(A/N: I swear to gosh I finally watched Paranorman the other day and there was a grave that said "HERE LIES FUDGE HOPKINS")

The next day, Wednesday, Fudge awoke with no recollection of what had taken place before.

The clock read 11:38 AM. Just great, he was missing school. But why was his alarm turned off...? He was in his bed, and wearing his pajamas...which he didn't remember changing into.

This was getting weirder and weirder. Fudge felt faint, but he didn't want to go to sleep without finding out what went on.

Soon enough, the door started creaking open. Fortunately, it was only his mother.

"Mom!" Fudge exclaimed."What happened? I don't remember going to bed last night!"

"Oh, we were all so worried about you, Fudge." His mother sat upon his bed and gently stroked his hair."Zim said that you passed out yesterday while you two were playing a game."

Fudge could not control his shivers, remembering...that guy he disliked. Was the feeling really so foreign to his body that it knocked him out?

"And then what?"

"Well, he got you changed and set you to bed."

"Ah...!" Fudge pulled up his covers. Zim had undressed him...he felt so violated. And honestly, a little frustrated that he could remember nothing aside from the discomfort Zim caused him.

"You should stay home today, sweetie," Mrs. Hopkins continued."Your sister has gone to school and your father is at work. I have to leave at noon, so you'll have Zim to take care of you."

"No!" Fudge blurted out."I don't like Zim!"

"Fudge! If you are not nice to Zim, you are going to bed with no dessert, do you hear me? Now stop this nonsense and behave!" Mrs. Hopkins left the room in a huff.

Fudge stared after her before glancing at his clock. 11:40 AM. He simply sat in bed until 12:10 PM; his mother had gone by then. Great, now he was stuck alone with Zim and GIR.

He finally worked up the nerve to get up and decided to get showered and dressed for the day. Afterwards, he ate breakfast, and noticed that Zim wasn't around. He figured that Zim must have still been asleep in the basement.

Fudge still felt a little nauseous, so he got some water to drink and went outside for some fresh air. The sky was very gray and depressing, which was normal for March, Fudge supposed. It never got him down, anyway; gray was such a pretty color.

Then, he remembered back to that Saturday. The Johnsons lived next door, right? Right. So, why did Zim say that he- -

...

Gone.

The entire Johnson home...gone without a trace.

There was an entire empty lot of dirt where their house once stood.

Fudge couldn't believe it. How does an entire house just disappear? Even if it did, then where did Zim come from? What did he have to do with the disappearance? And why didn't his family notice?

The ground beneath Fudge's feet was barren and dry as he stepped over the plot of land. He found nothing there, so he went around his house to the backyard. Fudge still had some hula hoops and stuff lying in the grass there. Anything to take his mind off of this ordeal.

As he bent down to pick up a yoyo, Fudge noticed a misplaced patch of grass. It looked as if the patch had been pulled up like a bandaid, then lazily put back.

Fudge was hesitant to look beneath it; he didn't remember digging that up. Curiosity got the better of him, and ripped it right off. There was definitely something underneath, so Fudge lifted the dirt out of the way.

And what he saw...nearly made him vomit. It looked like matted fur, all pulled and grey...just like Sprinkles's fur. The mass seemed the same size as Sprinkles...

In his nausea, Fudge replaced the patch of grass. He started to get a headache, as a thousand thoughts buzzed anxiously about his mind. He could hardly stand. He frantically wiped sweat from his forehead and took steady breaths. He could feel the saliva building up in his mouth.

He threw up in the grass.

From behind him, Fudge could hear Zim open the back door.

"What are you doing out there?" asked the green boy.

Fudge struggled to answer. "I-I, I was, I was...!"

Zim gave him an irritated look. "Come inside, human, I've prepared some breakfast." With that, he closed the door.

Fudge hurried to the back door, not looking back for a second. He felt so stressed, he thought he might cry. When he sat down at the table, Fudge, saw two plates of waffles, and reached for the closer one.

"DON'T TOUCH THAT!" Zim exclaimed from across the kitchen, causing Fudge to jolt violently. "That plate is for your sister! Take the other one!"

