Hello Earthanoids, This is Tonerz, I am a friend of the Author known as Shadie, who made a lovely fic entitled "Insert Nifty Title". In this fic, we read that Dib has a Twin Sister, Lex, who has an older brother, he invented the Game Slave. Zim has grown to a hight of 4'9 because of drinking coffee, yet any more and he will Die. They're all in Hi-Skool now. If you haven't read "Insert Nifty Title" yet, SHAME ON YOU! and go back and read it. What I am doing is kind of the 3rd installment, since Shadie has been working on both a prequel and a sequel. This is the sequel that comes after hers...it's all confusing I know...
All Original Zim Stuff Belongs to Jhohen Vasquez and the Idiots at Nickelodeon
All Other Stuff in the Story Belongs to Shadie
All Gummie Bears Worship Me
AND NOW WITHOUT FURTHER ADO...
-[The World, It Goes Boom]-
This is 6 months after the arrival of Seven, The Irken Technician.
"And so class" Said Ms. Bitters, the science teacher, she got the job when the original teacher
was in a most terrible car accident "This is why cold fusion will never be invented and we shall all live in a dark world of dooooom" Then the Bell rang "Class Dismissed, go gorge yourselves with disgusting skool food."
Zim opened his locker door. It was filled with pretty incriminating Irken equipment. The screen in the middle fizzled and then showed GIR, in the Mongoose Dog suit.
"GIR!" Said Zim "How is the Interstellar Gigo-Frizzle Discombobulator coming along?"
"Ummm...the what now?" said GIR who tilted its head in utter confusion.
Zim's head sizzled, he tilted his head, teeth clenched, trying desperatly not to explode in a fit of violent Irken rage "How is out latest experiment GIR?"
"........I have legs, they dance!" replied GIR, who then proceeded to do the macarena.
Zim slammed the door of his locker "Grrraaahhhh!" Zim turned around only to find Dib right in his face, Dib had a large smirk on his face.
"'Latest Experiment' Zim?? Oh come on! You've been working on the Discombobby-wazzits for 6 months now. Give it up, Zim, you'll never get it to work!"
"JUST YOU WAIT Dib Huuuuman, Once the Interstellar Gigo-Frizzle Discombobulator is finished, consider your filthy planet gone! Now Out of my Way!"
Zim walked into the Lunch room, not even bothering to get anything, he sat quietly with his hands together at a table, looking back and forth. Seven walked into the lunch room, sitting directly across from Zim.
"No dice eh Zim? I'm telling you, you NEED my help with your machine! I can get that ready to go in a day." Said Seven, smirking towards Zim
"Nonsense! You are nothing but a Technician! an Irken Invaaader needs no help from a crummy Technician!"
"Ummm sure...whatever. You know Zim, I have tried dozens of times to help you conquer this planet since I came here. But no, you never want it. So I guess I'll just sit back and watch you fail again and again, laughing my Irken butt off." Seven nodded her head and stood to leave. Dib got into her way, Seven just simply picked up Dib and threw him against the wall with no trouble. Zim saw none of this.
Dib got up and dusted off his trenchcoat. He pulled out his laptop computer and accessed the Swollen Eyeball's chatroom...
darkbootie: Ahh welcome Agent Wolfbane, we have been expecting you.
Wolfbane: Zim's Machine is still not operational, I doubt he'll ever get it to run.
darkbootie: This is good news. Yet we Swollen Eyeballs are growing impatient. We must destroy the alien named Zim once and for all, and it is all up to you Dib.
Wolfbane: I am honored to be chosen. But this is a very difficult task, Since Zim's arrival I have yet to gain the opportunity. I may need help.
darkbootie: We are already ahead of you Agent Wolfbane, we have sent out an Agent who will help you.
Wolfbane: Who is it?
Darkbootie: You will find out soon enough. Darkbootie out.
And that's the end of Chapter One. ooooooooooooooh like it so far? It's short yes but come ON! well I have to send this to Shadie so she may approve of it. What will happen next time? Who knows...My mind is drained. See ya later!
Tonerz, Master of Fish Sticks and Tang.
All Original Zim Stuff Belongs to Jhohen Vasquez and the Idiots at Nickelodeon
All Other Stuff in the Story Belongs to Shadie
All Gummie Bears Worship Me
AND NOW WITHOUT FURTHER ADO...
-[The World, It Goes Boom]-
This is 6 months after the arrival of Seven, The Irken Technician.
"And so class" Said Ms. Bitters, the science teacher, she got the job when the original teacher
was in a most terrible car accident "This is why cold fusion will never be invented and we shall all live in a dark world of dooooom" Then the Bell rang "Class Dismissed, go gorge yourselves with disgusting skool food."
Zim opened his locker door. It was filled with pretty incriminating Irken equipment. The screen in the middle fizzled and then showed GIR, in the Mongoose Dog suit.
"GIR!" Said Zim "How is the Interstellar Gigo-Frizzle Discombobulator coming along?"
"Ummm...the what now?" said GIR who tilted its head in utter confusion.
Zim's head sizzled, he tilted his head, teeth clenched, trying desperatly not to explode in a fit of violent Irken rage "How is out latest experiment GIR?"
"........I have legs, they dance!" replied GIR, who then proceeded to do the macarena.
Zim slammed the door of his locker "Grrraaahhhh!" Zim turned around only to find Dib right in his face, Dib had a large smirk on his face.
"'Latest Experiment' Zim?? Oh come on! You've been working on the Discombobby-wazzits for 6 months now. Give it up, Zim, you'll never get it to work!"
"JUST YOU WAIT Dib Huuuuman, Once the Interstellar Gigo-Frizzle Discombobulator is finished, consider your filthy planet gone! Now Out of my Way!"
Zim walked into the Lunch room, not even bothering to get anything, he sat quietly with his hands together at a table, looking back and forth. Seven walked into the lunch room, sitting directly across from Zim.
"No dice eh Zim? I'm telling you, you NEED my help with your machine! I can get that ready to go in a day." Said Seven, smirking towards Zim
"Nonsense! You are nothing but a Technician! an Irken Invaaader needs no help from a crummy Technician!"
"Ummm sure...whatever. You know Zim, I have tried dozens of times to help you conquer this planet since I came here. But no, you never want it. So I guess I'll just sit back and watch you fail again and again, laughing my Irken butt off." Seven nodded her head and stood to leave. Dib got into her way, Seven just simply picked up Dib and threw him against the wall with no trouble. Zim saw none of this.
Dib got up and dusted off his trenchcoat. He pulled out his laptop computer and accessed the Swollen Eyeball's chatroom...
darkbootie: Ahh welcome Agent Wolfbane, we have been expecting you.
Wolfbane: Zim's Machine is still not operational, I doubt he'll ever get it to run.
darkbootie: This is good news. