PWF Profile - ZimPWF Profile - Zim3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Zim is an alien from planet Irk who was sent to Earth for what he THINKS is a mission to conquer as part as Operation Impending Doom 2. However, he's actually been banished. He's been on Earth for seven long years, and still has no idea that his mission was just an excuse to get rid of him.
He's tried to destroy the Earth more times than he can count, but each time, the troublesome Dib human foiled his plans. Annoyed? Yes. However, after a certain event that occured in 7th grade, Zim's attempts at conquering the planet had become... pitiful. It seemed like he had stopped trying. He had also started becoming sort of attatched to Dib. I will not explain any more.
On the first day of 7th grade, Zim showed up to skool with a different disguise, one with longer hair. He had somehow grown a little taller, maybe having something to do with the gravity on Earth? I dunno, and I don't care. He's taller. So there. He also changed his clothes a little bit, probably because the previous year, he ob
ZaDr - ZaDf Stormy DayZim sighed and looked at the clock. 3:00... The bell would be ringing in ten minutes. Ms. Bitters continued her lesson of Doom but a loud clap of thunder stopped her short. Everyone, except the heartless teacher, jumped at the sound and the sudden light that flashed across the sky right after. Zim groaned in his head. He had woken up to late for him to apply his daily amount of water repellent. Dib took his gaze off of the brewing storm to look at the alien on the other side of the room. Dib was shocked at the expression he saw on Zim; He was scared. Ms. Bitters slapped her desk with a ruler grabbing everyone's attention. "If you all don't pay attention, you'll all pay a visit to the Underground Classroom!" Everyone slid lower in their desks, scared.ZaDr - ZaDf Stormy Day4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Finally, the bell rang and everyone gathered their belongings to go home. The storm still gathered but hadn't let down any acidic liquid. Zim was grateful of this. The alien ran to his locker and grabbed everything he needed to complete ho
Haunted--Ch. 1"TRICK OR TREAT!"Haunted--Ch. 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A little witch, a ghost, and a skeleton were all grinning, holding out pillowcases and plastic bags expectantly. Their smiles faded when they saw who had answered the door.
"Happy Halloween," Dib said, pulling out three candied Super Toast mega-bars from the silver bowl he carried and dropping one in every bag. He was about to close the door and retreat back into the house when the witch pushed her way forward.
"Where's Professor Membrane?" she demanded. "Why isn't he giving us candy instead of you, freak?"
Being called 'freak' by a six-year-old brought about no response from Dib. "He's busy," he said. "All of those candies are printed with his signature, though."
The three children squealed and immediately dove for their bags to fish out the autographed candy, wrestling the candy bags out of each other's hands and starting up a shouting match. Dib hurriedly swung the door closed, clutching the silver bowl full of candy bars tightly to his chest. Wit
'IB' - Chapter Eight'IB' - Chapter Eight3 years ago in Horror More Like This
Dib’s hurried pace soon slowed to a steady walk as he got closer to Zim’s base. He delayed getting there as he was both afraid and nervous of what he may find here. He actually started to second guess if this was the best thing to do, but he arrived before he knew it. Once it were visible across the road from him, Dib stopped and stared at it for a short time. He drew in a deep breath, whispering unsure words of encouragement before starting closer towards it.
Zim's base looked pretty similar on the outside, except for where his gnomes keeping his house protected had been destroyed. Though, it did seem to have an eerie aura around it which was something that hadn’t been present in the past.
Dib had made it to the front door now, staring upon it as if there were something fairly interesting about it. In reality, he was just preparing himself for what he was sure would be a quite shocking sight. Finally, he pushed the door open and flicked on the lights wi
Bedtime StoryBedtime Story5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
GIR slowly crept into the living room, where Zim was leaning back on the couch with his head propped up on his hand, watching TV. His eyelids were flickering, but he refused to go to sleep. Sleep was a useless distraction for an Invader such as himself.
GIR ignored the TV for once; it was on the military channel, and something about big guns blowing actual people to bits instead of special effects on paid actors depressed him. Instead, he climbed up next to Zim and pulled on his sleeve. "Mastah?"
With a slightly irritated twitch of the antenna, Zim looked down at him. "What now, GIR?"
"Um " GIR fiddled nervously with the book in his hands before saying, "Will you read me a bedtime story?"
"Read it to yourself," Zim replied.
GIR had expected that, but he was persistent. "Please? I want you to read it to me. Just one time. Please, Master?" He waved the book in front of Zim's face.
With a sigh, Zim stood up, scooping GIR up into an arm. "All right, fine. But only becaus
Looking at you- Chapter 4Chapter 4: Time of Roses (ZaGir)Looking at you- Chapter 43 years ago in Romance More Like This
The day went out slowly as the group of humans and Skoodge bid their farewells to Zim as they left the house. What made Zim ponder was that Dib was holding Gaby's hand as they walked out, their faces filled with love. He sighed and moved to the couch and slumped on it, too tired to move his body anywhere else. Gir was sitting on the floor watching TV again with the figures on the TV moving within the large aqua green eyes of his. The noises did disturb Zim a little, but only just a little. He was always accustomed to hearing noises all the time while he slept. His eyes were dropping little by little until he came into a deep sleep.
Gir looked at the soap-opera that was featured on the TV and saw the protagonist was troubled. He leaned in to see what the lady was about to say about her situation.
"I am very lonely," The lady began to say to a older lady that portrayed to be her mother. Gir stood a little to hear more.
"Just like me," Gir
ChangeChange3 years ago in Romance More Like This
A/N: An IZ one-shot
This has been my life for awhile now. Endlessly pouring over electronic files--both on my ship's computer and on the computers at the human library, which were foolishly set up for all the public to come and look at. Scavenging around the human neighborhood for something, anything I could eat. Maintaining the repairs on my SIR unit. Not exactly the glamourous lifestyle, but I've been trained to take what I have and make the best of it.
This has been my life, alternating between these. Right now I'm not hungry, and my SIR Unit is out gathering information, so I'm once again going through my files. But I think I've been at this for too long. The screen swims in front of my eyes as I continue to stare at my ship's computer. Well, I shouldn't call it my ship. It's the escape pod from my ship. My actual ship has been missing ever since I was somehow defeated by that miserable excuse for an Irken, Zim, and had to eject. I've labelled it as a loss and have
'IB' - Chapter One'IB' - Chapter One3 years ago in Horror More Like This
So here it is! I am finally working on this for those of you who've been so patient. I am working on making this flow a bit better so please excuse its immense length since I have been adding a lot. I hope you guys enjoy chapter one and the rest of the story once I can get around to posting it! I am writing Dib's parts and Invader-Neo is writing Zim's. I haven't edited much of hers because she writes like a boss!
Everyone in the skool building knew it was a scientific law that when there was Zim, there was always oddities and inevitably, screaming. These screams were usually on resulting in either anger and denial at anything that could have been brought to his attention that he felt were threatening to his position and mission, or from absolutely anything that came out of his arch enemy's, Dib's, mouth. And both these oddities and screams were the very things that defined what Zim was to these humans as much as his PAK defined him as an Irken. He had
'IB'- Chapter Seventeen'IB'- Chapter Seventeen2 years ago in Horror More Like This
Dib’s eyes widened in shock at the split second where Zim’s old self had just flashed across his face. His jaw gaped as those words rung mercilessly through his head, and he could honestly admit to himself that those words were sincere. It was then that he had the sudden desire to help the suffering Irken rather than fight him and try to rid himself of him for good. A moment later, the boy grabbed hold of the Irken’s arms and pulled him towards his chest before standing. “I’ll… try, Zim..” He whispered before running downstairs and screaming at the computer. “Help me fix him!! There has to be some way to stop this!”
"Are you crazy??" The computer questioned. "That thing is vicious!!" It cautioned him, as if the boy wasn’t already aware. Zim was already screeching and gurgling again from being restrained, thrashing back and forth in his arms.
