Insomnia Blues
WOW it's been about a year since I've written a fan fic of evil doom! My other account is Ces but since I changed email's so many times I forget my account log in thingy. Ok, disclaimer times! I'll probably change the title when I think of a more clever one. ENJOY (or don't.I don't care anymore) Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN INVADER ZIM! (duh, I hope by now you know the honor goes to the great Jhonen Vasquez! ) SO DON'T SUE ME! Oh yea, NICK IS EVIL! YOU SUCK AND WE ALL HATE YOU! -cough- sorry just HAD to get that out. Yea, on with the fic! Sorry if it sucks, like I said, haven't written one in a year. But behold, the power of boredom! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------
Chapter One of Doom: Lying in bed about 1:00 in the morning, Dib, the big headed 11th grader hero, couldn't sleep. In fact, it had been a week since he last slept, the most he got was about perhaps 5 hours of sleep within that week, that is, if he was lucky. You see, Zim has been up to something. Ever since Monday (it was now Thursday) Zim has been doing nothing in Skool but drawing. One time Dib tried to snatch it from him, but Zim's reflex's were too quick and Dib didn't even get a glance. Dib went over to his house to try and see what he was up to, but Zim had tightened the security, he only does that when he has a huge plan, like his Mars squishing plan. Sighing, Dib knew the only way he was able to sleep was if he found out what Zim was doing. Not caring that it was 1am, or that he was still in his Pj's. He knew his dad wouldn't care either, his dad never cares.
Dib quickly rolled out of bed and slipped on his spying backpack. He grabbed a flashlight and a baseball bat to protect him and put the bat in his backpack. He grabbed his glasses and put them on and walked out the door, not even bothering to be quite or sneaky. He didn't bother asking Gaz for help even though she was up playing her stupid Game Slave 2. Of coarse she wouldn't help him willingly. He walked down the stairs and into the living room then walked out the door towards the familiar path towards Zim's. Dib sighed as 1:30am thoughts flowed through his mind. If you have ever had insomnia, or a whacked out sleep schedule, you know those type of thoughts.
But these thoughts were scarring him, it was the question Zim asked all the time "why do you save the Earth that hates you so much stupid stink beast?". Dib shook his head, he knew the answer. He had to prove he was sane.and his head wasn't big. But if he got the perfect amount of evidence, people would believe him. Then they'd send the army after Zim and well.he'd be a hero. A known hero. He was tired of saving the Earth without anyone knowing about it, he'd done it at least five times already.
With a heavy sigh he glanced up at Zim's house. He shook his head at the 'I love Earth' sign, wondering if anyone else saw the irony of doom. He groaned, as there was a loud crack of thunder and lightening and soon rain poured down, beating softly against his glasses. He sighed in annoyance talking to himself out loud, an unusual act he was used to "Great, what else can go wrong?"
WOW it's been about a year since I've written a fan fic of evil doom! My other account is Ces but since I changed email's so many times I forget my account log in thingy. Ok, disclaimer times! I'll probably change the title when I think of a more clever one. ENJOY (or don't.I don't care anymore) Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN INVADER ZIM! (duh, I hope by now you know the honor goes to the great Jhonen Vasquez! ) SO DON'T SUE ME! Oh yea, NICK IS EVIL! YOU SUCK AND WE ALL HATE YOU! -cough- sorry just HAD to get that out. Yea, on with the fic! Sorry if it sucks, like I said, haven't written one in a year. But behold, the power of boredom! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------
Chapter One of Doom: Lying in bed about 1:00 in the morning, Dib, the big headed 11th grader hero, couldn't sleep. In fact, it had been a week since he last slept, the most he got was about perhaps 5 hours of sleep within that week, that is, if he was lucky. You see, Zim has been up to something. Ever since Monday (it was now Thursday) Zim has been doing nothing in Skool but drawing. One time Dib tried to snatch it from him, but Zim's reflex's were too quick and Dib didn't even get a glance. Dib went over to his house to try and see what he was up to, but Zim had tightened the security, he only does that when he has a huge plan, like his Mars squishing plan. Sighing, Dib knew the only way he was able to sleep was if he found out what Zim was doing. Not caring that it was 1am, or that he was still in his Pj's. He knew his dad wouldn't care either, his dad never cares.
Dib quickly rolled out of bed and slipped on his spying backpack. He grabbed a flashlight and a baseball bat to protect him and put the bat in his backpack. He grabbed his glasses and put them on and walked out the door, not even bothering to be quite or sneaky. He didn't bother asking Gaz for help even though she was up playing her stupid Game Slave 2. Of coarse she wouldn't help him willingly. He walked down the stairs and into the living room then walked out the door towards the familiar path towards Zim's. Dib sighed as 1:30am thoughts flowed through his mind. If you have ever had insomnia, or a whacked out sleep schedule, you know those type of thoughts.
But these thoughts were scarring him, it was the question Zim asked all the time "why do you save the Earth that hates you so much stupid stink beast?". Dib shook his head, he knew the answer. He had to prove he was sane.and his head wasn't big. But if he got the perfect amount of evidence, people would believe him. Then they'd send the army after Zim and well.he'd be a hero. A known hero. He was tired of saving the Earth without anyone knowing about it, he'd done it at least five times already.
With a heavy sigh he glanced up at Zim's house. He shook his head at the 'I love Earth' sign, wondering if anyone else saw the irony of doom. He groaned, as there was a loud crack of thunder and lightening and soon rain poured down, beating softly against his glasses. He sighed in annoyance talking to himself out loud, an unusual act he was used to "Great, what else can go wrong?"