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

The Interigation...

(Warning Graphic description...)

-Dibs P.O.V.-

I was putting all the medical stuff away and when I came back out I find Gwen fast asleep mouth wide open snoring on the couch. I grab a fleece throw blanket that was on the back of the couch and lay it across her. A small smile spreads across her face, almost looking comfortable. I sit in a big lazy boy recliner beside her and turned on the T.V. to watch Mysterious Mysteries. While halfway through my show my phone started making noise. I glance at it to see it was another video chat from an unknown number. I left the room so I wouldn't wake up Gwen to answer it. "Hello, Dib-thing..." Of course, it had to be Zim, except he was wearing a different outfit than usual. He had a purple fedora, a pair of glasses and a scarf around his neck. "What now Zim?" "I see you ruined my plans with exterminating your hideous human girlfriend. But I have another plan that will bring me one step closer to the destruction of the planet. I've brainwashed some mindless Earth monkeys with what you call art. They are so desperate for my approval they'll do anything I say." I grab a pack of my smokes and had one hanging from my mouth.

"First and foremost, she's not my girlfriend, love pig, whatever relationship you think we have. Second, since when did you know anything about art?" I asked utterly annoyed. "I know your nothing more than an h8ter so once I let my people know they'll hunt you down. And help me build a machine that will summon the star donkey!" He starts his maniacal laughter and I hang up on him. I walk back in and peek on Gwen who was still sleeping on the couch. She was already hurt so I decided to take down Zim by myself. I sent her a text, telling her if be back home later. With that, I went out the door to go stop Zims next plan.

-Gwen's P.O.V.-

I woke up when I heard the front door shut. My eyes flew open and I held my knife up in case someone was trying to break in. I look down to see someone put a cover over me while I was out. "Dib?" Got no respond back, I searched the house for him and couldn't find him anywhere in site. I check my phone and see I got a text from him. "Gwen had to go into town for a while be back later." Well, he was gone I had his place to myself. This seemed like the perfect opportunity to go pry some information out of my friend downstairs.

I walk downstairs to see my victim finally awake leaned against the cage, groaning in pain. "Good morning, have a nice nap?" He growls at me and gives me a death stare. "Fuck you bitch, you'll pay for what you did to my brothers." He spits at me and I wipe it off. "If you and your brothers didn't hunt young women for fun, you wouldn't be caged up like filthy animal you are. And they wouldn't be in purgatory." He tries to get up and charge the cage but went right back down when he realized both of his legs have been shot and still wrapped in silver chains. "We enjoyed ripping their hearts out, but not before we enjoyed their bodies." He gives me a devious smirk. I was appalled those poor women were raped and murdered by these guys.

I turn away from the cage and go by a table that had my torcher devices laid out perfectly organized. I grab a syringe and inject it inside the mason jar full of liquid silver. "I have a few questions for your mutt. If you answer them I won't make you beg me for mercy. If you don't answer them well, I'm going to enjoy the absolute fuck out of watching you scream and squirm like the worthless dog you are." He growls at me "I ant no snitch, I sure as shit am not going to tell you a damn thing." I squeeze the needle til some of the liquid squirted out.

I walk up to him and point at the syringe. "I'm going to ask nicely once, a vampire kid, long white hair, and red eyes disappeared shortly after you guys showed up. Where is she?" He gives me a smug smile and says, "Bite me, bitch." I nodded. "Bad dog..." I stab the needle in his neck and squeeze the liquid right into his bloodstream. Causing him to do a blood curtailing scream in agony. I stood there smiling at him suffering, he was hurling chunks of blood and human hearts. Once he was done he was sweating and groaning. I scream in his face, "Speak you fifthly mongrel." He growls, "Do your worst, you think you can torcher me. You ant no Goth." My eyebrow raised when he mentioned my name. "How do you know Goth?" I ask and he snarled and flashed his fangs at me. "Those unfortunate to meet him never live to tell about him. No one even knows what the guy looks like." I threw my head back and started laughing at his statement. So that's what monsters are saying about me. I went back to my table and grabbed my silver gloves. I go unlock the door and grabbed him by his throat and pull him out of the cage.