Invader Zim: Oneshots and Scenarios

Invader Zim scenarios: reactions to Hair cuts.

[Okay so like Zim and the tallest are under the impression that human hair is actually, super small antennas and freak out when they walking on you getting it cut or trimming your hair.]

Zim:

Zim pulled himself away from his computer and he got up from his chair and stretched, his legs felt tingly and numb; protesting from having to stand up suddenly a few seconds of wiggling his legs fixed that, and the short Irken made his way to the elevator, he needed something to eat. When he got into the kitchen Zim saw Skoodge making a bowl of choco-poofs {Zim, Drena and Y/n did a little experimenting to see what earth foods were safe for Zim to eat.] the slightly taller Irken snatched the bowl before the stubbier Irken could even take a bite.

Skoodge frowned as he watched Zim eat and with a sigh made another bowl. "Say. *much* where's Dren?" Zim asked assuming his mate was out shopping or monitoring the Dib-stink's family, however what Skoodge told him made his blood run cold! "Hm, Oh she said she was getting her hair cut?" in a flash Zim had spat his cereal out covering Skoodge in in milk and bits, the stubby Irken moaned in disgust as Zim rushed out of the house.

Zim followed the tracker he placed in her bag and found the salon Drena was currently sitting in Zim's pulse quickened as he saw that butcher woman bring a pair of blades close to his Drena's head, needless to say both the blond and her stylist nearly crapped themselves as the door bust open and this green skin kid stepped in shrieking. "GET THOSE WRETCHED BLADES AWAY FROM ZIM'S LOVE WORM!?" Drena nearly choked on her saliva as Zim started threateningly advancing on the stunned stylist, the blond jumped up from the chair excused herself for a moment dragging Zim into a far corner.

"What are you doing?" she hissed as the still agitated alien who kept trying to glare over her shoulder. "stopping that butcher from mutilating you." Zim huffed as Drena looked at him incredulously. "Butcher me? You mean my hair cut?" the Irken shuddered in disgust. "How can you just let them cut off your antennas like that?!" the blond blinked. "Zim my hair isn't like your antennas." Now Zim was the one confused.

Drena tried to explain what hair was and what purpose it served. "It's like...Grass! Y'know grass?" the Irken nodded slowly. "And when grass gets to long, it's harder to keep under control so people cut it, but it always grows back." Zim seemed to understand as he shifted uncomfortably. "And doesn't hurt?" he pressed keep his eyes trained on Drena's face. "Nope!" She chirped.

The stylist coughed the blond looked over and saw pointing at her watch... right appointment. "You can watch if you want?" Zim reluctantly stayed and watched the Stylist get back to wok on Drena's hair his stomach churned as he watch the scissors snip away at he blond locks an hour later her waist length hair was now at her shoulder blades.

Drena looked pleased with the result while was still mulling over the fact she willingly had pieces of herself cut off for cosmetic reasons. "What do you think?" Drena asked fidgeting with a strand Zim cautiously reached up to run his hand through her neatly cut mane. "It's nice..." he mutter a pink hue donning his cheeks, Drena payed the stylist and the two went home where Skoodge fainted when he saw Drena's hair cut! He thought hair was a another word for nails and freaked.

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The Tallest:

Y/n stood nervously staring into the mirror a pair of scissors in one hand and her combed bangs in the other, while her audience consisting of her boyfriends younger siblings watched wide eyed from her bed. See this morning Y/n noticed her hair was getting a bit long/longer and decided she needed a trim. Well Red's sister Varda overheard her talking to herself and thought she misheard the liaison when she said "I need to cut my hair..." under her breath when the young Irken asked what Y/n meant?

The little Irken nearly had panic attack! which alerted Purple's brother Xarr who found Y/n trying to console the sobbing Irken child, who proceeded to tell the assassin what was up, needless to say you had a heck of a time explaining that your hair wasn't the same as their antennas, and that no one was forcing you, nor had you committed a crime against the Tallest! It was just for cosmetic reasons! like nail painting or wearing make-up.

Of course now the two younglings wanted to see you cut your hair, And that's how you ended up this situation! Xarr and Varda just sat on your bed gawking a to you...

Y/n carefully brought the scissors to her bangs as Varda and Xarr's antennas slowly stood up straighter in anticipation. When the door open and... "Y/n have you seen....WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Purple shrill voice broke the silence causing everyone to jump, Y/n gasped as the scissors were yanked from her hand by a frazzled Red, she looked over as saw Purple covering Varda and Xarr's eyes as the two protested. "What the krell were you about to do?!" Red demand causing Y/n to recoil from the harshness in his tone. "C-cutting my bangs?" the human squeaked as the two Irken rulers looked at her appalled.

While their siblings were talking over each other repeating what Y/n had told them earlier. "It's fine, it won't hurt!" both Purple and Red were at a loss... While Y/n gave them the same explanation she gave the kid, of course Red and Purple were a little more stubborn then their siblings, So Y/n resorted to showing them a photo of when she was a child with way longer/shorter hair then she has now both Tallest were speechless as they kept looking at the photo and back at you unsure. "And this doesn't hurt?" Purple inquired brow arched. "I promise it doesn't." Y/n affirmed as Red reluctant gave her back the scissors.

Y/n's audience grew to four as the Irken's nervously watched her comb out her hair and snipped away a few inches off her bangs trying not the look ill, 10 minutes/half hour Y/n was done and examining her handy work. "Okay everything looks good and even." Y/n turned to look at her observers. "Wha'cha think, good?" Xarr and Varda both complimented her, being young and eccentric, self-dismemberment was considered totally cool, so they had no problems with it.

Red and Purple on the other hand, just smiled sheepishly and nodded, Oh boy... This is something they'll have to get used to, not two days later you introduced them to hair chalk and dyeing when you walked passed them sporting teal and pink streaks in your hair.