Invader Zim Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Moon Rising ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Thanks for the interest.

Dib was fairly surprised when Zim came to him days ago about Gaz. His confusion as to why she freaked out and why she seemed to cry was what scared Dib. When Gaz did that in public he became worried. She wouldn't talk to him though; about anything. So when Gaz decided to lock herself in her room all weekend he wasn't too surprised, but he was very worried, so worried as to show up at Zim's to try to understand what the alien had seen. The poor alien had no idea what he had seen; but he too wanted to know.

Dib sighed and put his head back down on the pillow. He had slept in today. It was Saturday afternoon by now, he had woken up earlier to find Zim; returned and went back to sleep by around eight that morning. It was now almost two. He stood slowly, allowing his back to pop in the process. Making his way slowly to his computer he turned it on; then checked his cell phone next to it. Two missed calls; same person: Zita.

Sometimes he thought she liked him, then others he wondered if she was playing him. He put the phone down, not wanting to ponder on it. “I'll call her later…” He waited for his internet connection to pop up and then he put his head down on his nightshirt's sleeve. He felt awful, maybe he was getting sick. Sniffing he looked up as his e-mail came onto the screen. The `Swollen Eyeball' had sent him another form to look at concerning a Yeti in Canada and if he wanted to investigate. He sat and looked at it a moment before replying with a yes asking for the time and place to meet. When he turned 18 they had taken a particular interest in him, asking him to do more and expecting that too.

None of them believed Zim was an alien. Maybe that was the last straw; when he had stopped trying to prove Zim an alien and just keeping him in line. He sighed and sat a moment longer staring at the screen. Getting up he grumbled to himself about showering and B.O.; walking into the bathroom to do just that.

Gaz sat in the room nearby and continued to flip through her diary. She had kept this thing for three years now, ever since the `incident'. She swallowed the lump in her throat as she read over the suicidal thoughts; the hate and anger, rage. All these emotions wrapped up like that. How had she lived? The boy had continued to torment her even after that. She had assumed that if he got what he wanted then he would leave her be. She was terribly wrong about that. He had only gotten worse. If she recalled the other day he had grabbed her butt in the hall and squeezed; hard.

She threw the diary at the wall and let out a loud huff. Once upon a time her goal in life was to beat ever single video game known to human kind. When Zim appeared it had been in the universe and all else out there. Now though, now she lived to get through it all. She wanted to prove that she was a human, and had some right to be treated with respect. Most people did, but she wanted respect from Iggins. Her legs squeezed together uncomfortably. She felt weak all of the sudden; getting up she left her room, her house, and down the street within seconds; not really knowing where she went.

She would be there in her pajamas with no bra on though.

Zim hated weekends. After the whole `I don't care anymore' thing he got bored rather easily. He could go work on his PAK some more; or maybe contact Skoodge and see how he was going and how far off he was. All in all, anything to do right now would be worth it. Gir was making waffles again. If he didn't leave now he would have to eat them all. No Nick this time to help him eat them. His stomach rumbled, but he remembered what Gir put in them. Soap, wood, beans, corn, and all things not belonging in a waffle; he felt sick already his eyes searching for the bucket. Slipping under the couch Zim went into his lab. Surly there was something to do. As he looked about he noticed a flashing light on the big screen. A growl rose in his throat. The `tallest' were calling him.

Coughing and moving over to the screen he pushed the button and watched as Red and Purple looked at him with their smiles. Nasty smiles that is, there was something about them that always made him angry. “My `Tallest'.” He acknowledged. The two seemed to bite their lips but said nothing to the comment.

“How is your mission?” They never called him Zim anymore. They knew he had a better title, but to say it would mean they excepted it.

“Good, I am currently looking into the mating rituals of those filthy Earth-Monkeys.” He said, knowing that his mission was to `observe' so that is what he took to doing, observing. Red's eye twitched and Purple tilted his head to the side.

“That is nasty Z-“ He stopped himself there. Zim rolled his eyes and looked to the side as the squid experiment stirred. He needed to find the chicken so he could combine the two bodies together.

“Unlike when I was younger this has nothing to do with meats. That is just the `wooing' process for a select group. The children like that more, adults go for candy, chocolate, condoms.” He stopped there and arched an invisible brow. The tallest looked confused so he just snickered to himself. At that they looked embarrassed. “Is there anything else you needed?”

“Skoodge will arrive shortly we believe. A great addition to your family.” With that Purple bust out laughing and Red scolded him before smiling at Zim and turning off the screen. Zim stared at it a moment.

“Computer!” The computer replied with it's normal bored tones. “How long did they wait for me to pick up?”

“Two hours.” It groaned and coughed.

“You have a virus again, remind me to fix you. And two hours?! They must have had something better to say to Zi- me.” He corrected. Turning he decided he might as well fix the computer and work on his skin project. Maybe before the weekend he would have normal human skin colors.

Gir had let her in with no questions asked. The robot liked her, enough to allow her access to his master's domain with no questions. She sat at the table as he piled stacks and stacks of waffles before her. For some reason though, she ate them all. Gir and Mini-Moose seemed pleased. They both liked her it seemed. Strange.

She kicked her feet at the high chair, her feet not touching the ground as she ate. “Why don't you have a bedroom?” She asked as she stuffed another waffle in her mouth. Gir laughed and hit Mini-Moose as if it was his knee.

“We don't sleep! We eat!” he gave her more waffles. At this point she was starting to taste the soap. “I have a special one coming up next! It has tree in it!” Gaz held a hand to her mouth. “Bucket is over there.” He pointed and held out the `e' sound. Gaz hiccupped and pushed the food away. The clock said it was four in the afternoon by now, and Gir said Zim was there. Just not here. She stood and prepared to leave, no longer knowing why she came when Zim appeared from the lab.

Maybe it was time to act out on the boy. Gaz, for the first time in the alien's life on Earth, would not defend herself. Zim was surprised. The first time he was the exchange between the two he thought she was just having an off day. Yet it continued for weeks after that. He knew something had to be done. The sad thing, though not unexpected, was that Dib did nothing about it either. Or maybe he had in his own way. Zim only knew that he should do something, he just didn't have any idea what that was yet. Maybe take his brain out and put his heart in the empty space. Or maybe he could switch the positions of his arms and legs? He had wanted to do that to Dib once, yet never got to. Swiftly this became something he really wanted to do, more for himself then Gaz. He set to work making plans, he could use a new test subject anyway. Nick had gotten away years ago. That was a happy child.

Well, Nick didn't really escape or anything, he still would return for waffles. Nasty, nasty waffles. Zim made a gauging noise at the thought. He scratched his chin and made his way to the elevator; his skin project would wait for a Besides, his skin had been this color for years, the humans may be suspicious of it. He snickered; yeah right. He made his way to the toilet lid and could smell the waffles, nasty, NASTY waffles.

As he stepped out of the toilet he stopped. The very girl who had been in his thoughts for the morning, since her brother's hasty entrance and acquisitions. She sat chewing on a peanut butter waffle. Gir was running to the fridge to get her some more milk. Though it wasn't the first thing he noticed he did notice her apparel. To human standards this was normal, but to him it was…very reviling. She looked like she was getting sick of the waffles for she pushed her plate away after the mentioning of the bucket and stood. She turned just in time to have Zim try to go back to the lab. He didn't want to deal with things now. He had no idea how to deal with anything yet. She tilted her head to the side and sighed. “Don't wanna talk to me today Zim?” He stepped forward and shrugged.

“Hello Gaz.”

Yeah for thoughts! Thanks for all the love and such. I am workin' on romance and such but with a pairing like this that would take a long time so watch for it.

Melimea