Weeee!!! I ish here with chapter 2! I WIN! ^_^;; Well... um... Yeah... (Wow... I am getting sucky at introductions...)
Disclaimer: I do not own Zim, Dib, Gaz, Gir, etc. ...For those who are the unintelligent kind, it means this: I am not the creator of Invader Zim, I am not the producer of Invader Zim, I am not a cast member of Invader Zim, I am not related to Invader Zim (Well, not Zim anyways), and I AM NOT Invader Zim. Everybody got that? Anyone, anyone, questions?! No? Ok then. Oh, I do own Taryn; on the account that she is ME. And I'm pretty sure I own myself... Mmmyep. Ok. Let your brains turn to mush as you waste valuable time reading my story... heh heh... (my name is pronounced *T-air-IN* )
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The Traitor, ch 2
By GothicAngel
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RIIING! The bell rang symbolizing the start of class. Dib walked in and took his seat. He sat in the third row, first seat. He put his notebook and science book on the desk, and then glanced over to where Zim sat. Zim sat in the last row, six seats back, which was the last seat. Dib knew that the alien was behind destroying Gaz's room one way or the other.
Zim sat in his desk, resting his head on his hand as he fiddled with a pencil on his desk. He didn't look as though he was up to anything. He just looked... tired and bored.
Dib returned home very late the other night, only to grab his backpack and his social studies homework. He didn't want to stay home very long in case Gaz woke up and spotted him in the house. He would be a trapped rat then. He had a secret underground lab that he had built about a year ago. He had everything that he needed there; food, clothes, shelter. Not to mention he was safe, and nobody knew about it except himself. So that's where he'd be staying for quite a while.
Dib stretched his arms and legs. Ouch. Man were they sore. Not only the muscles hurt, but also the cuts and bruises that covered them. Not to mention his back; after being smashed into the wall four times last night...
The science teacher, Mr. Talksalot, entered the room. He was about 5'11" and had short, brown, spiked hair. He was very skinny, and somewhere around in his early twenties.
"Class," he talked in a low, dull, voice, "We have a new student today," he walked over and straitened up some papers on his desk. He then put on his glasses and picked up a piece of paper.
Just then, the classroom door swung open and slammed against the wall. A girl walked in.
"Class, I'd like you to meet Taryn. She moved here from... someplace. It was probably better than here. She gets to explain some things about herself to the class. Hurray for us..." Mr. Talksalot walked back to him desk and sat down.
As Taryn stood in front of the class, Dib lifted his head off his hand and looked her over.
She wore her hair down, it came about six inches past her shoulders and was a bright purple with the tips dyed black. She wore a black shirt with black bellbottoms and black combat boots. She had silver skull-and-crossbones earrings in both of her ears, and a safety pin through the top of her right ear. She wore a leather collar around her neck with spikes sticking out of it. Chains hung out of the pockets of her pants and connected to the belt loops. She wore a long black trench coat over it all.
Her eyes... Her eyes were pitch black. Both eyes were completely dark. She wore black lipstick and black eye shadow and had a scar above her right eye. She looked kind of pale... But it could have just been because of all the black she was wearing. She looked kind of scary.
"Hello," she said to the class, "As all of you should know, my name is Taryn. I moved here from Michigan," she smiled, and Dib's eyes widened. Her smile didn't seem too inviting...
Zim had stopped messing around with the pencil and was also checking the new girl out. Then he quickly lost interest and got out a piece of paper and started doodling.
"Thank you for sharing that with us, Taryn. We are now all very informed. Please take a seat in the third row, behind Dib," Mr. Talksalot pointed to the desk behind Dib.
Taryn nodded to the teacher and walked to her seat. Dib's gaze followed her as she walked past him. She then sat down behind him.
"Ok class," Mr. Talksalot said lamely, "Today we are going to be learning about the planets. Woo hoo. Good for all of us. Now, I expect you all to stay awake during this lesson. Because every word I'm about to say is going to be on the test next week.
