Good day everyone! A day of a bit of vacay isn't going to kill anyone, I hope? Anyways, back to my odd fan-fiction. I do not own 'Invader Zim', but Zora Ozbourne, I most definitely do.
Gaz ordered the pizza as she waited in the guest room. This time, with ham and cheese, along with free bread sticks. She waited in the bedroom, which looked newly refurbished. What creeped her out though, was a photo of a tall man with pale skin and black hair in a medieval suit of black armor staring right down towards her.
'I hate pictures with those kind of eyes.', she thought to herself, shuddering as she felt goosebumps forming on her skin.
After long dreadful silence which lasted five to ten minutes, she finally got impatient. As she got up, however, she noticed something odd and extremely freaky; the eyes of the photo were following her! Literally!
She froze as soon as she was next to the door, and screamed out.
"ZORA! WHERE ARE YOU? GET THE FUCK IN HERE AT ONCE!"
Within seconds, she heard loud footsteps running up the stairs, and slammed the guest room door open.
Zora was standing in the doorway, catching her breath.
"What's wrong? Did anything happen?" Gaz nodded her head viciously like a bobble head, pointing to the picture of the man.
"The- the eyes! They were following me! Like, really following me!"
Zora looked at the picture of the man, and sighed.
"Gaz, that's a photo of my father. How could the eyes be following you? Look!"
Gaz looked back at the photo, to see that the eyes were back to normal. Gaz sat there, completely dumbstruck.
"But- but how? They were following me just a minute ago..."
Zora grabbed the photo, and took it off the wall. "See? There's nothing behind the photo."
She was right. The wall behind it was completely solid, with no trace of eye holes or anything.
Zora inspected the painting, however, growing slightly suspicious of the portrait itself.
"This portrait always did scare me too. I asked dad to move this photo into this room, since anyone hardly ever used it.
Gaz got up, growing more curious about her friend's father. "Why is your dad in a suit of armor. That photo must be at least three to five centuries old!"
Zora shook her head, not knowing herself. "Dad never told me how old he was, nor when or where he was born. There's so little that I know about him. I know my mom is a witch, but my dad... well.."
She took the photo and placed it on the floor, hoping it would calm Gaz more.
"Propping against the wall on the floor doesn't seem that comforting either..", Gaz was overly suspicious of the photo enough as it is.
"Well, I'll just leave it at that. I'll probably put it up for auction on eBay or something." Zora shivered a bit as she stared into the onyx eyes of the photo.
Little as they know, as they sat down, the eyes of the photo were indeed watching them.
Meanwhile, Dib and Zim were in the other guest room across the hall, being as Zim was watching Dib fix his SIR unit, Gir.
Zim heard Gaz's screams, but ignored them, being as he knew about Gaz's fear for photos with moving eyes.
"Dib-stink, how is it that your sister is afraid of such ridiculous things such as moving portraits? HA! That's all of that 'Hollywood' effects, yes?"
Dib shook his head, already annoyed that he has to be Zim's slave for a whole day, starting with getting him the soda, and now fixing Gir's internal mechanisms.
The robot, on the other hand, was giggling hysterically, seeing that all of Dib's probing was tickling him.
"Wheeee! Haha! Hey! That tickles! Heeheehee!" Gir couldn't stop trying to roll around, which was making things a lot more difficult for Dib. Zim smirked at this, seeing that Dib was not enjoying the slightest bit in being his slave.
"Dammit, Zim. I swear, I'll make you pay for this.", Dib cursed, making it loud enough for Zim to hear.
Zim's smirk grew even wider. Oh, how he enjoyed tormenting his once arch nemesis. Although they are now mutual allies, they still claim that they are foes; one to protect the earth, and the other seeking to destroy it.
"Well, Dib-stink. It seems that I have the upper hand this time!" He laughed his trademark laugh, while Dib continuously struggled to keep Gir in a steady position.
As they boys continued their verbal 'onslaught', the girls were discussing their conversation that took place earlier that morning in the Membrane household.
"That 'room', what's so special about it anyways?", Gaz asked, growing very curious.
Zora pulled out a journal of some sorts from her hobo bag, showing it to Gaz.
"This was something I found hidden in my dresser drawer (the drawer in the room where Dib, Gir and Zim where located)."
"Ah, so this has intel on this 'room'?" Zora shrugged. "I think so. It had records of the dates that my mom or dad went down there and investigated whatever was there."
"Yep. Here's a date right here: Sept. 9... 1770? What the hell? There's no way your parents are that old, are they?"
Zora shrugged again. 'This girl hasn't a clue about her parents or how old they are.', thought Gaz, feeling upset and pity towards her friend. Guess her parents never let her in on anything for whatever reason.
"I looked some of it up. That date, for example, took place before they discovered the Amityville house."
Gaz was left in shock. 'If my brother ever finds out about this, he'll become a bigger loon, thinking he hit the mother lode.' She closed the book, shaking her head in total disbelief.
"This is not possible." Gaz was overwhelmed by the situation, but she also couldn't help getting more interested.
Zora nodded in agreement, not finding it possible either. "What I don't get is why my mom would go through all that trouble just to keep it secret?"
Before Gaz could answer, she looked back at the photo, her eyes widened with horror.
"ZORA! BEHIND YOU!"
Zora quickly turned and shrieked a shrill cry, falling back towards Gaz. The eyes of the photo where completely pitch black, with streams of blood coming out of them, leaking onto the floor.
The bedroom door was shot wide open, Zim and Dib looking around frantically.
"Zora, Zim heard you scream along with Gaz-human! What ha-" Dib and Zim fell in silence, their faces slightly turning pale as they stared at the bloody photo. Zim's PAK shot out one of it's beam zappers and demolished the photo in seconds. Not a shred of the picture remained, except the fresh pile of blood on the floor.