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Iz Moth (Uncensored and Complete)	By : PsychoHanyo Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 3714 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim. All characters, locations, and themes thereof belong to Jhonen Vasquez. I make no money off of this fanfiction.

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PsychoHanyo: Hey there everyone! Happy Thanksgiving! I might not be able to update tomorrow, so I wanted tyo update tonight. This will be my last update as a teenager! (Cries) It's NOT the final update ever, though, so don't fret!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Krill, The Mask,a nd the plot. Invader Zim and all related characters, places, ideas, and species belong to Jhonen C Vasquez. I make no money off of this. I jsut have fun.

000

Dib watched as Gaz left in one direction with her friends while Zim went in another. Was Zim going to his house before the others? Where in the world did that make sense? Sure, he and Gaz didn’t have curfews, but it still made no sense. The others probably did. Oh, whatever. Dib couldn’t be bothered with the affairs of the GLASS kids. He had to focus on what the Class President was saying. A member of the student council, Dib was expected to at least show up to the meetings and pretend to look interested. No one else seemed to be paying attention, though, considering most were either doing homework or doodling.
“So that’s my new budget plan.” The class president said, with a wide grin.
How she ever got elected by the students was beyond Dib. When no one answered, she pushed her bright red-violet hair behind her ears.
“Well?” She repeated.
People snapped from their apparent trances and nodded, murmuring words of approval, though they probably didn’t know what she had said, Dib included in that group. He yawned as the paper with the budget on it was passed around the table for everyone to read over and sign.
“This doesn’t make sense.” A girl from Gaz’s class informed. She adjusted her sunglasses. “Our budget only allows for 1,469 bucks to be put to prom so far, yet this clearly goes over that for 3,000. Our overall expenses here are shifted out of whack.” She flipped through her binder full of papers. “Our overall expenses should only be about 20,000. But we’re in the 40,000s. Something’s not right.” She shook her head and handed it back to the Class President.
“I redid all the numbers myself.” She pouted. She shot a look at Dib. “You have the highest grade in math. Can you look this over?” She wasted no time waiting for an answer and walked over, putting the papers in front of him.
Dib looked them over and quickly spotted a few errors. “Things just weren’t added right.” Dib said. He took out a red pencil and circled the errors. “This should fix it.” He handed it to the girl in Gaz’s class, the Treasurer.
“He’s right.” She nodded.
“Alright, then I take it we’re dismissed?” the Class president looked over her nails.
“Yes, ma’am.” The vice president nodded.
“Whipped.” Torque said, pretending to hide his statement with a cough.
People laughed, but the VP and CP gave him dirty looks. “Let’s go.” The VP said.
Everyone left.
“So what do we do now?” Torque wondered.
“Go back to my place?” Dib offered.
“We did that last week.” Sarah said. “What about my house?”
“Okay.” Dib shrugged.
They all walked off in sync.

