A/N: Well hello there! Welcome, make yourself comfortable. Are you good? Are you ready? ALRIGHT! Well, here, my dear readers, is my first attempt at an Invader Zim fanfiction (ohhhhh poor poor Jhonen, he must be twitching uncontrollably right now). I hope you will enjoy! Have fun.
Disclaimer: I own nothing....NOTHING I SAY. And I'm sure that both Jhonen Vasquez and Nick are very grateful for this small fact.
WARNINGS: This may eventually turn into Yaoi/Sho-ai, b/c that's just what I do... :D So if you're not comfortable with that, then please turn back now, I don't wanna hear anyone complaining OR I'LL TURN THIS STORY AROUND!
Chapter .5: Good Morning
With most occurrences in life, they start with a word.
With the morning's first breath, with the start of a new day.
"Gir! How many times have I TOLD you not to touch the laz-e-fryer!"
The small green dog looked up at his addressor, a non-fazed look in it's sewn eyes despite the clearly angered voice.
"I don't know." Came the dog's chiming robotic voice. "But mans, am I Laaaaaaa-zaaaaaaaaayyyy."
The dog burst into a fit of giggles, kicking in a circle on the tiled floor.
The addressor face palmed himself, his scarlet eyes closing in the action. His black gloved hand slowly dragged itself down it's possessor's face, the green skin being tugged in the movement.
"Look Gir, I need you to listen very closely." The alien chided, though annoyance was clearly visible in his voice. "Very very very VERY closely, okay Gir?"
The dog blinked at him, "Okiedokkie!"
A dragged out sigh before the alien continued. "I-" He pointed to himself, speaking slowly to make sure his message was conveyed fully, "want you-" He pointed to Gir, who pointed at itself too enthusiastically, "to not, ruin my- The Almight ZIM!'s- AMAzingly BRILliant plan. For this plan is so great, so very great and doomy."
Zim start to laugh manically for a few moments from the simple thought of his doom-filled adventures soon to be executed, the tiny dog started to join in too, though its laughter was far more freakish, erring less on the evil side.
"NO Gir, now listen. I need you-" Again with the pointing and gesturing, "to bring that filthy Dib-human here. Understood?"
"Yes Master." Rang Gir's voice in his momentary segment of obedience. "Yay! I getta see the big-headed boy. He smells nice."
Zim glared at the small robot, who jumped out of his dog-costume and proceeded in doing a small jig. "No Gir, the Dib-stink does not smell nice, he stinks....of his humanly filth. Now go Gir!"
Gir screamed frantically as flames erupted from its feet, jetting him through the window and out ...More Cartoon Sex Stories...
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