They Said It Outright
Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim, I never owned Invader Zim, I never will own Invader Zim, I'm not the producer of Invader Zim, I'm not related to the producer of Invader Zim (I think) and I'm definitely not Invader Zim. So there! Should I start the story now??
I knew it all along, ever since I saw their stunned expression when they saw I was alive at the end of that six-month journey. That six-month span of time in silent contemplation, save for GIR's ramblings, had brought me to my senses, but if they expected me to be the same moron I used to be, I could act, giving fake attempts to my fake mission. Thank goodness for Dib, so it would look a little more realistic when I lost, and the Tallest wouldn't see past my charade. If they knew I knew of their game,they'd simply call me back and put me in jail so I wouldn't fly back crying and destroy the rest of the radioactive rock they called Planet Irk, as I accidentally started in Operation: Impending Doom I. When they said it to my face, and cut the communication link forever, I just shrugged it of and stopped acting like the idiot they expected of me, since the danger of locking me up was gone. Let me tell you, Dib and the others at skool were shocked at my attitude transformation. Dib, of coarse, was suspicious, and finally got the whole story out of me, but it took him years, since I haven't been the tell-the-universe-what-I'm-doing, talk-to -myself-about-every-thought-I- have type. Not since those six months in the voot runner, even though I have acted otherwise, even though it was pure lie. Against all odds, Dib and I are actually friends now, and I'm -dare I say it?- almost human. I actually sorta like this planet. I'd been faking in front of all of Irk, and Earth, all this time, saying I believed in "the mission" but they didn't want my info and I knew it. But they said it outright, and now it's better.
Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim, I never owned Invader Zim, I never will own Invader Zim, I'm not the producer of Invader Zim, I'm not related to the producer of Invader Zim (I think) and I'm definitely not Invader Zim. So there! Should I start the story now??
I knew it all along, ever since I saw their stunned expression when they saw I was alive at the end of that six-month journey. That six-month span of time in silent contemplation, save for GIR's ramblings, had brought me to my senses, but if they expected me to be the same moron I used to be, I could act, giving fake attempts to my fake mission. Thank goodness for Dib, so it would look a little more realistic when I lost, and the Tallest wouldn't see past my charade. If they knew I knew of their game,they'd simply call me back and put me in jail so I wouldn't fly back crying and destroy the rest of the radioactive rock they called Planet Irk, as I accidentally started in Operation: Impending Doom I. When they said it to my face, and cut the communication link forever, I just shrugged it of and stopped acting like the idiot they expected of me, since the danger of locking me up was gone. Let me tell you, Dib and the others at skool were shocked at my attitude transformation. Dib, of coarse, was suspicious, and finally got the whole story out of me, but it took him years, since I haven't been the tell-the-universe-what-I'm-doing, talk-to -myself-about-every-thought-I- have type. Not since those six months in the voot runner, even though I have acted otherwise, even though it was pure lie. Against all odds, Dib and I are actually friends now, and I'm -dare I say it?- almost human. I actually sorta like this planet. I'd been faking in front of all of Irk, and Earth, all this time, saying I believed in "the mission" but they didn't want my info and I knew it. But they said it outright, and now it's better.