I'm surprised by how well people like this. Posted only a couple days ago and I already have 6 review saying how much people like it.

I figured I'd update again, I'm already working on chapter 5, so why not. The only reason I'm even writing this at all is because I need a break from my South Park story sometimes.

Disclaimer - I don't own Invader Zim. If I did, do you honestly think it would have been cancelled?

Chapter 1 – Good Morning

(Dib's POV)

I hear my computer alarm go off. It's my current favorite song of the week, Odd One by Sick Puppies. It really speaks to me, but whatever.

What really throws me off is the fact I'm not asleep on the roof like I should be, instead I am in my bedroom.

"How the hell did I get down here?" I ask myself out loud. Either dad or Gaz cared enough to get me off the roof or I sleepwalked off the roof and into my room. Neither are very likely, since A) my father and sister both hate me and think I'm insane. And B) if I sleepwalked to my room I would have fallen off the roof and died…or at least broken something.

I shrug, I'll figure it out later. I pull back my dark blue bed sheets and hop out of bed. Turing off my alarm, I type in another Sick Puppies song. War began playing throughout my room. I begin singing along as I dig through my closet for my First-Day-Back-To-Skool Outfit.

Time is up
Out of luck
Should have stood up
When you had the time
But you're out of time

I pull out a shirt and check it for stains or tears. It looks ok and doesn't stink, so I throw it on my bed.

Get ready to settle the score
And get ready to face the floor
Cause it's time to remember it (war!)

Satisfied with the jeans I'm holding, I proceed to put on my clothes. A red t-shirt with an indifferent face that has black hair covering an eyeball, a pair of dark blue (almost black) skinny jeans with some chains hanging from a couple belt loops. To finish off the look I have my black trench coat and a pair of black and red converse shoes. Thankfully my trench coat covers my wrists, so I don't have to worry about anyone seeing them.

Strangely enough, my clothes don't fit like they should. My shirt is way to small for me, and my jeans, trench coat, and shoes feel way to big. To prove their point, my jeans fall off my frame and pool down at my feet. Even my boxers threaten to fall, but I hold them up before they can.

I pull my pants back up and make my way to the bathroom. I don't even turn on the light when I enter, my dad keeps forgetting to replace the main light bulb and I'm to lazy to give a shit. Instead I flip the light switch by the sink. What I see freaks me out and I give a really loud scream before passing out into darkness.

Yep another short chapter. Like I said, they will be short for awhile.

I really don't have anything else to say at this point. Review about how much you like or hate it. Honestly could care less.

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