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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! Time for another chapter of Iz Moth!

Disclaimer: I only own Krilla nd the Mask. I own nothing else in this work of fiction. All characters, locations, species, and items in the universe of Invader Zim belong to the amazing Jhonen C. Vasquez. I make NO money off of this fiction.

000

After having looked around his house for about an hour, familiarizing himself with everything, Zim left the abode and walked down into the town. He didn’t know where to go for clothes, so he figured he’d just walk around until he either found it or found someone to ask. As he neared a tall brick building with catchy music pulsing inside, he heard a group of, what sounded like teenage, males talking loudly and laughing. When he approached, he could see that there were four of them. One didn’t have the multiple antenna stuff, one had black antenna stuff, one had dark blue antenna stuff, and the last one had dark skin and no antenna stuff. They couldn’t have been much older than Zim, or they were just short, and he was happy to find that they were speaking Universal Standard Language. Not his first language, but he was fluent enough to consider it his second. As the name foretold, it was the standard around the universe. No matter where you went, people could speak it. Zim didn’t know why he hadn’t thought of it earlier. All he had to do now was get his brain and voice box to agree and make the language come out of his mouth. He approached the four boys.
“Uh…excuse me.” Zim greeted.
They turned. The raven haired boy’s jaw went slack.
Zim cleared his throat nervously. He didn’t look that bad, did he? Sure he wasn’t an expert at this stuff, but…
“Uh…hi.” He said finally.
“Hi.” The raven topped one said at last. “What’s up?”
“Um…I was wondering if you guys could tell me where I could do some clothes shopping around here?” Zim hoped his USL was good enough that it made sense.
“Like the mall?” The antenna stuff-free male asked.
“Uh…yeah. The mall.” Zim responded.
“That way.” The navy topped one said. “Are you new around town? Cause everyone knows where the mall is. Right, Dib?”
The raven antenna-stuff boy finally shut his mouth completely. “Yeah.” He said.
Zim assumed that was Dib. Which one of these guys were in charge? They were about the same height, so that didn’t help him. “Yeah, I’m new.” Zim responded. “I just moved here.”
“Oh yeah?” The bald one wondered. “Well, I’m Torque.” He informed, as if Zim cared. “That’s Rob, Brian, and obviously, Dib.”
Maybe Torque was leader?
“I can introduce myself, Torque.” Dib shoved Torque lightly to the side.
The more muscular boy laughed, not seeming to mind it. Maybe Dib was in charge?
“I’m Zim.” Zim responded.
“You’re…16, I assume?” Dib asked.
Zim smiled, surprised that he didn’t call him 10, which was the response most people gave him when asked. “Yeah, I’m 16.” He said, feeling a bit too giddy.
“So you’re probably in eleventh grade, right? Junior?”
“Yeah, I am.” Liar.
“Cool, so are we. You going to school around here?” Rob wondered.
“Uh…yeah, I guess.” Zim shrugged.
“You’re not going to school?” Brian asked.
Did he say the wrong words? “Well…what I meant was uh…ah…um…”
“Leave him alone, guys.” Dib ordered his companions. “He doesn’t have to answer.” He smiled softly. “So you wanna go to the mall? Want us to walk you over?”
“Dib…” Torque started.
“It’s better than standing around out here.”
“Why don’t you guys just go in?” Zim looked at the building. “Sounds like a party in there.”
“Serious?” Torque laughed. “During the weekdays, it’s a gay bar, man.”
“Oh?” Zim’s antenna rose under his hologram.
“That’s the rumor, yeah.” Dib rolled his eyes at Torque.
“So if you didn’t want to go in, why’d you come over?”
“Check out the rumor.” Brian said. “Oh shit, there’s Keef.”
Zim turned. A boy with red-orange antennae stuff waved at them, albeit in a girly way, before darting across the street.
“Hey, guys!” He greeted, hugging Dib around the neck. “What brings you guys here?” He backed up and gasped at Dib. “I was right, wasn’t I?!”