'Ok,' Dib thought to himself, 'It's creepy enough that this girl is in my class... But, come on! Does she have to sit right behind me?!'
The teacher walked up to the board and started writing the names of the planets. "And boys and girls," he started, still writing on the chalk board, "Uranus IS a planet. So I don't want to hear any of you brats coming up to me after failing the test and saying, 'Well I didn't know that was a planet!'"
Dib heard the sound of paper being ripped out of a notebook, and then some scribbling. Without looking back, he knew that the new girl was writing something. Ignoring it, he leaned forward and set his head in his hands. His eyelids drooped as he listened to the teacher's boring lecture about Jupiter. He was just about asleep when there was a tap on his shoulder. He jumped about a mile.
Panting and shocked, Dib spun around to see the new girl cocking an eyebrow at him. She silently held up a small, neatly-folded piece of paper.
Dib glanced down at the note, then back at Taryn, then back at the note. He shot her a suspicious/confused glare, then took the note and turned back around. 'Jeeze,' he thought, 'Even her FINGERNAILS are black...' He then looked the note over carefully.
'Hey, so I'm paranoid, so what? You never know what could happen these days. People could be inventing ways to make bombs into powder and then sprinkle them into notes and stuff. Or... maybe there's a deadly disease in there! ...Nah. She wouldn't have been handling it with her bare hands.'
After finding nothing wrong with the paper, Dib glanced around, making sure the teacher was distracted, which he was, and then he slowly opened the note.
'Hey, I like your coat and boots. They are kinda like mine. Sooo... Dib is it? I like your name. What's with that kid in the back? He's green! And he has no ears or nose. If you ask me, I'd say he was an alien. Heh... But I guess I watch too much Mysterious Mysteries. I'm a paranormal investigator. Well, a young version of one anyways. Well, gotta go. Write back if you can.
- Taryn'
Dib folded the note back up and stuck it in the pocket of his coat. 'She's into the paranormal too? And she even suspects that Zim is an alien! Finally! Somebody that can help me prove to the world that aliens exist!' He mentally cheered. But a few seconds later his thoughts were interrupted by a harsh shout.
"Dib! Perhaps you would like to tell me what we're talking about?" Mr. Talksalot stood by the board, hands on his hips, tapping his foot impatiently.
Dib paused for a moment, then stammered, "Uh... err... eh..." he glanced up at the board which happened to have the planet Jupiter on it. "Um.... Jupiter?"
The teacher stopped tapping his foot. "Lucky guess," he stated, and then turned back towards the board.
'Whew,' Dib sat back and slightly slid down in his seat.
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'Lunch! Finally...' Dib thought as he threw his books and papers messily into his locker and slammed it shut. It's a good thing that he had pretty much learned how to ignore pain; otherwise he would probably be lying on the ground right now. Man, was he sore. Especially his back. His nose and cheek hurt too. He had a nose-bleed for about an hour last night. It seemed like it was never going to stop.
Dib pushed his way through a group of kids standing in the hallway. He managed to overhear a conversation.
"Hey, have you seen that new girl?" a girl's voice asked.
"Yeah, she's a freak!" a guy's voice answered.
"Heh, her and that Dib kid would make the perfect couple!" another girl said. The group of kids started laughing.
Dib ignored it and kept pushing his way through the crowded hallway. Boy did he hate preps. They always judged people by their cover. 'There's nothing worse than a group of preps in the hall. And talking about ME for that matter,' he thought to himself.
Just then, Dib spotted Taryn at her locker, putting her books away, and grabbing some money out of her backpack. He cautiously approached her, having to push his way through more people. God, this skool was crowded...
"Hey," he said as he finally reached her.
"Hey," she waved.
'She certainly doesn't act like I would expect her to,' Dib thought. He cleared his throat. "So I ... uh... got your note. You like Mysterious Mysteries too?" He got pushed by some kid going through the hallway, so he decided to press his back up against the lockers.
