Chapter...three. I do not own the characters. Except for the Invader Gaz. Not the goth girl human Gaz, another Gaz. You'll see.


Dib's eyes became the size of saucers, flying saucers. His father had too met an alien? Holy cow! The Professor tried to ignore his son's face for the moment. Big head and big eyes were most distracting, but being the scientist that he was, he did his best not to stare.

"The alien was beautiful. Female, obviously. She was wounded, and sick. Purple fluid was running from her side, and multiple bruises and scratches lined her arms and legs. So, I took her to my tent. I did the best that I could to save her, but she was going to die. She knew it. She was so sad, sad that her baby wouldn't be born. But glad that it wouldn't be put into some egg and used for some kind of war." Dib stared. If it was possible, his eyes would've grew even more.

"Anyway..." Professor Membrane said, trying to , again, ignore his clone. " She said that I could take anything I wanted, lasers, computers, ships, anything. At first, I was suspicious, but her purple eyes spoke nothing but truth. I wanted her DNA. So when she had passed, I had took DNA samples of almost every gene. Before she died, I asked her name. Her name was Gaz. I'm guessing that where your sister got her purple hair.." He laughed oddly. Dib just nodded. A million questions raging through his head.

But one stuck out the most. Was she Irken? He rammed the question out of his head. Maybe he didn't want to know. So he asked the next most pressing question.

"Dad, what's your name?" Dib asked curiously. Professor membrane banged his against the granite the counter tops.

'What kind of a question is that??' Professor thought.

The professor could've sworn he heard a faint cracking sound. Looking down, the granite had cracked. Damn. He'd need to replace it. Again.(Gaz got a little miffed at Dib. Enough said.)

"Dib."

"What is it dad?"

"No! I mean my name is Dib." Dib said. His son screamed.

"I'm a Jr.?!" He screamed, hands on the side of his head. His dad sighed and turned towards the steps.

"If you need me, I'll be in my private lab." He said as he stifled a yawn. His heavy steps echoed in the hallway

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Dib yawned and walked to his room. He yawned again as he fell atop his bed. The blue walls lulled Dib to sleep. His messy blue bed sheet and comforter covered his body lazily. Alien posters, paranormal photos and movie posters lined his walls, much like his sister's.

Soon, the families snores echoed through the halls. Until it went off.


Yes. IT. The DOOM song. Dib had personally recorded it to annoy his sister, though with little success. It had backfired. Gaz, who was (and would never admit it) quite fond of the stupid robot, had put it on her iPod, which in turn, became her alarm at seven o'clock in the morning. It had almostI brought an amusing smile to her face whenever she woke up from it.

Gaz sat up tiredly, rubbing the crust from her eyes. She combed through her bed hair lazily, the covers still on her small body. She yawned and stretched her arms out wide. Her fist made contact to the 'off' button, using more force than needed. The dark purple silk P.J.'s hung loosely on her body.

Gaz flipped her legs over the bed, her feet not even touching the floor. She sighed tiredly and snapped her fingers lazily.

The big plush beside her came to life. The big spider like plush stood up, it's long, stiff legs reminded her of Zim's pak, as the spider walked over to her closet, pulling out several articles of clothing. It's red eyes gleamed at her as it turned around and handed her her clothes.

She snapped her fingers once more, and the plush went limp in front of her. Gaz jumped off the bed, onto the spider, and walked to the bathroom across the hall. Her head was spinning with plans. Many plans.

She didn't make a sound as she opened the door lazily and shut it behind her. She took off her clothes and stepped into the shower. The cold water soothed her skin as she washed her hair. The grape scent lingered in her nose as she washed the shampoo from her hair. Suddenly, Gaz jerked forward, a familiar feeling graced her body.

Gaz yelped in surprise as her skin felt as though it was on fire. Gaz looked down in horror as her skin started to steam before her.

'Burning...my skin..is burning?'

White smoke emerged from her pores, amber eyes grew wide. Quickly, she jumped out of the shower, rolling on the ground as she did so. She grabbed a white towel and wrapped around her burning body. Gaz leaned against the door.

She bit her trembling lip. The scream that wished to escape her throat traveled down to her heart, causing anger to erupt in her mind.

What was wrong with her? She slid down against the big metal door, onto the tile below her. Gaz jerked forwards as the cold metal seemed to make the burning worse. It was too cold.

'What's happening to me...' Gaz thought as she looked down at her steaming hands. Gaz shook her head madly and stood up. Gaz quickly dressed into her dress and clasped the skull around her neck. Tentatively, she brushed her teeth, careful not to touch her lips and gums. To her pleasant surprise, the water didn't burn inside her mouth. Relieved, she spit out the minty toothpaste. She looked up into the mirror. The steam from her skin had settled on the round mirror in front of her.

She paid no mind, and stealthily walked out of the room. She walked down the stairs, a little wobbly. Her combat boots made a small click-clack as she descended.

Gaz walked toward the granite counter, her hands tracing the small crack. She opened a small blue box. She grabbed a silver package and opened it with her sharp nails. She place the two pastries in the super toaster and waited for her food.


Dib sat up quickly. A scream erupting from his throat. Sweat fell down his forehead as the DOOM song filled the once quiet house. Dreams of aliens and moms became a blur as the hybrid stretched out his arms lazily. Dib sighed and rolled out of his bed. The stack of spell drives beneath him toppled over with the strain, leaving the compulsive, obsessed, boy on the floor. The loud thump of head against floor woke Dib out of a tired daze. He sighed and stood up lazily.

Realizing that he still hadn't changed his clothes, he walked over to his closet. He pulled out the usual and in a flash, was in fresh, clean , clothes. Dib sighed as he stepped out the door. He watched his grape-headed sister walk out the bathroom.

Dib entered the bathroom, the steam from his sister's shower had covered the mirror

'Thats weird.' He thought. 'Gaz hates hot showers..' Dib sighed and growled as his distorted reflection greeted him.

He grunted and wiped a small porthole with his sleeve. He brushed his teeth and applied his deodorant. He quickly ran out of the room, and down the silver steps. He looked at his watch.

7:15

Dib walked toward his sister, who was leaning against the fridge, chewing thoughtfully on her strawberry pop-tart. Dib swiped the other pop-tart from the super toaster (An invention of his father's.) and stuffed it in his mouth.

He ran to the front door and grabbed his messenger bag, identical to his sisters. He ran back to the green and purple tiled room. Grabbed his sister by the arm and dragged her toward the door. Gaz simply rolled her eyes and grabbed her bag. She yanked her arm free and skipped (not really skipped, like a little girl, but you know, when you walk-skip quickly down stairs, ya know?) down the concrete stairs. She mummbled about scattered limbs as she pressed her thumb against the small scanner, and turned as she heard the small beep, a signal that the door had locked.

"Come on Gaz! We're going to be late to school on our first day back! Hurry up!."

Gaz didn't make a sound as she ran to her brother, already a block away.\\


Sorry it took so long. I hope you like it!