"And you can sleep here." He pointed to the couch.

"That doesn't look comfortable, you sure you don't have a place where I can sleep?" I asked while pushing a green dog off the couch.

"The couch, I told you. Do you have no ears?" He inquired.

"I have ears," I pulled my brown hair out of the way, "See?" I said, pointing to my ears. I sat on the couch and crossed my arms.

Zim rolled his eyes, "Alright." He began to walk into the other room and stopped, "Do NOT come in here, okay?"

"Fine" I said.

Zim marched out of the room proudly.

I tried to hold in my tears. I held my head down. My parents were fucking dead. Why? WHY?

I looked up to see that Zim was gone. I got up and looked in the other room. It was filthy. Like everything else in this God forsaken city.

I sighed, walking into the kitchen-like room. The only reason I say "Kitchen-like" is because there was a toilet in there.

I sighed again. No sight of the green terror. I walked back into the living room to find the little green dog know as GIR sprawled across the couch. This time, instead of pushing him off I just pushed him to the side.

I turned on the TV and watched The Scary Monkey Show, GIR seemed pretty happy about it.

About an hour later Zim walked out of the kitchen-bathroom.

"Where were you?"

"I was in the kitchen." He jammed his thumb into the doorway.

"No you weren't, I looked. That room was empty!"

He ran up to me and grabbed my shirt, pulling me up, "I thought I told you NOT to go in there!"

I gasped, he had my shirt so it choked me a little, "S-Sorry!"

"Sorry? SORRY?" He slammed onto the couch, "You shouldn't know about my amazing plan yet!"

"What?"

He covered his mouth, "I've said to much..."

He walked away, back into the kitchen... bathroom... that room.

I sighed and looked at the little green dog and pet him, "Do you know what Zim does in there, GIR?"

"Of course!' It talked!

"G-GIR?"

"Yeees?"

I rubbed the back of my head, "What DOES Zim do back there?"

"Follow me!" He jumped off the couch and ran in circles before running into the kitchen.

I got up slowly and watched him bounce off the walls. The dog was fast. After dancing for halve a second on the table he jumped off, hit the foot pedal on the trash can, and did a back flip into it. The top of the can slammed down

A gasped a little and ran to the can, opening it. I looked down to see a long tube leading downward. "What the fuck-" I leaned into it to far and fell down in it.

I fell hard on the metallic ground, "GIR?" I picked myself up and walked down a dark hallway, "GIR?" I was beginning to get frightened.

I kept walking in this strange place. There was test tubes and wires and gooey stuff everywhere. The only thought in my head was, "Where am I?" I walked into a very small hallway. The ceiling was low in this part.

Then I heard breathing, I turned around quickly, "GIR!" Wrong. I came face to face with crimson eyes and green skin. The green thing with antenna hung from the low ceiling.

It leaped down and, on it's knees, looked at me evilly. It jumped up at me and attacked me. I felt it scratch my face.

I kicked it off and ran. It was no use, whatever it was caught up to me and pushed me down. It held me against the floor and covered my mouth. Everything went black...