"Yeah. I'm into paranormal investigation. I don't get why nobody ever believes me when I tell them aliens exist! I mean, I have proof! Actual evidence that there are extra terrestrials living out there." She slammed her locker door shut and stuck her hands in the pockets of her coat.
Dib just stood there silent for a moment. 'Wow,' he thought, 'she's just like me!'
She leaned her shoulder against her locker as she looked at Dib. "So uh... are you just going to stand there, or are you going to tell me how to get to the lunch room?"
Dib shook his head slightly as he snapped out of his trance. "Um... Yeah. It's this way, follow me," he pointed in the direction of the cafeteria and took off.
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"Great," Dib said as he looked at the menu, "Ketchup and rice day. My favorite," he said sarcastically as he made a disgusted face.
Taryn, who was standing next to him, also made a face, "That doesn't sound very appetizing..."
"Heh. It's not. The last time a kid ate that, he was in the hospital with food-poisoning for four weeks."
"Well, I guess I won't eat lunch then," Taryn said, "Yo Dib, what table do you sit at?"
"The one in the back. I usually sit by myself, why?" Dib questioned as he glanced at her.
She shrugged and looked sown at the ground, shuffling her feet, "Eh, I dunno. I guess I don't really fit in. I just wanted to know if I could sit with you. You seem pretty much like me."
"Sure," Dib said after a moment and then walked to the table in the back and sat down.
A few moments of silence went by at the table. Dib was used to this silence, and so was Taryn; probably because both of them were used to sitting by themselves most of the time. But it was weird to be so quiet when you have somebody sitting across from you.
"So.... hi," Taryn said after about four or five minutes of uncomfortable silence.
"Hi," Dib said back and lifted his hand off the table to wave a little.
"Soooo...." Taryn tried to think of something to say, "What happened to your face? I mean, you have a black eye, and there's a gash on your cheek."
"Yeah I know. My sister... She's... abusive. Yeah."
"Oooh.. What all happened?"
"Well... she threw things at me. Like," he numbered off on his fingers, "a vase, a lamp, a coffee mug... Then, she took me upstairs and punched me in the stomach, kneed me in the nose, slammed me against the wall four times, and then threw me out the window of her room; which is on the second floor."
Taryn winced, "Ouch. Why did she do all that?"
"She thinks I messed up her room! I mean, it was a disaster; there were things all over the place. Stuff was broken, torn apart, ripped down, etcetera. But it wasn't me! I think it was Zim. No, I KNOW it was Zim."
"Who's Zim?" she shot a confused look across the table to Dib.
Dib thrust his thumb towards where Zim was sitting at a table across the lunch room by himself.
The girl's black eyes widened, "Oh! The green kid?!"
"He's not a human! He's an alien! I have proof!"
"Really?! Wow! You're into paranormal stuff too?" Taryn looked shocked.
Dib nodded, "Yeah. And Mysterious Mysteries is my favorite show. I have even sent a bunch of stuff in."
"Ok, I have to admit, I thought I would never find anybody else who is into aliens. And nobody ever believes me when I try to tell them about invasions and aliens! A couple of years back, I was outside, and I heard this transmition that was coming through... There was something about curly fries towards the end..." Taryn said back and gazed up at the ceiling, obviously thinking.
Dib's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open slightly. "Taryn... You... You heard the same transmition as me!"
She quickly snapped out of her thinking to look at Dib. Shaking her head slightly and closing her eyes she muttered, "No way."
"If what you say that you heard is true, you had to have heard the same thing as me. No joking," Dib looked serious.
Taryn put her finger to her lip and sat there in silence.
Just then, the bell rang, symbolizing the end of lunch.
Taryn stood up and pushed her chair in. "See ya later," she called to Dib as she turned and walked towards the door, getting lost in the crowd of people.
Dib stood up a few seconds later, after the cafeteria had mostly cleared out, and walked towards the door, still lost in thought.
