First Snow, an Invader Zim fanfiction

DISCLAIMER: Invader Zim is never mine. So are the other inserted materials. This is a collection of tiny fanfics combined into one. Hope you like it, Ryu. Except for the EXO songfics within.

First Snow, an Invader Zim fanfiction
Time had stopped. First snow had fallen. Feathers on feathers on feathers. A soft blanket on the ground: white on gray on brown. The white snow shall fill all holes. Wherever it falls, wherever it goes. Two children stared; a brother and a sister, their feelings changing to the rhythm of falling snow:

My Turn to Cry
A long, long time ago, there lived a little boy named Dib. Back then, he was three. He had learned to read at the tender age of two (his father was very proud of him for that), so the world had became a testing-ground for his new ability.

In the supermarket: “Broccoli, asparagus, fettuccine, aubergine!”

In the pharmacy: “Hydrocortisone, magnesium hydroxide!”

In the clinic: “Tuberculosis, hyperthyroidism, exophtalmia!”

For some people, he seemed crazy and annoying, but he also had a hobby beyond the comprehension of others. At night, he would climb on a chair he placed next to the window and stared at the night sky. From his room, the sky was dark and starless. He gazed up with his eyes wide open, standing still and as focused as a vigilante, looking for something extraordinary beneath the darkness. He knew that something was waiting out there. All he could do was waiting for a sign.

Other children would busy themselves with dolls, action figures, or other various games of make-believe. Dib, on the other hand, burrowed himself in tales of other planets beyond our own. In his room, he was surrounded by newspapers, magazines, booms and pictures regarding UFOs. To Dib, the exo-planets were never empty. The thought of it filled him with excitement. During these moments, he was just another boy.

People didn’t care much because his beliefs never harmed anyone… till one day, the delicate line was crossed.

It was a stormy autumn night, and Gaz was celebrating her birthday with her father and brother. Gaz was one year younger than Dib and had a round, white face. She couldn’t wait for her birthday cake.

When their father finally arrived, he brought with him a huge, marvellous cake. The cake had a strange shape, humanoid even, clad like an astronaut. Candlelight blazed on its feet and at the top of the cake was a silver head with bug-like green eyes that glowed in the dark. The image settled to Dib’s naive eyes as a threat.

He pushed Gaz aside and yelled, “Stand back, Gaz! I won’t let that alien scum hurt you!” With one swift motion, he kicked the cake off the dinner table and it crashed tragically to the floor.

Gaz shook in her baby chair, her eyes flashing and her body shaking. “Dib, how could you?” She screamed through her tears. Dib was rendered speechless. Her hand reached for the Professor Membrane lamp beside her and knocked it hard on Dib’s head.

The blow was powerful enough to make Dib’s head pound. His head began to spin. He gripped his chair tight as translucent drops slipped down his eyes.

It was his fault after all. He had ruined Gaz’s birthday with his obsessions and now he’d paid the price. Her sadness was placed upon him now.

As Gaz was choked with her tears, Dib realised that it was his turn to cry.

Time Control
Time is strange. It can speed up, then slow down, still it flows at a same rate.

…play, stop, rewind…

Is there such a thing as time control?

Snow was falling down. Professor Membrane held his children’s hands on their way to their favourite restaurant.

The three of them stepped inside.Three seats were occupied. Foods were served in plates. Drinks, poured in crystal prisms, glittered as moonlight beamed. Gaz sat next to his father while Dib sat next to the winter wind on the opposite chair. They began to eat.

Gaz did not like mushrooms, so she gave some of hers to Dib. He gobbled them all up, all too fast to mess up his face.

“You know what, Dib? All that sauce is making your large head look stupid!” Gaz waved her pizza in the air like a Japanese fan. “Wipe them!”

“Wipe your face off them, son!” The professor chuckled behind his lab-coat collar. Dib grinned. Sometimes, he couldn’t help himself. Moments like this are rare.

Dib continued to eat.

“Your ugly, messed-up head is ruining my appetite!” Gaz pressed a sheet of tissue paper to Dib’s face. Dib squirmed. A minute later, the painful ordeal ended. His face was clean again.

“Thanks, Gaz.” Dib smiled, yet she replied with a grunt.

“What?”

The look on Professor Membrane’s face changed. He rose up from the seat, his visage ashen. “I got an emergency call. Sorry, kids, but I have to return to the lab now.”

“Dad!” The children groaned in unison. And it was supposed to be a family dinner.

“Finish all the meals, kids. We can still have dinner together next year, can’t we?” With the rhetorical question asked, the professor left the restaurant.

