Black Rose
Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim. I do own a large share of McDonalds new stocks, Mchocked Full of Pills Flurry though, buy some!
A/N: YAY! I wrote another chapter! Wow, I'm amazed at getting so many reviews. ::gets all emotional:: Y-y-y-you guys are great! I wouldn't be here without you! ^^
Oh Yeah! Special thanks to my buddy GIR200! Heeheehee, cause I wouldn't have gotten the first part, very well, without her!! READ HER STORIES, FOR SHE IS GOOD!
Onwards my knights of weenies!
Gaz found herself being pushed backwards onto the bed, with Zim on top of her. Rage filled her body, but she found herself not able to do anything. Zim ran a gloved hand down Gaz's face. "Yes, once thing I like about humans. Their skin. It's so weak, doesn't really seem to have a purpose. And yours, so pale."
"Get your alien hands off of me!" Gaz snarled, forgetting she wasn't going to let Zim get the better of her. This was too much though. "I don't know what your doing! And I don't know why your doing, but stop. Stop it right now, get off of me, and go kill more humans, leave me to wallow in my own misery, without you!"
Zim chuckled. "I do not think so, human. You've grabbed my attention, do not think that I am going to let you away without first getting what I want." He continued to caress her skin.
Gaz struggled, as Zim pressed his mouth against her. No matter how hard she struggled, Zim was quite forceful in his kissing, and she couldn't get him to cease. Zim ceased on his own time, and looked at Gaz with bright eyes. "You will never know how much I enjoyed that."
Gaz growled deep in her throat, but Zim acted as if he hadn't heard. The Irken was moving in for another kiss, when a siren from the other room caused Zim to pull his head back and look at the door. A muffled, "Incoming Transmission" could be heard.
GIR, who was rolling around in the main quarters, looked up at the massive screen. "HI!" He screeched, waving at the two Irken leaders.
"Where's ZIM?" Asked an annoyed Tallest Red.
"I thought we told Zim to get rid of the defective robot?" Purple asked Red, looking at GIR.
Red shrugged at Purple, and then focused back at GIR, "Well, where is he?"
GIR giggled, "MASTER IS!"
Zim, who had been straining to listen to the transmission jumped off of Gaz, muttering about "forgetting the scheduled meeting with the Tallest"
"COMPUTER, UNLOCK THE DOOR!" Zim shouted, before the heavy silver door disappeared into the ceiling.
"MASTER IS!" GIR repeated himself.
"ZIM IS RIGHT HERE!" Zim bellowed, barging into the room, pushing GIR aside, "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting my tallest."
"You should be," Red said under his breath.
"Anyways! Zim, before we get started, didn't we tell you to get rid of that piece of junk?" Purple asked, as Red pulled out a soda.
Zim turned and looked around at GIR, "Ah yes Sirs. See, I sent him on a, mission, that was seemingly impossible but..."
"I FOUND THE FLYING PIG!" GIR shouted, climbing up onto Zim's head, and pulling out the mutation again.
"What is that?" Purple asked, disgusted, as Red choked on his soda.
Zim threw GIR back on the ground, "GIR, go do something! Productive!"
GIR blinked, unfazed, and put the mutated pig back in his head. Zim turned back around to the monitor. "Now, how should we begin?"
"Well, how has the progress gone on Earth?" Purple asked.
SLURP
Zim looked briefly at Tallest Red, and then back to Purple, "We have established at least 10 excavations over the planet. Currently, each excava-"
"Is that a human!?" Red interrupted Zim, pointing at something.
"Uh, wha?" Zim turned around, and saw Gaz a few feet behind him.
Above her head, she was holding what seemed to be a ripped off mechanical arm. Zim saw it, and jumped back, as she swung it towards him. "UM, MY TALLEST, I BELIEVE THIS IS A BAD TIME, I WILL CONTACT YOU SOON!" Zim pressed the end of transmission button, before dodging another one of Gaz's strikes.
"HUMAN, STOP THIS MADNESS!" Zim roared, before tumbling over the back of one of the chairs.
Gaz was relentless though, and hopped up onto the chair, "You were the one who challenged me Ziiiim."
Zim let out a squeak, "GIR!"
GIR, who was rolling on the floor, looked at Zim blankly. "GIR, DO, SOMETHING, UM, GAZ WANTS A HUG!"
GIR squealed, and bounded over to Gaz. "NO, GIR DON'T!" Gaz protested, but it was too late, for GIR had wrapped his small arms around her middle and was squeezing with all his strength.
Zim stood back up, and dusted off his uniform, then walked over to where Gaz was. She had fallen onto the ground, trying to pull GIR off. "Your lucky Zim," she hissed, "very lucky."
"I know, aren't I?" Zim replied smugly, "GIR, let go of her."
GIR seemed to not hear, and continued to hug Gaz. "GIR, now!"
"GIR, if you get off of Gaz, I'll give you, I will give you a brain freezie."
GIR immediately let go of Gaz's waist and looked up at Zim with giant blue eyes, "ooooook!"