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Ok, that be it for now... I need to think up a chapter 3 to this story thingy... Wootness!
Disclaimer: I do not own Zim, Dib, Gaz, Gir, etc. ...For those who are the unintelligent kind, it means this: I am not the creator of Invader Zim, I am not the producer of Invader Zim, I am not a cast member of Invader Zim, I am not related to Invader Zim (Well, not Zim anyways), and I AM NOT Invader Zim. Everybody got that? Anyone, anyone, questions?! No? Ok then. Oh, I do own Taryn; on the account that she is ME. And I'm pretty sure I own myself... Mmmyep. Ok. Let your brains turn to mush as you waste valuable time reading my story... heh heh... (my name is pronounced *T-air-IN* )
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The Traitor, ch 2
By GothicAngel
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RIIING! The bell rang symbolizing the start of class. Dib walked in and took his seat. He sat in the third row, first seat. He put his notebook and science book on the desk, and then glanced over to where Zim sat. Zim sat in the last row, six seats back, which was the last seat. Dib knew that the alien was behind destroying Gaz's room one way or the other.
Zim sat in his desk, resting his head on his hand as he fiddled with a pencil on his desk. He didn't look as though he was up to anything. He just looked... tired and bored.
Dib returned home very late the other night, only to grab his backpack and his social studies homework. He didn't want to stay home very long in case Gaz woke up and spotted him in the house. He would be a trapped rat then. He had a secret underground lab that he had built about a year ago. He had everything that he needed there; food, clothes, shelter. Not to mention he was safe, and nobody knew about it except himself. So that's where he'd be staying for quite a while.
Dib stretched his arms and legs. Ouch. Man were they sore. Not only the muscles hurt, but also the cuts and bruises that covered them. Not to mention his back; after being smashed into the wall four times last night...
The science teacher, Mr. Talksalot, entered the room. He was about 5'11" and had short, brown, spiked hair. He was very skinny, and somewhere around in his early twenties.
"Class," he talked in a low, dull, voice, "We have a new student today," he walked over and straitened up some papers on his desk. He then put on his glasses and picked up a piece of paper.
Just then, the classroom door swung open and slammed against the wall. A girl walked in.
"Class, I'd like you to meet Taryn. She moved here from... someplace. It was probably better than here. She gets to explain some things about herself to the class. Hurray for us..." Mr. Talksalot walked back to him desk and sat down.
As Taryn stood in front of the class, Dib lifted his head off his hand and looked her over.
She wore her hair down, it came about six inches past her shoulders and was a bright purple with the tips dyed black. She wore a black shirt with black bellbottoms and black combat boots. She had silver skull-and-crossbones earrings in both of her ears, and a safety pin through the top of her right ear. She wore a leather collar around her neck with spikes sticking out of it. Chains hung out of the pockets of her pants and connected to the belt loops. She wore a long black trench coat over it all.
Her eyes... Her eyes were pitch black. Both eyes were completely dark. She wore black lipstick and black eye shadow and had a scar above her right eye. She looked kind of pale... But it could have just been because of all the black she was wearing. She looked kind of scary.
"Hello," she said to the class, "As all of you should know, my name is Taryn. I moved here from Michigan," she smiled, and Dib's eyes widened. Her smile didn't seem too inviting...
Zim had stopped messing around with the pencil and was also checking the new girl out. Then he quickly lost interest and got out a piece of paper and started doodling.
"Thank you for sharing that with us, Taryn. We are now all very informed. Please take a seat in the third row, behind Dib," Mr. Talksalot pointed to the desk behind Dib.
Taryn nodded to the teacher and walked to her seat. Dib's gaze followed her as she walked past him. She then sat down behind him.
"Ok class," Mr. Talksalot said lamely, "Today we are going to be learning about the planets. Woo hoo. Good for all of us. Now, I expect you all to stay awake during this lesson. Because every word I'm about to say is going to be on the test next week.