000

Once Zim got home, he began shuffling through the house, looking for anything remotely Irken that needed to be hidden. His ship was in the attic, so he locked that up, but he didn’t really find much other stuff. He put most of the cash he had manufactured up in the attic with his Voot as well, so that was safe. He hadn’t come to Earth with much Irken stuff to begin with. Strangely enough, Irken laptops looked enough like Earth laptops that Zim didn’t think anyone would think otherwise of it. He still had his generator to make, so he had encased all of that stuff in his suitcase and shoved it into the Voot with the money. The house was designed to look human, so there wasn’t much he had to do in that department. Zim had hidden his mask and amplifier up with the generator stuff, since he was sure Keef would know what the mask and amplifier were for and call him out on it in front of the others. Zim knew it was dumb, since he was completely okay with his sexuality, but it didn’t seem okay with humans and he didn’t want them to know. Since these guys were all for gay equality, considering they were in GLASS, Zim doubted they’d care. But if they told anyone else…Zim shuddered and made a couple last sweeps over the house to make sure everything was okay. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed the number Keef had written on his hand. As he expected, all he got was a message saying he was out of the calling area, followed by a ton of static. Zim’s antennae twitched under his hologram at the noise and he shut the phone off. Well, no way to get a-hold of Keef meant no need to worry. He had, after all, told them that no call meant to just assume he was done with everything and come over. He remembered that clearly. Zim plopped down on the couch and flipped on the TV while he waited for his friends to show up. Three hours of boring Earth VT later, the doorbell rang. Zim sprang up from the couch, a bit startled, before turning off the TV and going to open the door. Keef, Gaz, and the others stood behind it, all holding bags form a local store. Gaz was also playing her Game Slave, which didn’t really surprise Zim.
“Come on in.” Zim smiled, and stepped aside.
They all piled in and looked around the house. “I can’t believe you live here all alone!” Keef gaped. “It’s so huge!”
“Thanks.” Zim flushed.
“Stop gaping.” Gaz said. “You’re probably embarrassing him.” She plopped the bags she had onto the coffee table before sitting on the couch with her game.
“Let’s set everything up!” Keef said with a wide grin. “Where’s your kitchen, Zim?”
Zim pointed. Keef and the others went in, dumping everything they could onto the table. Zim looked at the contents. Most of the food was snacks, like cake and cookies, so Zim knew he could at least eat that. Meat was out of the question, because he was an Irken, which made him a vegetarian. Water was out for drinks, because of Irken allergies, but it looked like they mostly brought punches, which Zim could drink. Keef set the cups and plates up in the way he wanted, as well as everything else. The others, Zim included, just watched.
“You have a CD player?”Gretchen wondered, handing Zim a CD case.
“Uh…my laptop plays CDs.” Zim said. He took his laptop form the kitchen counter and booted it up. He made sure no one saw the screen, considering anything written was in Irken, and opened the disc tray. He took the CD from Gretchen and popped it in. bubbly pop music Zim was sure came from inside a gay bar, started blasting through his laptop speakers.
“Can we eat in the living room, Zim, while we have our meeting?” Keef asked.
“Sure.” Zim shrugged. “Just don’t make a mess.”
They all nodded.
Once everyone was set and sitting on the floor around the coffee table, Keef stood at the head of it and began speaking.
“I call this meeting of GLASS as started!” He said with a wide grin. “Morla, why don’t you start us off with how the fundraiser is going?”
Morla stood and Keef sat. “As you all, except Zim, know by now, we are trying to raise money to host a sort of block party to raise awareness for gay rights.” She said. “Half of the proceeds will go directly to the local gay rights chapter, and the other half will go to our own GLASS club for our treasury.” She smiled. “As of now, we are 3/4ths of the way towards meeting out goal.” She pulled a rolled up piece of paper from her bag and spread it on the table. “We’re a thousand short of our desired goal.”
“Only a thousand?” Keef wondered, still smiling. “If we go hit the gay clubs, I’m sure we could get people to donate!”
“I can make it.” Zim said.
They all stared at him.
“Yeah, right.” Gaz snorted. “Like you have a thousand dollars.”
“I do.” Zim nodded.
“We couldn’t ask you to do that.” Morla smiled softly.
“It’s fine.” Zim shook his head. “Hold on.”
When Zim returned from the attic, the others were gone from where Zim had left them. “Guys?” Zim wondered. He walked into the kitchen and was bombarded with balloons and streamers. Keef through a bunch of pink sparkles into his face, which Zim sneezed away.
“Welcome, Zim!” They all said at once, some of them blowing little whistles.
“Uh…what’s…uh…?” Zim noticed the banner tacked to his cabinets, which read “Welcome to GLASS, Zim!” in bright multicolored letters.
“We told you this was going to be a welcome party!” Keef giggled.
“He’s right.” Gaz smiled softly, looking up from her game for once. “We were going to have someone ask you to show them where the bathroom is, but that worked out well, too.”
Zim laughed. “Okay, then.” He said. “Oh.” Zim held up the money. “Here you go.” He handed it to Morla, who counted it.
“Two thousand dollars?!” She wondered.
“Oh, two thousand?” Zim pretended to be shocked. “Oops.”
“We only needed a thousand, you sly dog, you!” Keef lightly hit his shoulder.
“Where do you get half of your sayings from?” Dirge wondered, opening one eye wider than the other.
“I have my sources!” Keef stuck his tongue out and tapped his head.
“None that we want to know, I’m sure.” Zim responded.
Laughter.
“Now, let’s really get this party started!”

000

It was about seven o’clock when Gaz walked in the front door of her home. Dib was sitting on the couch with a bowl of cereal, watching Mysterious Mysteries on the TV. Dib looked up when he heard her shut and lock the door with a ‘click’.
“How was Zim’s?” Dib wondered, not really caring.
“I had fun.” Gaz shrugged. “He made a huge donation to the club.” She shrugged and plopped down on the couch next to her brother. She pulled out her Game Slave 2 and began playing again.
Dib rolled his eyes. “Don’t you do anything besides playing that thing?” Dib asked.
“I have to kill the Vampire Piggies.” Gaz sneered. “It’s a lot of work. And I have the club too, by the way.”
“Other than that.”
“You’re just mad because I was hanging with your mortal enemy.”
“He’s not my mortal enemy!” Dib turned viscously to him. “I just don’t like him lying.” He folded his arms and looked away.
“Sure thing.” Gaz muttered.
“Does he really live alone?” Dib looked at her.
“Yeah.” Gaz responded.
“Maybe we should tell someone that.”
“Leave it alone, Dib, he’s a big boy. Zim’s got some pretty good self-defense training. He can use a gun.”
“What? Did he threaten you?” Dib sat up and looked his sister in the eyes.
“No, he didn’t threaten me.” Gaz rolled her eyes. “Keef commented on him living alone, too.”
“Oh.” Dib sank back into the couch. “He said he wouldn’t do anything to you, anyway.”
“Did you threaten him?” Gaz wondered, pausing her game.
“No.” Dib shook his head. “We just had a little discussion after school.”
“How’d you even know I was going over there?”
“Keef won’t shut up. He’s got twin crushes on me and Zim, I swear.”
“And do you like Keef back?” Gaz’s eyes held a taunting glint.
“What!?” Dib was practically out of his seat when she said that. “Of course not!” He glared at her. “Besides, I have Iz.”
“Who?” Gaz wondered.
“Remember when I stayed out the whole night the other day? Well, I met Iz at The Mask and we met up at the club and uh…”
“You slept with him.”
Dib wiped a hand over his face. “It sounds horrible when you say it that way.”
Gaz chuckled. “So you did.”
“He’s cute.” Dib smiled softly at the memory. “I hope we see each other again at the club.”
Gaz rolled her eyes. Her brother’s personal life wasn’t her issue.
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