#PAGR Pepito Diablo/Gaz fanfiction romance

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Pepito Diablo (Squee!, JTHM comics) and Gaz Membrane (Invader Zim). These two are a match made in Hell!

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Credit goes to my buddy CelestialDarkness666. This is her brainchild which I proudly support :)

Dib's New Neighbors of Doom!

New Neighbors

(Dib is 17, Gaz is 16, and Pepito is 17)

Chapter 1

It was a dark and stormy night over a small city. Thunder boomed over the blackened sky, and lightning flashed relentlessly. The winds even made a strange howling noise as rain pounded on the window panes of a large house; Not just any house in the county.

A man wearing a white lab coat and goggles cackled in typical mad-scientist fashion."Success! Finally, after much trial and horrific error, my latest work is now complete!" Professor Membrane announced proudly as he held up a casserole (or what was supposed to be a casserole. For a scientist, he couldn't cook to save his life).

At the very moment of his announcement, a bolt of lightning had struck, causing a black out in the house. Everything went dark. Within seconds, a loud scream was heard."GREAT! JUST GREAT! THAT STUPID OUTAGE JUST WIPED OUT MY HIGH SCORE!" Gaz furiously screamed from her room. A thunderbolt struck right after her yelling, which seemed more than just a coincidence at this point.

Professor Membrane massaged his temples. "Son! Turn on the generator!"

The sound of his father's booming voice almost made him drop the pair of binoculars he held in his hands. His focus on the house next door was briefly disrupted. "Okay, Dad! In a minute!"

The Professor began growing anxious, not wanting to chance waiting to restore power. He knew how his daughter wouldn't be able to go too long without video games, and she was now seething over the loss of her current high score. There was no time to spare before she flipped out. "NOW, son! The world is depending on you!"

Dib concentrated, zooming in on the abandoned looking house directly across the street from his own. He raised his voice. "I said in a minute, Dad! There's unusual activity going on across the street!"

Professor Membrane let out a frustrated sigh."Son! Put the binoculars down! The last neighbors moved out because you accused them of drinking blood! That and you dropped that garlic bomb in their house!"

Dib rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as his father blamed him once again for making the neighbors leave. "They're called vampires, Dad! And they killed our last neighbors!" He attempted to clarify. Not that it did any sort of good. His father never believed him. "Huh. Looks like we're getting new neighbors." He mumbled to himself as he watched several moving trucks surround the house in the pouring rain. He saw a car pull up in the driveway. A middle aged woman wearing a flower dress got out, looking gleefully at her new abode."Oh good. At least she seems normal." The paranormal investigator muttered under his breath. He felt relieved...That is, until he noticed the rest of the family.The large headed boy nearly jumped out of his own skin, his body nervously shook as he witnessed the horrors that moved in next door. "OH MY GOD! DAD! GAZ! A FAMILY OF DEMONS JUST MOVED IN ACROSS THE STREET WHERE THAT FAMILY OF VAMPIRES USED TO LIVE!"

Gaz shook her head in disgust, clenching her game controller with inhuman strength. She had grown sick over his previous "paranormal" sightings. "SHUT IT, DIB!"

Professor Membrane put a gloved hand on his head. Another migraine was surely on its way. "My poor insane son." "Daughter, please turn on the generator! And tell your brother to get down here! I made another home made dinner! It's chicken casserole!" He announced, removing the slop from the proton oven.

"Fine." Gaz was already irritated. She stomped down the hallway, opening a panel in the wall and pulling a large lever, restoring power to the entire house. She walked over to her brother's room, promptly kicking the door in and breaking it down.

This startled Dib, causing him to drop his binoculars. "AAAHHH!"

She stood in the doorway, placing her hands on her hips and grimaced. "Dib, it's dinner time. Go eat your stinkin' food."

"Oh no. Don't tell me-"

She ominously lowered her voice. "Dad's making chicken casserole..."

Dib's eyes seemed to shrink, the horror of such an awful dish made him cringe. He was about to vomit. "AGAIN?! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Gaz merely scoffed, waving it off with her hand. "Whatever. I'm not eating that."

Dib stopped his brief moment of mid panic, looking at Gaz in confusion. "You're not gonna eat Dad's casserole?"

She looked at him as if he were crazy. "No. Are you?"

There was no way he was eating that for the third time this week. "Everyone might call me crazy but I'm not suicidal."

The spooky sister got out her cellphone and began dialing a number. "Trust me. I've got this taken care of. Give me two minutes..."

Dib quickly picked up the binoculars he dropped. He handed them over to his sister. "Wait, Gaz!"

Gaz merely squinted, not very interested."What?"

The fearful expression was plastered on his face once more. His voice sounded pleading. "The neighbors! Gaz, they're demons or something! Take a look! You gotta believe me!"

Noting his worried demeanor, Gaz decided to humor him. She stared out the window at the house. All she noticed was a few moving trucks, nothing out of the ordinary. No people. It was just quiet.

She shrugged her shoulders and began to head out."Whatever."

Dib remained insistent about his claim. He wished she could witness the monsters he saw. It wasn't just some baseless claim. "Wait! They're demons! Really! I was right about Zim! You can't deny that!"

By now, Gaz felt this was another taxing paranormal drill. A false alarm. It didn't help that her brother cried wolf too many times. "Yeah, you also said the garbage man was a Yeti. I'll believe it when I see it."

Dib, however, tried to maintain his credibility as a paranormal investigator. "But he really is a Yeti! Nobody is that hairy!"

Suddenly, the two of them heard a crashing sound, followed by crazed laughter and their Dad yelling at somebody...Dib and Gaz turned the corner and entered the kitchen...only to find Gir in his dog disguise, swallowing the god awful casserole and laughing happily.

GIR was squealing and giggling, digging into his new meal."CHICKEN! I'M GONNA EAT YOU!"

"Bad dog!" The Professor scolded. But it was too late. The horrible dish was gone. And now that it was, GIR ran out of the hole he blasted in the kitchen on his hind legs.

"Dad! That wasn't a dog! That was Zim's robot!" Dib tried to explain.

"Can we order pizza?" Gaz asked, changing the subject as she got out her cell.

"Sure honey. That was the third time that green dog stole food from us. Hungry little fellow! Ho ho!" The Professor laughed, shrugging it off.

That fast, Gaz had called up Bloaty's pizza and placed an order. She loved their pizza so much she had them on speed dial...Well, that and Gir's number if she found her Dad made anything horrible to eat.

Dib just smacked his head. Well, on the bright side, at least he didn't have to eat that casserole. The downside; his neighbors were obviously demons.

Gaz, Dib and Professor Membrane sat at the kitchen table, waiting for their pizza to arrive. The storm seemed to die down after a while. After a long and grueling wait, the doorbell finally rang.

"Daughter, can you get the door please?" Professor Membrane asked Gaz.

The goth girl's stomach growled something terrible. She was beyond hungry at this point. "Fine. He's gonna pay for being this late!" Gaz grumbled, starting to walk away and getting ready to inflict punishment on the delivery guy.

"That's wonderful, honey!" Professor Membrane happily told her, clapping his hands in support of her.

"Uh, Dad? Didn't you hear what she just said?" Dib asked, confused as to why dooming the pizza person would be considered "wonderful".

"No. Not really. Some of that hot casserole got electrocuted and splattered in my ear." He replied, rubbing his sore left ear.

Dib was about to respond when...

DING DONG!

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming!" Gaz shouted, as she stomped her way over to the door. She flung the door open in a crazed, angry manner...Except it wasn't the pizza guy...

"Hola." He greeted the girl in a deep voice.

For a moment, the two of them stared at one another, surprised with what they saw.

To Gaz, she witnessed a guy about her age, maybe a little older, a little taller than herself. He was dressed in all black; black long sleeved shirt, black jeans, and black boots. He had a black messy mohawk that lay flat to his head, and pointy ears!He had ash grey skin, a complexion that made him look like death. Two different colored eyes stared at her, one crimson eye, one copper colored eye. Most notably, he had two decent sized horns on his head.

To the guy, he was surprised to see an angry goth girl about his own age. She had deep purple hair that was styled like snake jaws. She had dark, thick eyelashes and a pallor skin. She was wearing a scary scowl and squinting her eyes...that is, until she opened them to get a better look at him, revealing a nice amber color. She's pretty...He thought to himself.

"Hi?" Gaz finally responded, confused as to why he was there.

"Oh, eh, I am new to this neighborhood. I just stopped by because I noticed that the storm must have dropped one of your cameras in my yard." He replied, holding out one of Dib's paranormal cameras.

Gaz held her hand out to take it.

"Uh, thanks...but it was just my brother's dumb camera anyways." She explained.

"My name is Pepito. I just moved across the street with mi familia...what might your name be?" He asked, feeling a little more confident that she wasn't at all afraid of him. He couldn't help but to smile at her, revealing he also had pointed teeth. Not that she minded in the slightest...

"Gaz. Gaz Membrane." She told him, smiling slightly.

"It's nice to meet you." He told her as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"You too." She quietly said as she raised an eyebrow and stared at him.

"GAZ! THAT'S ONE OF THE DEMONS I'VE BEEN TELLING YOU ABOUT!" Dib shouted in a panic, suddenly appearing right behind her as he looked at the scary kid.

"Quiet, Dib." Gaz ordered, getting annoyed with him already.

"Actually, I am not a demon. You see, I'm the Antichrist." Pepito explained proudly, forming a fireball in his hand to prove it.

"So you ADMIT it?!" Dib asked, not being able to process that he wouldn't even attempt to lie or hide his identity.

"Sí. The horns kind of give it away..." He said, shrugging his shoulders.

"OH NO! THIS IS EVEN WORSE THAN I THOUGHT! GET AWAY FROM HIM GAZ! HE'S HERE TO BRING THE END OF THE WORLD!" Dib screamed, pulling his younger sister away from him. "I have to get evidence!" He yelled, taking the camera from his sister's hand and snapping a picture of Pepito...who didn't even care.

Suddenly, Professor Membrane entered the room. "Son! You'd better not be-"

"DAD! HELP! OUR NEW NEIGHBOR IS THE ANTICHRIST!" Dib screamed in a panic, pointing to Pepito...who just shrugged once more.

The Professor stared at the boy's unusual appearance for a moment, completely oblivious to the fact that he had horns and demon eyes. Numerous neighbors had come and gone (thanks to Dib), and he wanted to remain friendly with the new neighbors this time. "Dib!" The Professor scolded. He then turned to face the boy. "Sorry. My son is temporarily insane."

"I AM NOT!" Dib argued, throwing his hands in the air.

"It's not a problem." Pepito said, smiling.

"DAD! HE HAS POINTY TEETH, AND DEMON EYES AND HORNS!" The paranormal investigator frantically screamed, pointing out the obvious to his scientist father.

"QUIET SON! You're being very rude to our new neighbor!" Membrane said, scolding Dib. He then turned his attention to the demonic kid. " I'm sorry. I didn't even catch your name-"

"My name is Pepito Diablo." The Antichrist explained.

"It's nice to meet you, Pepito. I'm Professor Membrane, and I see you've already met my daughter..." The Professor said, gesturing to Gaz.

"Sí." He said, not taking his eyes off of her as he continued to smile at her.

Gaz caught herself blushing, a rare pinkish color appearing on her normally pale face.Dib noticed his sister blushing, also catching on to the little shy glances between the two. OH NO! This is SO NOT happening! He thought to himself. It appeared his little sister had her first crush...on the boy next door...who just so happened to be the Antichrist!

"Pepito, would you like to come in? We were just waiting for our pizza to arrive. You're welcome to stay and have dinner with us." Professor Membrane politely offered...which practically gave Dib a heart attack.

"Uh, thank you, but I actually have to head back home. My mother is preparing dinner, and I have to finish the final level of my game." Pepito told him.

"You're a gamer?" Gaz asked, as her eyes lit up with actual interest for a change.

"Sí. I love video games. I take it you do as well?" He responded, growing more interested in her by the minute as he sensed her soul.

"Hell yeah. Video games are my life." The purple haired girl answered, smiling at him.

"Come, son, let's go back into the kitchen." Professor Membrane said, trying to make Dib come with him.

"But I don't wanna!" Dib pouted like a child, dragging his feet and watching Gaz like a hawk.

"Son! Can't you see your sister's actually being social to someone?" The Professor pulled Dib aside and whispered to him.

"Yeah, to SATAN'S SON!" Dib yelled, trying to make a point.

"I admit, he might have an unusual... style, but it's not my job to get involved with the boy's fashion matters. He's the first person that lasted longer than a minute talking to her!" Membrane explained. "See? She hasn't even torn one of his limbs off yet! This shows promise!" He said, motioning to Gaz and Pepito, who appeared to be getting along. At least his limbs were intact... The Professor was becoming filled with hope for his antisocial daughter.

"But he's evil! EVIL!" Dib shouted, trying to turn around and go after the boy.Professor Membrane stopped him, and dragged him into the kitchen, away from the demonic kid.

Within a few minutes, Gaz came into the kitchen, carrying a large pizza and smiling!

Dib panicked. "GAZ! ARE YOU OKAY?" He asked his sister."I'm fine." She told him, sounding a little less pissed off than usual.

"So, honey, the new neighbor seems nice." Professor Membrane began, attempting to start a conversation with his daughter about the boy.

"Yeah. He is actually. He's coming over tomorrow to play some video games with me." Gaz informed her Dad as she took a slice of pizza out of the box and put it on a paper plate.

"Oh, that's wonderful, daughter! I'm glad to see you're making friends!" The Professor happily told her.