'Ok,' Dib thought to himself, 'It's creepy enough that this girl is in my class... But, come on! Does she have to sit right behind me?!'
The teacher walked up to the board and started writing the names of the planets. "And boys and girls," he started, still writing on the chalk board, "Uranus IS a planet. So I don't want to hear any of you brats coming up to me after failing the test and saying, 'Well I didn't know that was a planet!'"
Dib heard the sound of paper being ripped out of a notebook, and then some scribbling. Without looking back, he knew that the new girl was writing something. Ignoring it, he leaned forward and set his head in his hands. His eyelids drooped as he listened to the teacher's boring lecture about Jupiter. He was just about asleep when there was a tap on his shoulder. He jumped about a mile.
Panting and shocked, Dib spun around to see the new girl cocking an eyebrow at him. She silently held up a small, neatly-folded piece of paper.
Dib glanced down at the note, then back at Taryn, then back at the note. He shot her a suspicious/confused glare, then took the note and turned back around. 'Jeeze,' he thought, 'Even her FINGERNAILS are black...' He then looked the note over carefully.
'Hey, so I'm paranoid, so what? You never know what could happen these days. People could be inventing ways to make bombs into powder and then sprinkle them into notes and stuff. Or... maybe there's a deadly disease in there! ...Nah. She wouldn't have been handling it with her bare hands.'
After finding nothing wrong with the paper, Dib glanced around, making sure the teacher was distracted, which he was, and then he slowly opened the note.
'Hey, I like your coat and boots. They are kinda like mine. Sooo... Dib is it? I like your name. What's with that kid in the back? He's green! And he has no ears or nose. If you ask me, I'd say he was an alien. Heh... But I guess I watch too much Mysterious Mysteries. I'm a paranormal investigator. Well, a young version of one anyways. Well, gotta go. Write back if you can.
- Taryn'
Dib folded the note back up and stuck it in the pocket of his coat. 'She's into the paranormal too? And she even suspects that Zim is an alien! Finally! Somebody that can help me prove to the world that aliens exist!' He mentally cheered. But a few seconds later his thoughts were interrupted by a harsh shout.
"Dib! Perhaps you would like to tell me what we're talking about?" Mr. Talksalot stood by the board, hands on his hips, tapping his foot impatiently.
Dib paused for a moment, then stammered, "Uh... err... eh..." he glanced up at the board which happened to have the planet Jupiter on it. "Um.... Jupiter?"
The teacher stopped tapping his foot. "Lucky guess," he stated, and then turned back towards the board.
'Whew,' Dib sat back and slightly slid down in his seat.
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'Lunch! Finally...' Dib thought as he threw his books and papers messily into his locker and slammed it shut. It's a good thing that he had pretty much learned how to ignore pain; otherwise he would probably be lying on the ground right now. Man, was he sore. Especially his back. His nose and cheek hurt too. He had a nose-bleed for about an hour last night. It seemed like it was never going to stop.
Dib pushed his way through a group of kids standing in the hallway. He managed to overhear a conversation.
"Hey, have you seen that new girl?" a girl's voice asked.
"Yeah, she's a freak!" a guy's voice answered.
"Heh, her and that Dib kid would make the perfect couple!" another girl said. The group of kids started laughing.
Dib ignored it and kept pushing his way through the crowded hallway. Boy did he hate preps. They always judged people by their cover. 'There's nothing worse than a group of preps in the hall. And talking about ME for that matter,' he thought to himself.
Just then, Dib spotted Taryn at her locker, putting her books away, and grabbing some money out of her backpack. He cautiously approached her, having to push his way through more people. God, this skool was crowded...
"Hey," he said as he finally reached her.
"Hey," she waved.
'She certainly doesn't act like I would expect her to,' Dib thought. He cleared his throat. "So I ... uh... got your note. You like Mysterious Mysteries too?" He got pushed by some kid going through the hallway, so he decided to press his back up against the lockers.
