Now Presenting My New Story…
THE GAME SLAVE 4
A/N: Hello Everyone! This is only my second Invader Zim fiction, and the first one was a one-shot. Much like that one, Dib and Zim don't let each other die, though they do try to kill each other from time to time. Still, I can't promise that Gaz won't kill them. Zim and Dib are enemies who help each other for mutual benefit. Frenemies, if you will, just like my first Invader Zim story.
There are NO PARINGS in this story. Not with Gaz, not the boys with each other, nothing. No romance at all. Just pure action, humor, and hopefully AWESOME. It's a gamer's dream. (Meaning my dream. And yes, I count as a gamer.)
Invader Zim belongs to Jhonen Vasquez, whom is my Goth King and forever will be. I dedicate this to him, and shout a big freaking HELL YEAH about the new Invader Zim comic coming out on July 1st 2015! As fans, it will be our job to BUY THE DAMN COMICS and make sure the Zimiverse LIVES ON FOREVER! If enough comics are bought, THEY'LL NEVER BE DISCONTINUED! NEVER!
RISE, FANS! RISE AND SUPPORT OUR GOTH KING IN HIS CREATIONS! And hey, enjoy my story while you're waiting for the next comic issue. ^^
Chapter 1: Before the Storm
It was a dark and twisted afternoon, which was exactly usual for the young Paranormal Investigator Dib and the Irken Invader Zim. Zim was currently screaming and running down the street in a panic. Skool had just ended, and Dib was wielding some new technology created from some paranormal junk he'd ordered and the inter-dimensional device his father had created. Dib promised it would "send the alien scum to the worst universe imaginable." Whether or not Zim believed that it would work, he ran.
Zim was coming up close on his house, and Dib knew by experience that if Zim made it inside it would mean bad news. Dib fired his dimensional ray, an unsatisfying click sound being produced along with a clunking of metal in the gun. Gray smoke puffed out and Dib coughed as he inhaled some. Zim slammed his front door shut.
"Damn it," Dib said. He slouched and turned to head home when, unexpectedly, the door to Zim's house re-opened. Zim stood there, as tall as he could, holding what looked like a very dangerous Irken gun. "Oh crap," Dib said before running off down the street. Suddenly their rolls had been switched and Dib was running for what he assumed would be his life.
"There's no escaping me now, filthy Earth-Stink! I am ZIM!" Zim ran after him, leaving the safety of his home in favor of chasing the Big-Headed boy.
They both sprinted down the streets, nearing Dib's house. Unlike how Dib always stopped at Zim's door, both boys ran into the house, Zim clearly not caring about intruding. The only reason Dib stayed out of Zim's house was because of Zim's defense anyways. If the Dib-Human was too stupid to have proper defenses for his home, then why shouldn't Zim just run in?
The clearest answer was Gaz.
Gaz was sitting at the dining table playing on her super rare Game Slave 4. Only one hundred of them had ever been sold because of their mysterious power source. No one knew how they ran, they were never drained of battery power, and they had strange effects on other advanced pieces of technology. After a case where one made a flying car crash into a government building, the GS4 had been discontinued and they were currently working on a GS5. Gaz hadn't been able to buy one herself, but she had tracked someone down and done horrible things to them in order to have theirs.
She was currently playing "Vampire Piggy Hunter, Extreme Rare GS4 Edition" with ultra sound and High-Definition effects. Gaz had to admit, whatever they'd put into this Game Slave, it was amazing. It was drastically different than the other Game Slaves. Didn't run out of power, had surround sound with only the one speaker, a holographic projector screen, and the bonus effects on technologies that could kill people. It was everything Gaz could ever hope for, and more. She didn't care how it was made as long as it was hers.
Dib came running into the room, Zim following behind him. They were screaming and running circles around the table Gaz was still sitting at. The force that she pressed her buttons with increased as the pestering noise continued. Her eye started twitching until finally she'd had enough. She slammed her GS4 onto the table and stood. Her chair was pushed back in the motion and moved directly into Dib's way. He tripped on it, landing on the floor, and soon Zim was tripping on Dib's big head, falling down on top of him.
"Oww. My head," Dib complained. The force of falling on the floor and Zim falling on him rattled his brain. Zim struggled to stand up.
"Filthy Earth-Pig! Get off me!" Zim said angrily.
"You're the one who fell on me!" Dib replied.
"YOU LIE!" Zim screamed, finally having stood. He pointed his ray at Dib. Dib rolled to the side, grabbed his own device, and got up. They were now pointing their rays at each other and screaming.
"Your foolish technology doesn't ever work!" Zim said.
"So?! Maybe it'll work this time!" Dib responded.
"Pft. As if! It'll never work!"
"Will too!"
"I'm holding Irken technology! You'll be dead soon, so I wouldn't worry about it!" Zim laughed maniacally. Gaz growled.
She reached forward and pulled the devices from each of them, throwing them on the table. Both of them tapped the GS4.
"If you two don't shut up, I'll rip out your organs and blend them into a smoothie," she said calmly, making Dib shudder and Zim scream out "NOT MY SQUEEDLYSPOOCH!"
Gaz growled again at Zim's annoying outburst when the room suddenly got a lot colder, and a breeze started up.
'Hey, I didn't do that,' Gaz thought.
The three turned to look at the table. Gaz's GS4 was now levitating a few inches off the table and its usual purple color was producing a pinkish glow. The other two devices were starting to quake and rattle.
"HEY!" Zim called out and pointed at the GS4. "That's built with cheap replication of Irken technology! This can't be! How'd you Earth-Filthies get your grimy hands on Irken technology!?" Zim screamed.
"Irken?" Dib asked. "You mean this whole time Gaz's rare GS4 has been a piece of altered and replicated Irken technology? Cool!"
"Not 'cool' Dib-Stink! It's extremely unstable!" Zim yelled. "You low-level humans aren't ready to handle the technologies of superior beings like Irkens!"
Gaz stopped listening to them and instead watched her GS4. It was shaking and producing a sound high enough to shatter the kitchen windows. Zim and Dib's ray guns were rattling and beginning to lift off the table too, so Gaz saw this as the perfect time to leave the room. She walked out as the boys continued to argue, not noticing the two devices had now joined with the GS4 and were pointing at them. The rays fired, each hitting one of them and the two nemeses disappeared.
Gaz walked back in after a bright pink light flashed. On the table was her GS4. Zim, Dib, and the guns were all gone. Gaz shrugged and picked back up her game. She was in the middle of a super awesome pig-killing level and she really wanted to get back to it.
She turned the device on, a little message flashing on the screen.
'An alternate version of the game has been installed. Please defeat the alternate version before continuing with regular levels.' The little screen said. Underneath was a 'Play Alternate Version' option and a 'Continue with Regular Levels' option. Gaz really wanted to get back to her level, so she clicked 'Continue with Regular Levels.' Another note popped up.
'Regular levels cannot be continued until the alternate version is completed.'
A growl started deep in Gaz's throat. "CURSE YOOOOOOUUUUU!" She screamed, completely losing her composure. After a minute of screaming she mumbled "whatever" and clicked 'Play Alternate Version.'
Instructions popped up on the screen. 'Destroy all other players without being killed by the Vampire Piggies,' it said. Gaz grumbled and pressed 'Continue.'
A/N: Please Review! I hope you like it. X)
And don't forget to buy the damn comic on July 1st 2015 on OniPress! You can rest assured I'm sure as heck buying one! And read this story whenever you're waiting for the next issue. XD