"Wait. The Antichrist is coming over to play video games?! Tomorrow!" Dib screamed, nearly choking on his Poop Cola.

"His name is Pepito. And yeah." Gaz angrily said as she stuffed her face with pizza.

"But Dad! Tomorrow's Saturday! You're gonna be at work ALL day! You're just going to leave them home alone all by themselves?!" Dib asked in surprise.

"Ho ho! Of course not! That's where you come in, son!" The Professor said, patting Dib on the back.

"WHAT?!" Dib and Gaz simultaneously yelled."Honey, Dib's going to have to supervise your date." The Professor told the two of them.

"NO WAY! A Mysterious Mysteries marathon is on tomorrow! That and I have to stop Zim from trying to destroy us all!" The paranormal investigator shouted.

"IT'S NOT A DATE!" Gaz shouted defensively. "We're just gonna hang out and play some video games! And I'm 16, I don't need a stupid babysitter!"

"Honey, the babysitter's for Pepito, not you." Professor Membrane told her.

"I'm not a babysitter!" Dib argued. "If anything, I'll be the paranormal investigator who investigates his evil demon schemes and stuff!"

"Speaking of evil schemes, try not to doom anyone while I'm gone, daughter." The Professor reminded Gaz.

"Whatever." She replied.

"Don't I have a say in any of this?!" Dib shouted.

"It's settled kids. Dib, you're just going to have to supervise them. I'll give you $50. And Gaz, I'll give you $50 so you can buy that new game you wanted." The Professor told them, getting out his wallet and handing money out to the two of them.

Dib and Gaz exchanged an annoyed glance, and accepted the fast cash."Great. You better not bug us, Dib." Gaz growled, giving him a warning in advance."Just as long as he doesn't try to end the world or start making out with you or something." Dib muttered in disgust.

"IT'S NOT A DATE!" Gaz yelled in an uproar, now blushing. "This is just two people competing with one another. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Ah, my little girl's growing up!" Membrane responded as he patted her on the head.

The two of them weren't at all happy with this ultimatum, however, Gaz didn't bother to complain anymore. She really wanted that new game, and she actually wanted to hang out with her new neighbor.

Dib also had plans of his own...he was supposed to stop Zim from destroying the world tomorrow, just like he did practically everyday. The alien had something sinister planned and he knew it. That and Dib knew he needed to send that photo of the Antichrist to the Swollen Eyeball for paranormal evidence. Oh, boy was he gonna be famous from that photo!

One thing was for certain in their future without having to shake a magic 8 ball...tomorrow was going to be chaotic!

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An artist made this awesome fan art of Pepito and Gaz several years back. He sent me this to post here. Credit for this cute picture goes to Jesse! Thank you!

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Love this, very cute!

Pepito x Gaz

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💙My pal Wraith created this wiki page about Pepito and Gaz's relationship💙

https://izshippingfanon.fandom.com/wiki/PAGR

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👻🎃Happy Halloween everyone!🎃👻

CelestialDarkness666 has updated chapter 7 of both her Invader Zim fics, Dib's New Neighbors of Doom! (Shipping Pepito/Gaz) and Lost and Found (Shipping Zim/Gaz). They are both on Archive of Our Own (AO3)

So anyone into spooky IZ romance can go check out the new chapters!

Chapter 7 of Dib's New Neighbors of Doom is titled Unholy Terror.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34272169/chapters/86765122

Chapter 7 of Lost and Found is titled Sick.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34271989/chapters/86764732

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All credit for this fic goes to my awesome friend CelestialDarkness666 on AO3 and Fanfiction.net 💙

Chapter 4: Nightmares

Pepito Diablo had just arrived home from the eventful day he had at Gaz's house. He burst through the door of his home, looking as happy as can be, and what's more was that he couldn't stop smiling. Or levitating for that matter.

His father was sitting at the kitchen table reading the obituaries and having a good chuckle, while his mother brought a pot of mashed potatoes over and started scooping it onto their plates.

"Hello, dear." His mother greeted, smiling at him...until she saw him levitating. "What did I say about floating in the house, young man?" She scolded, pointing at him with a spoon.

"Oh. Right." The Antichrist said in realization as he stopped floating.

Señor Diablo turned the page of the local newspaper, glancing at his son. He was changed out of his human disguise, and his true form was revealed; a tall slender, bony figure with a ghoulish, pale skull head. He had dark hollowed eyes, his pupils looked like illuminated red flames. Large curved horns crowned his head, and his elongated body was draped in a black cloak, which nearly camouflaged the several black tendrils emerging from his figure. He was indeed a terrifying sight to behold. "Hello, son."

Pepito walked over towards the dinner table, shuffling his feet along the way. "Hello, Father."

Satan took a sip of coffee from his favorite mug. "Son, I have three suitcases prepared over there. Will you take them down to the basement for me?"

Pepito nodded in compliance. His father always made him help with such tasks ever since he was a small child. He disliked it, but after years of being held responsible for such chores, this was now a routine ritual for him.

He turned his head, noting the rattling suitcases laying over in the corner of the porch. He gathered them up, dragging them towards the basement door. At least he was in a good mood today. He started humming to himself. The sound of his deep voice masked the screams coming from the souls trapped within the luggage.

The Antichrist unlocked the door. A wave of intense heat hit his face as he opened it. He proceeded to quickly throw them all in, not leaving until he heard the cases hit the bottom with a sick thud. Once he heard the cases hit rock bottom, he closed the door back up, locking it. He walked back out to the brightly colored kitchen, taking his usual seat at the dinner table.

Señor Diablo turned the page of the newspaper, glancing at his son, who still seemed rather happy. "I take it your day went well, my boy?"

"It was great! I had so much fun over there! Her house is completely LOCO! We played some violent video games for a while, an alien showed up to destroy her brother, and we ended up playing some video games with him. His name is Zim." Pepito eagerly explained, taking a bite of his food.

Señor Diablo's fiery eyes popped open, his body froze for a brief moment at the mention of the extraterrestrial. He worked with everyone, especially souls that were destined for Hell. The rumors he had heard of the war mongering, destructive, crazed alien were certainly nothing short of surprising. "Zim? That lunatic alien was at her house?"

"Sí. He wants to take over the Earth or something." Pepito responded as if it were completely normal, shrugging his shoulders. "He's pretty fun."

Señor Diablo scowled. He felt a twinge of concern in his stomach at the mention of the Invader. Sure, he knew son was powerful and intelligent, but Zim usually had luck on his side, and at times was quite a force to be reckoned with. "Be careful around Zim, son. He's a destructive goon."

Pepito himself was well aware of the alien's chaotic nature. He read the alien's soul. "Eh, I know, father."

"So what else happened?" Señor Diablo inquired.

"Well, Zim trapped Gaz's brother in a test tube, but she just tripped him so he would smash the tank! There was also a small robot there with a rubber pig on a jet pack. He belongs to the alien. He's disguised as a horrible looking green dog that talks. He burned down some waffle restaurants in town today, I guess...Gaz's brother screams so much...he's even louder than the souls of the damned! At one point some mutated demon squids came through the door to attack Zim and Dib, so Gaz and I destroyed them. She tore one apart with her bare hands! The entire living room was covered in black squid blood! It was everywhere. Then Gaz made Dib clean it all up. Oh, and after that a dangerous flesh eating mold escaped from their refrigerator and tried to eat her brother and father. But I burned it." The Antichrist happily explained as he chewed his food.

Now if this was any other family, they would consider him to be insane for telling such a story...but the sad part was, it was all true.

"That's nice dear. You must really like this girl..." His mother nonchalantly replied to him as she sat down, trying to ignore all the parts with insanity, aliens, robots, blood and guts.

"Sí. I've never met anyone like her. The way she rips limbs off...She's so dark and terrifying..." He sighed deeply, longingly for her. "I really like her." He admitted as he just played with the food on his plate, thinking about the day he had with the dark girl.

His mother and father just exchanged a surprised look with each other. Needless to say, it wasn't easy for Pepito to make friends or hang out with anyone. He actually looked happy for once...which was nice. And this was especially the first time he seemed to be fond of anyone.

Mrs. Diablo took another bite of potatoes. "So are you two getting together again?"

"Sí. Tomorrow, actually. We're playing some more video games together." The Antichrist quickly answered, grinning. "She's great."

Mrs. Diablo smiled, happy that her son was sharing important details of his life with her, and she didn't even have to pry it out of him. "Oh this is wonderful! What else about her?" His mom curiously asked.

"Well, she can really eat so much food for such a thin girl. I love her purple hair. It's bouncy. She's an amazing gamer. She's smart. Her dark aura is nice. I love the way she squints her eyes at just about everything." Pepito happily replied.

Señor Diablo, however, was unimpressed with the girl. "Does she need glasses, son?"

"No. She just usually looks… well, ANGRY most of the time. But I like that about her." He explained, grinning pointed ear to ear.

"What's this girl's last name?" Señor Diablo casually inquired, as he turned to the next page of his paper.

Pepito hesitated before shrugging his shoulders. "...Eh...I forget."

Señor Diablo looked up from his newspaper, directing a suspicious glare at him. "Son...I KNOW you know her last name. You seem to know everything else about this girl...tell me her last name." Satan demanded, a stern look now appearing on his grimacing face as he put down his funny comic section. He knew full well his son was keeping something from him.

"...Membrane." The Antichrist quietly mumbled under his breath as he looked down at his mashed potatoes...prompting his father to spit out his food all over the dinner table in utter shock.

"Too much pepper?" Satan's wife asked him.

"No...Her father..." He started to angrily shake. "Is he-"

Pepito's hands nervously fumbled, causing him to drop his fork. "Professor Membrane?...Sí..."

His father, now fuming, slammed his hands off of the table. His aura radiated a disturbing crimson glow. "SON! You have DECEIVED me! You know how much I DESPISE that man!" Señor Diablo angrily shouted. "Then you go over to his house?! And associate with his daughter! Are you completely loco?!"

His father's furious reaction only seemed to add fuel to the fire. The Antichrist became frustrated, narrowing his unholy eyes at him and raising his voice. "BUT FATHER! THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I'VE FELT THIS WAY ABOUT ANYBODY IN THIS INFERNAL, EH, INFERNO!"

Satan pointed an elongated finger at his kid. "Son! You could find literally ANY other girl on this planet! But you go and choose my mortal enemy's daughter?! A Membrane spawn?!" Señor Diablo raged on, feeling kind of betrayed.

Pepito's fingers tensed around the dinner table, beginning to claw into it. This was the first time he found someone who wasn't afraid of him, and they had a lot in common. That was a rare combination for the Antichrist. "FATHER, I LIKE HER! I'VE FINALLY FOUND SOMEONE TO PLAY VIDEO GAMES WITH AND-"

"SON! LET IT GO! I want nothing to do with that INSANE man or his insane family!" Satan argued back. He then turned his head to face the window, and noticed a girl about Pepito's age riding a bicycle past their house. She had her brown hair up in messy pigtails, a huge overbite, and braces. "How about that girl? She seems...nice." Satan calmly recommended as he pointed to Gretchen.

Pepito looked out the window at the girl in disbelief, as he watched her continuously crash her bicycle. She sat on the ground, as she giggled to herself, picking up some heart shaped meat slabs she had in her bicycle's basket. She also picked up a half eaten jelly donut off of the ground, dusted it off and ate it. "Five second rule never hurts anybody." She said to herself, coughing up a nail not even ten seconds later. She sneezed, and began wiping snot off of nose with her hand. She got back on her bicycle and started to pedal away.

The Antichrist cringed as he watched her finally leave. That was scary...even for him. "SERIOUSLY?! HER?! You must be joking!" Pepito angrily yelled at his Dad.

"I'm sure you can find somebody who is NOT my enemy's daughter..." Señor Diablo confidently assured his son.

"JUAN! Our son is happy with that man's daughter!" Satan's wife scolded her husband.

"HONEY! If he continues to go to her house, I'll have to talk to him sooner or later! We couldn't have picked a worse place to move to!" Señor Diablo complained, rubbing his skull in frustration.

"FATHER! Gaz mentioned to me that she hardly ever gets to see her Dad! He's always busy!" His son informed him, slamming his fist off the table. "And I like it here!"

"PEPITO, SON, I'M BOUND TO RUN INTO THAT HORRIBLE MAN AGAIN! I'VE NO PATIENCE LEFT FOR HIM!" Satan explained, as his aura lit up with fire.

Mrs. Diablo put a hand on her husband's shoulder reassuringly. "Juan, I don't even think he knows that you hate him. You won't have to deal with him. Let the kids hang out with each other. If the father ever comes over, I'll talk to him so you won't have to, dear." She explained, trying to calm her husband down.

Señor Diablo groaned in disappointment. "If he so much as looks at me the wrong way or cracks another insolent joke-"

"He won't. I'll talk to him so you don't have to, dear. You can just sit in your chair, read your funnies, and relax." She answered in a happier tone.

Satan was still rather displeased. "While obituaries do make me laugh, I HATE that man."

Pepito scowled as some flames shot up around him. "Father, I really like this girl...I DEMAND to see her again!"

"Fine! Son, you can go over there tomorrow to see your little friend...but if that nutty Professor decides to bother me-"

"He won't, dear." Satan's wife assured him.