Dib bit his lip, clutching the alien tighter as if trying to keep h
Invader's First ThanksgivingInvader's First Thanksgiving3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The unnaturally cold air whipped around the small Invader's body, making a chill run down his spine. He tried to block it out by pulling the collar of his uniform higher over his chin until it covered his mouth. "Filthy planet," he muttered through the material. "Filthy IN-con-sissstent weather."
Zim did not like Earth, and now he had even more reason to destroy it. On Irk, weather conditions were strictly controlled. There was no burning poison-ran, and certainly no freezing "autumn" wind. It was always a certain temperature perfectly suited to the great Irken race.
"And the Dib-thing says it is only going to get worse when 'winter' comes," he said in a loud, sarcastic voice. "Ridiculous!"
Zim had never experienced a winter before. He had arrived on Earth in the late summer when school had already started, but it hadn't even starting to get cold. Now it was mid-November, and the cold was already taking over the town. With the changing temperature, Zim found himself in fo
IZ - SickDib woke up at 7:00 that Friday morning for school. He walked out of his room, and heard no sound. Normally he would hear the faint talking and sounds of the T.V. from down stairs, but nothing. Not even his sister yelling at him to hurry up, or even her walking around in the kitchen. Dib knew, something was wrong. Dib walked down the hall, towards his sisters room. He slowly opened the door, seeing a dark room with red eyes staring back at him. The red eyes were her dolls, keeping alert. Dib, knowing what they could do to him, carefully walked into the room.IZ - Sick4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Gaz?" He asked in a hushed voice. "You okay?"
There was no response but only a dry cough from the darkness that surrounded the room.
"I'm sick." Gaz finely said, her voice sounded horrible, like she has been screaming for hours.
Dib turned on the light, hearing Gaz groan from the light, shielding it away like a vampire. "Gaz, you sound horrible! Why don't you stay home today?" Dib made his way to Gaz's bed, standing next to her.
Dib and Zim Play SCP Containment Breachdib is on his computer, looking extremely concentrated, brow furrowed and biting his lip. zim crawls through his window, completely unnoticed. zim approaches dib silently.Dib and Zim Play SCP Containment Breach3 years ago in Humor More Like This
zim: hey stink-meat.
dib: (jumps, and there is a crack sound that came out of dib's computer speakers) AAH!!
zim: what are you doing?
dib: dammit zim! why do you always DO that?!? you made me die!
zim: (fearful) are you playing that slender game again?
dib: (turns back to his computer) no, this is a completely different game.
zim: (looks over dib's shoulder) is it scary?
dib: well, let's put it this way... if you couldn't handle slender, you won't be able to handle this.
zim: zim can handle anything.
dib: this is when i wish i was video recording when i was playing slender that night. then i could play it back for you to show you how much of a pussy you were.
zim: i do not care about kitty cats!
dib: no, z-- uuuugh... okay, i'll show you this game. but you better not distract me. this is much harder than slender.
ThereRed slowly ran his fingers back and forth from the base of his friend's neck to the end of his shoulder. Purple had already drifted off to sleep long ago, but Red remained awake, laying on his side, just as the other was, facing Purple's back.There9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Purple normally slept with some kind of loose shirt on, but for whatever reason tonight was an exception. Purple left his top half bare, allowing Red to once again study the many scars that covered his companion's back. Red used to cringe at the sight of the ruined skin. The lashes had never fully healed. But now he gently took his hand from Purple's shoulder and ran the smooth curve of his claws along the scars' surface.
His thoughts began to wander. All the way back to where it all started.
They first met in one of the underground nurseries. They would learn, eat, sleep, and play together as the young smeets they were. Their caretakers soon found them inseparable. Where one would go the other would always follow. That was the simplest life had
PWF Profile - DibPWF Profile - Dib3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
For seven long years, Dib has been trying to expose/destroy the Irken invader, Zim, who showed up in his fifth grade class one day. As soon as Dib saw this green kid, he KNEW he was an alien. Of course, no matter how obvious it was, and no matter how hard he tried to prove it, no one believed Zim was really an alien. He became very discouraged after awhile.