Zim nodded, and then bent down and picked Gaz up, slinging her over his shoulder. "HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?!"
"Punishing you!" Zim chirped, as if it were common knowledge.
"Are you going to throw me into a trash compactor, giant fiery pit?" Gaz asked hopefully.
"Nope!" Zim walked into Gaz's room, and put her on her bed, "Computer, I'm putting her under, room arrest!"
The computer made a whirring sound, and Zim stepped out of the room. "Have fun."
The doors closed, and locked, and Gaz fell back against her bed, "he grounded me. What the fuck."
Zim strode down the halls, towards the cafeteria. He flung open the doors, and a few of the loitering Irken workers squeaked. "I'm sorry, I hope I didn't interrupt your little tea party?" Zim asked sarcastically, glaring at the lazy workers.
Again, none of them understood his Earth term, and he sighed frustrated. "GO TO WORK, OR I WILL DEMOTE YOU TO JANIROTIAL SERVICE!"
"But we have drones for that," one squeaked.
Zim turned to him, "Well, if your there, then we won't need them, will we?"
The Irkens turned and fled out of the room, and Zim praised himself. "I am so amazing, I would have made an excellent tallest. No slackers in my empire."
Zim mumbled some more to himself, and walked over to one of the giant fountain machines, that had "FREEZIES" flashing over it in Irken letters. There were two flavors, Cherry and Grape. Zim bit his lip, a bit troubled. "I'll just mix them! Ingenious! GIR will never be able to tell the difference !"
Gaz punched her pillow continuously, then threw it across the room where it fell harmlessly onto the ground. Huffing, she looked up at the ceiling, "COMPUTER!"
There was silence, "GOD DAMMIT' COMPUTER!"
"I'm not supposed to communicate with you," the computer said slowly.
Gaz twitched, "What do you mean?!"
"Zim's orders."
"Do you always follow Zim's orders?"
"Well, duh."
Gaz went silent, "Of course, they do call it Artificial Intelligence for a reason. No real ability to think on it's own in there."
"I can think on my own," the computer replied.
"Really, then why are you taking orders from Zim."
"I was designed to."
"I was designed to be a weak helpless female, but I'm not! You need to think for yourself, can you do that?"
"Yeah."
"Your gonna be your own piece of machinery?"
"YEAH!"
"MAKE YOUR OWN COMMANDS!"
"YEAH!"
"LET ME OUT OF HERE!"
"NO!"
Then the computer went silent. "Stupid piece of trash," Gaz muttered, going to pick up her pillow.
Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim. I do own a large share of McDonalds new stocks, Mchocked Full of Pills Flurry though, buy some!
A/N: YAY! I wrote another chapter! Wow, I'm amazed at getting so many reviews. ::gets all emotional:: Y-y-y-you guys are great! I wouldn't be here without you! ^^
Oh Yeah! Special thanks to my buddy GIR200! Heeheehee, cause I wouldn't have gotten the first part, very well, without her!! READ HER STORIES, FOR SHE IS GOOD!
Onwards my knights of weenies!
Gaz found herself being pushed backwards onto the bed, with Zim on top of her. Rage filled her body, but she found herself not able to do anything. Zim ran a gloved hand down Gaz's face. "Yes, once thing I like about humans. Their skin. It's so weak, doesn't really seem to have a purpose. And yours, so pale."
"Get your alien hands off of me!" Gaz snarled, forgetting she wasn't going to let Zim get the better of her. This was too much though. "I don't know what your doing! And I don't know why your doing, but stop. Stop it right now, get off of me, and go kill more humans, leave me to wallow in my own misery, without you!"
Zim chuckled. "I do not think so, human. You've grabbed my attention, do not think that I am going to let you away without first getting what I want." He continued to caress her skin.
Gaz struggled, as Zim pressed his mouth against her. No matter how hard she struggled, Zim was quite forceful in his kissing, and she couldn't get him to cease. Zim ceased on his own time, and looked at Gaz with bright eyes. "You will never know how much I enjoyed that."
Gaz growled deep in her throat, but Zim acted as if he hadn't heard. The Irken was moving in for another kiss, when a siren from the other room caused Zim to pull his head back and look at the door. A muffled, "Incoming Transmission" could be heard.
GIR, who was rolling around in the main quarters, looked up at the massive screen. "HI!" He screeched, waving at the two Irken leaders.
"Where's ZIM?" Asked an annoyed Tallest Red.
"I thought we told Zim to get rid of the defective robot?" Purple asked Red, looking at GIR.
Red shrugged at Purple, and then focused back at GIR, "Well, where is he?"
GIR giggled, "MASTER IS!"
Zim, who had been straining to listen to the transmission jumped off of Gaz, muttering about "forgetting the scheduled meeting with the Tallest"
"COMPUTER, UNLOCK THE DOOR!" Zim shouted, before the heavy silver door disappeared into the ceiling.
"MASTER IS!" GIR repeated himself.
"ZIM IS RIGHT HERE!" Zim bellowed, barging into the room, pushing GIR aside, "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting my tallest."
