By animeninjaNIPPON

OK, first let me start off by saying…technically, this is not a ZADR. Coming from me, you'd think it would be, but it's not. Second, it's not a ZADR parody – well, it kinda is, but not in an anti-ZADR way. No, what this story is, in fact, is the answer to all those anti-slash stories that have been suddenly popping up in the Invader Zim category! Has anyone else noticed this? There are no anti-slash stories popping up relentlessly in any of the other fandoms I read/write for, just this one plus the one in the Jhonen Vasquez category…oh yes, that reminds me, I don't own Invader Zim, and no matter how hard I try I cannot keep the characters completely IC all the time. After all, I'm not Jhonen, I just like to pretend I am…mwahahahaha.

Anyhoo, sorry for the long author's note. And I don't hate those anti-slash stories (in fact, I've read some of them and they're pretty good), I just had to do this to counter the backlash because I'm insane like that. But hey, to each their own… Mwahahahaha.

It was a quiet, peaceful night – a true rarity for the large-headed boy known as Dib. With his sister Gaz busy playing her Game Slave 2 and his father busy perfecting Power Toast 2.0, he had the perfect opportunity to go to his room and monitor the Swollen Eyeball Network via computer. On his way there, Dib pondered out loud, "When is the last time I checked my email?"

Strangely obsessed with this new idea, he went to his Inbox and cleared out all the house insurance spam. One letter, though, caught his attention.

"PROOF THAT ALIENS EXIST!" read the subject line. Naturally, Dib clicked the link to see what "proof" the letter held:

Dear Sir or Madam:

We cordially invite you to visit funstories. net,where people share their "encounters" with the unknown by our virtual water cooler!

To visit us, merely click the link below or copy it into your Internet browser.

"All right!" Dib exclaimed. "This I gotta see!" Without further ado, he clicked the link. It took five minutes for the page to load, but when it finally did, Dib was greeted by a stupid "This page cannot be displayed" sign.

"What?" he cried, clicking the link a second time. Again, "This page cannot be displayed."

"All right then…" Dib highlighted the seemingly defective link and copied it. "Let's try it THIS way!" A mysterious flash of thunder lit up his dark blue room as he pasted the URL into the area near the top of his computer screen and hit "Enter."

Instead of taking him to "funstories. net," thelink led Dib to "fanstories. net."

"Whatthe…is this right?" Dib wondered, noticing that the main word in the URL he pasted into the browser now read fanstories instead of funstories. "Oh well, might as well look around…"

In the living room, Gaz tapped away at the buttons on her GS2. She was completely engrossed in her Vampire Piggies game until her brother's bloodcurdling cry of doom shook her out of her voluntary trance. Reluctantly, she opened one eye in Dib's general direction.

"Gaz, people are OBSESSED with me!" he shrieked, running into the living room while waving a stack of printed-off papers in his outstretched hand.

"Do you mind?" she snapped. "I am TRYING to finish this level."

"But Gaz, I came across this website where people write about me and Zim as an item! Don't you think that's weird?"

"The only thing 'weird' around here is you. Now leave me alone already!"

"But Gaz – " Dib held out the papers in front of his sister's face. "They write stories with you in them, too!"

"Am I happy in these stories?" Gaz turned her head completely to scan the papers.

"Uh, I dunno…"

"Well, as long as they write stories where people don't bother me, I don't care." She returned to her gameplay.

Dib paused to think for a moment. "I better tell Dad about this!" With that, he spun around and ran to his father's lab with all speed.

End of part one