Aberrant Worlds (Invader Zim x Reader)

Somebody's Watching Me

A couple of weeks have passed since Zim first showed up and nearly died during lunch. Zim seemed to gravitate towards you, seeing you as some type of ally for his big plan. Of course, this meant that Dib always poked his head into your business too. You've been caught between their arguments more times than you would have liked. Your job wasn't meant to be this complicated. You thought it was going to be an in-and-out type of mission. This was your first time on your own, so of course you hit a few bumps in the road.

During lunch, you were posted up outside. You closely watched the other students as they meandered along. Your eyes landed on a figure that was quickly approaching you: Dib.

"Y/n, take a look at this." He shoved a device the size of a graphing calculator in your face. 

"What is it that I am supposed to be looking at?" You asked, leaning a little to gain some personal space.

"This," he waved the device a little, "is what's going to help me catch and expose Zim. Isn't it fancy? I got it from Mysterious Mysteries' website a week ago and it finally came in the mail last night." He fanboyed excitedly and fiddled with the device.

You eyed it suspiciously. "How do you know it's going to work? Isn't that show based off of bogus Big Foot sightings and fake news?"

Dib gasped and hugged the device to his chest while glaring at you. He huffed and began to walk away. "I can't believe you just insulted the greatest show on Earth!"

You sighed to yourself as he walked away and continued eating your lunch. You watched closely as Dib played with the device, realizing that he never told you what it does. If it picked up on you...

"Y/n-human, I see you are quite the spy!" Zim yelled loudly behind you. "Zim has noticed your interest in the big-headed pig." He crossed his arms and looked down at you.

You shrug. "Yeah, I guess you can say that. There's just something about him that doesn't sit right with me." 

He nods his head. "The almighty Zim agrees." He plops down beside you with a mischievous smirk on his face. "Which is why, Zim has decided to allow you to aid him in finding out more about the Dib-stink."

You laugh, not believing he is serious. That's when you looked over at him and saw just how serious he was. "Oh, you're serious. Isn't he like your arch nemesis? If I help you how do I know you won't destroy him or something?"

Zim smiles at you. "You don't. But without me and my superior intelligence you'll never find out anything about him!"

"Oh, yeah? I'm pretty sure a nice Google search will give me the answers I'm looking for." You respond back knowingly.

Zim's smile falls. "What is this goggle you speak of?"

"It's Google. Geez Zim, either you live under a rock or you a definitely an alien." You remark as you sip on your drink.

"YOU LIE! YOU LIEEEEE!" He whirled his arms in random directions to prove his point.

You smirked to yourself, seeing an opportunity to trick him. "Really? Is that why your antenna is sticking out right now?"

Zim froze for a second before quickly adjusting his wig. When he was sure that his head was once again covered, he sighed in relief. "You tell no one of what you just experienced! NO ONE!"

You bust out laughing at the green boy's expense. Zim was truly gullible. When you finished your spout of laughter, you apologized. "Look, Zim, I'm willing to help you find out more information on Dib if you cool down on trying to destroy the planet. Humans are doing a good enough job at that already."

Zim blinked, not understanding what you meant. "Why would humans want to destroy where they live?"

Meanwhile, across the school campus, Dib finally figured out how to work the piece of technology in his hands. It was designed to pick on abnormal abilities and frequencies around him. Ideally, it should allow him to find any alien or meta human like creature within five miles of his position.

He pointed it towards Zim and quickly picked up an abnormal frequency. "I knew it!" He fist pumped the air and began walking to the alien. He stopped in his tracks when he picked up another signal from whatever or whoever was right next to Zim. "Y/n is an alien too?"

~~~~Timeskip brought to you by Gir's Taquitos~~~~

After skool, you and Zim stayed behind to use to the library's computers. While the slow system rebooted, Zim took the time to bash human technology and uplift his home planet's superiority. You had learned in the short amount of time that Zim was an Irken. He was more than excited to finally be able to brag to someone about the Irken Empire.

When the system finally finished, you wasted no time typing Dib's name into the search bar. Not much popped up at first, just a few new and old social media pages he runs and a some of his blog posts. 

Zim decided to be of help. "Try looking up the Dib-stink's paternal figure. Apparently, he is of some importance to this filthy planet."

Instead of making a remark about Zim's weird way of saying things, you typed in 'Professor Membrane' and clicked search. The page flooded with information regarding his scientific history and different experiments he performed. Eventually, you found an article about his family life. 

Supposedly, his wife had died when his children were too young to have any memory of her. There are claims that she died in a paranormal accident. "Do you think that's why Professor Membrane is so against Dib's obsession with paranormal activities?"

"That or it's because he's annoying." Zim said flatly. You shot him a look and continued to read through the page.

"There has to be more to the story. Dib being raised solely by his dad and his mother being absent makes it clear that he..." You cut yourself off before you could reveal your truth to Zim.

"That he what? Tell me. TELL MEEEE!" Zim demanded.

You shook your head and dismissed your comment. "It's getting late. I'll talk to you tomorrow, Zim."

Zim wasn't going to let you walk away that easily though. "Y/n-human is not going to walk home alone. Zim will accompany her/him/them on the walk."

"You really don't have t-"

"Nonsense! Zim will do whatever he likes." He grabs you by the arm and marches out of the room.