I DON'T OWN INVADER ZIM.

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WARNING: M FOR MATURE, BOY ON BOY, YAOI (LATER CHAPTERS)

Zim thinking

Dib thinking

Talking

Chapter 1: You're giving me another reason to live?

ZIM

Zim awoke to find himself still on the floor soaked with his tears (under his eyes looked a little blue from the heavy crying but it wasn't noticeable. His scarlet red eyes looked dull as if he felt nothing, his silky-smooth skin sort of a pale green from lying on the cold floor, his slender body covered by that shivered as he tired to fight back the tears from over flowing again). He picked himself off the ground slowly to a sitting position and looked up to find the time. "9:30 a.m. . . . I've been asleep for almost 30 minutes. What am I going to do now? I obliviously can't rely on this dust planet for nourishment support and rain days would surely kill me . . . it's that what I need to do, kill myself?" Zim thought to himself.

"Masta, I made waffles and I know how much you like SOAP, so I put lots." yelled Gir, in his puppy outfit, running from the kitchen and into the lab where Zim sat dazed.

"Gir, just go play with mini moose I'm . . . busy right now." Zim calmly replied not looking at Gir.

Gir stared at Zim in confusion. "Masta, what's wrong? Do you have a stomach ache? Does your butt hurt again?" Gir asked.

"GIR, STOP! THAT WAS JUST THAT ONE TIME WHEN YOU FORCED ME TO CONSUME THAT HORRIBLE EXCUSE FOR A NACHO-CHEESE OR WHATEVER YOU CALL IT!" Zim yelled.

Gir smiled and cupped Zim's face with his tiny hands to have Zim look into his robotic ocean blue eyes. "Does the Masta feel better now?" he asked cutely.

Zim just stared at Gir surprised by his question. "Gir . . . you're not really as dim-witted as you lead me to believe, are you?"

". . . I. . . MADE . . . WAFFLES!" Gir yelled running around in circles.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm coming." Zim stated while pushing himself off the ground and heading towards the kitchen following Gir.

DIB

Watching the morning light come in from the closed shades of his window, Dib sat in bed just staring off in space. "What am I going to do now?" Dib thought to himself, "It's become harder on me to even continue this useless pursuit of the supernatural and the paranormal. I'm eighteen years old and acting like an insane (that's what they refer to me) psycho, obsessed with aliens and Zim (which apparently, in their eyes, I'm considered gay). I can't continue but the human survival depends on my interception of Zim 'amazing' plan. . . . sometimes I ask myself why I even care anymore about these selfish empty shells."

"Dib, get out of bed!" Gaz yelled from the kitchen snapping Dib out of his trance.

Not really in the mood to argue with Gaz and lose, he got up from bed and went into the bathroom that was in his room and looked into the mirror. He studied his scythe looking bundle of hair, that grew long over the years, was now hanging in front of his face and the low cut behind his head grew too but not as long, jus enough to tell the difference between the front and back. His light amber eyes mirrored a faint light that seemed to come out of no where. His pale face (body too) made his lips, which were this glossy rose color, noticeable. His tall but slightly muscular body hunched a little bit because he was a few inches taller then his mirror (which is lower then it was suppost to be). He reached over to the mirror and drew an imaginary frown over his lips.

"Geez, can't she even be nice for once . . . . no that'll be the sign of the end of the universe itself." Dib said to himself signing.

He took off his clothes, grabbed his tooth brush and paste, and hopped into the shower. He let the water from the shower head bound on his head as his mind wondered. "Zim . . . has become a . . . beauty after all this years. It's kind of making me doubt myself if he's even an alien . . . if it wasn't for the green skin, amazing ruby red eyes that shimmers when his pissed, the alien technology, and that annoying way he refers to himself. . . wait . . . no . . . no, this can't be I've . . . fallen for that impulsive, inconsiderable jerk. *signs* It's bad enough that I'm considered insane but now I've got the hots for a guy and an alien to top that off!" He snapped himself out of his thoughts and just decided to focus on the shower. After he was done he through a towel around his waist and took another towel for drying his hair. He stepped out of the bathroom still drying his hair as he continued to walk toward his alarm clock to check the time. "9:30 . . . damn, half the morning hasn't even pasted yet."

Dib opened his closet door and pulled out a black shirt that says "If you're reading this then you're seriously an asshole", it also had this anime chibi person with his middle fingers up, he grab his black skinny jeans that had rips round the knees, pulled out his combat boots with a lot of straps on it and had the picture of skulls around the ankles, and lastly he couldn't resist to grab his trench coat which put the icing on the cake. He walked out of his room and headed down stairs towards the kitchen to see Gaz there eating pizza (for some reason) and as usual playing her game slave.

