(A/N: I do not own any of the characters of Invader Zim, and thusfar I do not plan to add a character of my own, unless it's really small. Yeah, so there you have it. )
"Oooh," cooed Gir, and he and reached out and dipped a single finger into the mess. Nothing happened. He lifted the finger to his wide eyes, and still nothing happened. Finally, just as he was about to put the sickening plasmic goop to his mouth, a voice rang about the kitchen.
"Who was it that created me, made me real?" cried the voice, deep and powerful. Gir said nothing, but looked around, astonished that the house was capable of speech.
Before his very eyes the goop changed to what appeared to be a glowing green man, small and pudgy, but evil looking besides. He lifted out of the bowl, and floated right above it, folding his legs and lounging in midair. His bulbous eyes peered over Gir, who was staring back with a blank look.
"So, metallic little runt," he coughed, hacking up green globs of waffle batter. He then stood in the air, raising his hands and looking all-powerful, if not a little short.
"I am Waffin, deity of batter, and you have released me from my prison of syrup by creating the necessary mix, then adding the ceremonial cherry. In return, I shall grant you one wish. But one only, so choose wisely."
Gir's stupefied face changed to ecstatically excited in a matter of seconds, and he squealed happily.
"I get a wish! I get a wish from the magical Waffle Leprechaun! Wheee!" He ran around and around, hands up in the air as he screamed for joy. Down below, Zim winced as he heard the robot's cries, and sighed.
"Best go check up on him," he growled, lifting himself up from the chair and taking the trashcan elevator upwards.
For five minutes Waffin watched the little SIR dance happily, but after five more minutes of trying to get the thing's attention, he raised his slopping arms into the air.
"ENOUGH! Either you decide your wish now, or I turn you into a pancake!"
Gir froze, the deep voice of the green batter resonating through the hallways of the house. His eyes peeled into a thoughtful, quizzical expression as he pondered just what he wanted. Unlimited sandwiches? A hat for piggy? Maybe -
"Gir!"
Zim had just stepped out of the trashcan, from the computer room. He eyed the floating mass of glowing waffle batter, and looked again at Gir before double-taking back to the glowing goo.
"What is that thing?" he asked in disgust, barely able to stand in the same room with the filthy glop of human radioactive waste.
"I am Waffin, Deity of Batter, and the robot you call 'Gir' has freed me from my prison. Thus, he gets on wish. And one wish only," the bearded waffle batter turned to Gir, looking down at the scrap metal 'bot with contempt.
"Choose wisely, young one, otherwise your wish will be for naught."
Gir looked to Zim, a blank expression on his metallic face. Then a smile broadened, and he said,
"I wish... -"
"No Gir! Wish for domination over the humans!" Zim shouted at the robot. Knowing the little idiot, he would wish for something as stupid as... mustard.
"Listen to your master, Gir. Wish for earth's domination!" he cried again.
"ENOUGH!" cried the Deity of Batter, "either you wish now, or I shall forget the whole process!
"No!" Gir cried, rushing forward and hopping in front of Waffin.
He opened his mouth, as if to say something, when he was distracted by a din from outside. On the sidewalks, children, no more than twelve years old, were galumphing about, being as children were, and simply throwing eggs at the gnomes in Zim's yard. Gir knew what he wanted to wish for.
He turned back to Waffin, ignoring Zim's piercing glares.
"I wish I were human!" he cried.