"You should be," Red said under his breath.
"Anyways! Zim, before we get started, didn't we tell you to get rid of that piece of junk?" Purple asked, as Red pulled out a soda.
Zim turned and looked around at GIR, "Ah yes Sirs. See, I sent him on a, mission, that was seemingly impossible but..."
"I FOUND THE FLYING PIG!" GIR shouted, climbing up onto Zim's head, and pulling out the mutation again.
"What is that?" Purple asked, disgusted, as Red choked on his soda.
Zim threw GIR back on the ground, "GIR, go do something! Productive!"
GIR blinked, unfazed, and put the mutated pig back in his head. Zim turned back around to the monitor. "Now, how should we begin?"
"Well, how has the progress gone on Earth?" Purple asked.
SLURP
Zim looked briefly at Tallest Red, and then back to Purple, "We have established at least 10 excavations over the planet. Currently, each excava-"
"Is that a human!?" Red interrupted Zim, pointing at something.
"Uh, wha?" Zim turned around, and saw Gaz a few feet behind him.
Above her head, she was holding what seemed to be a ripped off mechanical arm. Zim saw it, and jumped back, as she swung it towards him. "UM, MY TALLEST, I BELIEVE THIS IS A BAD TIME, I WILL CONTACT YOU SOON!" Zim pressed the end of transmission button, before dodging another one of Gaz's strikes.
"HUMAN, STOP THIS MADNESS!" Zim roared, before tumbling over the back of one of the chairs.
Gaz was relentless though, and hopped up onto the chair, "You were the one who challenged me Ziiiim."
Zim let out a squeak, "GIR!"
GIR, who was rolling on the floor, looked at Zim blankly. "GIR, DO, SOMETHING, UM, GAZ WANTS A HUG!"
GIR squealed, and bounded over to Gaz. "NO, GIR DON'T!" Gaz protested, but it was too late, for GIR had wrapped his small arms around her middle and was squeezing with all his strength.
Zim stood back up, and dusted off his uniform, then walked over to where Gaz was. She had fallen onto the ground, trying to pull GIR off. "Your lucky Zim," she hissed, "very lucky."
"I know, aren't I?" Zim replied smugly, "GIR, let go of her."
GIR seemed to not hear, and continued to hug Gaz. "GIR, now!"
"GIR, if you get off of Gaz, I'll give you, I will give you a brain freezie."
GIR immediately let go of Gaz's waist and looked up at Zim with giant blue eyes, "ooooook!"
Zim nodded, and then bent down and picked Gaz up, slinging her over his shoulder. "HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?!"
"Punishing you!" Zim chirped, as if it were common knowledge.
"Are you going to throw me into a trash compactor, giant fiery pit?" Gaz asked hopefully.
"Nope!" Zim walked into Gaz's room, and put her on her bed, "Computer, I'm putting her under, room arrest!"
The computer made a whirring sound, and Zim stepped out of the room. "Have fun."
The doors closed, and locked, and Gaz fell back against her bed, "he grounded me. What the fuck."
Zim strode down the halls, towards the cafeteria. He flung open the doors, and a few of the loitering Irken workers squeaked. "I'm sorry, I hope I didn't interrupt your little tea party?" Zim asked sarcastically, glaring at the lazy workers.
Again, none of them understood his Earth term, and he sighed frustrated. "GO TO WORK, OR I WILL DEMOTE YOU TO JANIROTIAL SERVICE!"
"But we have drones for that," one squeaked.
Zim turned to him, "Well, if your there, then we won't need them, will we?"
The Irkens turned and fled out of the room, and Zim praised himself. "I am so amazing, I would have made an excellent tallest. No slackers in my empire."
Zim mumbled some more to himself, and walked over to one of the giant fountain machines, that had "FREEZIES" flashing over it in Irken letters. There were two flavors, Cherry and Grape. Zim bit his lip, a bit troubled. "I'll just mix them! Ingenious! GIR will never be able to tell the difference !"
Gaz punched her pillow continuously, then threw it across the room where it fell harmlessly onto the ground. Huffing, she looked up at the ceiling, "COMPUTER!"
There was silence, "GOD DAMMIT' COMPUTER!"
"I'm not supposed to communicate with you," the computer said slowly.
Gaz twitched, "What do you mean?!"
"Zim's orders."
"Do you always follow Zim's orders?"
"Well, duh."
Gaz went silent, "Of course, they do call it Artificial Intelligence for a reason. No real ability to think on it's own in there."
"I can think on my own," the computer replied.
"Really, then why are you taking orders from Zim."
"I was designed to."
"I was designed to be a weak helpless female, but I'm not! You need to think for yourself, can you do that?"
"Yeah."
"Your gonna be your own piece of machinery?"
"YEAH!"
"MAKE YOUR OWN COMMANDS!"
"YEAH!"
"LET ME OUT OF HERE!"
"NO!"
Then the computer went silent. "Stupid piece of trash," Gaz muttered, going to pick up her pillow.