Black Rose
disclaimer: Me no owney Invader Zim
Zim was leaning casually against a wall when Gaz turned around and faced him. Her amber eyes were flashing, and a deep scowl was on her face. "You know Zim, I could doom you here and now."
"Maybe....Except you have been to deeply affected by your brother's death. I don't think you could kill, someone."
"Dooming is different then killing, dooming is sending a poor soul into a world of eternal doom." Gaz contradicted, clenching her fists, "but you don't have a soul do you?"
"Ah, you'll never know will you. And a second reason is you can't attack me, you can't do anything to me, thanks to that little syyrum." Zim replied haughtily, and stood up straight.
Gaz just glared at him, "how do I know you aren't lying?"
"You don't. Now, if you will stop with your idle human threats I will show you your small living quarters where you can get rid of the 'horrible alien.'" Zim said, "that small door over there, on the left in your human terms, is the door."
Gaz followed his directions and saw a tiny door, "you sure that's not a closet?"
Zim laughed, "you would be lucky to get a closet! You are human, you are my worst enemies sister, and you are disrespecting me."
Gaz just continued to glare at him, then she turned her back and walked over to the door, doing everything in her power to make the walk look disrespectful. She then pulled open the small black door and looked inside. The walls and carpet of the room were red, while all the accessories were purple. Gaz blinked, "at least they have purple."
"I am going to go torture humans now," Zim yelled, laughing maniacally. Sometimes he even let his old self, the less mature self slip.
Gaz just mumbled something and then started looking for a pad of paper. She opened all the drawers, in all the rooms, but there were no pads of paper. "ISN'T THERE SOMETHING I CAN DRAW ON IN HERE!?"
A large screen popped up, with a small board going across the end that held a small pen. Gaz picked up the pen, and looked at it wonderingly. Then she touched the screen lightly. A small green dot appeared where she had touched the pen. An evil smile lit up Gaz's face as she started drawing lines all over the black board. The lines gradually took shape, and soon, they became a picture of Zim running from some kind of hideous monster Gaz created. She placed the pen down gently and gazed at her beautiful work. "It's a masterpiece."
Gaz was sitting on the couch, eating some kind of Irken food that seemed to be pure sugar. She gingerly licked some of the powder off of her fingers, when the door opened with a swoosh. Gaz's amber eyes looked into two bright red ones. "You didn't kill yourself, why not?" Zim asked, looking disappointed.
"I couldn't doom you if I was dead, just haunt you." Gaz replied, before starting to eat again.
Zim grunted in reply, and then walked in. He walked into the back of the room when he saw the picture. His eye twitched, "you are an insolent human, do you know that? I could kill you, I could kill you with my iron fists right now, for this picture!"
Gaz ignored him, and brushed a piece of hair back behind her shoulder. "But that is what you wanted, wasn't it?!" Zim hissed, a gleam appearing in his eye, "you wanted me to kill you! You think I am predictable, I ZIM will not be 'predicted' by a human!"
"Your voice is annoying Zim, did you know that?" Gaz asked, boredly, "and speaking of annoying, whatever happened to your little robot thing?"
Zim just glared at her hard, and walked towards a large chambers. "Tomorrow I expect the place to be sanitary, no drawing or slacking!" There was a loud thud as a door dropped behind him, and Gaz sighed, "what did I do to deserve this?! I only tripped a few old ladies, doomed a few birds, stole a few games....from kids that didn't deserve them, and I only sprayed Dib with soda once...or twice!"
The violet haired girl bit her lip, then walked towards her closet. She placed her hand on a small black pad next to the door and the door slid open. She walked inside and slumped onto her bed, "what I would give for my GameSlave right now."
Gaz's eyes fluttered open. Something had awoken her, and she looked around. There was nothing in the room, just inky blackness. "Lights!" One feature Gaz did like was being able to say something, and having the appliances do them. "GAZ, I have to go, consul, stupid humans, anyways, this place better be sanitary! NO GERMS! NOT ONE! When I get back." Zim yelled from somewhere in the large chamber. Gaz growled under her breath, she had never been much of a cleaner, nor did she like to do the work. She slowly got up and grabbed one of the annoying black dresses and then stormed out into the main area. There was no sight of the annoying Irken anywhere, so Gaz's anger quietly diminished.
Gaz's stomach rumbled, and Gaz sighed. "OK, so what am I supposed to eat?" Gaz didn't remember where she had gotten the food from yesterday. "WAFFLES!" Gaz jumped at the high pitched voice, and jumped again when she recalled who it belonged to. There was a clang, and the cyan eyed robot dropped from the ceiling. GIR smiled, opened his head, and pulled out two over sized waffles. "Waffles?"
Gaz blinked, and timidly reached for a waffle. She was too hungry to care at the moment. GIR giggled, and then pulled out a small cupcake. Both he and Gaz remained in silence as they gobbled down their food, but after swallowing, Gaz looked at the small SIR. "Where did you come from?"
"There!" GIR pointed to the door and Gaz got an annoyed look on her face, "why weren't you here when I first came...?"
"I was on a search for a flying pig! Master said I could come back when I found one!" GIR giggled, then pulled out some kind of horribly mutant pig that had two wings on its back. Gaz just blinked, "allright. Now, do you by any chance know how to clean?"
GIR walked over to the wall and pressed a small yellow button. Many electrical arms came down, each with Lysol and rags. "Like thaaaaaaat?" Gaz ignored him, "if ZIM had all this stuff, how come he wanted ME to clean?!"
