Ch 13: full moon blues
Disclaimer: As the stray cat that bums off my family and raids my fridgeis my witness I make this proclamation: I DO NOT OWN INVADER ZIM!
The night of the full moon had finally arrived. Both opposing sides were ready. Ready for a moment that would change the lives of the entire town. Ready for- okay, so it wasn't as exiting as I'd like it to be, but let me just get on with the story, K? Dib was already with various members of the Swollen Eyeballs, out in a field at the outskirts of town, while Brandy was in a nearby willow tree, waiting for the signal. The brunette was in her winged form, ready for anything,. Okay, so she wasn't ready for a random hobo with a breathing problem to sneak up behind her, but that comes later.
"Tonight, my fellow eyeballs, will be a night like no other. For tonight is the night that we once and for all capture the menace to society known as- (pauses for dramatic impact) -The Fallen Angel!" Everyone present gasped at Dark Booty's words. Well, they oohed and ahhed a bit to. "My minions- are the net canons ready?" Swollen Eyeball members wearing giant army helmets shouted "yay!"
"Good. Agent Mothman, are you ready for your close up?" Dib, sporting not only a hobo costume but a deeply annoyed look, emerged from the crowd. "Do I really have to dress up like this?" He questioned Dark Booty. "You have to look the part, my boy, And look the part you shall..." Dark Booty paused, as if trying to remember something that he had forgotten. "Oh wait! I forgot- (told ya) -here's your hat." Dark Booty hands the paranormal investigator a ragged old hat. "But I don't own a hat-"
"YOU DO NOW!" Dark Booty nudged Dib forward. "Go, step towards the manakin." The manikin was wearing a dress, and was probably stolen from the nearest fashion store. The manikin, not the dress. That was stolen from K-Mart.
"Take your positions everyone!" Dark Booty hid behind some bushes, as did spectators. Those in charge of the net canons tried to think invisible, but couldn't summon the brain power to do so. Brandy lay in wait. That's when the Hobo came... Dib just stood next to the manikin. "Annnnndddd- action!" Everyone stared at the almost empty field. Dib, not knowing what to do, pushes the manikin with his index finger. As it topples to the grassy ground, Brandy couldn't be heard causing the hobo pain for taking her by surprise. "You little- what?" The now transformed brunette now realized who it was. "Zim? What are you doing dressed as a hobo?" Apparently, Zim got the temporary breathing problem when a pregnant woman punched him in the nose. "For your information(huff) Freak-child(huff) the death bee has struck again(huff) and now I am searching for my Voot cruiser(huff) What is the Dib-pig(huff) doing dressed in my disguise?" Brandy realized that she was late for her cue. "Well, it's been fun catching up, but now I gotta go elude some moronic- or potentially high- paranormal investigators." And with that, Brandy flew out of the willow tree towards Dib, who was poking the manikin with a stick, feeling a bit stupid. "It's her! I knew she would fall for this clever plan!(yeah...right)Minions! Capture her at once!" The ones in charge of the net cannons did as Dark Booty told them and fired. This was all to no avail, however, for Brandy dodged every net with superhuman agility. And before Dark Booty could fire his own net canon at her, she was already behind him. "I know this was a trap." She whispered eerily in his ear, "And I want you to know one thing: you'll never catch me.You're just too stupid." At the blink of an eye, the brunette cuts Dark Booty on the cheek with her razor-sharp claws and flies off towards the moon.
Back at the clearing, Dark Booty, face bleeding slightly, was breaking down. "She got away? How could she get away- I thought this plan was foolproof." Dib, who ditched the hobo costume, walked up to him. "Excuse me, agent Dark Booty? I hope you don't mind if I go after the Fallen Angel on my own from now on." Dark Booty sharply inhales, then whimpers. "I'll take that as a yes." Dib, now relieved he won't have to deal with the Swollen Eyeballs for a while, turns to walk home. Just then Dark Booty regains control of himself(i.e. the effects of the hash brownies had worn off) "Of course! It all makes sense..."
"Dib! Wait up!" about forty yards away from where Dib had abandoned Dark Booty, Brandy showed up. "Hey." the large-headed paranormal investigator responded. "Look, I'm sorry I was late for my cue. Zim showed up and he-"
"No need to say any more, I understand." Dib said, waving his hand in front of him. A long moment of silence passed between the two, until Brandy spoke up. "You know what? It's a long way from here to your house. Why don't I fly you over there?"
"Wha- no way, I'll be all right. Besides, if someone spots you-" But before Dib could finish, the brunette grabbed him by the waist and flew into the direction of their destination. She murmured in his ear,"C'mon. Do you think anyone would spot me when they're asleep?"
As Brandy flew over the city, Dib gazed at the lights below. He saw people bustling about, living their mundane lives. He saw the buildings aglow with neon lights, billboard signs, and desk lamps of those working overtime. "It's...beautiful."
"The lights? Yeah, I love gazing down on them to." The two finally made it to Dib's house. Brandy landed on the roof and released Dib. "Well, it's been nice outwitting secret organizations with you tonight, but I got places to be and people to kill, so...goodnight." The brunette turned to leave when Dib's voice stopped her. "Brandy, I love you."
"Love you to. See you at skool." And with that, Brandy silently leaped off the roof and glided away from the neighborhood. As soon as she was a speck on the horizon, Dib slipped into the open window to his room, changed into his pajamas, and fell asleep on his bed, unaware of the danger his lover was going to face...
(A/N: I know, it's really short, but this is the best spot I could end this chapter. Don't worry, I'll update soon!)