Possession

DISCLAIMER: I do not own INVADER ZIM and the characters involved in the plot.

Chapter 1

Zim's Obsession

"Gaz! Hurry, or we'll be late for skool!" Gaz groaned as her older brother's voice reached her ear. Waking herself from the depths of slumber that she enjoyed, the now 16 year old teenager slumped over to her dresser, dragging open a drawer and snatching a pair of black jeans up. Pulling those on, she searched the confined space for her favorite black and purple top. Not finding the aforementioned shirt, she shrugged and grabbed another one, throwing it on as she stomped down the stairs.

Dib was waiting impatiently for her at the bottom, holding out a piece of dried toast for her to eat. "Geez, could you take much longer?" he asked, pushing her out the door, literally.

She gave him the Look that quite plainly stated, 'Yes, I can.' Leaving Dib to twitch on the doorstep, Gaz walked ahead of him. "Idiot," she mumbled, chewing on the toast Dib had supplied.

Her brother snapped out of it a few minutes later, and, realizing how late he was going to be if he didn't hurry, screamed "WAIT!" at the top of his lungs, and ran to catch up with Gaz.

Gaz, in turn, kept walking, even though she slowed down so he could reach her. She let a small grin grace her lips, but it was gone as soon as it appeared.

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Unknown to her, something was watching them in the bushes.

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Gaz shivered as Dib ran up beside her. There it was... the feeling that she was being watched again. It was a rather normal thing anymore; she had first felt it only a month or so ago, and it just kept coming back... Gaz had decided to dismiss it in the beginning, but as the imaginary stalker came back time and time again, even more frequently, she had concluded that it was something she had to be on the lookout for. Now, it seemed to be a constant force... it was always there. However creepy it was, Gaz could count on it. The person had never contacted her in any way, nor did it seem to mean any harm, so she'd let it go, allowed it to exist.

At the entrance to their Hi Skool, Dib turned to Gaz, reminding her to be safe, and not to contact the Upstairs people.

Oh? Had we not mentioned it? Well, let us fix that then!

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Here's the lowdown on what has happened in the past six years (excerpt from Dib's records):

It happened. I tried warning the people about it, but do they listen? No, nobody listens to the bigheaded kid! Zim has taken over the earth. I'm not even sure how he did it, I just know that one day he was smugly sitting in class and the next day... the Armada had appeared in orbit. I formed a resistance, but we were forced underground. We live an as-close-to-normal life as possible, but everyday life can be interrupted by the simplest things. The Upstairs people are what I have dubbed the people that have become slaves to the whims of the Irkens. If we attempt contact with them, the Irkens will know our exact coordinates within the earth. They would then, theoretically, be able to come and destroy us, but I imagine that Tallest Zim - yes, the dumbass has become a leader - would carefully choose a victim and pick them off one at a fucking time...

We've been in the underground for about 5 years now...I wonder if life will ever go back to being the same...

(End excerpt)

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Gaz sat in her desk, tapping her pencil in an irritated way. "...So that concludes our LONG explanation of why people nowadays have no moral fiber," Ms. Bitters said, glaring down at each pupil individually. The skool's student body population had drastically decreased after the taking over of earth, and concerned parents had pulled their kids out of the underground skool system, not wanting them to walk the streets unprotected everyday. Professor Membrane, Gaz and Dib's father, had disappeared in a mysterious accident after the Irken Empire had come, and was presumed to be dead, therefore Gaz and Dib lived alone in a ramshackle cabin and could do as they wished. Despite the fact that she was a horrible, cranky, and evil old woman, Ms. Bitters had agreed to teach the rebellion kids. So, the teenagers found themselves crammed into a small room in the skoolhouse.

Dib glanced at the clock, and raised his hand. "Yes?" Ms. Bitters asked.

"It's time for us to eat," Dib said, pointing to the small alarm clock on the teacher's desk. "Can we begin?"

"Go ahead," Ms. Bitters replied, sitting at her seat and pulling out a paper bag.

Following her example, the skoolkids grabbed similar bags from under their desks and proceeded to dig in. Walking over to his sister, Dib sat in the empty seat next to her and stole a carrot from her bag. Munching on it, he asked her, "How are you feeling?"

"I feel like shit" was her honest grumble. He chuckled, a rare thing anymore, and snatched another carrot. "Remind me why we come here everyday?"

"To better prepare ourselves against the incoming forces of Zim," Dib spat his hated enemy's name like it was a swearword, and the voices in the room died out before rising again.

Nodding her head, she faced the window. Something flashed by, and her eyes widened. 'Could that be...? Nah...' Going back to her lunch, she kept one eye focused on the "outside" world, not really paying attention to Dib's rantings.

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Sitting underneath the windowsill, a person could be seen. However, he was hidden by a bush, conveniently placed there by some gardener in the underground resistance.

The figure grinned manically, congratulating itself on the brilliantly planned idea. Everyday, it allowed Gaz to sense a bit more of its presence, until he could finally reveal himself to her. Then, he would capture her, and use her as bait against her brother while also using her as a personal slave to attend to him.

Zim snickered. Gaz was his, and no amount of protection on Dib's part would change that.

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