Black Rose
disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim
A/N: WILL THIS PLEASE FINALLY WORK!! sorry bout the wait, I don't really want to explain this again!
Gaz stared at the ground. It made her feel weak, but at least she didn't have to stare at the aliens and get that empty feeling in her stomach.
She was being led to some sort of training room at the moment, where she would learn how to do her new job. Gaz shifted, trying to get the dress to be more comfortable. The material was coarse, and the dress was tight around her upper body. The only good thing about it was the color. Mina had saved it from her, since all her other clothing items had been burned.
"In here human," the guard grunted, shoving Gaz into a scarlett room.
"Asshole," Gaz growled, as the doors closed.
The room was full of purple chairs, and some large computer screens. The violet haired girl turned towards the door. "I wouldn't try to run."
Gaz's eyes widened, as she spun and saw a Irken emerge. He was wearing a black robe, and had black eyes. "A goth irken," Gaz thought, and smiled.
"What are you smiling about?" he hissed.
"Nothing," Gaz replied firmly.
The Irken frowned, "as a servant you will learn to lose the attitude."
"I'm not going to be a damn servant."
"And the language."
Gaz's eyes narrowed at the Irken. "Now, if you want to fight, then you can be here for a long time. If you would like to shut up and take it the easy way, then you could be done in about a Earth day. Either way, you will be a servant."
"So, if i shut up and sit down I can get away from you sooner?"
"Yes," he replied.
Gaz sat down in one of the chairs. "Now, my name is Drib. I will be your instructor. My instructions are take those headphones," a pair of headphones appeared in a blueish beam, "and put them on."
Gaz followed orders, grumbiling. She looked at Drib, "now what?"
The black-eyed Irken walked over, "now I just inject you with this syrum."
Gaz's eyes widened as Drib pulled out a needle. Before she knew what had happened, he had grabbed her arm and inserted it into her wrist.
Gaz opened her eyes. Infromation about the Irken culture was buzzing in her head. She let out a small groan, and then noticed she wasn't in the same room anymore. Instead, she was in a large green room, full of black chairs. "You humans sleep entirely to much. I still, and will never understand it."
The voice. The one a few years earlier she would have dismmissed as Dib's annoying friends. "You?! I have to serve you?!"
A smile crept onto Zim's face, though Gaz couldn't see it. "How do you humans put it. Yes, you will have to kiss my royal ass if I tell you to."
"NEVER!"
"I wouldn't want a filthy human touching me there anyways."
disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim
A/N: WILL THIS PLEASE FINALLY WORK!! sorry bout the wait, I don't really want to explain this again!
Gaz stared at the ground. It made her feel weak, but at least she didn't have to stare at the aliens and get that empty feeling in her stomach.
She was being led to some sort of training room at the moment, where she would learn how to do her new job. Gaz shifted, trying to get the dress to be more comfortable. The material was coarse, and the dress was tight around her upper body. The only good thing about it was the color. Mina had saved it from her, since all her other clothing items had been burned.
"In here human," the guard grunted, shoving Gaz into a scarlett room.
"Asshole," Gaz growled, as the doors closed.
The room was full of purple chairs, and some large computer screens. The violet haired girl turned towards the door. "I wouldn't try to run."
Gaz's eyes widened, as she spun and saw a Irken emerge. He was wearing a black robe, and had black eyes. "A goth irken," Gaz thought, and smiled.
"What are you smiling about?" he hissed.
"Nothing," Gaz replied firmly.
The Irken frowned, "as a servant you will learn to lose the attitude."
"I'm not going to be a damn servant."
"And the language."
Gaz's eyes narrowed at the Irken. "Now, if you want to fight, then you can be here for a long time. If you would like to shut up and take it the easy way, then you could be done in about a Earth day. Either way, you will be a servant."
"So, if i shut up and sit down I can get away from you sooner?"
"Yes," he replied.
Gaz sat down in one of the chairs. "Now, my name is Drib. I will be your instructor. My instructions are take those headphones," a pair of headphones appeared in a blueish beam, "and put them on."
Gaz followed orders, grumbiling. She looked at Drib, "now what?"
The black-eyed Irken walked over, "now I just inject you with this syrum."
Gaz's eyes widened as Drib pulled out a needle. Before she knew what had happened, he had grabbed her arm and inserted it into her wrist.
Gaz opened her eyes. Infromation about the Irken culture was buzzing in her head. She let out a small groan, and then noticed she wasn't in the same room anymore. Instead, she was in a large green room, full of black chairs. "You humans sleep entirely to much. I still, and will never understand it."
The voice. The one a few years earlier she would have dismmissed as Dib's annoying friends. "You?! I have to serve you?!"
A smile crept onto Zim's face, though Gaz couldn't see it. "How do you humans put it. Yes, you will have to kiss my royal ass if I tell you to."
"NEVER!"
"I wouldn't want a filthy human touching me there anyways."