The disappointed children exchanged stares. “At least we still have our pizza!” Dib tried to coax his little sister. Gaz nodded, but her eyes betrayed her anger. The amber in her eyes glowed like fire embers. Dib could not extinguish that. Hence, he continued to finish his meals and reached for the bottle of pepper.

In its last act of obstinacy, the bottle of pepper slipped from his hand that his elbow knocked Gaz’s glass of soda. The drink splashed onto her dress. Her eyes widened.

“It’s just an accident, Gaz. I’m sorry!–”

Gaz grabbed her father’s half-empty glass of soda and emptied its contents to Dib’s face. The spikes of Dib’s hair hung limp to his face. She was contented. All too contented.

Suddenly, a foreign noise entered Dib’s ears. A girl’s laughter. Dib backhanded his limp hair and saw that Gaz was smiling and laughing at him.

“Are you laughing, Gaz?”

Gaz crossed her arms, her countenance tightened. “No, I’m not, Four-Eyes. Your four eyes are filled with soda.”

“I swear! I swear that you were laughing just now!”

“Shut up!” Gaz grabbed Dib’s glass of soda and spilled it on his shirt. The winter was cold, and Dib felt colder as the winter wind cut through his drenched body.

Still, Dib had let time froze long enough to behold Gaz’s second laughter.

Rewind.

…a foreign noise entered Dib’s ears. A girl’s laughter. Dib backhanded his limp hair and saw that Gaz was smiling and laughing at him.

Stop.

…Gaz was smiling and laughing at him.

If only time could be controlled. Dib knew that sometimes he would miss moments like this. If only he could stop time so Gaz would stay smiling in endless bliss.

Play.

So, he’ll live every second for that moment to come.

Waffenruhe//Ceasefire//Interlude
The night was so cold. Dib wished that it was warmer.

The 12-year-old boy slithered down the sofa and landed with a gymnastic finish. Iridescent lights shimmered in their last triumph before his command reduced them to a black static. He smiled at the silent TV.

His shadow dripped on the walls as he walked to the kitchen. The night was too cold now that a tasty thought filled his huge head. He licked his lips in expectation. This silent night was a ceasefire he had came to relish. He even made himself a cup of coffee to celebrate it. He stirred the water and let the spoon knock against the cup. Steel against ceramic, silver against pristine white, all entwined in a strange lullaby echoing into the night.

He pressed the cup to his lips, willing its heat to flow into him. The coffee sure was tasty. Each gulp brought him a sense of release, followed by a drawn breath. The night was cold and tranquil, but who cares? He exhaled out a cloud again.

Dib polished his glasses. He couldn’t wait any longer. He snatched a nearby box into his trench-coat pocket and made his way into Gaz’s room.

Gaz was asleep on her bed, her amethyst-coloured hair embracing her white pillow. Dib treaded and breathed slowly, not letting his presence known. The cold night gave him a stab at the back of his neck. Gaz turned her head to his side, eyes closed, face graced by moonlight. She was still sleeping. That was what he needed.

Dib approached the corner of the bed. Tonight, Dib is warming up to Gaz. He’d done his sacrifices. Under her blanket, Dib slipped his offering:

A new game for her handheld game Game Slave 2.

He hoped that she would like it.

The Star
Dib wanted a comrade in his fight for Earth, and a sister was given to him. She was a bright star adorned by darkness. To Dib and his father, she was a star that would shine at the darkest of places.

His father agreed more on this. Each time he called for this children, he would look at her and would not look at him. His father, Skoolchildren, everybody. They were not looking at him. They were looking at her, who is the brightest star.

He didn’t mind, though.

Snow kept falling and he was still left behind. Dad praised Gaz a lot, and gave her words of acknowledgement, while he was his poor insane son.

He didn’t mind, though.

She was a fine sister, he knew. She’s the only one he had in the world. He had no friends and no other family members. His dad was a workaholic.

All he needed was an ally in his war against the alien threat. A comrade in his fight for humanity and nothing else. At least he had someone who believed what he saw, life is fair…

Even though everyone looked not at him, but looked at her. The shining star next to him.

What should he do to save the world?

Tell me more about it, shining star!

Miracles in December
ACT 1
Gaz sat on the couch, playing the new handheld game she found at the edge of her bed, sealed with a bow. She enjoyed the game. In fact, any engaging, challenging game would get her hooked instantly. It was a decent recent release after all.

The game was paused.

Gaz got off the couch and stretched out her arms. She looked at the time. It was 12 AM already. The house was empty, and the snow never stopped falling.

Gaz went upstairs and slipped into her cutesy pyjamas. Now she looked like a walking irony.

Listen.