The rest of their meal was awkwardly silent. The Antichrist knew that his father wasn't going like the fact that the girl next door happened to be Professor Membrane's daughter. And he especially knew his father really wasn't going to like the fact that he admired this girl. That he wanted her as a friend, and hopefully, if she felt similarly, as something more...that's when he realized something else...her emotions...he knew he couldn't quite read her properly. He didn't receive the detailed information he should have about her, just a very vague reading. Which was highly unusual, because he could read anybody. This little factor also led him to another issue...he couldn't quite confirm how she felt about him...if she saw him as a video game competitor, just a neighbor, a friend, or even a crush. It was all so confusing. Especially considering the fact that she really didn't seem to like to show emotions other than anger... Pepito spent the rest of his night unpacking his belongings from moving boxes. All he could think about was hanging out with the scary, purple haired girl next door. After he was done unpacking, he climbed into his bed and fell asleep...

Meanwhile, Dib tossed and turned in his bed, babbling incoherently as he slept.

He was having a dream...a good one, actually. About the distant future.

He was standing in front of a crowd, talking to none other than the President Man. A huge TV screen hovered in front of a large crowd of people. It read: "Dib Membrane: Earth's Greatest Hero!"

"And the award for the most underappreciated hero this world has ever seen...GOES TO MR. DIB MEMBRANE!" President Man proudly exclaimed, flapping his arms like a penguin in some form of praise, and handing Dib a giant medal.

"Thank you, Sir! So glad to finally be recognized as a true hero...and someone who's not crazy! It's an honor!" Dib proudly said to the crowd.

"That's my son!" Professor Membrane proudly shouted from the crowd.

His now chubby sister sat in the chair next to their Dad...and oddly enough, she was wearing a black and purple bathrobe, along with five big pink hair curlers in her hair, and FLIP FLOPS?! Even weirder than hair curlers and flip flops, she was actually clapping for his success?!

Dib ignored the unusual, sloppy attire, and greeted her. He was just glad she arrived to support him at all.

The paranormal investigator eagerly ran to her, greeting her. "Gaz! You came!"

The scary sister, looking exhausted, yawned. "Yeah. Had to kick and punch my way through this stupid crowd. Pepito went to get some more food."

Dib's glorious smile quickly plummeted into a deep frown upon hearing the last part of her sentence. "Wait. What? HIM?! You seriously brought him here?!"

Gaz just looked at him like he was insane. "Well, why wouldn't I? He's part of the family too."

Which made Earth's only hero stammer and sputter in horror. "...F-F-F-family?!" Dib stuttered, although another F-word came to mind.

"Yeah. I guess your brother-in-law is family, Dib." She informed him.

"You...YOU MARRIED HIM?!" He screamed as loud as he could...which made the glass of the hovering TV screen with his name on bust to pieces.

"Earth to Dib? Where were you?! He's only been my husband for YEARS!" Gaz angrily responded, taking out a piece of fried chicken from her bathrobe pocket and gnawing on it.

Dib cringed, looking disgusted.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Dib screamed helplessly to the sky... "And did you seriously just eat LINTY-CHICKEN from your coat pocket?! What's wrong with you?!"

"I'm HUNGRY, Dib! I didn't have ANY time to eat anything on the way over here." She complained as she grabbed some mustard packets from her other pocket and ripped them open with her teeth. She then dumped the mustard into her other pocket, and began dipping her chicken in there.

Dib cringed when he watched the display of horror. "Ew! You just dumped expired mustard into your disgusting bathrobe pocket and are using it to dip your chicken into it?!"

"It's my mustard-pouch, Dib." She defensively replied as if everyone had one. "And I'm too busy for plates and utensils!"

Within a minute, she devoured it. And then wiped her greasy, chicken-hands on her brother's clean shirt!

Dib was mortified...this wasn't the clean, badass scary sister he grew up with! This...was something else! This was some messy, sloppy housewife!

"Gaz!" Professor Membrane excitedly greeted his daughter. "How's the married life treating you?"

"My husband's busy tormenting souls for a living, and I live in a trailer park in literal Hell. What do you think?" She bitterly retorted.

"That's my funny daughter!" Membrane burst into a fit of laughter, slapping his knee, assuming it was a joke.

"Trailer park?! OH NO!" Dib shouted, feeling worried. Then he stopped for a moment, looking confused. "Wait. Hell has trailer parks?"

"Yeah. It's the cheapest place to live. Everything's expensive there." She explained, stressfully pinching the bridge of her nose.

"So how are my grandchildren doing?!" Membrane eagerly asked Gaz.

Dib clutched his chest in a panic. He was going to need an ambulance soon. "GRANDCHILDREN?!"

"Yep! I'm so proud of them!" Membrane happily applauded.

"THEM?! There's more than ONE?!" Dib stammered in shock. He really couldn't think too clearly now.

"Well of course son! Can't forget about all TWELVE of them, now can we?!" Membrane happily reminded him.

"12?! AS IN A DOZEN KIDS?!" The large headed guy hyperventilated.

"Well, technically a BAKER'S DOZEN since your sister's expecting another bundle of joy again! You know what they say about the 13th child!" Professor Membrane said.

"NO! THE JERSEY DEVIL?!" He asked in absolute horror, recounting the old legend he's heard of on Mysterious Mysteries.

"What? No. Ah, well. I'm off to get some nachos! And find my son-in-law." Membrane answered as he walked away, ignoring the look of sheer horror on his son's face.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Dib screamed in terror once again, wanting to rip his hair out of his head. Well, that stopped when something tiny hit him in the head. "What the-" Dib picked up the mysterious object, squinting his eyes at it. "A button?" He mumbled to himself in confusion.

"Gimme that! That's mine! Oof!" Gaz groaned, doubled over in pain...as another button popped off of her pajama pants. "Oh great! Now the baby's coming!" She yelled. "Where's my stupid, loving husband?!" She impatiently asked.

Dib couldn't have been more horrified... "THE BABY?! Yeah, where IS Pepito?! This seems like something HE should be here for...AND NOT ME!" He anxiously yelled, about to run away on his pregnant sister...except Gaz grabbed him by the wrist, squeezing him. "Oh no you don't. My husband's not here yet, Dad took off to get nachos, and YOU'RE HELPING ME DELIVER THIS BABY!" She demanded, now extra moody from the pain she was beginning to endure. "AAAAAAAHHHH!" She screamed in pain.

"Maybe it's not coming yet...?" Dib sheepishly suggested. His forehead began to sweat.

"IT'S EITHER THE BABY OR THE WORST CASE OF INDIGESTION I'VE EVER HAD!" She desperately screamed in his face.

Dib could only cringe, trying to gather words...he wasn't prepared to deliver his scary sister's Hell spawn baby!

And if things weren't bad enough for poor Dib...

"MWAHAHAHA!" A familiar evil cackle was heard from the distance. "I've waited for your one moment of true success, Dib...SO I CAN FINALLY TAKE OVER FILTHY EARTH!" Zim cackled from his Voot Cruiser, as he had a weird alien missile pointed towards the Earth...and more specifically, at President Man.

"ZIM?! WHAT?! How!?" Dib angrily sputtered. He thought he had bad days before, and he wasn't wrong...but this one was downright HORRIBLE!

"I have an ARMY!... Pepito and his twelve kids. Your nieces and nephews really have such destructive tendencies, ya know?" Zim calmly explained as he pointed to the Antichrist, who was busy lighting the stage on fire...and twelve angry screaming, horned kids that were terrorizing various humans who desperately tried to evade them, almost like it was a playground. "Welcome to the future, Dib-stink!" Zim announced as he pushed a button...which made Flamin' Hot Cheezos rain from the sky on the doomed heads of the citizens.

The echo of evil laughter and ghoulish sights surrounded Dib, who frantically screamed at the top of his lungs, breathing in burning Flamin' Hot Cheezos dust.

"CURSE YOU DIB MEMBRANE! YOU'RE NO HERO! GIMME BACK MY MEDAL! IT'S TOO SHINY FOR YOUR LARGE HEAD!" President man screamed in disappointment. He frantically flapped his arms, causing the coat hanger that was stuck behind his suit's shoulder blades to become dislodged...and hit Zim's missile, causing more explosions.

"AAAAHHHHH! NOOOOOOOOOOOO! OH NOOOOOOOO! HEEEEEELP! WHYYYYYYYYYY?!" Dib screamed helplessly, watching the apocalyptic chaos ensue, falling to his knees.

"HAIR CURLERS! HUSBAND! FLIP FLOPS! LINTY CHICKEN! DEMON-KIDS! ZIM!" He loudly yelled in the safety of his quiet, calm room, jarring himself awake from the nightmare that plagued his mind. The familiar sound of a roaring motorcycle managed to jolt him awake, thankfully. That and the metal music blasting from the speakers in the garage.

"HOLY CRAP! WHAT A HORRIBLE DREAM!" Dib sat up in his bed, gasping and taking several deep breaths. The sound of his sister's bike had ceased. He looked at his alarm clock. It was only 11:00 A.M. Why was she awake so early? He tried to calm himself down from the horrible nightmare. Well, that is, until Gaz kicked his door in.

"HEY! What's going on in here?!" The scary sister demanded to know, as she held up a baseball bat and looked around the room for an intruder.

"Gaz!" Dib happily said, realizing his sister was still normal...or normal by her standards, anyways. "You're still normal!"

The scary sister just scoffed, lowering her bat. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Dib breathed a deep sigh of relief. "Just...don't ever change. Or wear hair curlers! Or get married! Or eat linty chicken from an old, dirty bathrobe pocket!"

"Okaaay...What's gotten into you?!" Gaz asked in slight surprise, opening one amber eye.

"Only the WORST nightmare I ever had! And why did you bring a bat?" He rubbed his eyes and put on his glasses. He noticed that Gaz was already dressed.

"The way you were screaming, I thought some idiot broke into the house. I was about to have him meet a REAL nightmare world from which there's no escape." She darkly explained, about ready to attack a potential burglar in Dib's room.

"Oh...that's nice of you, actually." Dib quietly told her.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Meh."

The paranormal investigator stared at her, his nose seemed to crinkle, indicating he was confused. "What are you doing with that damned motorcycle already? It isn't even noon time."

She proudly held up a socket wrench she brought with her. "Woke up a bit earlier. Bike needed work."

Dib shook his head. Yes, he was well aware that his sister was a good mechanic, but he couldn't stand the thought of her barreling down a highway at breakneck speed on a two wheel death machine. "Gaz, I don't know what you want with that thing. It's dangerous. You should sell it and get a car instead."

The scary sister scoffed. She was in a half decent mood today, so she didn't bother to get into another argument about it. "Life's dangerous. And I always wear a helmet."

The large headed brother folded his arms, kicking into big brother mode. "I STILL can't believe Dad let you buy that."

The dark girl smirked as she twirled the bat in her hands. "Well, Dad said if I save up my own money I could have one. So I saved…Gotta love Dad."

The elder brother uncrossed his arms, raising a single brow. "You're in a good mood today...which one of your enemies died?"

"No one...yet. I guess I'm just ready to play some more video games." She explained away, the corners of her mouth folding upwards into a slight smile.

"Oh no. You don't mean-"

"Yes, Dib. For some bizarre reason that escapes all logic and comprehension, Pepito actually WANTS to come back to this insane asylum." She explained in her usual dry sense of humor. "Which means that you better stay far away from us while he's over here. No screaming around, no trying to expose him to your paranormal junk society of freaks, no stupid robots, and no Zim. Got it?" She commanded, focusing her intense glare at him.

Dib frowned, rubbing his temples. "You already unlocked all of the levels on your dumb games. Pepito doesn't even have to come over here anymore!"

"I don't care. He's coming over because I WANT him to come over." She snapped, heading downstairs.

The elder brother began to follow her. "I just don't know what you're thinking. I mean, I don't understand why you want a friend all of a sudden. You're Gaz. You HATE talking to people, remember?"

The dark girl sighed. "It's not like I was looking for a friend, Dib. He just showed up on our doorstep, bringing back YOUR stupid camera of all things. Guess I have YOU to thank for that, otherwise we probably would have NEVER talked to each other." She arrogantly goaded, getting under his skin.

Dib took the bait, and he managed to use it against her. "OH NO. Don't hold me responsible for you meeting your demonic BOYFRIEND!"

At the mention of the B word, the cocky look on her face disappeared, and was replaced with a rosy blush. The same flustered feeling had snuck up on her, surprising her. She defensively snapped. "He's NOT my boyfriend!" She corrected him through gritted teeth.

Dib just snickered, his distinct nasal laugh becoming more apparent. He had to admit, while the Antichrist situation itself was worrisome, seeing his sister worked up was kinda funny. "Well, I sure hope not." He retorted.

"Look. He's a decent gamer. He's actually aware of things. That's more that can be said for most of the idiotic people on the planet. It's actually NICE to be able to have an intelligent conversation with someone from outside of this house." The dark girl huffed as she threw some bags of chips on the table, preparing for Pepito's arrival.

Dib's smile faded to a frown. He knew of course that his sister could always talk to him about nearly anything. They didn't have friends, they were both considered freaks on the fringes of an already frayed society. But at least they had each other. He knew his sister better than anyone else, even better than their own Dad. Gaz never desired or sought out anyone. She was a recluse that deliberately shut other people out of her life. To witness her displaying sudden interest in another person was unusual. Then again, Pepito wasn't exactly a typical person. All jokes aside, he wanted to deter Gaz away from the company of such a dangerous nightmare creature. "Okay, then what's with all the compliments? You never once said to anyone else that they were 'a good gamer' or that they're smart. You never compliment anybody!"

The goth girl shrugged her shoulders. "He's...different from everybody else."