“I’m not gay, Keef!” Dib said. “I have a date with Sara this weekend, God.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Rumor was that this was a gay bar. Just wanted to see for ourselves.” Torque jumped into the conversation.
“Oh, you!” Keef flapped his hand in Torque’s direction. “I don’t see why you guys can’t admit that one of you is gay.”
“I’m not!” Dib groaned.
“Wasn’t talking about you, doll.” Keef looked point blank at Zim, who took a step back.
“Me?” He wondered. Was it that obvious?
“Well, yeah.” Keef giggled. “A bit obvious by the way you’re dressed, don’t you think?”
“The way I’m…” Zim looked down at himself. “It’s just a t-shirt and jeans.”
“Come on, Keef, not now.”
“So who is this mystery boy here, hm?” Keef asked. “Don’t be rude, guys.”
“Zim.” Zim responded, stopping his once-over of himself. “I’m new around here.”
Keef yanked his hand from his side and shook it hard with both of his. “I’m Keef!” He informed, although Zim already knew. “Welcome to the neighborhood, cutie.” Keef winked.
Zim retched his hand back. “You’re breaking my arm.” He told Keef. Truth be told, people weren’t so foreword back home with him. Probably because they knew who he was. He didn’t mind being treated the same way as everyone else; it was just different for him.
“Sorry.” Keef tilted his head to the side and giggled cutely, eyes closing.
“Well, we had better get going.” Dib said. “We’re going to uh…go watch a football game at my house. Come on, Zim.”
“Football?” Keef crinkled the thing between his eyes. What did that one species call those things? Noses? “Okay. I’ll see you all later.” Keef looked to Zim. “Don’t be a stranger around here, sweetie.” He slapped Zim on the ass.
“Hey!” Zim arched foreword and glared at the retreating boy.
“Sorry about him.” Dib said, making Zim look at him. “He likes attention.”
“I can tell.” Zim rubbed his rear end. How rude!
“Let’s get going, then.” Torque said.
They started off without Zim, but he caught up quickly. “I thought we were going shopping.” Zim told Dib.
“Who said we weren’t?” Dib looked confused.
“You did.” Zim said. “You told Keef…”
“If I had told him where we were really going, he’d have wanted to tag along.” Rob informed.
“Oh.” Zim responded.
“Did you want him to come?” Dib asked.
Zim flushed. “Not really.” He said. “He’s a bit annoying.”
Dib laughed at that. “Preaching to the choir, pal.” He said.
“Okay…” What in the sulfuric rocks of hell did that mean?
“I haven’t met a person yet who doesn’t find him annoying.” Torque added. “He’s always all over you and he’s got a bit too much energy, even for a cheerleader.”
“He’s a cheerleader?” Zim wondered. Zim never knew cheerleaders, since he never went to a real school. He knew what they were, though.
“He joined the team last year.” Dib informed. “He didn’t want to in ninth grade cause he was still in the closet.”
Like you are? I saw the way you looked at me, Dib.
“So?” Zim asked. “If he wanted to be a cheerleader, he should have gone for it.”
“Are you gonna go for it?”
“No way.” Zim shook his head. “I’m not very flexible.” He’d seen a cheerleading competition before, when his mom was a judge for one, and most of their moves looked like they would hurt. And Zim didn’t mean just his nether regions. “And besides, it looks painful, some of that stuff.”
No one said anything.
“Do you play any sports?” Rob wondered.
“I run.” And spar with my reflection. “Why?”
“Oh, just wondering.” Rob said.
“We’re all on the football team.” Torque informed. “Well, except Dib.”
“I have better things to do then tackle people.” Dib rolled his eyes.
Zim smiled softly.
“There’s the mall.” Brian pointed.
“We normally don’t go here unless we’re dragged by our parents.” Dib informed. “So we don’t know where anything is.”
Zim hoped he didn’t seriously mean ‘dragged’. “Alright.”
They led him through a path of back alleys and twists and turns before finally coming to a stop in front of a tall building labeled ‘Mall’.
“Creative.” Zim said.
Dib chuckled. “Well, come on. Let’s go.”