A faint knocking was heard at the door. Then the door swung open, which wasn’t surprising since the door wasn’t locked. Gaz crept slowly out of the room with a baseball bat behind her back. A mostly black figure stood crouching before the door. It lifted its head and groaned under its breath. Its eyes glinted, reflecting a round beam like a full moon. With its hands gripping the doorknob, it spoke: “What’s with that baseball bat?”

“So it’s just you, Dib.” Gaz sighed and dropped her baseball bat to the floor.

“It’s a miracle that I survived!” Dib said feverishly, his excited face marked by cuts. “Gaz! Do you know what that alien scum Zim had done? When I spied into his house, the gnomes seemed to be inactive. I was nearly fooled, but then–”

“Silence, Dib. You can’t ruin this day with that stupid alien-related escapade of yours.”

“No, Gaz, listen! Suddenly, an electrostatic thingy–”

“Enough! Dib! I’ve had enough of your noise!” Whipped up in blind rage, Gaz pushed her brother out of the house and slammed the door shut. Dib tried to get in, but the door was locked in his face.

Even when she continued to play with her handheld game, she could hear Dib pounding on the door:
Madly.
Loudly.
Slowing down.

She took a glance at the door. The winter wind was blowing again.

Even when she continued to play with her handheld game, she could hear the moan of the winter wind: and nothing else.

The emptiness was smothering her. The winter wind moaned again, crying into the night. Each snow drop was a fallen tear drop. Gaz focused her mind on the fantastic graphics of the game, but the thought of the game itself smothered her more.  What had befallen Dib was his fault and his fault alone. Why should she let the emptiness conquer her? After all, she was colder than winter itself.

Nevertheless, blood is thicker than snow.

ACT 2
Dib could feel something warm and small sliding down his cold skin. He took in a shallow breath and felt something sweet melting on his tongue. It felt good.

“Now you’re awake? I thought you’d been frozen to death!”

Dib was jolted out from his unconsciousness. He was lying on the couch and his mouth was stuffed full with popcorns. On the table in front of him was two bowls of popcorns, adequately buttered. The TV was on.
“Hey, it’s Mysterious Mysteries, Ancient Astronaut special!” Dib stuffed his mouth with more popcorn. “You do make nice popcorns, Gaz.”

“Thank you.” Gaz said monotonously.

“My pleasure.” Dib gave Gaz a pat on the head and beckoned her to eat with him. She sat closer and drank her cola.The two children sat silently, watching Mysterious Mysteries for a ceasefire that comes only once a year. It’s one of the miracles in December.

A.N.: Ryu, if you’re reading it, do drop me a comment below, even if you’re not a fan of EXO. All of the fics are songfics except for ‘Waffenruhe’.

Coldly yours,
Lay Landsteiner.

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The Diels-Alder Reaction, or Thoughts on EXO-M

I know
It’s just a covalent bond
Or it’s just my own valency
But how can you say
That it’s neutral?
It’s an unknown miracle
Sweet addition reaction
When four parts 1,3-diene
And two parts of an alkene
Two worlds apart
Are initiated by heat
To form a six-membered ring:
An exo substituent
Who’d ever thought of a reaction
So remarkable?
Forming a bridge
Between two components
Between two worlds
Dissolving the barrier
Of differences
To never forget
That we are one.

A.N: I realised that getting into K-Pop is like falling into a rabbit hole from where is no escape. But then it happened. XD XOXO

With all due respects,
Lay Landsteiner

An Approved and Accepted Lament

# An Approved and Accepted Lament
By Lay Landsteiner

(To Lala and Ryu, you might remember this tale somewhere)

A body at rest will forever remain at rest
Unless acted upon by some external force
That is why I am getting in motion
And will always remain in motion
For I mastered the strange dynamics of us:
Love is a strange force
For every force, there is always an equal reaction
Of opposite direction
I’ll be waiting for yours
Through all of these statics
Say:
Will the notion of perpetual bliss be as absurd as perpetual motion?
Can Science bring you back into my arms?
It’s relative
Anything that moves faster than the speed of light
Will also move backwards in time
To reach the destination we promised
Far beyond what we knew
We should turn back time…
But how?
Love is a strange force
No laws could explain
Now that I realised
It’s the natural law of things
Sometimes
To move forward
We have to leave the past behind
Because
E=mc^2
Where E is Eternal love
m is memory
And c is continuance

Farther Away

Farther Away by Lay Landsteiner, then 14

I wanted you to know
That beneath the skies
Beneath the stars
Someone hears you

I wanted you to know
Somewhere beneath the moon
Farther away
A hand will hold you