GIR just blinked, then sat down on the floor.
disclaimer: Me no owney Invader Zim
Zim was leaning casually against a wall when Gaz turned around and faced him. Her amber eyes were flashing, and a deep scowl was on her face. "You know Zim, I could doom you here and now."
"Maybe....Except you have been to deeply affected by your brother's death. I don't think you could kill, someone."
"Dooming is different then killing, dooming is sending a poor soul into a world of eternal doom." Gaz contradicted, clenching her fists, "but you don't have a soul do you?"
"Ah, you'll never know will you. And a second reason is you can't attack me, you can't do anything to me, thanks to that little syyrum." Zim replied haughtily, and stood up straight.
Gaz just glared at him, "how do I know you aren't lying?"
"You don't. Now, if you will stop with your idle human threats I will show you your small living quarters where you can get rid of the 'horrible alien.'" Zim said, "that small door over there, on the left in your human terms, is the door."
Gaz followed his directions and saw a tiny door, "you sure that's not a closet?"
Zim laughed, "you would be lucky to get a closet! You are human, you are my worst enemies sister, and you are disrespecting me."
Gaz just continued to glare at him, then she turned her back and walked over to the door, doing everything in her power to make the walk look disrespectful. She then pulled open the small black door and looked inside. The walls and carpet of the room were red, while all the accessories were purple. Gaz blinked, "at least they have purple."
"I am going to go torture humans now," Zim yelled, laughing maniacally. Sometimes he even let his old self, the less mature self slip.
Gaz just mumbled something and then started looking for a pad of paper. She opened all the drawers, in all the rooms, but there were no pads of paper. "ISN'T THERE SOMETHING I CAN DRAW ON IN HERE!?"
A large screen popped up, with a small board going across the end that held a small pen. Gaz picked up the pen, and looked at it wonderingly. Then she touched the screen lightly. A small green dot appeared where she had touched the pen. An evil smile lit up Gaz's face as she started drawing lines all over the black board. The lines gradually took shape, and soon, they became a picture of Zim running from some kind of hideous monster Gaz created. She placed the pen down gently and gazed at her beautiful work. "It's a masterpiece."
Gaz was sitting on the couch, eating some kind of Irken food that seemed to be pure sugar. She gingerly licked some of the powder off of her fingers, when the door opened with a swoosh. Gaz's amber eyes looked into two bright red ones. "You didn't kill yourself, why not?" Zim asked, looking disappointed.
"I couldn't doom you if I was dead, just haunt you." Gaz replied, before starting to eat again.
Zim grunted in reply, and then walked in. He walked into the back of the room when he saw the picture. His eye twitched, "you are an insolent human, do you know that? I could kill you, I could kill you with my iron fists right now, for this picture!"
Gaz ignored him, and brushed a piece of hair back behind her shoulder. "But that is what you wanted, wasn't it?!" Zim hissed, a gleam appearing in his eye, "you wanted me to kill you! You think I am predictable, I ZIM will not be 'predicted' by a human!"
"Your voice is annoying Zim, did you know that?" Gaz asked, boredly, "and speaking of annoying, whatever happened to your little robot thing?"
Zim just glared at her hard, and walked towards a large chambers. "Tomorrow I expect the place to be sanitary, no drawing or slacking!" There was a loud thud as a door dropped behind him, and Gaz sighed, "what did I do to deserve this?! I only tripped a few old ladies, doomed a few birds, stole a few games....from kids that didn't deserve them, and I only sprayed Dib with soda once...or twice!"
The violet haired girl bit her lip, then walked towards her closet. She placed her hand on a small black pad next to the door and the door slid open. She walked inside and slumped onto her bed, "what I would give for my GameSlave right now."
Gaz's eyes fluttered open. Something had awoken her, and she looked around. There was nothing in the room, just inky blackness. "Lights!" One feature Gaz did like was being able to say something, and having the appliances do them. "GAZ, I have to go, consul, stupid humans, anyways, this place better be sanitary! NO GERMS! NOT ONE! When I get back." Zim yelled from somewhere in the large chamber. Gaz growled under her breath, she had never been much of a cleaner, nor did she like to do the work. She slowly got up and grabbed one of the annoying black dresses and then stormed out into the main area. There was no sight of the annoying Irken anywhere, so Gaz's anger quietly diminished.
Gaz's stomach rumbled, and Gaz sighed. "OK, so what am I supposed to eat?" Gaz didn't remember where she had gotten the food from yesterday. "WAFFLES!" Gaz jumped at the high pitched voice, and jumped again when she recalled who it belonged to. There was a clang, and the cyan eyed robot dropped from the ceiling. GIR smiled, opened his head, and pulled out two over sized waffles. "Waffles?"
Gaz blinked, and timidly reached for a waffle. She was too hungry to care at the moment. GIR giggled, and then pulled out a small cupcake. Both he and Gaz remained in silence as they gobbled down their food, but after swallowing, Gaz looked at the small SIR. "Where did you come from?"
"There!" GIR pointed to the door and Gaz got an annoyed look on her face, "why weren't you here when I first came...?"
"I was on a search for a flying pig! Master said I could come back when I found one!" GIR giggled, then pulled out some kind of horribly mutant pig that had two wings on its back. Gaz just blinked, "allright. Now, do you by any chance know how to clean?"
GIR walked over to the wall and pressed a small yellow button. Many electrical arms came down, each with Lysol and rags. "Like thaaaaaaat?" Gaz ignored him, "if ZIM had all this stuff, how come he wanted ME to clean?!"
GIR just blinked, then sat down on the floor.