"YES! Because he's the ANTICHRIST!" Dib emphasized, throwing his hands in the air. "You even went as far as to let him hug you! I thought for sure at least one of his limbs would be coming off at that point!"

Gaz just groaned, already getting annoyed by her brother's paranoid lectures.

Her brother pointed a finger at her accusingly. "But NO! You even hugged him back! You NEVER hug anyone."

"Ugh! Just be QUIET ALREADY!" The scary sister shouted, getting fed up with Dib analyzing every little aspect of yesterday.

"No! There's something...suspicious going on here..." He pointed out, narrowing his eyes.

"Why? Because he hugged me?" Gaz sneered.

The paranormal investigator scratched the side of his face. "No. Well, maybe. I don't know, but don't you think it was weird that he was being friendly towards Zim? He even helped him out from that mutated squid that was attacking him!"

"He helped us all out, Dib. You still have flesh because he destroyed Dad's little mold experiment." She darkly reminded him.

"Hmmm. Not buying it. Maybe Pepito and Zim are working together. Maybe he's a part of Zim's evil plan. He's trying to distract me while Zim goes out and causes some horrible, world ending destruction!" Dib fearfully explained. "Or maybe he placed some sort of spy camera in the house to stay one step ahead of me!" He stated out of paranoia, looking around the house for signs of enemy vigilance. "That's right! I'm onto you Zim! I'm TWO steps ahead of you, alien!" He forewarned in a sing-song voice at a clock, about ready to yank it off of the wall.

Gaz just rolled her eyes at his inflated conspiracy theories. "Do you have any idea how stupid that sounds?" She answered, growing even angrier at his wild accusations.

"Nothing's impossible!" Dib shouted. "This is Zim we're talking about here! And the Antichrist!"

Gaz was about to snap, except Dib's luck actually took a slight, temporary turn for the better...the doorbell chimed. The Antichrist was here a little earlier than expected.

"That's your cue. Go back upstairs, Dib!" She demanded, before she felt overcome with the urge to pummel him.

Dib groaned in disappointment, still not wanting to leave her alone with him. While it was bad enough Pepito was indeed a Hell spawn straight from the darkest depths of the underworld abyss, he was also a 17 year old boy; one that was planning on being alone with Gaz. It made Dib wildly uncomfortable. He thought back to how some of the guys in his grade acted, especially around the girls. The disrespectful slurs, the rumors, the groping... He recoiled from the very thought of it. "Fine. But just know that I could come down here any given minute at ANY random time!"

Gaz just glared at him until he disappeared from her sight, irritated at what he was implying. She attempted to feign her usual indifference. But she knew what she felt. She couldn't lie to herself. She thought Pepito was cute. Hell, she'd been in a better mood since they hung out yesterday.

She couldn't stop thinking about him this morning. Not while she was working on her motorcycle. She could still picture him hugging her. She could still hear his deep voice in her head, despite the blaring death metal from the garage speakers. It was a distracting, maddening feeling that seemed to claw away at her very soul. One she hadn't felt for anyone else.

Simultaneously, it secretly scared her quite a bit. She was a strong, self reliant, independent person who didn't want to be caught with her guard down. She detested the vulnerability that arrived with this new, sickening feeling of caring about him.

The goth girl took a deep breath. She quickly walked over to the door and opened it.

Pepito stood at the doorway. He seemed kind of fidgety, and he was grinning at her. "Hola!" He greeted, taking in her image.

Gaz gave him a small smile, which was almost unreadable. She attempted to remain cool. "Hey. Come on in."

Pepito gladly strolled through. "I see the door is back on its hinges...and there's no more squid blood on the floor."

The goth girl took a seat on the sofa, stretching her arms. "Yeah. No more of my Dad's dangerous mold experiments breaking out either. I'm surprised you even wanted to hang out over here again..."

Pepito sat down beside her, smoothing out his shirt. "It's nothing I can't handle. You should see my house..."

She rested her hands on the sides of the couch cushion. "It can't possibly be worse than this one."

Pepito shrugged his pointed shoulders. "Eh...My house can be rather loco as well. My father is Señor Diablo after all."

"Yeah, and my Dad's Professor Membrane. And my brother's Dib." She told him, half jokingly.

At the mention of her father, Pepito felt unsure if he wanted to say anything about his father holding a deep grudge against hers. This was only the second time they were hanging out with each other. He didn't like keeping secrets from her. And he was horrible at keeping secrets in general...however, he decided it was best to not say anything at the moment. He didn't want to risk losing her over his Father's unreasonableness. He instead slightly altered the subject. "Your father didn't say anything about fire shooting out of my hands, did he?"

Gaz just snickered. "No. But if it makes you feel better, he doesn't think you're the Antichrist...according to Dib he just thinks you're a pyro."

Pepito chuckled at this notion. "Eh...He's not wrong. I am kind of a pyro."

The purple haired girl smiled bemusedly, pulling a lighter from her dress pocket and flicking it. "That makes two of us."

Pepito laughed. "Hey, no judgement there." He took a deep breath, sensing something. He turned his attention to the direction of the upstairs. "I sense your brother is still trying to find a way to prove that I'm the Antichrist..."

Gaz started to get the game controllers out. She rolled her eyes at the mention of Dib. "Yeah. He's into investigating the paranormal and whatnot. He won't rest until he tries to prove to the world that Zim's an alien and you're the Antichrist. And makes everyone else crazy in the process."

"I sense his train of thoughts; he thinks I'm some sort of horrible monster..." The Antichrist informed her. He was also more than aware that the large headed brother was terrified that he would try to hurt Gaz. He felt slighted by that particular insulting thought, though he chose not to mention it to Gaz. He soon picked up on another one of Dib's thoughts. "He believes that I am planning on teaming up with Zim."

"...You can sense what people think?" Gaz inquired, raising an eyebrow. With all the craziness that had ensued yesterday, she had almost forgotten that he had claimed to have been able to read Dib's soul. It made her suddenly curious.

He proudly held his head high, smiling at his mention of his ability. "And what they feel. I read them. I can read them all..."

Gaz began to fidget uncomfortably. This information made her feel uneasy. The thought of him reading her own thoughts...Well, there goes her privacy. It was bad enough she never left people in, but him being able to read her own thoughts was kinda... worrisome. No one else is supposed to know what she's thinking or feeling besides her. "What about me?"

He faltered slightly at this. "You? I can honestly say I cannot read you. Not properly, anyways."

Gaz felt relieved by that, but also intrigued. "Does that ever happen?"

"No, this is a first...You...You're a mystery to me... I just get a very basic sense of your energy...Dark. Cool. Closed off. But also...nice." He told her, as a grin reappeared on his face. "Would you like for me to try to get a better read on you?" He offered, holding his hand out toward her forehead. Swirling black energy formed at the palm of his hand, and he was smirking.

Gaz grabbed his wrist, lightly shoving his hand away from her head. "No. I'm good..."

Pepito withdrew his hand, chuckling at her. "Very well. I'll just have to get to know you the normal way..."

Gaz just looked at him in surprise and curiosity. She knew that if she had that ability she probably would have been thrown in the Crazy House for Girls by now. "Doesn't that get on your nerves after a while? Being able to read almost everyone?"

"Sí. Very annoying at times considering the horrible mental status of most people...but also very useful as well. I'm two steps ahead of everyone, every time." He bragged to her.

" 'Cept for me." She smugly pointed out, as she chose the game they were going to play first.

"Not necessarily...I knew you were going to choose that game!" He quickly lied, trying to prove her wrong.

"Of course you did." She retorted as she saw right through it. She then focused her attention on the TV screen, and started their game.

Pepito looked dumbfounded for a moment, but then quickly decided to play before she got too far ahead of him.

Meanwhile, Dib anxiously sat on his bed with his knees to his chest, rocking back and forth out. His sister was alone with the Antichrist. Again. Aaaand it suddenly got quiet. Too quiet ...

"Oh man oh man oh man...what are they doing down there? They just stopped talking and it got real quiet- OH GOD!" He muttered to himself in some form of horrible realization.

"Okay, Dib. Try not to panic! Maybe they're just playing their stupid game...Ugh...I HAVE TO DO...SOMETHING!" He courageously shouted, jumping up off of the bed and getting out his laptop. "I have to find some way to show the world he's an alien menace that has to be stopped!...Wait. No, I use that line for Zim...Okay, I got it. I have to show the Eyeballs and the world that he's a demonic menace that has to be stopped...or something. I'll figure it out. Now to get to work!" Dib eagerly said as he started typing and getting a camera ready.

Meanwhile, Pepito and Gaz pretty much played their fighting game in silence...It had been at least an hour or so now, and there was nothing too exciting. Just Pepito occasionally insulting the other fighters in the game, and Gaz giving a rare chuckle.

...Until their game glitched, and started to freeze up...right after they defeated a major boss...

Without so much as a second thought, the Antichrist attempted to restart it with a jolt of electricity to try to get it moving...

But it didn't go as expected. The last time he did that, he was ten years old and it worked like a charm. Now at 17, his ability has become even stronger. So strong, that he RUINED Gaz's console, and charred her coffee table. At this point, to his own horror, he realized he made a BIG mistake.

Gaz's eye twitched wildly at first sight of this, and she began to shake with rage that could not be quelled. She quickly became filled with fury. She very slowly turned her head in a crazed manner to glare at the Antichrist who destroyed her precious game system, and her precious game along with it!

Author's Notes:

I thought it would be interesting if Señor Diablo held a grudge against Professor Membrane (which will be revealed why later). It's kinda like how Membrane held a grudge against Santa.

Yes, the words from Professor Membrane are mostly responsible for Dib's insane nightmare. That and Zim's constant threats of world conquest. I was debating if I wanted to have Pepito read Gaz's soul in this story, but I'm using an idea that he can't get a good read on her...it's more entertaining that way. I like spontaneity. And yes, Gaz owns a motorcycle. If I remember correctly she had one in the unfinished episode Ten Minutes to Doom. Gaz, while she is badass, sorta fears being vulnerable to another person AKA Pepito. And now Pepito just made a grave mistake by accidentally ruining Gaz's game console and game.

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Love this!!!

Also by me: Gaz and Pepito, from Invader Zim and SQUEE!. I ship it…

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Credit for this fun fic goes to my friend CelestialDarkness666. (I post on here for her, she has given me permission to do so).

Dib's New Neighbors of Doom!

Chapter 3: Meeting Zim!

Zim suddenly burst through the door of her home without so much as a warning, wielding various weapons and looking rather threatening. Without thinking, the alien began to angrily scream as he usually does. "I'LL BET YOU'RE WONDERING WHY I'M-"

This sudden invasion of the girl's home startled Pepito. The Antichrist quickly jumped out of his seat, ready to use some Hellfire to ward off the intruder as he stood protectively in front of Gaz...who didn't even give Zim the satisfaction of even looking at him. She just popped in her game like nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

"You can relax. It's just my stupid brother's friend." Gaz informed Pepito.

The Antichrist glanced at her in confusion, still holding a defensive stance against Zim.

Zim, feeling dumbfounded that the antisocial Gaz human ACTUALLY had a guest over, quickly attempted to hide his weapons from the new person in the Membrane household. He replaced his hostile, booming voice with a much more calm one. "Oh...I didn't realize you had company."

Gaz however, was irritated. "Yeah. I do, so beat it."

Pepito stared in astonishment at the guy with the green skin. "He's an alien..."

"NO I'M NOT!" Zim immediately denied, waving his arms back and forth. "I am a perfectly NORMAL human worm baby!" He told the unfamiliar guy with the horns on his head.

The Antichrist, however, saw through his flimsy disguise. He even felt energy from him, technically bombarded with a host of psychic information about the alien. He approached Zim, holding up a single finger and pointing it at him. "No. You're an alien. I can feel it. You're from a planet called Irk, no? The legendary Invader Zim?"

This guy knowing such vital information on a mere whim truly startled Zim. "NO! NOPE! It's a horrible skin condition, ya know! Did I mention I'm CONTAGIOUS?! So contagious, I'm going to break out in a horrible rash of disgusting bumps as we speak!" He yelled, trying to induce some fear as he took a few steps closer to Pepito...who just snatched the black wig right off of the alien's head as a way to prove himself right.

Zim gasped as he tried to cover up his antennae. "No! I forgot to mention I'm bald!" He nervously yelled out of fear of being discovered.

Gaz sighed, unhappy with Zim interrupting their video game time. "Zim, give it up. He knows you're an alien. We don't care. We just want to play our game."

"You've been speaking to Dib, haven't YOU?!" Zim screamed in an accusing manner to the Antichrist, grabbing his wig from his hands and putting it back on his head.

Pepito folded his arms and remained calm. "No."

"Dib-sister?! YOU ratted Zim out?!" Zim screamed in surprise to the goth girl.

"No! He's smart enough to see through your pathetic disguise, unlike most of the people on the planet." Gaz angrily snapped.

"If I may ask, what gave it away?" The alien inquired as he fussed with the wig on his head.

"What, other than green skin and lack of ears?" Gaz sarcastically interjected, to Zim's annoyance.

"I know things. I'm the Antichrist, and I have abilities, that's how I realized you're an alien...Well, that and your cheesy disguise. So many horrible flaws! It was obvious." Pepito honestly told him.

The Irken looked at this new guy's features curiously, realizing that he obviously wasn't quite human either. "And you're a...a....I don't know WHAT you are! Some sort of Vortian? Part human? I dunno. And I really don't care." He responded to the Antichrist, shrugging his shoulders. He then turned his attention back to Dib's scary sister. "Where's your horrible brother?"

