over, we will probably have to continue this game tomorrow. It just might give me enough time to think of a way to win so that ZIM doesn't take over the Earth. "Okay ZIM! It's a bet!"
The game starts. ZIM chases Dib but he keeps darting. Dib runs over to the fence! "Hey! Come over here and get me!" Then the bell rings
Whoo! That's the end of my first chappyter. I'll have more by Friday. My next parts will have more typed.
I don't own Invader ZIM although I want to. Jhonen Vasquez owns ZIM and so does Nickelodeon. Whoop-dee-doo.
Chapter 1- Gym Class By: Invader Z
"Attention students! We are going to play a little game of Tag-You're it. Anyone who messes up gets to be doomed for the rest of their life. Yippee."
The gym teacher is one of the meanest teachers-He comes close to being worse than Miss Bitters. He's a grumpy old guy with black hair and is a little on the hefty side. He carries his whistle everywhere and shouts a lot and I mean a lot.
"Hey Dib," whispered ZIM, "What's Tag?" "You've got to be kidding!" Dib shouts loud enough for the whole class to hear, "The great Invader ZIM doesn't know what Tag is!" "You're right I don't. What is it?" "Tag is a game we play where we will run around hoping not to get touched by 'It'. If 'It' touches you, you become 'It' and chase everyone so they can take your place." "Sounds simple."
"We will begin our game at the sound of the whistle. ZIM? You're 'It'." The gym teacher blows his whistle.hard. ZIM stands in one place for a few minutes looking puzzled.
"Hey ZIM! Aren't you gonna tag me?" asks Zita. ZIM still stands there. "Okay Zita. Prepare for your doom!" ZIM starts running. He crashes into Zita and they both start rolling on the ground, into the dirt. "Ow! ZIM, you're so gonna pay!" Zita is escorted to the nurse's office by Gretchen.
~~Meanwhile~~ "Yo! Alien scum!! You can't catch me in a million years even if you tried!"
"Wanna bet, Dib?" "Ha ha! Sure. If you can't catch me, I get to blow up your base." "Yeah but if I do catch you, I can take over the Earth without you stopping me. Is it a bet?" Dib thinks for a minute. Recess is almost over, we will probably have to continue this game tomorrow. It just might give me enough time to think of a way to win so that ZIM doesn't take over the Earth. "Okay ZIM! It's a bet!"
The game starts. ZIM chases Dib but he keeps darting. Dib runs over to the fence! "Hey! Come over here and get me!" Then the bell rings
Whoo! That's the end of my first chappyter. I'll have more by Friday. My next parts will have more typed.