🌸 Invader Zim 𝔁 Reader Oneshots 🌸

✧ Unfinished Business ✧

(Yet another oneshot based off of a dream that I had. Also, contains a little fluff... little fluffy wuffy. Now, I'm not ready to write any sort of smut of lemon or anything like that in this book, but because this was a dream of mine, I feel I had to write it for you all :>  )

'Hello there, is this Ms Bitter's class?'

Suddenly, we all got interrupted from taking down our notes from the chalkboard as the principal, Mrs Fletching, entered our classroom. She looked over at our teacher as all the kids paused in distraction.

'Yes it is.' Ms Bitters replied, sounding as emotionless as always.

'Great! Do you mind if I borrow a few of your students?'

'Sure, take them. Take them all if you want.' Ms Bitters grumbled as she looked over at the principal.

'No, no, I just need a few.' Turning to face the rest of us, her eyes scanned around as she looked over almost every kid. 'Could I please have Gretchen, Varian, Zim, Ned, Holly, (Y/N) and Zita come with me please.' The seven of us that were chosen all let out a groan as we got up from our desks. As we started following closely behind her, I couldn't help but wonder what was going on as I looked around, noticing all the different children that we were grouped with. Walking down the hallway, Zim, my alien boyfriend, came up to me as his purple eyes gleamed in the light.

'Do you know what this is about?' He asked, walking alongside me.

'Nope, no idea...' I responded. As we made our way to the end of the hallway, we stopped when the principal opened the exit door, only for the rest of us to glare in surprise as it was revealed that it was pouring down with rain. Zim, of course, felt uneasy at the sight of it bucketing down before us, which I couldn't exactly understand why since he's found a way to stop himself from being affected by the rain.

'We're going to go into the study lounge,' The principal explained as she looked at us, 'so we'll need to run. Three...

Two...

One...

RUN!'

As soon as she yelled run, all of us bolted out of the skool building and a few meters away over to the study lounge. The study lounge is a miniature building separated from the main skool building, and was mainly used as a temporary confinement room for a selection of kids at given times, or to be used as the teachers conference room. Running across the field, we quickly made our way over to the study lounge where Mrs Fleming hurriedly chucked her keys in and opened the door, allowing each of us students to pass through first before she did. As we all crowded inside, each one of us relatively damp and cold, the principal shut the door as she patted her clothes down, regaining herself as she stepped over to one of the elongated tables that was stationed in the middle of the study lounge. Along with tables and chairs, the room inside felt quite spacious, being that it was decorated with other various tables and chairs, a couch, a bathroom, and it even had a small little closet known as the relax room. Not having been inside there yet, I didn't know what it was like, but I was eager to find out.

'Now children, if you could all take a seat around me, I will begin to tell you why you are all here.' Obliging to do so, we all sat around the table, each one of us still goraning at the fact that we were shivering and wet. Sitting down next to Zim, the group of us began to listen in to what the teacher had to say. Basically, every week, a group of children are selected from each classroom, in an order that is configured by going down the list of our student ID numbers. This week, it was our turn I guess. What we had to do was complete a standard test, a test that was based around our skool with things like what makes our skool so great, what can we do to improve our skool, how would you describe your skool to other children, etc. It sounded pretty boring, but fairly easy so I wasn't too stressed out about it or anything. Once Mrs Fleming had finished explaining the test to us, she handed us all three sheets of paper, each with different questions and statements on them.