Gaz pointed toward the stairwell. "Hiding upstairs."

"Oh. Okay." He calmly replied. He turned his attention to the stairway, his weapons emerging once more as he screamed. "DIB! GET DOWN HERE AND FACE ME YOU HORRIBLE MONKEY!"

No response from upstairs. It was unusually quiet. Pepito watched the alien in disbelief.

"THAT'S IT! YOU LEAVE ME NO CHOICE...I'M COMING UP THERE!" Zim screamed in a threatening voice, running up the stairs, leaving Gaz and Pepito alone once more.

"Hey, take a seat. I already put the game in." Gaz said to Pepito, as she tried to ignore Zim's presence.

Pepito stared at her, in near disbelief. "That's your brother's FRIEND?"

"OPEN UP THE DOOR, DIB-STINK! I'M GOING TO DESTROY YOU!" Zim screamed from upstairs, slamming his fist against Dib's door repeatedly.

"Eh... more or less." Gaz answered indifferently, having grown so used to Zim and Dib's endless battles. She handed him the controller, trying to persuade him into playing video games with her and forget about the situation at hand.

Pepito complied, taking the controller and sitting closely beside her, still semi-focused on Zim's yelling as well as the television screen. "I sense they're ALWAYS like this?"

"Yeah." She casually replied. Gaz noticed that he sat rather close to her, and how fast he was to come to her 'rescue' from a home invader. She glanced at the guy beside her, but not enough to make it obvious to him. She shook off the fuzzy emotion that crept into her heart, opting to focus on her game instead.

Soon, a crashing sound was heard, followed by Zim screaming around some more...and then more crashing and banging sounds. Zim trotted down the steps, standing in front of Pepito and Gaz. "Well?" He asked, putting his hands on his hips, waiting for some form of an answer.

"Move out of the way! You're blocking the screen!" Gaz complained.

Zim stepped aside. "Where are you hiding him, filthy human?!"

Gaz snarled. "What?"

"The Dib! He's not in his room! He must have known about my arrival and decided to place a camera near my Base, as well as on the outside of your house and this stupid room for evidence! EVIDENCE OF ZIM!" Zim angrily screamed.

This got Gaz's attention, as she hit the pause button and slowly looked up from her game. "What did you just say?!" She angrily asked.

"I said he was recording my Base and our entire conversation in this very room!" Zim informed her. "As a matter of fact, he didn't catch too much evidence of myself because he had the camera pointed at you two." He informed them.

In that moment, the purple haired girl began to shake with rage. It was bad enough Dib had to embarrass her and wave an umbrella in Pepito's face, but to learn that her annoying older brother was actually spying on them through a video camera? Well, it was HORRIBLE. And if that wasn't bad enough that she had to find out, so did Pepito...and through Zim, of all people!

Pepito's eyes widened, as did Zim's, as the alien knew full well by that look on her face what was coming next.

"THAT IDIOT! HE WAS SPYING ON US!" Gaz yelled in a fiery rage, now feeling furious and even slightly embarrassed that her brother was spying on the two of them.

"Oh, uh, it's okay! I already smashed all of his drives, his TV, and everything else in that horrid, smelly room!" Zim quickly told her, trying to avoid Gaz's wrath. "He REALLY needs some air freshener in there, by the way!"

Gaz just growled. "Just wait until he gets back. Vengeance will be MINE!" She shouted in wicked determination.

"Do you know where he might have gone?" Zim inquired.

"I don't know. Probably to your Base. He must have crawled out the window or something. We would have seen his large head going out the front door." She snapped.

"He won't be able to get in. Thanks to GIR, the Base is now flooded with some sort of toxic soapy-waffle mixture! Nothing's getting in or out of that, so now I'm forced to wait here until my computer can perform some overrides and get it all cleaned up and contained in bio hazard units and dispose of it properly..." Zim informed them.

Back at Zim's Base:

The entire Base is flooded with an odd soapy waffle mix. "CURSE YOU ZIM! YOU DON'T PAY ME ENOUGH TO CLEAN THIS ALL UP! YOU DON'T EVEN PAY ME AT ALL! I QUIT, YA HEAR ME?! I QUIT, YOU EGO-MANIAC!" The computer tried to scream, but alas its voice was now muffled due to being overcome by an ever expanding waffle mix.

Gaz face palmed when Zim mentioned about waiting at her house until his base gets cleaned up. Pepito just looked at the uninvited alien. Both the Antichrist and the goth girl exchanged a look with each other.

Zim, oblivious to obvious social cues, decided to take a seat and wait for Dib to arrive...Right in between Gaz and Pepito. Much to Gaz's annoyance.

"He completely ruined my plans for world domination today, ya know?" Zim vented to the two of them. "That's sorta why I came over here to stop your horrible brother before he interferes with my next ingenious plan! Once the Base becomes a waffle-free-zone, the most evil, amazing, Earth shattering plan you have ever witnessed will take place! And Dib won't be able to stop it!" He loudly bragged to the two of them.

Pepito attempted to restrain a laugh. "You're trying to take over this world?" At this point, he was kinda entertained by the crazy alien's presence, and observing his strange behavior.

"Yes! Do you want my autograph or something, filthy human?" Zim asked the scary guy.

"No. I'm good." Pepito responded, looking at Gaz.

"So, not that I care, I'm really just bored, but who are you supposed to be? Are you a type of Vortian or something? You don't seem to care that I'm an alien..." Zim said to the Antichrist, more or less out of curiosity.

"I am the Antichrist. But my mom calls me Pepito." He replied to the Irken.

"I have no idea what you just said to me." Zim answered, looking confused.

"I am also known as the Dark Prince or the Altar Boy of the Doomed...the second coming of Damnation..." He tried to clarify, trying to make it clear.

"Nope. Still not getting it. Wait. YOU'RE HERE TO BRING DOOM?! That's my job!" The Irken angrily screamed.

"Those are just other aliases for me...And of course it is your job to bring on some doom to this much deserving planet. Ah, the end of the world is near, as cliched as it sounds, mi amigo." Pepito happily informed him, patting him on the back.

Gaz raised an eyebrow, curious about what he said.

"So you're not Vortian?" Zim asked, wanting some clarity.

"I don't know what that is." Pepito answered, shaking his head. "My father is El Diablo."

Zim still looked confused, not saying a word and staring at him.

Gaz sighed, and decided to find an explanation that the Irken could understand. "He's like a DEMON, Zim."

"Oh. Okay. That explains the scariness." Zim responded in realization. "So what are you doing here?" He asked the son of Satan.

Pepito smiled. "I'm hanging out with Gaz."

"Oh...wait a minute..." Zim started to put together the pieces of the puzzle. He suddenly noticed all the food, the video games, the scary Dib sister actually socializing with the scary looking guy. "Are you two on the 'date'?!" He asked, feeling kinda bad for interrupting them if they were.

Gaz and Pepito's eyes widened, each of them swiftly glancing at the other.

"No. We're just hanging out and playing some video games together. He's my neighbor." Gaz quickly answered. "And don't you have somewhere else to be?" She asked, growing impatient with Zim and wanting him to leave.

"Nope!" Zim then turned and looked at Pepito. "Wow...I feel sorry for you, pal. Stuck living next to Dib! That's got to be rough!" He told him, feeling bad for him.

"Hey, try LIVING with him." The purple haired girl angrily retorted. "One time me and my Dad had to burn most of his crap and fumigate his ENTIRE room because he created a biohazard."

"Oh. You're right. You definitely have it the worst!" The alien replied in amusement, trying to stifle some laughter.

"Alright, are we starting our game?" She asked Pepito, looking around Zim's head.

"Sí. Let us play!" He enthusiastically answered.

"Oooh. What are you playing?" The Irken asked out of curiosity.

"Vampire Piggy Hunter." She answered.

"Mind if I join you?" Zim asked.

"...Sure. Why not?" Gaz replied, as she handed him a controller. She figured at least if he's occupied for a while he would be quiet.

About an hour passed as the three of them played some video games and had a good time for the most part. That is, until Dib came through the front door which no longer existed, thanks to Zim. He was carrying GIR under his arm, his hair was smoking and it looked like he had just lost a fight.

"You have to decapitate him already!" Gaz yelled in excitement.

"Yeah, but the bombs make it easier to access the nest! Plus, it destroys more!" Zim argued.

"I'm using the fire sword! Where's the other one? Gaz, go ahead of me." Pepito excitedly said.

"BLOOD PIGS!" The alien screamed.

"I've got this!" Gaz confidently said, pouring all of her focus into the game.

Dib's mouth gaped open, stunned by what he was witnessing. There was his alien arch nemesis playing video games with the Antichrist and Gaz. Nobody even paid him any mind as he stood there. They were all focused on their video game!

"YAY!" GIR squealed, breaking free of Dib's grip and running over to Zim and spinning around on the floor.

The paranormal investigator furiously screamed, about to rip his hair out of his head from the sheer insanity of it all. "WHAT HAPPENED?! WHAT- ZIM!"

"Not now, Dib-stink! We're almost there!" Zim said, not taking his eyes away from the screen as he waved Dib off.

"Whew! We made it! VICTORY!" Zim cheered, grinning.

After successfully completing the level, Gaz hit the pause button on the game, turning her evil glare towards her brother. Her voice sounded grave. "We found out you were taping us, Dib."

"G-gaz! Wait! You have to understand...I wasn't taping you! I was trying to catch Zim! Yep!" Dib quickly lied.

"HA! You filthy Earth larvae! I arrived just in time to destroy your pathetic drives!" Zim bragged.

"You didn't!" Dib shouted back, horrified.

"Oh, but I DID! I broke everything in that smelly room!" Zim bragged. "You really need some air freshener to spray in there! IT STINKS!"

"NOOOOOOO! And my room doesn't stink! It just smells kinda like bologna! And that's only because my Dad is storing mold and bad casseroles in the fridge!" The paranormal investigator screamed. "And why are you still in my house?!"

Zim placed his hands on his hips and spoke in a demanding tone of voice. "Where were you for the past hour and a half?!"

"I went downtown after I heard several loud explosions! Turns out your stupid robot blew up several waffle restaurants!" Dib angrily yelled, throwing his arms in the air. "I had to put all the fires out and save countless people from suffocating under an ENDLESS SUPPLY OF WAFFLE BATTER!"

"WAAAH! Master! Mary doesn't like my cookin'!" GIR cried to Zim, hugging him.

"Neither do I GIR. Neither do I." Zim responded, patting him on the head.

"SNACKS!" GIR suddenly screamed as he dived into all the food on the table, rolling around in it...to Gaz's utter annoyance.

"Seriously! Just get out of my house, Zim! Now's really not a good time!" Dib pleaded, not so subtly nodding his head in the direction of Gaz and Pepito.

"I don't know where you got that sudden twitch from, but you should really take something for that." Zim obliviously answered, which only served to make Dib even crazier.

"GAH! THAT'S IT! EITHER TELL ME YOUR NEXT EVIL PLAN OR GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Dib yelled as he lunged for the alien.

"YOU FILTHY EARTH LARVAE!" Zim yelled, leaping away from him. "You'll never find out my next ingenious plan I have in store for filthy Earth! Although I will say, it will be EARTH SHATTERING!" He screamed sinisterly, smiling at Dib's horror. He then started to fire some of his lasers at the paranormal investigator. Dib jumped out of the way, and the two of them began screaming and fighting in the house, chasing each other around.

Pepito watched the whole ordeal unfold, while Gaz just turned their game back on, to his surprise.

"Alright. Let's finish this." She mentioned to him as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on.

The Antichrist shifted his eyes towards Zim and Dib. "Uh, Sí...Shouldn't we DO something about them?" Pepito asked, feeling mildly concerned about the situation.

Gaz just looked at him, waving off Zim and Dib's fight as if it were completely normal. "No. This happens all the time. They always fight with each other..."

Dib chased the alien up the stairs. "I'M GONNA KILL YOU ZIM!"

"NOT IF I DESTROY YOU FIRST!" Zim echoed back.

Pepito was still somewhat concerned, pointed at the duo. "They just threatened to KILL each other."

"Yeah. It's their stupid little thing to do. As much as they say they want to kill each other, they never actually HAVE. They had YEARS to do that. This kind of crap happens all the time, but I never let it go too far. And besides, at least Zim's keeping my brother off our backs." Gaz rationalized, shrugging her shoulders.

The Antichrist raised an eyebrow. "So just keep playing until it gets that bad?"

"Yep." She calmly replied, focusing on the game.

Pepito shrugged his shoulders. "Okay." He continued with his game, until they were interrupted by a little green dog.

GIR squealed, jumping up and down and gawking at Pepito. "HELLO!"

"Hola?" He politely greeted, looking at the poorly disguised robot.

"Can you fix my piggy?" GIR childishly asked, handing over a charred rubber pig with a broken jet pack. "Pwease?!"

Pepito looked over at Gaz, who reluctantly paused their game.

Gaz sighed in frustration. "Might as well. He's not gonna go away until it's fixed."

"YAY!" GIR squealed, handing the rubber pig to Pepito.

Pepito and Gaz inspected the jetpack on the pig, while Zim and Dib continued their fight in the background.

The goth girl squinted her eyes, though it was a bit too dark to peer inside. "I'll get a flashlight."

Pepito's eyes shifted around, analyzing the jetpack. "No need. I can see in the dark."

"What do you see?" Gaz asked, looking for the problem.

"There." Pepito announced, pointing to the one part of the jet pack as he scooted closer for her to see. "There's something lodged in there." The Antichrist made sure the thing was turned off, and tried to pull the blockage out of the jet pack.