After about four years, something happened between Zim and Dib that changed EVERYTHING between them. However, I will not tell you what it is yet. After this event, Zim had actually tried LESS to destroy the Earth, even though he always talked about it. Not only that, but he seemed less like a threat to Dib and more like a source of entertainment. Zim started barging right into Dib's room randomly, climbing in through the window, and insisting on bugging him. Annoyed as he was, Dib didn't actually TRY to make Zim leave. They still hated eachother... or at least they kept saying they did. No matter how much they hated eachother though
'IB' Chapter 16'IB' Chapter 162 years ago in Horror More Like This
Dib bit down firmly on his lip before shakily stepping forward and pulling him slowly up the creaky stairs. Since it was dark, he squinted his eyes in an attempt to see a bit clearer in the small amount of light that he had. As he slowly made his way up the stairs, whispering the Irken’s name in an attempt to draw him out from his hiding place. In a situation such as this, Dib preferred to know where Zim was rather than him be out of sight with the possibility of a surprise attack.
After a minute of crawling painfully slow up the stairs, he finally made it to the top with the sight of the illuminated room at the end of the hallway; the same room his sister’s decomposing body lay on the metal table.That light was still on, but there weren’t any sounds. Either the Irken was being especially quiet, or he wasn't there at all.
Dib’s feet were planted deeply where he stood, hesitating to go any closer to the room. Memories and dreadful images of what l
Zim's Second ChristmasZim's Second ChristmasZim's Second Christmas5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Zim glared out the window of his house at the deadly white flakes drifting down. They looked so harmless and almost serene. If it wasn't for the fact that they were nothing more than frozen water, which could cause severe burns unless he was prepared. Since he didn't want to take a paste bath, though, he was staying inside where it was toasty warm and waiting until the snow stopped.
GIR was outside building a snowman while MiniMoose looked for rocks to use for the facial features. GIR waved at Zim. "Mastah, come outside! Please?" His voice was loud enough that it was easily heard from inside.
For about the tenth time in the past few minutes, Zim shook his head. "No GIR! The snow can burn me, remember?"
"Then wear a hoodie!"
"A hoodie?" Zim hadn't thought of that. "Computer, my jacket."
Computer threw a red, hooded jacket at him. Its left chest pocket was marked with the irken insignia. He pulled it on and zipped it all the way up, then laid his ante
Born From a Tube - ZADFIt was like any other day for Dib Membrane. He was either bored, trying to find a way to better mankind, trying to find a way to delve deeper into the supernatural, or trying to find a way to show the world Zim was an alien (although, he was starting to think Zim wasn't much a threat after six years and countless failed invasion plans). He would occasionally end his boredom by rummaging through his dad's old files and schematics.Born From a Tube - ZADF5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Giant lazer? No, tried that already. End world hunger? No one cared. Perpetual free energy? That was a bust." Dib shuttered at the memory of that ravage monkey Oh, the monkey . "Love beam? That made Gaz love a slice of pizza for a month. Hmm Isn't there anything I haven't seen or Dad didn't care to invent?" Dib was about to give up when an unopened file caught his eye.
"Clones ?" Sure, it had been done before several times, but he didn't know that Professor Membrane had dabbled in that field. Why would he try to do something that had alr
When Dib found Wheatley An Invader Zim/Portal 2 fanfiction. This is NOT meant to be a pairing fanfic. Please read the discription for more infomation.When Dib found Wheatley3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dib gazed upwards. It was a fine night, with not a cloud in the sky and glimmering stars covered the black sky. The moon was up, lighting up the park with a dim, silvery glow. The only sounds he could here were the chirping of crickets and the call of night birds in the trees behind him, as well as muffled noises from the city behind him.
Dib sighed as he pulled the trolley containing his equipment across the grass. The park was empty, as it was quite late and most people wouldn't be out in the dark park at that time. He followed a path that led him up a little hill the overlooked the city. It was important for him to find a place that was high up, with no structures or anything blocking him.
He soon reached the top of the hill, and stopped at a grassy patch of ground, away from the trees. Wiping away the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, he began