My Crazy Partner (Dib x Oc) (Invader Zim Fan Fiction)

The Hunt...

-Dibs P.O.V.-

"Your insane Gwen..." All my life I've been called crazy and insane but she was the one who was actually crazy. We were driving in her car and she explained her plan on the way, which was a terrible plan. "Look I'm going to pretend to be a harmless jogger in the state park where they hang out at. They will find me, they will try to hunt me, and that's when I give you the cue to shoot them in the leg. Once you take out their legs catching them will be a breeze." She points to the chains in her backseat. I just shake my head. "Wouldn't it be smarter to make traps for them?" She gives me an annoyed look then had her eyes back on the road. "I may have a lot of weapons, but I'm low on traps I gotta re-up on some shit. Hunters gear is pretty expensive and very hard to find. I have to go all the way to Vegas to get my supplies. So we gotta make due with what we got." I still thought this was a terrible idea, I shook my head again and she punches my shoulder. "Lighten up, it'll be fine I do this all the time." She tries to ease my stress but I was worried about her.

I check the time to see it was around six o'clock at night, the sun was going to go down soon. I look over at her in a new disguise, she was wearing a baggy red hoodie, some blue shorts, and a red wig in a ponytail. I couldn't help but to ask, "Do you always dress up?" She nods and pulls out her cigarette from her hoodie pocket and lites it. "I'm like Batman, I gotta keep my identity a secret unless I'm killing it. Plus it's kinda fun to pretend to be normal, pretend I don't hunt things for a living." Before I could say anything something big decided to slam against us causing Gwen to lose control for a second. She lines her self back up and speeds down the road. I look out the window to see a brown and black wolf about half the size of Gwen's car catching up quick behind us.

"Fuck me running, they caught our scent! Change of plans." She pulls out her gun and decides to flip the car around. I held on to the oh shit handle on the roof of her car and had her other gun in my hand. "Hold on and do your best to aim for the legs!" She slams her foot on the gas pedal and goes head first for one of the wolves. We ended up crashing into the black wolf causing a decent size dent on the hood of her car. He slammed against us and slumped to the side of the road. "That had to have broken a few ribs," Gwen smirks while holding her gun out the window she shots at the brown wolf while he was chasing us. I quickly shot the black wolf in his back legs before she drove away from it. The brown one starts speeding up when she was already going sixty. "DIB SEAT BELT!" She screams at me I quickly put mine on. She slams her foot on the brake once we stop the wolf knocks himself head first into her bumper. I was white knuckling the handle and held myself against the dashboard. She drives forward then shifts in reverse and runs him over. All we could hear was a giant yelp in pain.

The wolf was still on the ground not even moving. Gwen parks the car and gets out to shot him in the legs. She gets a closer look at him and pokes him with her gun. "Well, shit the bed... I think I killed him." As soon as she got up a yellow wolf came out of nowhere and pounced on Gwen. He throws his massive paw back and claws her forearm arm and chest pretty badly. She pulled out her gun and before she could shoot, I got out of the car and shot him point blank in the back of the head. The massive hound slumps over and transforms back into his naked human self. I rushed over to Gwen and help pull the naked guy off her. Her forearm had a massive gash in it as well as her upper torso. "Are you ok?!" She casually gets up like she didn't have a scratch on her. She looks at the two naked wolves dead on the ground and punches the hood of the car leaving another dent. "GOD DAMNIT!!! I needed them to be alive!" "Your bleeding pretty bad Gwen." She didn't even seem concerned about her wounds, I, however, was worried about her and she looks at her chest and arm. "So I am. By the way congrats on your first kill." I didn't realize until she pointed it out I killed something. She grabs the chains and starts wrapping the two men together. I quickly give her a hand before she bled out. Once she had them wrapped up I grab them and toss them in the back seat. She heads for the driver's side and I jump in front of her. "I'll drive, you drive like a maniac." She lets out a laugh and we drive back to where we shot the black wolf.

We see him on the side dragging himself trying to escape leaving a trail of blood behind him. Gwen puts on some silver-plated brass knuckles and goes after the wolf. She punches him a few times in the head knocking him out. This woman was almost bleeding out and she was punching a werewolf in the face like she wasn't injured. This chick was something else, I quickly get out of the car with another chain and wrap him around in it so she wouldn't. After that, we both carried the wolf into the back seat and laid him on top of his dead friends. Once we got in the car her hoodie was torn to shreds and soaked in blood most of it was hers. "We need to get you to the hospital." I look at her as she was turning a little pale. She just smiles and opens her glove box and pulls out a first aid kit. Then takes off her hoodie showing a tear across her chest. She pulls out the medical thread and a sewing needle. She winced in pain as she started sewing arm back up. "When we get back I'll need your help sewing my chest up." She says while patching herself up. "Again, you're fucking crazy," I stated and she just laughs. "At least we have something in common." She chuckles then winces when she was putting a needle through her arm. I finally met someone who was more insane than me, and I honestly didn't know what to think of it.

-Gwen's P.O.V.-

Dib was speeding back to his house while the wolf was still unconscious. I was doing my best not to bleed out. I tore the rest of my hoodie apart and wrapped my wounds in it. "You should seriously go to a hospital." Dib tries to convince me, "I'll be fine, besides your a scientist you should be able to patch people up." I joke but his face was serious. "Gwen, you have serious wounds they need to be treated." I've been in worse conditions and never went to a hospital. "As long as you help me patch my chest up I'll be fine. Trust me, I've been in worse shape by myself."

With Dib speeding, we made it to his house in a shorter time than usual. We both drag the bodies into the cage in the basement. I only carried one of them, Dib carried the other two on his shoulders. He didn't want me to push myself with me bleeding. When we got downstairs we toss them in the cage and went back upstairs. He goes back into his room and comes out with some ace bandages, gauzes, and a bottle of peroxide to clean my wounds, I sat on the bar stool in the kitchen. He doused a rag with it and cleans my forearm. Then wraps it up in an ace bandage. He hands me the rag so I can clean the gash on my torso. I dab the rag on my chest and felt tingling bubbles pop as they cleaned my battle scar. I then catch Dib looking at me closely like he was studying my body. I look down to see he was observing my other scars. Which my body was full of them from other fights and hunts I've been in. Shortly after I cleaned up the blood and my wound, Dib grabs my needle and thread and starts stitching my chest up.

I didn't make a noise or even made a face of any kind of discomfort. Even though I was in quite a bit of pain. "You really should be more careful, your not immortal you know." Dib lectures me and I roll my eyes. "I wanna monitor you for a few hours and make sure you didn't lose too much blood." I found it humorous that he was concerned for me, I pat his head. "You worry too much." He grabs my hand away from his head and was getting frustrated with me. "Your too reckless, you need to learn to take better care of yourself." I couldn't understand why he was worried about me, he hardly knew who I was. "I'm fine that didn't even hurt." After he finished stitching me he slaps the gauze over my gash causing me to give a small yelp in pain. "You did that on purpose." I pouted and he smirks. "I thought it didn't hurt?" I mumbled under my breath, "Smart ass..." "Better than being a stubborn brat ass like you." He snaps back and I glare at him. "Please rest for a while before you do anything. And no liquor, not til your cuts heal a bit more." I was not happy with being told what to do but I was in his house and he was right I did lose a lot of blood, the last thing I should do is drink and make my blood thin. I walk into the living room to lay on the couch. I closed my eyes for a few seconds then ended up falling into a deep sleep.