Luckily for GIR, the Antichrist was able to remove it. "A yo yo?" He inquired, holding the toy out to the little robot.

GIR gasped in delight. "For me?!" He answered, taking the yo yo and trying to play with it. "You're my best friend!" The insane robot sniffled, feeling touched.

Pepito turned on the rubber piggy's jet pack, which seemed to work just fine now.

"YAY!" GIR cried as he took the rubber pig and started to soar it around the living room...hitting Zim in the head with it within five seconds flat.

"OW!" Zim yelled in pain.

"HA HA!" Dib laughed, amused by the unintentional toy pig attack.

Just as Gaz was about to resume the game, the tiny bot was back. This time, GIR looked back and forth at Gaz and Pepito, putting his fake doggy paws in front of his mouth, giggling the entire time.

The goth girl was about to hit the start button with her thumb. She narrowed her eyes at the insane robot. "What is it now?"

"Ooooooh! You two gonna kissy-kissy?" GIR asked, giggling and falling to the floor, laughing like a maniac.

Gaz's face couldn't have gotten any redder, especially since the robot's little comment made her realize how close she and Pepito were sitting next to one another. Their knee caps were even touching. It also made Pepito realize just how close he was sitting to the purple haired girl, though neither of them attempted to move away from each other.

"HEADLESS CLOWN! HEADLESS CLOWN!" The robot randomly shrieked as he hit himself in the face with a bag of chips.

"HEY! Go bother Zim for a while!" Gaz angrily demanded, getting irritated by the robot's insanity.

"Okay-dokey!" GIR answered, saluting her as he walked away.

Both Gaz and Pepito watched him walk into the kitchen. At this point, Gaz didn't care where the robot went just as long as he was away from them. She reluctantly turned to face the Antichrist, casually moving a few inches away from him. She was hoping her blush was at least starting to fade. Why is it the first time she decided to spend time with someone and play video games with him, everyone assumes it's a date?

Pepito stared at the crazy little bit in near disbelief. "He is MUY loco!"

"I know. I think Zim keeps him around so he might actually look smart." She dryly told him, smirking.

Pepito couldn't help but to laugh.

Gaz smiled, and the two of them were about to resume their game once more. Well, that was cut short when Zim marched down the steps, carrying a trapped Dib in a transparent purple containment tube.

Dib felt himself floating in the tank, trapped like a goldfish. He glared at the alien, letting out a threatening yell. "YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH IT, ZIM!"

"HA! I JUST DID!" Zim bragged, flicking the tank with his fingers in sick amusement. "GIR! COME! WE'RE LEAVING!" He called for his robotic companion. He then turned to face Dib. "As soon as my Base is functional once more, I'm going to liquefy your organs!" The alien ominously warned him.

"Gaz! HELP!" Dib begged as he slammed his fists on the glass.

"Your head smells like a puppy!" GIR squealed, pointing at Dib.

"HA! She's not going to help you! Not after you spied on her little "date" with demon-boy! And she couldn't stop me even if she tried! This container is impenetrable! I made it myself!" Zim gloated as he held onto his trapped human enemy. He turned to face Gaz and Pepito, who were just watching him from the sofa. "Well, this was fun. I'm off now! BASK IN MY GLORY!" He started to walk arrogantly near an annoyed Gaz Membrane...who stuck her leg out and tripped him.

Zim stumbled flat on his face, losing his grip on the container which flew across the room. The tank busted into a million pieces, freeing Dib as he flopped on the floor like a noodle.

The large headed guy gasped for fresh air. "YES! I'm free!"

Without warning, several large evil-looking squids entered through the open doorway...

"OH NO! Experiment number 42 ESCAPED! MY MUTATED FLESH EATING DEMON SQUIDS!" Zim panicked as one of the squids grabbed him with its tentacles and started attacking him, slamming him off of the floor. Another one started to attack Dib as well, and a few more came after Pepito and Gaz.

YAY! THIS IS FUN!" GIR screamed and laughed in amusement.

Pepito easily exploded the first two that were in front of him, quickly turning around to find Gaz...Who was throwing one of the huge monstrosities around like it was nothing. It escaped from her tight grip, badly injured and whimpering, retreating to the farthest corner of the house to get away from her.

Pepito stared at the dark girl in pure amazement, Gaz looking back at him...until they both heard Zim and Dib screaming for help. Pepito ripped two of the flesh eating squids away from Zim, blowing them up on site. Gaz pried the other squid off of her brother, especially after it tried to chew open his head. Pepito rushed over to help her, but she had everything under control, having already killed it by stomping it to the floor with her boot.

Zim noticed the last squid trying to make a sneaky escape, so he shot it multiple times with his laser, destroying it...and splattering the entire room in black goop.

By now, everyone was covered in black goop from fighting off Zim's little experiments. Black goopy blood even coated Gaz's precious video games. Zim looked at Pepito, feeling kinda surprised that he helped him out. Dib directed a furious glare at Zim, but before he could say anything to the alien, Gaz did instead.

"Get out of my house, Zim. NOW!" The dark girl snarled in a threatening tone of voice.

"AAAAHHHH!" Which was more than enough to scare the crap out of Zim, as he knew what the twisted human was capable of, especially when she was angry. He ran out the door, dragging GIR with him.

Dib started to chuckle as he watched Zim make a hasty retreat away from his sister. "Wow. Thanks, Gaz. He was really-"

The goth girl felt herself trembling with rage, clenching her fists shut. She spoke in a demanding tone. "Dib...CLEAN THIS MESS UP!"

Dib held a shocked look at her. "ME! WHY ME?"

"Because, he's YOUR stupid friend, THAT'S WHY! You should have been watching HIM instead of US!" The scary sister angrily reminded him.

At this point, it did no good to try and argue. He knew by the look on his sister's face that she was furious that he and Zim ruined her video game time, and for that he was going to pay. So he quickly ran to the closet, getting a mop and some cleaning supplies, and went to work.

Pepito placed a hand on Gaz's shoulder, to her surprise. He felt concerned that she may have gotten hurt during the ordeal.

"Are you okay?"

The dark girl turned around, meeting his eyes. She would be lying if she said she didn't feel some concern for him as well. "I'm fine. How about you?"

The Antichrist formed a smile on his normally intense face. "I am also okay."

His smile proved to be contagious, as Gaz found herself smiling at him as well. She noted a black streak of blood on the side of his face. "Um, you kinda got some squid blood on your face."

"Oh, I know." Pepito traced the side of his face with his hand, finding the sticky black squid blood was now on his fingertip. He quickly touched Gaz's cheek with the same finger, smearing the spot of blood on her face, surprising the dark girl. He chuckled at her, clearly amused. "You do too, you know."

Her eyes widened. She yelled, this time her normally malice laden voice had taken a lighter, much less serious tone. "Hey!" She quickly scraped together some of the black goop from her neck to the palms of her hands, wiping the blood onto his shirt sleeves. Gaz couldn't help but to snicker at him.

The Antichrist's mouth gaped in mock surprise.

Gaz put her hands on hips, feeling better about what she had done. She turned her head, her eyes searching for Dib. "DIB! PAPER TOWELS!" She loudly demanded.

Her loud yell caused her older brother to nearly jump out of his own skin. He was conveniently watching the duo from the kitchen. Dib ran to the cupboard, grabbing a roll of paper towels. An unsettling mixture of both fear and disgust toiled within his stomach. He could clearly see that his sister was being friendly toward the demonic entity. While Pepito didn't seem threatening at the moment, he didn't trust him one bit. He was clearly putting on a disgustingly cute act for his sister, and she was buying it. He was dangerous. Sure, Gaz could be dangerous herself (as Dib witnessed in school and in town quite a few times) but Pepito had a host of spooky paranormal powers to back him up.

Dib walked into the room. He handed her the roll, eyeing them both skeptically. "Here."

The goth grabbed it from him. "Thanks. Now beat it."

Dib left her presence, not wanting to provoke her at the moment because he knew that she would explode soon.

Gaz ripped some sheets off of the roll, handing them to Pepito. The Antichrist took them, as he tried to wipe the rest of the black blood off of his face. Gaz took a sheet for herself, trying to clean off the blood that was also on her cheek. He got himself cleaned up as best as he could, but he still noticed that Gaz had a dab of the squid blood on her face.

Pepito smirked at the girl. "Um, you still have some on your cheek."

Gaz grabbed another paper towel. "I'll get it."

"Uh, I can get it for you." He politely offered.

"Oh...alright." Gaz shyly responded as she handed him the paper towel.

He began to gently dab the side of her face with the soft towel, quickly removing it as he took the opportunity to stand closer to her. "You-You were amazing...the way you fought those things off like they were nothing...but I'm sure you already know that." He felt the need to say to her. He felt genuinely impressed by the dark girl's ability to successfully fight off something so fierce.

Gaz found herself blushing a pale pink color once more. It seemed like a small compliment, but surprisingly his words meant a lot to her. No one had really ever complimented her on anything before, let alone her fighting skills. Most people at school fell into either one of two categories; they either detested Gaz and would attempt to bully her just as they did her older brother, Zim and anyone else who was considered "weird". OR, once they learned the hard way and faced her violent wrath, they became genuinely terrified of the girl. Needless to say, she spent most of her time alone. She had no desire to hang out with anyone else outside of her own family. Except maybe him. He seemed to have an appreciation for her, something which no one else had shown her before. And it felt nice. "Thanks." She quietly answered.

"No, I mean it. You were fearless. I haven't seen anything like it." He told her, as the moment had taken a more serious turn.

Gaz smiled, touching her purple hair lightly with her fingers."Thank you. You did pretty good too. It was cool to watch you blow them up."

Pepito looked at her in surprise, blinking a few times. Most people couldn't handle if he exploded some heads, even when he had good reason to do so. This girl, however...was different. She didn't judge him for his hellish appearance. She didn't judge him for blowing up the mail truck. She wasn't terrified of him, nor was she hateful toward him like the other people at his various schools. Much like what happened to Gaz, for some reason people thought it would be a great idea to try and bully him. That never ended well, as it usually ended with a steaming pile of electrocuted guts on the floor once he fought back. For once, it felt immensely great to have someone treat him kindly.

"Gracias." He quietly told her. "Most people find that sort of thing disturbing or scary."

"Not me." She replied. "Um, did you want to finish our game?" She asked him.

"Sí. I would very much like that." He answered, walking over and sitting back down on the sofa.

Gaz sat down near him, wiping some demon squid blood off of the controllers and finally resuming their game. Some more time passed as the two of them enjoyed the rest of their game. Dib periodically peeked in at them, still feeling anxious. Surprisingly, the Antichrist did help everyone out with the squid fiasco. But Dib figured the son of Satan must have had a selfish motive in doing so.

Soon, Professor Membrane came in through the front door...which was laying on the floor and off of the hinges. He looked around the room for any sign of limb removal. He noticed the strange neighbor boy on the couch. He still had all of his limbs intact, which made him breathe a temporary sigh of relief.

"Hello daughter!" He cheerfully greeted her. "Hello Peter!" He said in a poor attempt to remember the Antichrist's name.

"Hi Dad. And his name's Pepito, not Peter." Gaz responded, correcting him. Not that he would probably ever remember.

Professor Membrane pointed a gloved hand to the damaged slab of wood that was once known as the front door. He grew worried once more. "What happened to the door?!"

"Dib's stupid friend broke it." She nonchalantly replied.

"Son! Where are you?" Membrane called out, putting his hands on his head in frustration.

"AAAAHHHH!" Dib yelled in an insane voice from the kitchen! "Won't come off SHOES!"

"Son?!" Membrane yelled out, feeling worried as he entered the kitchen. "OH NO! Who left the fridge door open?! You let my genetically engineered super mold out!" The Professor panicked.

Gaz was about to ignore it...

"AND IT'S GOING TO EAT YOUR LEGS OFF! Hurry, get some dish soap or something!" Professor Membrane frantically shouted.

"IT EATS FLESH?!" Dib yelled in a panic.

"I don't know!" Membrane fearfully replied to Dib.

Gaz sighed in annoyance and paused their game for probably the hundredth time today. She and Pepito exchanged a look with one another. Gaz, more than annoyed by now, got up and headed towards the kitchen, with Pepito deciding to follow her.

The two of them entered the kitchen to find a weird bluish-green mold spreading across the floor at a rapid pace. Acting quickly, Pepito blasted it with fire that shot out of his hands, killing the dangerous mold experiment...right in front of Dib and the Professor.

The son of the devil could have sworn he heard a dying wail as the fungus burned...

Dib quickly grabbed a fire extinguisher to put out the flames, feeling relieved that the mold was effectively killed off. However, he refused to let his opportunity to prove himself right slip out of his hands.

"DAD! I WAS RIGHT! DID YOU JUST SEE HIM USE FIRE TO KILL THAT FREAKY MOLD YOU CREATED!?" Dib shouted to Professor Membrane, to Gaz's disgust.

"I DID..." Membrane answered his son, looking at his new neighbor in shock. "GOOD JOB, BOY! That was some fast thinking you did there! I don't know WHERE you got a lighter so fast, but you SAVED us all from that biohazard!" Professor Membrane proudly congratulated his daughter's new friend.

"Sí. It was no problem." Pepito politely replied, surprised by the scientist's obliviousness. Though he had to admit, he was at least relieved that the father didn't seem to mind him.

At this point, Dib's jaw dropped, and he was speechless. His Dad's refusal to believe in anything nonscientific really hit an all new low.