I wanted you to know
That in the gloominess
Of evening rain
A song will play for you

I wanted you to know
That in the darkness
Of midnight
A heart is there for you

I wanted you to know
That though you’re alone
The winds will whisper
Their beautiful stories to you

In each drop of rain
There’s a tale
And there’s the wind
To dry your eyes

If you can’t sleep
The crickets will sing
A lullaby

Don’t feel lonely
Somewhere out there
Farther away
Someone loves you

An Ode to the Moon

ODE TO THE MOON

Crafted not to emit light
But to reflect it
Her name embodies the darkness And what lies underneath
The veil of nightfall
Her pale blue glow resonates
Casting shadows upon life after her
But blood red in her eclipse
She wasn’t as perfect as idealised by poets
Her visage was flawed by her weakness
Across her pallid form was a long, deep crack
Showing that she was once pulled apart
But she’s all what’s left of the Sun
The reflected shine after twilight
Be the vessel of my dreams
So I can sail my wishes to the other side
To my lost beloved:
My glowing sun was somewhere out there
Far, far away
In the absence of sunshine
On moonlight shall I feed
But the moon’s faint gleam do pale
Before the sun’s majestic blaze.

Wolf, an Invader Zim + Johnny the Homicidal Maniac fanfiction

Synopsis: As a paranormal investigator, Dib was very grateful when he had finally found a cryptid. However, Nny wanted to claim it for himself.

Geurae Wolf. Naega Wolf. Awoo~
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own ‘Invader Zim’, ‘Johnny the Homicidal Maniac’ and the song ‘Wolf’. Dib, Nny, Kris and Luhan?

Wolf, an EXO songfic

ACT 1
Cryptozoology is characterised by the joy of discovering mysterious or mythological creatures in flesh and blood. Dib had been a paranormal investigator for half of his life, but he had never really caught an enticing creature: an incomprehensible creature that was distracting him.
Bernard Heuvelmans once  wrote in 1988 that “Cryptozoological research should be actuated by two major forces: patience and passion.”
He had close encounters with the creature, yes, but none of them was significant. Though he welcomed with passion, the other party had no patience. No forces were actuated, then… except for a swollen head that caused his big head to appear even bigger. Why? Dib had seen creatures like the Sasquatch, Loch Ness monster, or a toilet ninja, but never a Siren.
Dib is often in danger of straying too close to the Siren, and never had he escaped her wrath. All the wrath of a primeval goddess contained in one soul was too much to handle. She is a creature that presages violent storms. The sky will be bright in her happiness and dark in her rage. Besides, the tide of the seas fluctuated with her heart. Like the ocean, blood is also made of water, so in her vicinity his blood will also ebb and flow, rising and falling violently. Such powers did this creature had!
Dib tugged a book hidden under his bed—The Handbook of Cryptozoology and Mysterious Creatures—and let his fingers dance between the pages as his heart was filled with glee. He looked for an entry under ‘S’.
Siren, a mythological creature in Southern Europe. Sirens have a magical voice that lures sailors to death by their singing…
“Yes! I’m right! At last!” Dib narrowed his eyes and kept reading. Since the Middle Ages, the Siren is described to have a fish’s tail. In modern times, Sirens are even compared to mermaids. To Dib, that wasn’t the case. The Siren he knew stayed true to Greek times, a winged creature. He knew it.  He’d seen the wings on her back as she slept. A mystery with a dangerous allure was she.
“A perfect match! I knew it!”
Dib stormed out of the room and left his book on the floor, knowing that the house was all too silent. After all, won’t hollowness lead to silence?

