A/N: *just watched walk of doom* I'm running…I'm running! Whee, not much notes, except I heard they're making a Lenore movie. WOO! I. CAN'T. WAIT!!! You know what would be even juicier? An Invader Zim movie. *Drools all over herself* I was thinking of writing my own, but I'm tied up at the moment. Speaking of which I need to update my other fics…*glares at to-do list*…rawr.

Disclaimer: I crave for the day when I can say I actually own something, but I don't. I own some toe socks and I own this hair tie, but that's about it.

Zim awoke late in the night and felt something cold against his face. Cold…and metallic.

It took him a panicked second before he realized it was Gir, and he settled back against the couch.

He sighed and looked up at the ceiling and noticed the room wasn't glowing with the TV.

'Gir must've turned it off.' He thought absently.

Gir made a sound oddly familiar to a coo, but it was distorted by her robotic voice. She sighed and rolled over, landing on the living room floor with a loud ''clank.''

Zim leaned over and pulled her back on the couch and tucked her in, then saw the sombrero on the floor. He picked it up and set it softly on Gir's head and stood and walked into the kitchen.

He pulled open the fridge without even thinking and saw it stocked with Gir's poisons of choice.

Her junk food.

Ice cream sandwiches, pickles, half-eaten pizzas and something called ''Peeps.''

He smiled and closed the door and walked to the sink, grabbing a glass and turning on the water.

Without thinking he set the glass under the flow and let it fill until he shut it off.

Absently, he brought the glass to his lips and took a drink, and he stood still in the dark for a moment before a horrendous pain tore through his inside.

He stifled a scream, so as not to waken Gir, but he threw the glass to the floor and watched it shatter.

The crystal clear acid splashed against the tiled kitchen floor and Zim jumped away from it.

''Sweet mother of Irk!'' He held his stomach and slouched over, twitching slightly.

What had just happened?

Zim had gotten a glass of water in the middle of the night.

He recalled that humans did this normally.

Humans?

Zim's eyes snapped open and a low gurgle emitted from his mouth.

''I've been around humans too long.'' He whispered, complete fear clutching at his voice.

Then again, though, why should he care if he somehow became human?

Irken life had ridiculed him and outcast him.

He sighed heavily and tried to remember something happy.

Dib.

He thought of Dib and smiled.

He smiled as he mopped up the water, even though it stung his fingers, and he picked up the broken glass.

He was so busy smiling that he handled a piece wrong and it pricked his finger, causing the skin to puncture and blood to trickle to the surface.

He twinged at the pain and looked down to see the red liquid oozing from the small cut.

He gasped and couldn't hold back a horrified scream.

His eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he fell face forward onto the hard kitchen floor.

Bleeding wasn't an unusual thing for an Irken alien.

It just bothered him that it wasn't the usual blue color.

Zim awoke in the morning to a throbbing head, but he found he was lying on the couch, pillow propped under his sore head.

Confused and a bit scared he called for his robot companion.

She appeared at his side, eyes glowing red.

''What happened, Gir?'' He asked groggily.

Gir's eyes flashed back to their normal cyan blue color and she shrugged.

''You fell asleep on the kitchen floor.''

Zim finally remembered the night's events and groaned outwardly.

''You looked so cute!'' Gir mused loudly.

Zim pulled his hands out from under the blanket and looked at his finger, a scary monkey band aid wrapped sloppily around it.

''Oh yeaaah,'' Gir said, pointing to Zim's bandaged finger. ''You got an owie. I fixed it! I rock!'' Gir saluted, smacking her forehead, then dropped to the floor and rolled into the kitchen.

''I really have been around humans too long,'' Zim muttered under his breath as he inspected Gir's bandaging job. ''I think my body is recognizing it's atmosphere and imitating it.''

Gir reappeared on the living room floor, once again wearing her sombrero and watching the scary monkey.

It growled and Gir stood up, showering jelly beans onto the floor and laughed loudly.

Zim grabbed his head and shuddered. ''Gir, please be—''

Before he could finish, Gir screamed at an annoyingly high pitch similar to Mariah Carey, bounced around the room (causing loud crashes), before zooming into Zim's lap and screaming ''Happy Birthday!'' at the top of her non-existent lungs.

She threw a jellybean in his face, which bounced off and hit the floor.

''Gir, I—''

Zim was cut off again as Gir's eyes flashed red and she looked at Zim accusingly.

''Do you know the muffin man?''

Zim blinked and tried to pull away. ''Excuse me?…''

Gir grabbed his face in her hands and squealed happily. ''The muffin man!''

She jumped onto the floor and thought out loud, ''I want muffins.'' Then disappeared into the kitchen.

Zim sighed as, for a second, the room got quiet with only the sound of Gir shuffling around pots and pans in the kitchen. A few moments went by and her loud humming floated through the air.

Zim tried to snuggle down on the couch and prop the pillow up to block the sound of Gir, but a loud screech followed by a loud blast couldn't be ignored.

Gir ran flailing from the kitchen area, a couple dark burn marks on her shiny body.

''My muffins!'' She cried, dropping to her knees and sobbing. ''My mu-u-u- fffffins!''

The little robot was reduced to sobs as Zim cringed and clenched his fists.

The smoke billowing from the kitchen, the loud TV, Gir's crying…it all added up with his headache.

Zim screamed out, and everything seemed to pause.

He got up quickly and threw on his disguise sloppily before running out the door.

Dib yawned as he opened the door, rubbing his eyes lazily.

He was shocked to see Zim standing on the step, twitching and holding his head.

''Advil!'' Zim declared suddenly. ''GIVE. IT.''

A/N: woo! I'm dancin' like a munkay! *Dances* Yay! I don't have anything stupid and meaningless devouring my afternoon tomorrow which means—you guessed it—time to write more! So expect another chapter or two tomorrow night. PLUS…that gives me time to finish up some other projects. *Clears cobwebs from her notepad* Poor neglected little thing ;___; I still love you.