Pepito looked at the time on the microwave clock. He tapped his purple haired friend on the shoulder. "Um, I should be leaving now. Mi familia expects me home for dinner."

Gaz turned to face him. "Oh. Right." She answered, the two of them began walking out of the kitchen and to the doorway.

Gaz actually felt kinda bad that he had to endure this kind of day...well, the kind of day she has all the time! "Sorry about all the craziness today."

Pepito smiled at her. "No problem. I actually had fun."

Gaz looked at him in near disbelief. "Are you kidding me?"

Pepito spoke in a serious tone. "No. I had a really good time."

"Okay. It's official...You're insane." She jokingly said to him.

He chuckled, placing his hands in his pockets and briefly staring at the floor. "No, really. I liked today, even though it was filled with nothing but chaos and goons running about."

Gaz flicked her hair to the side. "Yeah, you're crazy. You've got to be if you thought today was great or something."

"While I could indeed do without all of the insanity, I enjoyed today because I liked hanging out with YOU." He told her, now giving her a serious look. "I want to hang out with you again."

Gaz smiled at him, feeling touched by what he had just said to her. He would be willing to endure all the craziness in her life just to get to know her? Well, nobody else had done that before. Anyone else would have run out the door in seconds. But he seemed strong. Not just physically, but strong minded. Strong willed. He tolerated the crazy day without so much as a single complaint. "Yeah. I want to hang out with you too. It was fun. Do you want to come over tomorrow?" She asked him.

His eyes lit up, he responded without hesitation."Sí. Definitely." He felt a certain warm feeling within his chest, making him feel anxious and excited all at once.

Gaz felt the fuzzy feeling pop up again, disrupting her nerves and accelerating her heartbeat. "Good. That's good."

"Well, I should be on my way..." He started to say to her.

At this point, he didn't move. Neither of them actually wanted to say goodbye to the other, even though they lived close to each other.

Pepito was mentally debating if it was too soon, but he reached out and wrapped his arms around the dark girl, giving her a hug.

Gaz felt stiff at first. She wasn't known as a touchy feely sort of person. She couldn't really remember the last time she was hugged. If it were anyone else that had tried to hug her, she probably would have drop-kicked them. But she decided she'd make an exception for him. She scrambled to put her arms around his lean torso, pulling him even closer to herself. She sighed ever so quietly, a feeling of contentment slowly crept into her dark heart. Needless to say, she started to enjoy being close to him….and that kinda scared her.

He noticed she started to seem more at ease in his arms. Whatever nervousness he formerly felt about embracing her faded away, and was replaced with a feeling of comfort. Similar to Gaz, no one outside of his own family dared to give him a hug or hug him back. They were much too terrified of him for that. He felt her fingers lightly graze his back, sending a tingling feeling down his spine. It felt so nice...

Both of them realized they were holding onto each other quite a few seconds longer than normal. The two of them reluctantly separated from one another. Before he would depart, he stared at her, his eyes taking in her beautiful image, especially her nice figure.

"Goodbye, Gaz! I'll see you tomorrow!" He finally said, walking away from her. While he would have normally been annoyed by all the craziness that was going on, he actually wasn't. But what could he say? Maybe he WAS a little crazy...He was certainly crazy for this purple haired girl...

Gaz waved to him as he departed. "Bye!"

She watched him walk away, secretly taking in his appearance as well. He was actually cute-

Cute.

Gaz froze...She thought he looked attractive. He might look strange and terrifying to others, but to her...he was attractive. He was only supposed to be a video game competitor, there to help her unlock bonus levels which required a second player. Nothing more than that. But now...they had a good time together. He admitted he enjoyed spending time with her. And despite the insane occurances that took place, she had fun with him as well. She hadn't planned on actually bonding with him. On that note, she decided to just go to her room and continue think about her day. Because while her entire day was annoying for the most part...and while it was technically ruined, the only good part about her day was Pepito.

Dib and Professor Membrane were still in the kitchen. Membrane was now making some Super Toast, while Dib was opening a can of soda.

Dib anxiously chugged some cola. His nerves were getting the better of him, causing his hands to tremble, and spilling some of the fizzling beverage. "I'm telling you, Dad! You saw it yourself!" "You at least have to admit he's a demon!"

"He's not a demon, son. A pyromaniac, probably, but that's another story. Did you see the two of them hug each other?! This shows more promise than I had previously hoped!" Membrane eagerly told Dib.

"Yeah I saw Gaz hugging a DEMON!" Dib angrily shouted.

"Son, she looks happy! Just think! He could be part of the family one day!" Membrane optimistically told Dib.

"What do you mean by that?" Dib asked, not really wanting to know.

"Well, they could be good friends, or they could start dating. Maybe get married. And perhaps one day they could have children and I'll be a GRANDFATHER! And you'll get to be the fun, insane uncle! Doesn't that sound nice?" Membrane happily explained to Dib, who couldn't have looked more mortified.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Dib screamed, now mortified at the mere thought of it.

"SHUT IT DIB! Your voice is making me sick!" Gaz screamed from upstairs.

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Credit goes to my friend CelestialDarkness666 on AO3 💙💙💙

I will be posting on here for her since she isn't on Tumblr. She is an all around nice person and i support her fanfics, especially this rare pairing. (She also is writing a ZimxGaz fic on Archive of our own titled Lost and Found) 💙

Dib's New Neighbors of Doom!

Chapter 2: When Pigs Fly!

Saturday rolled around fast, and Dib woke up really early, thanks to a beeping noise on his laptop. He eagerly grabbed the laptop that sat beside his nightstand and flipped it open.

A message chat with a Swollen Eyeball member awaited him. Dib eagerly clicked the icon, starting a video chat with Agent Disembodied Head.

"Mothman." The man said as a form of a greeting.

"Agent Disembodied Head! Did you get my picture?!" Dib asked excitedly, waiting for his verdict on the picture of his neighbor the Antichrist.

"Yes, we've received the picture." He said, sounding serious.

"And? Am I right or am I right?!" Dib excitedly asked, feeling sure of himself.

"I have to admit, we all had our doubts about you..." Disembodied Head began to tell him.

"Go on..." The young paranormal investigator replied, waiting for recognition and praise.

"And we were right! You really ARE crazy!" He yelled as a parrot sitting on his shoulder squawked.

"Wait. WHAT?" Dib said as his mouth dropped open, not expecting that reaction.

The agent looked at the picture of Pepito that he printed out. "I will, however, give you some credit, since well, you're you. And you're delusional. This is one really hideous, scary looking mall goth... but not a demon, let alone the FREAKING ANTICHRIST!" He yelled as his anger got the better of him, holding up the picture of Pepito as he shook with rage. A horrible rage that was due to the fact Dib had cried wolf one too many times...and now no one took him seriously. Especially in the Swollen Eyeball.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! You call yourself an EXPERT?! He's not some mall goth! I saw him manifest a fireball out of thin air! Look at his pointy horns and eyes and his demon teeth!" Dib screamed, trying to point out the obvious in the photo.

"Heh heh. You don't know much about mall goths, do you? They pride themselves on looking spooky and scary! Which is what this young man is clearly trying to do, what with his fake horns and contact lenses. He even went as far as to sharpen his teeth! And as for the fireball, he could have just been doing a magic trick or an illusion with some smoke bombs and you were just gullible enough to believe it." The Agent explained, virtually trying to debunk the entire case Dib brought forth.

"IT WASN'T AN ILLUSION! IT'S NOT LIKE HE CAME OVER TO MY HOUSE TO PULL A RABBIT OUT OF A TOP HAT! THIS IS SERIOUS! HE'S PROBABLY PLOTTING HUMANITY'S DOWNFALL AS WE SPEAK!" Dib screamed, trying to reason with the guy...to no avail.

"HA! This is just like that whole 'the green kid's an alien thing', isn't it?! And when we didn't believe you about him, you started making up stories about Antichrists running around to doom us all so we would help you." The Agent fired back in a know-it-all manner.

"This isn't anything like Zim! He's...WORSE! And I had to save the world so many times from Zim, with no help from you, thank you very much! You're lucky we're not all DEAD! You're like the worst investigator ever!" Dib fired back.

"Well, if that's how you're going to act towards a respected member of the paranormal community, you can go to HELL, where you can hallucinate about Antichrists with pitchforks galore!" The Agent yelled back as he was about to click a button and end their conversation.

"WAIT!" Dib yelled. He had no choice but to swallow his pride and try to beg for some help...even if it came from the lazy Agent who just debunked nearly everything. "B-b-but you HAVE TO DO SOMETHING! He's coming over to my house soon to play video games with my little sister!"

"Oh ho ho! That's what this is really about! You're afraid this freaky mall goth likes your sister!" Disembodied Headed said with a cackle.

"NO! Well, maybe a little. But it's really about him trying to end the world! The Antichrist's arrival is a sign that we're all doomed! And he's probably gonna destroy us ALL! That means you, too! You have to believe me!" Dib shouted, begging for the ignorant man to believe him.

The Agent sighed deeply. "I get it, kid. I have a little sister as well, and she means the world to me. I'd be worried if she started hanging out with a weirdo like that too! Tell you what, kid. If you can get video footage of him using his 'powers' instead of just a picture of him, I'll consider sending you help." He told him.

"Really?" Dib asked, feeling a bit more hopeful.

"Yeah. I'm a man of my word. I doubt you'll get it though. I'd have a much better chance of seeing pigs fly!" He said, cackling as he cut their conversation short.

Dib stared at the blank screen for a moment. "Okay. Video footage...I can do this!" He confidently said to himself.

On perfect timing, a rubber piggy with a jetpack flew through his window, smashing it, and nearly scaring the crap out of Dib. He got up to look out of the broken window.

"What the-"

"MY PIGGY! HE FLIES! GIMME! I NEEDS IT MARY!" A green dog screamed in a shrill voice as he jumped up and down on the lawn.

Dib groaned, already getting annoyed with the start of his day so far. He threw the rubber piggy to Gir, who squealed and continued to play with it.

He quickly got to work, setting up some hidden cameras before his sister woke up, and connecting them to his drives to record potential evidence. He was disappointed that the drives currently needed to be repaired, but once they were fixed and functional, he would have the evidence he needed. After everything was set up accordingly, he went downstairs for some breakfast...only to find a note on the table with his name on it.

"Dib, don't do anything to embarrass your sister.

And don't start calling the neighbor boy a demon or rant about the paranormal.

We need to get off to a good start with these new neighbors.

The last ones wouldn't even come out during the day because of you.

Speaking of which, make sure your sister doesn't rip this kid's limbs off.

P.S. There's a questionable mold in the very bottom drawer of the fridge.

Don't clean it up. I plan on using it for SCIENCE!

Love, Dad."

"You've gotta be kidding me! They wouldn't come out during the day because they're called VAMPIRES, Dad! And why leave mold in the fridge?! WHO DOES THAT?!" Dib yelled to himself. "Crap. I have to record the Mysterious Mysteries marathon today. And stop Zim from whatever he's up to. Oh god! What am I gonna do?! I can't watch him AND save the world from Zim at the same time!"

"Where's the Franken-chokies?"

"AAHHH! Oh, Gaz, you startled me!" Dib said, shoving the note into his mouth and eating it before Gaz could read it. "I think they're in the top cupboard! And you're dressed already?"

Gaz quickly found them and poured herself a bowl of cereal. She was already dressed, wearing her classic black form fitting dress over pink leggings, along with combat boots. "Yeah. I have my new game to play and Pepito's coming over soon."

"He's the Antichrist, Gaz! Why?! Why him?! He's EVIL, Gaz!" Dib screamed, unable to hold it back any longer.

Suddenly, Gaz gripped him by his shirt collar and growled in a threatening manner. "Listen to me, Dib. I don't care if he's the Antichrist or not. I have two games I've been dying to play, but I couldn't because I needed a second player to unlock the later levels. I NEED him." She said, beginning to shake from rage...and desperation to potentially play locked levels.

"ALL THIS FOR VIDEO GAMES?! I could play with you...after I stop Zim!" Dib said.

Gaz scoffed. "Yeah right. You couldn't even make it past level 5 last time. I just want to play some video games with him and that's it. You better not do anything weird to mess up my day, or I'll send you to a nightmare world from which there's no waking. Got it?" She said, directing a warning glare at him.

"Got it." Dib yelped.

With that, Gaz released him. "Good. Mysterious Mysteries marathon is on soon."

"I know. I'm gonna watch it while I monitor Pe- Zim!" He said.

"Whatever. As long as you don't bug us." Gaz said as she stuffed her face with delicious cereal, tuning him out.

A little while passed, and Dib slinked up to his room, turning on several monitors. One showed Zim's Base, the other showed the downstairs living room, and the third surveyed the outside of the house.

"You're crazy if you think I'm just gonna let you alone with a horrible monster, Gaz." Dib whispered to himself. He focused on the monitor with his sister on, watching her set up a wide array of snacks to eat...

"Are you kidding me? Since when does she offer other people food? What is she-" Dib's train of thoughts were cut short when he heard a loud explosion. He turned his head to the third monitor, only to see a mail truck turned on its side, bursting into flames. The mailman got out and started running in fear for his life, all while Pepito happily watched the chaos he created.

"OH MY GOD! That poor mailman!" Dib screamed, pointing at the monitor as he watched the Antichrist, who looked like he was in a good mood, levitating to his front door. "I GOTTA SAVE GAZ! WHO KNOWS WHAT HE'S CAPABLE OF!" He yelled, anxiously trotting down the steps as he heard knocking at the door.

