Invader Zim: Through the Fangirl's Twisted Mind
*PLZNOTE* If you haven't read my previous chapters, please do so.
Chapter Three: Gaz goes Visiting
Zim sat on the couch, kneeling off to the side, doing his homework. He felt his first day on Earth had gone reasonable well, with the exception of that boy Dib completely psychoing out and assaulting him. Gir was curled up on the edge of the couch, and all was quiet. There was a knock on the door. Zim set his work down and went to answer it. Gir trotted after him. Zim was surprised at who was there.
It was the purple-haired girl who had been sitting near Dib. Gaz, was it? She stared upward, appearing to be trying to think of the right words. "Sorry about my brother earlier," she said, "He's really weird like that."
Zim shrugged. "It's fine." he said simply. Gaz looked surprised, but appeared to not have much more to say. Zim broke the silence. "Would you like to come inside?" he asked. Gaz instantly seemed to brighten and nodded.
Zim excused himself for a moment and walked into the kitchen, while Gaz sat down on the couch. His house was immaculate not a speck of dust on the ground, or anything else for that matter. Gaz was only sure of one thing she had just gotten in with the mysterious new kid everyone wanted to get in with. The question was, how?
Zim came back into the room, carrying a tray of tea. "So..." said Gaz. "Your parents must work hard to keep this place so clean. Where are they now?" Zim seemed to be caught off-guard by the question.
"Um.." he said. "They don't live with me." What interested Gaz was that most teenage boys she knew were sloppy and disorganized, but he lived here alone, and his house was so clean! It was odd, but everyone was different. Gaz felt something soft press up against her arm. It was then she noticed Zim's "Dog." It was green with large eyes and black ears, with what looked like a zipper going straight down its chest.
"Um...what kind of dog is this?" asked Gaz.
Zim knew Gaz was no idiot, and he didn't want to be known by humans as a liar. "Oh, he's not a dog. He's an experimental assistence robot I built. He was supposed to help me with information gathering, but he's not very good at it. He does make a nice pet, though." Gaz looked back down at the strange robot-dog. "His name is Gir." Zim finished, rather uncertainly.
"Well," said Gaz, "I think he's adorable."
Gir snuggled into Gaz's arm. "I love you," it said. Zim smiled sheepishly.
"So," said Gaz. "Do you want to come back to my house?
. . .
Dib, living life with one of the world's greatest scientists, was used to strange things. Perhaps that was what intrigued him about the paranormal. But what Dib saw when he came home from his Swollen-Eyeball Net meeting caught him completely off-guard. Dib came home to his sister, Gaz, sitting on the couch with some weird green puppy thing sitting on her lap, playing video games with - no way.
"GAZ!" shouted Zim. "WHY would you let the ALIEN in our HOUSE?!"
Gaz glared at Dib. "For the last time, Dib. He's not an alien. He's a nice kid, and maybe if you actually got to know him, you'd think so, too."
Zim, while trying not to be confrontational, followed with, "I'm really not an alien trying to take over the world." Dib said nothing, but retreated quickly to his room.
Gaz sighed. "When will he ever learn?"
Zim smiled nervously back at her. "yeah, what would give him that idea?"