So, Fudge took the other one.
The waffles were okay, if not a bit soggy. The entire time Fudge spent eating, Zim was just on the other side of the kitchen, constantly fiddling with something or other.

Fudge washed down his waffles with some milk, and decided he needed to get out of the house.

"Uhm, I'm going outside for a bit," he told Zim.

"Oh, good," Zim replied without thinking.

Fudge raised an eyebrow. "Wh-Why is that good?"

"Because you seem stressed, my dear," said Zim in what sounded like fake concern.

Fudge ignored this, slipped his coat on, and rushed outside to clear his head.

He began thinking as he rounded the neighborhood.

Okay, so the Johnson home disappeared. Fudge wasn't entirely sure when this had happened. Did Zim have something to do with this? Oh, if only he had been paying attention when he went to church that Sunday! But none of his family seemed to notice, and before that, it seemed they didn't even remember the Johnsons, their neighbors for five years. Just what was going on?
He missed the Johnsons...they were a kind and innocent agnostic family with a seven-year old son, John. Yes, his full name was John Johnson. Fudge had basically seen him grow up and go to school. It was very sad that his family didn't care that they went missing. There was no logical explanation in sight.

As for Zim, well, he was another big mystery, of almost an opposite degree. How come his family seemed to know him, but Fudge didn't? Before that Saturday, Fudge had never seen Zim in his life. That, and he freaked him out.

Then, Sprinkles...Fudge just couldn't bear to think that his cat had died and...Zim had something to do with it. He had been doing something to the feline in the basement on Saturday, after all.
Fudge was beginning to think that everything strange happening was because of Zim. After all, everything was fine before he and GIR showed up.

There was no way it could all be coincidence. The strange things happening were somehow being caused by Zim, no doubt about it. Fudge decided he would have to be more careful around him from now on.

Before Fudge knew it, he was back at his house. He went inside, hoping to finish his chemical reactions project.
Sheesh, was it Wednesday already? Fudge was running out of time to finish.

He hurried inside, prepared to deal with Zim however he had to. He couldn't mess around anymore.

Fudge gripped his cheeks, pulling at them. "Focus, focus, FOCUS!" He exhaled.

Just as he was about to head upstairs, Fudge heard noise coming from the basement. He couldn't even describe the noise; it sounded almost alien. And frankly, it sort of hurt his ears.

Following the odd sound, Fudge found himself staring at the basement door. Oh, he knew his mother told him not to bother Zim...but it WAS his basement! He should be able to go there when he wants!

Curiosity got the better of him, and Fudge was opening the door, entering the darkness of the basement. He silently closed the door behind him and started down the stairs. Fudge's shoes tapped at the cold floor of the basement, and he felt around. The noise he heard was coming in short, quick intervals, mingling with the pace of Fudge's own heartbeat.

In the area near the furnace, Fudge saw green glowing, and he hid behind a box, then peeked around. There was something in the way of the glow, a figure about Zim's size.
Was that Zim? But...this creature looked like it had antennae...creepy.

Fudge didn't know. Some part of him wanted to call out to the figure, asking just what its deal was. But when he opened his mouth nothing happened. Or was that freaky zapping sound just that loud and frequent now?

Suddenly, Fudge couldn't seem to tell what was going on. This felt like a dream. Was he too quiet to hear, or was he speaking at all? What was that noise, zapping, or his heart? Was the glow green, or was the person in front of it green? Or both? Or neither?

Fudge just...he had to run! He got up on his numb legs, and took off out of the basement, stomping all the way.

He was still dazed...was that Zim he heard calling after him? Or was it the Zim-sized figure?

...

When Fudge got to his room, he slammed the door behind him, and made sure to lock it. He climbed into bed and forced himself to sleep. He didn't get up for the rest of the day.

(A/N: A'ight, kids, I've gotta split. Feels mad good to update after so long; sorry.

Fun fact: Fudge's house is modeled after my aunt's house. That...doesn't really matter, but okay. Next chapter, things get...well, you'll see.

Also, I've been working on a crapton of South Park stuff lately, so...yeeeeee, wait for that.

Buh-bye!)