He saw his sister was about to answer the door, but before she could, he pushed her out of the way.

"HEY!" She yelled in surprise.

Dib grabbed the nearest weapon he could find to ward off the beast...which happened to be an umbrella.

"YAAAAHHH!" Dib screamed as he flung open the door and pointed the folded umbrella at the Antichrist's face, all while he stood in a Kung Fu stance. "YOU'RE NOT WELCOME HERE, SPAWN OF SATAN! GO HOME!"

Upon seeing Dib screaming and waving an umbrella in his face, Pepito's once happy smile quickly faded to an annoyed scowl.

One angry Gaz got up off the floor, tackling Dib to the ground, to Pepito's surprise. "DIB! WHAT DID I JUST SAY ABOUT SENDING YOU TO A NIGHTMARE WORLD IF YOU BUGGED US?!"

"GAZ! You don't understand! He blew up the mail truck!" Dib pleaded as he barely managed to point to the demolished truck through the open door.

Gaz looked at the mail truck laying on its side, engulfed in flames. "So?" She said in her indifferent voice. Years of seeing and hearing Zim destroy various cars, people and property, this didn't surprise her at all. "Let's get Pepito's side of the story." She suggested.

"So?! That poor mailman-"

"Almost ran me over." Pepito finished, folding his arms.

"Wait. What?" Dib asked as he and his sister stared at him.

"Sí. I was on my way over here and he nearly ran me over. So I blew up his truck. He's lucky I didn't explode his head right then and there!" He explained.

Dib didn't believe a word of it. Years of fighting with Zim and the vile alien always came up with some excuse or fake reason for his horrible actions. Well, at least he had it on camera so he could replay it.

"You're lying! You're not the first monster I've had to deal with! It's so typical of an evil creature like yourself to just make up an excuse!" Dib screamed in an accusing manner.

This comment only made Pepito angrier... "FOOL! I've no reason to lie!" He yelled.

Gaz actually felt somewhat embarrassed that her older brother was acting like this in front of him. At this point, she assumed he was probably not looking forward to being here at all. And she didn't want that. Not with her video games at stake.

"DIB! If you don't go back upstairs right now and hide in your room for the rest of the day, I'm gonna make you suffer horribly!" The scary sister threatened as a dark aura now surrounded her.

Dib just looked at her as if she was crazy. "But-"

"Horrible suffering." She warned in a low whisper.

"O-okay!" Dib nervously replied, dropping the umbrella and trotting back up the steps to avoid his sister's dark wrath. He figured he probably shouldn't interfere anymore. Not unless Gaz needed him. And lucky for her, he could just watch them both on the monitor!

Gaz glared at him until he was finally out of her sight. She turned around to face Pepito, who was still standing in the doorway. "Sorry about that. He's crazy sometimes."

The Antichrist shrugged his shoulders. "Eh, it's okay. He's really protective of you. I read his soul...he acts like that everyday?" Pepito asked.

"Yes. I always have to listen to his constant screaming." Gaz complained.

Pepito grimaced. He couldn't imagine listening to such screaming day in and day out. "That must be very annoying."

"HEY! I'm not annoying!" Dib quietly yelled to himself as he watched them on the screen.

"It is...welcome to my house." She responded as she motioned for him to come inside.

Which earned a chuckle out of the Antichrist who entered the home and started looking around.

Gaz shut the door and walked over to the sofa and took a seat, Pepito following her and taking a seat nearby.

He looked at the table in front of him...which was loaded with junk food. So much junk food, it could feed an entire Superbowl party. There were bags of chips, popcorn, nachos, pretzels, candy bars, soda, cupcakes and all sorts of snacks.

Gaz gestured to the table. "Help yourself to some snacks."

Pepito's eyes widened in shock. "That's a lot of food." He replied, looking surprised.

Gaz merely shrugged her shoulders. "Eh...not really. If we run out, I'll just order us some pizza or something."

He looked at her in astonishment. She's a thin girl that has the table loaded down with all kinds of food that was more than enough for the both of them, and she's worried about running out?

"Gracias." He told her, smiling at her. This was literally the first time he had been invited to someone's house...and needless to say, it wasn't exactly easy for him to make friends, let alone be friends with a girl. To say that most people were frightened of him was an understatement. But this girl...really didn't seem to mind?

"No problem." Gaz replied as she actually smiled a tiny bit at him.

Pepito fidgeted somewhat anxiously, he fumbled with his hands. "So uh, doesn't it bother you at all that I'm the Antichrist?"

"So glad you admitted it on camera, Satan Spawn!" Dib whispered in excitement in his room. "Man the Eyeballs have to see this!" He said, sending a message to the Agency on his laptop.

The goth girl raised an eyebrow. "No...Why would it?"

He was surprised at her answer. She didn't even seem fazed the first time he said it. She was full of surprises. "Eh...I don't know. Most humans are terrified of me. I can be rather terrifying. Very terrifying." He responded, bragging about it to her.

"Meh..." She said in her usual indifferent attitude...to his dismay.

After seeing her unaffected reaction, he felt overcome with the need to prove his scariness to her. "Okay...I shall prove it to you!" He declared, leaping off of the sofa and standing in front of her. A fiery aura suddenly formed around him as he levitated above the floor. Flames burst from his hands, as the rest of the room grew pitch black with swirling darkness and ghoulish shadow figures, all while he laughed evilly. "MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

It was indeed horrifying! Especially to Dib, who clutched his chest in a panic attack.

"OH MY GOD! GAZ! I'LL SAVE YOU!" He screamed in a horrific panic, running out of the room to rescue his sister from the demonic nightmare...

"Terrifying, sí?" Pepito asked in a low growl, as he stepped closer to Gaz.

She crossed her arms, unamused. "No." She answered as she watched him like he was putting on a play, rather than a display of fiery demonic power.

Which stunned the Antichrist... "But it's at least spooky, no?" He asked, wanting some form of approval from her.

"No. Not really." Gaz answered. Maybe to every other person on the planet, but not to someone like Gaz Membrane.

"Are you sure you're not even a little terrified?" He inquired, still making flames shoot out of his hands.

"Do I look like the type to be terrified?" She responded in her usual surly voice, placing her hands on her hips and waiting for an answer.

"No." He finally responded as he dissipated the flames from his hands and made the room go back to normal. He sat back down on the couch beside her, pouting.

Gaz noticed this, and while she was now a little amused, she kinda wanted to say something to make him feel better. "I have to admit...that was pretty cool, though."

Pepito perked up after hearing her say that, staring at her. She didn't think he was scary, and it didn't apparently bother her that he was the Antichrist. It was a good thing that she wasn't afraid of him, and it was even better that she thought his scariness was cool. He could get a vague reading on her, but otherwise she was a mystery to him, which was a first. But he knew that she seemed different than anyone else he encountered. And she seemed kinda feisty...which he liked.

Gaz caught him staring at her for a second or two longer than normal. She placed several games on the table in front of him. "Alright. Let's get started."

Dib stood at the top of the stairway, watching the spectacle. He felt somewhat relieved when the Antichrist stopped his scary display of demon power! Except he was now sitting aside of his sister, to his disgust. He marched back into his room before his scary sister would notice...

Pepito looked at the blood and gore on the covers of the games, raising a surprised eyebrow. Most girls (at least the ones he knew) weren't interested in such violent games. "These are all fighting games..."

"Yeah. They're the best kind." Gaz responded with some genuine enthusiasm.

He smiled, content with her choice of games. Yet another thing they had in common. "They're my favorite too."

The goth girl smiled lightly. "Cool... Do you want to play Super Kicky Fighters 12? I wanted to play some locked levels on there and I needed a second player in order to do so." She explained.

"Sure. I had the same problem. I needed another player to unlock the bonus levels on mine but I never had anyone to play with me." He replied, being faced with the same dilemma as nobody wanted to play with the Antichrist.

"Huh. I thought I was the only one." She responded as she scratched her head. She put in the game and handed him a controller.

Dib watched the two of them, as he finally received a response from the Eyeball team. He opened his laptop, eagerly awaiting to show the next Agent. "Agent Dark Booty! Quick! The Antichrist is in my house next to my little sister!" He said, pointing the laptop in the direction of the monitor.

The camera showed Pepito and Gaz sitting side by side...quietly playing their game together.

"Mothman! I've already told you that jokes have no place in the Swollen Eyeball Network." Dark Booty told him, getting irritated.

Dib just stared at him in disbelief. "But I-"

"TIME TO EXPLODE YOUR HEAD!" Pepito sinisterly yelled in a threatening tone of voice.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! WHAT?!" Dib shrieked as his heart jumped into his throat in pure fear as he looked at the camera. Dark Booty looked back at the monitor as well.

"Nice one." Gaz complimented, actually starting to giggle as Pepito blew up one of the other important fighters in the game like it was nothing. She was actually kind of...impressed?

"Gracias." He answered, feeling content that he was starting to impress her.

Gaz smiled. "You got his brains all over the street. I love this game, but the graphics on the 10th one were actually-"

"Better?" He asked, completing her sentence.

"Yeah." She said, kinda surprised since most people argued that the latest version's graphics were definitely the best.

A wave of temporary relief washed over Dib once he realized that the demon wasn't talking about his sister, but rather the video game character.

"Those kids really love their video games. They develop hand eye coordination, you know." Dark Booty said to Dib in amusement.

"NO! Forget the game! Look at his horns!" Dib insisted, pointing to the screen.

"Disembodied Head told me about you. You should be ashamed of yourself." The Agent told him.

"What?! ME?!" Dib asked in surprise.

"Just because he has a different... appearance, doesn't mean he's a paranormal case. He may dress like the devil, but that doesn't mean he IS the devil." The Agent told him, trying to make a point.

"Except he IS! HE IS THE DEVIL!" Dib emphasized, about to go through the roof.

On that note, Dark Booty was disgusted, and promptly ended the conversation.

"Just wait. WAIT UNTIL I SEND YOU THE RECORDINGS! ONCE I- OH MY GOD!" Dib shouted in a panic as he noticed they were no longer playing the game...

He noticed the Antichrist manifesting some more fire in his hands, holding them near his sister!

Dib tripped and flopped on the floor like a noodle, trying to get up to rescue his baby sister. "GAZ! I'M COMING! I'M-"

Dib was about to run out of the room to save her...until he noticed that his sister started to hold a bowl of cheese dip over his hands, trying to heat it. After a moment she took it away and placed it on the table, the two of them dunked some nachos into it and began to eat.

"Mmm. That is better than using the microwave." She admitted.

"Si. I do this all the time. It loses flavor if it's in the microwave too long." He explained.

Dib continued to watch the two of them, his anxiety getting the better of him as he nearly had a heart attack several times over. But so far, so good. They just snacked, and played video games for a while. One thing was weird though. It seemed like they were actually enjoying each other's company. Which was a first for Gaz, who could barely tolerate or socialize with anybody. And seeing that he's the Antichrist and wants to doom everyone. Babysitting the two of them made him forget what else was on his agenda for today. The poor paranormal investigator was soon interrupted by a loud explosion, but it wasn't from downstairs. He rushed to the window, and heard yet another explosion in the distance.

"Zim! ZIM!" He angrily screamed about to rush out the door. Except he was forgetting one thing. "OH NO! What am I gonna do?! I can't leave them alone! But I also can't let Zim destroy the world! What am I gonna do?! Gaz will kill me if I bother them again! MUST. CHOOOOOSE!" He very reluctantly made his choice. He crawled out the window and got in Tak's ship. He HATED leaving them alone, but he figured they made it this far without any incident. Besides, if Pepito did something really stupid, Gaz might just doom him! He piloted the ship out of his yard, and headed toward the direction of a large cloud of smoke in the distance.

In the meantime, Gaz and Pepito had just finished their Super Kicky Fighters 12 game.

She was impressed with his gaming skills, especially since the two of them were fighting in perfect harmony with one another and getting really great scores. Needless to say, she was now in a good mood. "Wow...That was...fun."

"Sí...that was. You're a really good gamer." He said to her, paying her a nice compliment.

"Thanks...And I know." She responded.

Pepito smiled, running his fingers through his hair. "No. I mean, like the best I've ever seen."

On that note she started to blush lightly, Pepito noticing the pale pinkish color on her face, to his delight.

The purple haired girl smiled at him, getting an odd feeling that was foreign to her as she continued to stare at him. "Thanks...You're actually pretty good too."

Coming from Gaz, that was a pretty damn good compliment. And it was the truth. He actually did have skill, and was a true gamer, to her surprise.

"Eh...I try my best. I've been playing video games since I was a little kid." He told her, as he started eating a cupcake.

Gaz's eyes lit up at that comment. "Me too. Which game do you want to play next? I've got the latest Vampire Piggy Hunter game or-"

"Vampire Piggy Hunter. Also one of my favorites. I'll play." He immediately replied, smiling at her.

Pepito handed her the game at the same time Gaz reached for it, their hands touching one another's on accident. At that very same second, they suddenly heard a loud crash, followed by some loud yelling.

They separated their hands, and looked towards the source of the ruckus.

The front door was blasted apart, and one short, angry green alien marched through her home. He had an array of weapons coming out of his Pak, one of which was a laser, a buzz saw, and a mini cannon, and he wore an insane look on his face...

Gaz growled in annoyance, as her day was about to get crazier.

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Pepito Diablo and Gaz Membrane!

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Pepito Diablo (Squee Comics, JTHM) and Gaz Membrane (Invader Zim) by CelestialDarkness666. This is great picture, they look so cute together!