for those of you who dont know what ZAGR is, it stands for zim and gaz romance. from invader zim. i wrote this a while ago. i found it and here it is. at first Gaz's parts will be short but they will get longer. enjoy. NEW NOTE: i did change the numbers i decided that they were a little old. i mean 12th grade? please... so 11th grade it is. see? now doesn't that sound better?
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Epilouge Zim's P.O.V
It's been 5 years since i came down to Earth. i've been growing rapidly, maybe even taller than the tallest, but my connection with them has been cut off 2 years ago. it's amazing how nothing changes in 5 years. i think the thing that's changed the most is Gir. i've installed plenty of updates in him but, it seems his grammar and behavior remains the same. i'm in what the filthy humans would call "the 11th grade", and my base has been blown up, thanks to one of the Dib-stinks plans.
Dib's P.O.V
5 years and the world still doesn't believe that Zim is an alien! i've grown tall and slender and i'm starting to get images of something............horrible. i got to get away. i'll do some paranormal studies and see if there's anything for that. lately, i've been called crazy more than usual. i'm starting to get sick of it. i don't feel at all accomplished when i ruin zim. not anymore.
Gaz's P.O.V
5 years I've been forced to listen to Dib's annoying voice, and i've noticed Zims been acting strange too.
Zim's P.O.V
"computer! Define a party" said I, the amazing ZIM!
"why finally got invited to one?" snapped the sassy computer.
"for your information, i did."
"oh, uh ...hmm...ok then uh... A party is, uh, a place where usually teenagers meet and they talk, and dance, and stuff?"
"hmm ... and what do they usually wear at parties?"
"Jeans and a T-shirt"
"where do i find these Jeans and a T-shirt?"
"wow Zim. five years and you still don't know the world. That's sad. Get a life."
"fine. i'll ask Gir." i found Gir sitting on the couch and staring at the TV.
"Gir! where can i find a Jeans and a T-shrt?" Gir jumped up and opened the compartment in his head. "i got some right here." Gir reaches in and pulls out a Linkin Park T-shirt and some Jeans. "where did you get these?" i asked. "a plaaccceee" replied Gir, smiling. i shrugged and walked away. maybe that little robot isn't too bad after all.
Dib's P.O.V
I've never been invited to a party before! i can't believe this day has come! maybe. just maybe, i'll find a friend. someone who understands me.... anyway! My paranormal studies tell me that these images and thoughts are all caused by an inner monster inside me. if these thoughts continue he monster inside will escape and destroy the whole city! the only way i can keep it from doing that is painting a wall in human blood. they also say that even if i fail to do this willingly. the good side of these thoughts will take over my body and force myself to paint the wall anyway. this all sounds very ... homicidal... (tee hee. foreshadowing.)
Gaz's P.O.V
my brother is way to excited about this party. i'm going but, whatever. "DIB!" i shouted. I heard Dib run upstairs. "yes, Gaz?" "Tonight. I don't want anyone to know that were related at all. don't talk to me. Don't speak to me don't look at me. Don't stand by me and don't even breath on me! break any of these rules and i will do the most disturbing thing you have ever seen in your life that you would want to shoot both eyeballs out, eat them and erase you're memory of this horrible action but you would still be able to see it through you're nose!" Dib shook his big head up and down in understanding.
Zim's P.O.V
"Gir! I'm going out. Don't let anyone in while I'm gone." I headed towards the door. "Where you going?" asked Gir. I sighed. "A party." I replied. "Ooooohhhh can I come?!" "no." "awwww why not?" "because you weren't invited." "and....?" "and you can't come." I slammed the door behind me and headed for the party.
(At the party. Authors note: you didn't want to hear a long boring lecture on the walk to the party did you?)
Zim's P.O.V
The human race disgust me... By the time I had gotten to the party there were already about 3 dozen people there. I thought the human race was already bad out there. This house was society times five. A girl from school came up to me. "Hey Zim, you want a drink?" Every time i drank human liquids my insides would burn from the inside. I realized that after one cup of water, school cafeteria milk, and the throwing of punch. "No. thank you." I replied. "C'mon Zim. Please?" "No!" she grabbed a bottle and pinned me to the ground. "TRY IT!" she yelled. She shoved the bottle top into my mouth and I was forced to swallow. I got ready for the sensational burning I was about to encounter......... Nothing? nothing happened. I took the bottle from her grasp and examined it. Sprite? what was so special about this Sprite that did not bring pain?
To Be Continued...
Authors Note: sorry I didn't update more. I might write more later today. In other words I hope you're all enjoying the story so far!