ACT 2
A dark sky: a pale moon, a desolate bunker. Silhouettes hung low, a fleeting shadow. Blood dripped, seeping down under… and everything else is dead.
Johnny stared at the strange creature held captive at his house. She looked human to him, but there was something about her that wasn’t quite human. Johnny didn’t know why. Maybe it was the night-time eeriness of his bunker no. 777. He found her wandering alone in the middle of the night. Seeing such a young girl wandering alone irked him. It reminded him of the irresponsibility of some parents. Adults with retarded headmeats.  What appeared as mature growth might just be an aftermath of steroid-induced mitosis. Or something like that.
Johnny stared at the strange creature with curiosity. Her hair fell gently in locks like gentle sea waves diffracting upon reaching the shore. Her skin was the colour of beach sands. Her eyes were clear, unpolluted. He could find nothing wrong with her. In fact, her presence struck a little fear into him. Though, she was so innocent, so alarmingly pure—he could feel it. He could feel it at once.
“What are you staring at, Nny?” Mr Eff glared at Johnny with crazy red eyes. He was just a Styrofoam doll, trying to poison Johnny’s deranged mind. “She isn’t here for you to stare at while you could whack her with a strike of a scythe! Shatter her finer than glass! Grate her like cheese!”
Johnny just stood there without moving a muscle. His eyes wandered around in confusion. What was wrong with him? He felt a little lethargic and he didn’t feel like grabbing the knife now. “No, Eff. I don’t feel like doing it right now.” Johnny winced. “Have I fallen ill? I bet it was the cherry Brain-Freezy…”
“No, Nny! Listen here! What’s wrong with you? How’d you get your heart stolen by a defective scumbag?” Mr Eff’s smirk was getting wider. “She’s just like all the other jerks out there. Ugly on the inside, Nny! A one-scream-wonder!”
“I don’t think so.” Johnny gritted his teeth. “I don’t think so!”
“Finish her in a style you’d never tried. You won’t get caught. Wouldn’t it be nice—“
Johnny stared at the strange creature before him. “No, she’s different.” There was a strange aura surrounding her: danger, fragility and simplicity. Johnny was in trouble. He was lured to the rocks. He was lured to an irresistible, powerful feeling. Johnny C, a serial killer began to become fond of his latest victim. “I don’t know why I feel different when I saw her. The look on her face fills me with both fear and happiness. It’s strange, I know, but I couldn’t hurt her. A lone treasure in a sea of balderdash, Mr Eff, can’t you see?” Johnny was shaking now. His drawn face was drained of colour. He started to yell at Mr Eff. “It’s innocence, darn it! I like simplicity!”
“If you’re enamoured by such beauty, let it be.” This time it was Psycho Doughboy who spoke. “Let her raptured beauty be the last thing you see. Let the beautiful happiness wash away your suffering in crimson bliss.”
“Nny, look at me.” Nailbunny implored silently. “Listen. Just do whatever you feel best. I trust you.”
Suddenly the Siren’s eyes widened. Johnny darted his eyes back to her. She looked around and scrutinised the blood on the wall, strange dolls being skewered, the Brain-Freezy splattered floor and knives hanging suspiciously behind her. “So you wanted to kill me?” she folded her arms and spoke with a salty tone.
“Go, then!” Mr Eff cheered.
“But that’s not it! I—I” Johnny stuttered. He bit his lip.
“Fall in love with you? Sheesh!” Psycho Doughboy snickered.
“No!” Johnny raised his voice to erase the delusional arguments from his head. “The night is just too dark. Tomorrow morning would be much safer. I’m Johnny. But since you’re the only one here, you can call me ‘Nny’.”

ACT 3
Dib raced to find his missing Siren with a tracking device in his hands and a dark thought in his mind. He wouldn’t give up just yet. She was the only hope left for him to vindicate himself to the world. If she’s gone, no one could help him—
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
When he stopped by an abandoned bunker, the tracking device beeped crazily. Immediately, he slammed the bunker door open. ”Where is she?”
By impulse, Johnny grabbed a pair of knives from his knee-length boots and locked himself into a defensive position. “Don’t touch her! She’s fine with me!”
“Stockholm Syndrome?” Moonlight gave Dib’s eyes a feral yellow gleam. “But she have to stay where she belongs!”
Johnny glanced at the Siren. He was in trouble because of her? That’s insane! Still, Johnny shielded an arm in front of her while pacing closer towards Dib. “Hold still and keep quiet.”
However, the Siren was not amused. Ocean eyes swirled across the living room. Ethereal lights danced before their eyes. The Siren hovered several inches from the ground and bellowed in a sonorous voice. “If you guy’s won’t stop fighting, I’ll drown you both in your darkest fears!”
The bunker was silent once more. The Siren was calmer now. She landed on her two petite feet, took Dib’s hand and walked out of the bunker. Dib dragged his palm down his face, regretting that his camera was left on his study table. Johnny slipped his knives back into his boots and smiled. “Everyone’s mad here.”
“See, I told you!” Mr Eff mocked Johnny’s failure. “You can’t have her. You’re just a rough beast!”
“It wasn’t fair, nevertheless.” Johnny gazed up to the yellow moon. “I’m a wolf and she’s a beauty.”

A/N: It’s ‘Wolf’ we’re talking about, so I added some cryptozoological touch on this one. Is it working?

Ionic

Beautiful mind
Beautiful arrangements–what are you
I’ll give all my valence electrons for you
Then I’ll be positively charged
For your negative allure
Exothermic reaction
Stabilising attraction
If you’re an anion and I’m a cation
Then I’ll…
Beg for your electrostatic attraction
Into your crystal lattice