Stuck like glue | By : Darkplaygirl Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2809 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Red’s expression turned from mild annoyance to barely contained insanity. For the last two and a half hours, purple had been poking him softly in the side. Though there was no pain, but it certainly was irritating, and after two and a half hours of Purple constantly, giggling in a high pitched voice and poking him, any normal being would be forced to spasm. Finally, even the great tallest Red cracked.
“WOULD YOU PLEASE STOP POKING ME!?!?!?!”
The other Irkens in the control room immediately turned away from their pointless work, given to them by their leaders for absolutely no reason, to stare at Red. Their crimson-eyed leader never got mad at Purple!! Sure he would sometimes throw a smaller Irken down the garbage disposal, but he never yelled at Purple! Not even when he ate the last doughnut!!!
Purple’s eyes filled with hurt tears. “But… it’s fun.” His antenna drooped sadly and his amethyst eyes lowered in shame.
Red immediately tried to find something to distract his sad partner. “Um… er..” He thought fast. “Want to give Zim a call and laugh at him?”
Purple immediately perked up, easily amused. “Ok!”
Without having to be asked, a few Irkens immediately dialed Zim’s base. A long ringing sound echoed slightly in the now-silent massive. About two milliseconds loud crashing noises were heard, followed by a stream of Irken curses, and finally a familiar green face appeared on the screen .
“Invader Zim present and accounted for!” The lime colored Irken saluted, not noticing a chicken drumstick sticking to the side of his head.
Both tallests snickered at Zim’s appearance, letting their imaginations run wild. Finally Red composed himself to speak.
“Zim…. Tell us about your….. ‘Progress‘…. In taking over…. Umm.” He blinked, confused. Softly he whispered to purple. “What planet is he on again?”
Purple shrugged, grabbing a bag of neon colored potato chips from a nearby Irken. “I dunno.”
Red was saved having to think by Zim, who grinned and said smugly. “The invasion is going well. I have just a few minutes ago released a new plan to take over the Earth. It involves - ……What on Irk is that thing!?!?”
He was cut off as a loud crash echoed from somewhere out of the tallests line of vision. They immediately leaned foreword, intrigued at the scene unfolding in front of them. Purple popped some chips in his mouth and crawled into Red’s lap for a better view.
“Dib human? What is that!?…. And how did you get into my base?!”
“It’s a giant water gun… but you’ll never know!!!”
“WHAT IS THAT THING!?!??!”
“IT’S A GIANT WATER GUN!!!!”
Suddenly Zim was propelled out of the tallests line of vision by a giant stream of liquid that sent him flying.
“That doesn’t hurt Dib!” Zim yelled cockily from out of sight. “I bathed in GLUE today!” Suddenly Zim appeared in their line of sight once again, held up on four metal spider legs that had come out of his PAK.
Suddenly Dib sprang into sight, a huge gun filled with liquid held in front of him. “Well let’s see how long it takes that to wash off!!!”
Red grinned at the scene unfolding. “I’m betting on the big-head boy.” he said, taking a chip from the bag in Purple’s lap over his shoulder.
Purple shook his head. “I think Zim is gonna beat him…. I mean he has so much energy for someone so incredibly tiny.
Red shrugged, resting his hands on Purple’s head and then his chin on his hands, watching the scene intently. Purple let out a small purr as Red’s hands brushed over his antenna and popped another few chips in his mouth, constantly munching.
In the end, neither won the bet, because at that moment, Dib tripped, barreling into one of Zim’s spider legs and knocking it away. Off balance, Zim started falling, his metallic spider legs disappearing inside his PAK. He cringed, expecting his slender body to fall onto the hard ground. Instead he felt something soft under him squirming slightly. Blinking in confusion he opened his crimson eyes to see that he had landed on top of the Dib in a very suggesting position. The Dib was now struggling to get out from under him, hatred filling his golden eyes, making them spark with anger.
Purple choked on his chips and Red started banging him on the back hard, also coughing hard. Finally Purple got his breath back and Red stopped pounding him on the back. They looked back at the screen in which Zim was writhing on top of Dib. When he didn’t get off imediatly, Red looked at him incredulously. “What are you doing to that Earth child?!” He demanded.
A small whimper came from Zim before a muffled reply came. “It’s the glue, my tallests! It was still wet… and now I can’t get off!!!”
Purple was about to add his own comment to the general chaos of the situation, but suddenly a familiar scent wafted towards him. He grabbed Red’s shoulders and pointed. “Look! Someone’s making doughnuts!!!…… again!”
Red, almost as easily entertained as Purple, immediately got to his feet, sending Purple crashing to the floor, and raced towards the doughnuts. Purple got up and raced after him, tripping slightly in his haste to get there. Some other Irkens took the chance to end the call, not caring in the least what happened to the invader on the screen.
Zim meanwhile, was sprawled out on The Dib, his face buried in the crook of Dib’s neck. He growled loudly as he tried to push himself away. He nearly managed to but then the glue dried the rest of the way, sticking them together.
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Hey all!! This is a really weird fanfic. On my last one I got out of character a lot so in this one I’m trying harder to stay with their usual personalities… tell me whatcha think!!! Give me ideas too, goodness knows I need them.
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