000

Zim looked himself over in the mirror of a dressing room. The shirt Dib had told him was in style looked like it belonged on someone else. Even though he ran, Zim wasn’t very athletic. He was thin, sure, but that didn’t mean much. The jeans he had were threatening to fall off his hips. Maybe he should have made a bracelet or a necklace that changed his clothing appearance.
“Come on out, Zim.” Dib’s voice ordered, accompanying a knock on the door of the stall.
“Uh…I look ridiculous.” Zim argued. “I’d rather not come out yet.”
“We’ll be the judge of that, man. Come on out.” Torque argued back.
Zim sighed and unlatched the lock, pushing the door open. The natives started laughing as soon as he stepped out of the too small room.
“I guess you were right.” Dib at least had the decency to cover his mouth as he laughed.
Zim quickly stepped back into the room, shutting and latching the door again. He climbed out of the horrible native clothing and put his own back on before stepping out. “I think I’ve had enough shopping, today.” He said.
“Zim.” Dib said, seriously. “This is only our first store.”
“Oh yeah…”
Laughter. “Man, I’m hungry.” Torque said. “How about some late lunch?”
“Early dinner, you mean.” Dib checked his watch. “I should probably be getting home.”
“Oh, just call your sister. I’m sure she doesn’t care.” Brian told him.
Dib pulled a cell-phone from his pocket and dialed a number. “Excuse me.” He said, walking out of hearing range.
“You hungry?” Torque asked.
It took Zim a moment to realize he was talking to him.
“Oh.” Zim said. “No, I’m fine.” His squeedly spooch groaned in protest. “Uh…heh heh.”
“You don’t have an eating disorder, do you?” Rob asked. “You’re obviously hungry.”
“No, no eating disorders.” Zim answered. “But uh…” He pulled out his empty pockets. “No cash.”
“Why’d you go shopping if you didn’t have money?” Torque rose an eyebrow.
“Haven’t you ever heard of window shopping?” Zim asked.
“Yeah, but only girls do that.” Brian said.
“Alright, well…I just had to get out of the house. Had a huge fight with my mom. I should be glad if she lets me come back home.”
“What did you fight about?”
“Nothing important.” Zim said. “Don’t worry about it.”
Dib came back. “She’s at some girl’s house.” He informed. “So where to eat?”
“I’m actually gonna leave.” Zim said. “Mom just called my cell.”
“Oh.” Dib looked a bit upset. “Well, then maybe we’ll see you at school?”
“Uh…yeah.” Zim said. “I think I’m starting next week.”
“Okay, cool.” Dib said. “See you then.”
“Yeah.” Zim nodded. “Nice meeting you guys.” He resisted the urge to bow. “Bye. Thanks for your help.” He walked off before anyone could object to him.

000

“I’m serious.” Torque said. “He told us he got into a fight with his mother. She didn’t call him, man.”
“So…he lied?” Dib took a bite of pizza.
Rob nodded. “Completely.” He agreed.
“Well, he doesn’t know us well enough.” Dib said. “He was probably just uncomfortable.”
“He seemed fine to me.” Brian objected. “He said he was broke.”
“So that’s why he left?” Dib wondered. “I would have offered.”
“You hardly know the guy.” Torque scolded and shook his head.
Dib shrugged. “I’m just nice, I guess.”
The others exchanged looks.
“I don’t trust him.” Rob shook his head. “If he lied to you to get out of hanging with us, who knows what else he’s lying about. Maybe he didn’t even get into a fight with his mom. He said he was planning on window shopping before we told him only girls did it.”
“So?” Dib asked.
“That’s when he said he got into a fight with his mom.” Brian added.
“So he was embarrassed.” Dib rolled his eyes. “It was only one screw up, guys. Don’t hold it over him. It probably won’t happen again.”
The looks on their faces told Dib that his friends didn’t believe him.

000

Zim sat down at the bar counter inside the place he had met Dib and company outside of, Luna Star, or something like that. There were mostly guys inside, but a few girls. If it was a gay club, then the girls had to be lesbians. It wasn’t like Zim had never heard the term lesbian, or known one, before, but it was a bit uncommon on Irk. A tap on his shoulder made him turn to see Keef standing behind him.
“Hey there, silly goose!” Keef greeted. “I thought you guys went to Dib’s house.”
“We did.” Zim responded. “Things got weird.”
“How so?” He sat next to Zim. “Tell old Keef-y about it.”
“I just…I said something I shouldn’t have and I had to lie my way out of it and when Dib came back from the bathroom, I had to lie my way out of the house.” Another lie. “Don’t worry about it. It was a stupid mistake.”
Keef pouted. “You know what you need?”
“What?”
“You need a virgin daiquiri, please!” Keef directed the drink name to the bartender, who passed one two him. “And make it two!” another drink sailed to him and he caught it before handing it to Zim. “Drink up.”
“I don’t have money.” Zim said quickly.
“Consider it a welcome to the hood gift, okay?” Keef laughed. “It’s on me.”
“Really? Thanks.” Zim said. “I’ll pay you back when I get money.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“No, I insist.”
Keef giggled. “So was I right?”
“Right?”
“About you being like us?” He made a gesture to the crowd, sweeping his arm out.
“You mean gay?”
Keef nodded.
“Well…I uh…”
“If you don’t answer, I’m going to take it as a ‘yes’.”
“That…wouldn’t be a total lie.”
Keef gasped. “I knew it.” He said. “Same thing with Dib. His date with Sara doesn’t fool me, no it doesn’t.” He shook his head. “Dib’s as straight as a damn circle.”
“Heh, heh. Yeah.” Zim nodded. “But look…it doesn’t seem to be that okay around here, so could you please not…?”
“My lips are sealed.” Keef promised. “On one condition.”
“Yeah?”
“Dance?” Keef asked.
“Our drinks.” Zim objected. He knew better than to leave them unattended.
“Oh yeah. After we finish?”
Zim smiled softly. “Sure. It’s been a while since I danced.”
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