1. Chapter 1 (1/2)

i meant to post this on saturday past, but this site kept screwing up and not posting any new stories.

i don't own invader zim.

the game

it's finally saturday. i

don't have to bother going to skool, where the game slave over my

books is the only thing that gets me through the day.

where i'm constantly

surrounded by idiots all week, today i've got just the one idiot to

face.

i'm sitting on the couch

holding my game slave, minding my own business and doing my best to

ignore that stupid, big-headed jerk yapping away. if only he would go

somewhere, anywhere else, then i could enjoy my game in peace and

quiet and blow up all the vampire piggies i wanted.

what can he be ranting and

raving about? what could be so important? what's even that

interesting if it isn't a video game?

"... the fate of the

world is at stake, gaz, and if we can just... "

behind the lid of my game

slave, i roll my eyes. "the fate of the world." pffft. the

world this, the world that. for someone who cares about everyone else

so much, he sure ruins my life every chance he gets.

so let him knock himself

out. i'll just play my games. life is a game. nothing matters anyway,

so why not see how high a score you can get while you are at it?

"... er, could you

just put your game on pause for a sec... never mind, i'll just... "

that look always works!

"... you see, i just

need someone to keep watch over the... "

once again, he's badgering

me to do something stupid. does he think i have nothing else to do?

he always wants me for something or other, and it just about, no...

make that always... it always has something to do with zim. zim

couldn't take over a kindergarten class, let alone the earth. not

that it matters either way of course.

"... this is your

chance to go down in history! wouldn't you want to do that, gaz?

doesn't just the idea raise goose pimples all up and down your arms?"

er, no. i couldn't care

less about what happens now, so i'm sure not going to care about what

happens after i'm dead.

"c'mon, gaz, just

this one time, huh? huh? huh?"

even though i'm very

careful about not looking into that vapid face that he keeps trying

to push into mine, i am listening, sometimes... for now, anyway. i'm

not about to let him know that, however. i just enjoy keeping him

guessing.

it's more fun that way.

"what's wrong? you

don't think it's a good plan? is that it? you don't think it'll work?

okay, i'll work on it some more and i'll come back when i've come up

with a better one. whaddya say, huh? huh...?"

he sounds like he's about

to give up and leave, so i sigh loudly. "okay. what is it."

he leaps up on the couch

and bounces like a maniac all over it. geez, get a grip. i'm not

moving; he'd just better not bump into me. he starts all over again

babbling on and on and on about some stupid plan of his about zim

(gee, what a surprise). after a few minutes or hours i find it's

surprisingly easy to tune out whatever's pouring out of him. i just

listen to something more interesting, like the hum of the

refrigerator in the kitchen. at least this gets easier to do each

time he repeats his flood of drivel.

he goes on and on until i

don't know how much longer i'll be able to hold in the laughter. to

keep from giving myself away, i bite my tongue as i finally turn