-1 CHAPTER 7: Comparing Notes.

I'm finally back with another chapter. Sorry it took so long to get it written and posted, but I've had a lot going on. There will be no Invader Zim characters in this chapter, but it provides us with a view of how others would view the characters and events in the IZ world were it reality. Enough jibber-jabber. You've wanted this chapter for some time, so here it is. Enjoy, I own nothing.

Feb 12, 3:41 pm

Scully sat on the bed of her motel room, typing on her laptop the information that she had been able to gather from her interview with Miss Bitters and the Sith-like school principal. As usual, she typed the report in her usual objective, facts-only style, a habit stemming from her own logical and analytical mind, and years of medical school. Regardless, Scully paused for a moment, reflecting on how bizarre this entire case seemed, even when just reviewing the facts. Her reverie was interrupted by a knock at her door. Scully sighed, and put her laptop on standby mode, and walked to the door. She unfastened the chain, and opened the door. Mulder stood, dressed in jeans, a black tee shirt and a jacket. He smiled happily, a sign which signified a victory of some sort for Mulder.

"What did you find out, Scully?" Mulder asked with enthusiasm.

"Other than the fact that this entire town is like a giant X-File…"

"Isn't it?" Mulder said with a happy grin, producing a bag of sunflower seeds from his coat pocket, and eating a handful.

"…and that Dib and Zim's teacher makes the teachers at my old parochial school look tame by comparison " Scully continued.

"She have the old ruler fetish?" Mulder asked jokingly.

"No, but she does have a strange preoccupation with doom…" Scully replied. Mulder smiled again.

"Okay Mulder," Scully sighed. "What did you find out?"

"Other than my motel room has more cockroaches than TV channels?" Mulder said. "This city is…what's going on her is bigger than Roswell."

"Bigger than Roswell?" Scully asked.

"Bigger than Stephenville." Mulder added. Scully raised an eyebrow. Mulder grinned giddily. "Bigger than Area 51!"

"That's pretty big, Mulder." Scully said, interested more in Mulder's findings than his theories at the moment.

"Can I come in?" Mulder asked. Scully stepped aside, and let Mulder in before closing the door. He drew a file folder out of his coat. "I think that this is the key to this puzzle." Scully looked at the folder in his hand.

"What is it?" She asked.

"A year's worth of UFO sightings, cattle mutilations, abductions, and other phenomena." Mulder replied. Scully took the file, and sat on the bed, focusing on the folder with some interest.

"Just from this city?" She asked, opening the folder. She leafed through the newspaper clippings, police reports, written accounts and photographs with widening eyes. "Mulder…these are…disappearances…cattle rustling, a bank robbery…" She came to the stranger reports. "What…." She looked up at Mulder. "You expect me to believe that all of this has happened here? In this town? All in the past year?"

"All in the past year." Mulder said.

"And what's the link?" Scully asked. She paused. Mulder smiled.

"A short, green skinned suspect…present at nearly all of the events."

"And no one thought to question Zim?" Scully asked incredulously?

"To my knowledge no one's so much as looked in Zim's direction." Mulder replied. Scully looked back at the papers on the bed.

"But to imply that one kid is responsible for all of this…I mean look Mulder, these are major property damage reports, kidnappings, explosions…"

"Hardly the work of a normal Earth child, wouldn't you say?" Mulder said with a sly grin. Scully sighed. "I think we should go see Zim now."

"Mulder," Scully began, "Has the thought ever occurred to you that there may be a logical explanation behind all of this?"

"Knowledge begets logic, Scully." Mulder said. "Logic dictates belief in only what we already know. What we've tested, catalogued and studied. Logic can be flawed by lack of understanding or lack of ability or desire to understand. Take for instance the man who dreams that he dies in a malfunctioning elevator, refuses to take the elevator at work the next day, only to avert his death when the cable snaps and it plunges ten stories."

"But phenomena like that can't be tested scientifically." Scully argued.

"Yet it happens." Mulder said.

"Mulder, Dib and Zim's teacher said that they're always fighting in school."

"And?"

"Well," Scully said "What if instead of aliens, we should be looking at another possibility. Perhaps Zim is the leader of some sort of street gang, whose behavior consists of the very type of activity described in these reports? What if they're satanists, Mulder? Would that not account for the strange behavior, the livestock disappearances, and the sudden increase in crime?"

"Satanists?" Mulder scoffed as if she'd just offered up the possibility that it was all just the work of Charlie Chaplain. "And how does Dib fit into all of this?"

"Look at his hobbies, Mulder: Ghosts, monsters, demons. And his clothing. He may not fit the profile exactly, but Dib himself could be a member of the gang or cult, if that is indeed what it is."

"Well let's not jump to conclusions, Scully." Mulder said jokingly. "Besides, we're not going to know anything until we talk to Zim. Maybe he'll have the answers we're looking for."

"Well I'm finished here," Scully said. "Give me 15 minutes." Mulder stuffed the papers back into the folder.

"I'll bring the car around."

Finally, they're going to interview Zim. What insanity lies ahead? You'll just have to wait and see. As for me, I got three hours of sleep last night, so I'm gonna go get my head down for a while. Then, I'm going to drink two Monster Assaults, and write another chapter. How's that for a slice of fried gold? Until next time, cheerio.