"Hey, Gaz." Dib said as he was searching the refrigerator for actual breakfast, "Where's dad?"

"Stayed at work again." She replied quickly.

"Right, I expected that." Dib retorted.

"Then why do you still ask dumbass?" Gaz asked not really wanting an answer.

"A bad habit. Any ways I'm not gonna stay home today I'm going to go over Zim's place and go mess with his head by bring up that show stupid he hates," Dib continued on not really caring if Gaz was listening or not. "Remember that 'evil monkey show' that would air all day and everyday, just the mention of it and he goes crazy." Dib laughed pulling out the carton of eggs and 2 pieces of bacon. (He took out the pan from the bottom drawer and placed it on he stove, turning the stove on, putting the olive oil in the pan to cook the eggs and the bacon) He cracked the (2) eggs, letting the yolk fall onto the pan, and put the bacon next to the eggs (quickly pulling his hands away to avoid the popping oil burning his hands)

"Hey, Gaz do you think Dad forgot we exist?" Dib suddenly asked still not looking at Gaz.

". . . . probably . . . or . . . probably not," She answered briefly after hesitating, "Why are you asking me dumb questions early in the damn morning."

Dib finished making his breakfast and placed his plate on the table across from Gaz, who was still playing her game slave occasionally yelling "Die" or "kill". "It wasn't a dumb question if I was serious about it." Dib whispered before he started eating.

When he was done, he headed towards the door, "If dad calls, with would never happen, tell him that I went out and not to bother expecting me to came home on time for dinner." And closed the door behind him and started walking towards Zim's house only to find Gir in his cute puppy outfit stand in front of him.

"Whoa . . . Gir, what are you doing here and how did you get here?" Dib said breathlessly because he had to admit that the sudden appearance of Gir surprised him and it wasn't really easy to surprise Dib after all he's seen with Zim around.

"I made you some TACOS! You should come and eat some." Gir quickly replied to Dibs questions not intending to answer him completely.

"Gir . . . go away and play doggie some where else." Dib said annoyed.

"Awwww . . . somebody needs a hug." Gir said motioning to Dib that he'll give him a hug.

"No . . . Gir . . . stop . . . okay, okay I'll come, okay I'll come." Dib said giving in to Gir.

"Yay! I made mashed po-ta-toes." Gir yelled as he skipped along the sidewalk towards the Base (Zim's house or home unit whichever).

"I thought you made tacos?" Dib asked not really confused.

"Dib-thingy . . . I say a lot of thing. The fact that you take them seriously is your problem." Gir said under his breath.

". . . what did you just say?" Dib asked now really confused "Maybe I'm imagining things, I thought Gir just said something intelligent just now. The Gir that destroys things, makes a lot of waffles, plays with a dirty pig, and foils Zim's plans in an insane and stupid way even thought he doesn't mean to. Yeah must have been my imagination running wild again."

Before he noticed it he was already at Zim's front step, staring at the boy's bathroom sign hanging crookedly on the door.

Normal

Gir opened the door to the odd looking house and motioned for Dub to step inside.

"Where's Zim?" Dib asked

"The masta didn't want to finish eating breakfast, so he's in the-"

"Lab?" Dib interrupted.

"Bedroom, sleeping or something," Gir finished his answer kind of annoyed he was interrupted, "I'll take you to him follow me."

Gir walked past the kitchen and down the hallway with Dib following him, "Are you still watching that 'evil monkey show'?" Dib asked trying (for some odd reason) to strike up a conversation.

"I loves me my 'EVIL MONKEY'." Gir yelled finally back to his old self "And I loves the Doom Song. Doom doom, doom, doom, doom."

Hating himself for having to talk about 'evil monkeys' Dib and Gir finally arrived at Zim's bedroom door. "Just open the door and ENTER THE ROOM . . . WHE!" Gir said before running off to who knows where.

Kind of suspicious of what's going on but didn't want to miss the opportunity of some what seeing Zim in actual Pajama pants Dib grab at the Door knob and turned, and pushed it to look inside. Dib couldn't believe what he saw.

Author's notes: Hi! I finally finished Chapter 1, hope it wasn't boring and hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you for you replies they are very much appreciated. Oh! If you find any spelling errors don't mind them there suppost to be there.

Example: masta=master