"Yeah. I'm into paranormal investigation. I don't get why nobody ever believes me when I tell them aliens exist! I mean, I have proof! Actual evidence that there are extra terrestrials living out there." She slammed her locker door shut and stuck her hands in the pockets of her coat.
Dib just stood there silent for a moment. 'Wow,' he thought, 'she's just like me!'
She leaned her shoulder against her locker as she looked at Dib. "So uh... are you just going to stand there, or are you going to tell me how to get to the lunch room?"
Dib shook his head slightly as he snapped out of his trance. "Um... Yeah. It's this way, follow me," he pointed in the direction of the cafeteria and took off.
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"Great," Dib said as he looked at the menu, "Ketchup and rice day. My favorite," he said sarcastically as he made a disgusted face.
Taryn, who was standing next to him, also made a face, "That doesn't sound very appetizing..."
"Heh. It's not. The last time a kid ate that, he was in the hospital with food-poisoning for four weeks."
"Well, I guess I won't eat lunch then," Taryn said, "Yo Dib, what table do you sit at?"
"The one in the back. I usually sit by myself, why?" Dib questioned as he glanced at her.
She shrugged and looked sown at the ground, shuffling her feet, "Eh, I dunno. I guess I don't really fit in. I just wanted to know if I could sit with you. You seem pretty much like me."
"Sure," Dib said after a moment and then walked to the table in the back and sat down.
A few moments of silence went by at the table. Dib was used to this silence, and so was Taryn; probably because both of them were used to sitting by themselves most of the time. But it was weird to be so quiet when you have somebody sitting across from you.
"So.... hi," Taryn said after about four or five minutes of uncomfortable silence.
"Hi," Dib said back and lifted his hand off the table to wave a little.
"Soooo...." Taryn tried to think of something to say, "What happened to your face? I mean, you have a black eye, and there's a gash on your cheek."
"Yeah I know. My sister... She's... abusive. Yeah."
"Oooh.. What all happened?"
"Well... she threw things at me. Like," he numbered off on his fingers, "a vase, a lamp, a coffee mug... Then, she took me upstairs and punched me in the stomach, kneed me in the nose, slammed me against the wall four times, and then threw me out the window of her room; which is on the second floor."
Taryn winced, "Ouch. Why did she do all that?"
"She thinks I messed up her room! I mean, it was a disaster; there were things all over the place. Stuff was broken, torn apart, ripped down, etcetera. But it wasn't me! I think it was Zim. No, I KNOW it was Zim."
"Who's Zim?" she shot a confused look across the table to Dib.
Dib thrust his thumb towards where Zim was sitting at a table across the lunch room by himself.
The girl's black eyes widened, "Oh! The green kid?!"
"He's not a human! He's an alien! I have proof!"
"Really?! Wow! You're into paranormal stuff too?" Taryn looked shocked.
Dib nodded, "Yeah. And Mysterious Mysteries is my favorite show. I have even sent a bunch of stuff in."
"Ok, I have to admit, I thought I would never find anybody else who is into aliens. And nobody ever believes me when I try to tell them about invasions and aliens! A couple of years back, I was outside, and I heard this transmition that was coming through... There was something about curly fries towards the end..." Taryn said back and gazed up at the ceiling, obviously thinking.
Dib's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open slightly. "Taryn... You... You heard the same transmition as me!"
She quickly snapped out of her thinking to look at Dib. Shaking her head slightly and closing her eyes she muttered, "No way."
"If what you say that you heard is true, you had to have heard the same thing as me. No joking," Dib looked serious.
Taryn put her finger to her lip and sat there in silence.
Just then, the bell rang, symbolizing the end of lunch.
Taryn stood up and pushed her chair in. "See ya later," she called to Dib as she turned and walked towards the door, getting lost in the crowd of people.
Dib stood up a few seconds later, after the cafeteria had mostly cleared out, and walked towards the door, still lost in thought.
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Ok, that be it for now... I need to think up a chapter 3 to this story thingy... Wootness!