Hi! Well, it seems like I put some people in for a scare. Good! I got the idea from an online game. Gonna play it tonight! (I never played it before cause I'm a big fat scaredy cat.) Mock me if you dare, but remember, I'm writing this story! Zora Ozbourne is mine, even though 'Invader Zim' is not.
Gaz ran to the door as soon as it rung, the pizza guy with her delivery of food. After paying the man, she slammed the door, ran back upstairs into the guest room, where the blood spill was being cleaned up. Dib continued to scrub the floor clean of the bloody mess (his new order from 'Master' Zim), still pale from the shock himself.
Gir kicked about on the dresser in the room, humming a playful tune, until Zora ordered him to go watch some television downstairs.
"Gir, why don't you go watch some TV for now? We have to clean up this mess, okay?"
Gir got up and saluted her before bouncing off the desk and rushing down the hall, down the stairs and into the huge television room, with a jumbo plasma TV just sitting there, begging to be watched.
Zim eyed her again, not able to believe that Gir would still obey her, but remained silent about it. He agreed to himself not to bother about the subject.. for now.
The silence was finally broken, seeing as Dib couldn't take anymore of this 'paranormalia' going on about since they met Zora.
"What was that all about anyway? Blood dribbling out of the portraits eyes? You only see that in horror films, not in real life!"
Gaz kicked him square in the face, causing him to roll on the floor in pain.
"Dib, you idiot. That picture must have been jinxed. Zora didn't even know about the portrait being able to do that until I warned her. She even saw it herself when I screamed the second time, so it was new to all of us!"
Zim was glad that he saved them both, especially Zora. He was also glad that he was able to zap the picture into little pieces, not leaving a single trace of it left in the room. What bothered him the most right now was the pool of blood, which thankfully, was now all cleaned up thanks to Dib.
He chuckled as Dib continued to roll in oblivious pain on the floor. 'What a poor, pathetic slave. Oh, how I love to seem him writhe in such an agonizing position.', he thought to himself as Dib slowly got back up, taking a small bottle, filled with a clear liquid of some kind.
Zora took a closer look of the bottle, as it was labeled 'Holy Water'. Dib sprinkled it all over where the blood originally was, which in return, made a loud hissing sound and steam blew out of the floor.
Zim had no clue as to what 'Holy Water' was, but swayed unsteadily as he saw it hiss and steam away. 'I guess that kind of water will burn my eyes out more than normal water.'
He already got over his 'water allergies' a couple years ago when he was off on a aquatic mission to save Dib from getting eaten by piranhas, and found that he has grown more used to earth's environment, although the toothy fish left his butt numb for weeks. 'Never again', he thought to himself, staring at the floor which now stopping hissing and steaming altogether.
"Well, whatever that was, it was not sanctified. As in it was purely something paranormal. More evil than Zim.", said Dib finally as he got up from the floor.
"Hey!", cried Zim, "I'm the only evil thing here you have to worry about, Dib-stink!"
Zora couldn't help but giggle a bit from Zim's commentary. 'Aw, so cute. He thinks he's evil.', she thought to herself.
Gaz looked down at the floor, still not convinced that it is 'purified'.
"I am still not sleeping in this room. Not even stupid Dib's 'purification' process is enough to convince me." Sadly enough, Gaz made a point. That was when Dib raised his hand and spoke.
"I'll sleep in this room for the night. I would like to study it further for more 'paranormal' activity, if any. I doubt there will be any more trouble from here on in."
Zora accepted his voluntary request, and allowed Dib to take the room for the night. Gaz was left stumped.
"Then where am I going to sleep if Dib's taking the room? Hey! Maybe I can be with Zora in the master bedroom!"
Dib smirked to himself, and placed his hand carefully on his sister's shoulder.
"I think Zora and Zim should stay in the master bedroom for tonight. Seems fitting for the two, don't you agree?"
Zora and Zim both snapped their heads at their direction and yelped, "WHAT?"
"Me? With him?"
"Zim? With her?"
Gaz frowned, shrugging Dib's hand off her shoulder. "What the hell are you getting at Dib?"
Dib turned her around and whispered in her ear. "Listen. It's obvious that they like each other. Might as well let them be on their own for one night. We can still 'supervise' them. I wanna see what Zim will do though, wouldn't you say so, Gaz?"
Gaz thought it over before coming to an agreement. "Fine, but this better be worth my entertainment, Dib. Or else, I'll-"
"I know, I know. You'll throw me into a burning pit of torture and eternal darkness. I think you have been watching too much of the 'Osbournes'."
Gaz turned and looked over at both Zora and Zim. "Sorry, but Dib wins this one. Guess you two will sleep together for the night."
Once more, it couldn't be helped.
Both of them dropped their jaws, hitting the ground in disbelief.
"Are you serious, Gaz? What if he tries something funny!"
Zim snapped over at her direction. "What? Are you criticizing Zim for false abuse? This is an outrage, Dib-stink! I command you to change your mind!"
Dib shook his head. "Sorry, Zim, but this is one order I will not follow, no matter how much you demand it."
Zim stood there, babbling like a dunce. 'This cannot be happening!', he thought to himself hopelessly.
Zora looked over at him, already admitting defeat. "Well, you said you wanted to have a word with me earlier. Guess you're getting more than what you wished for."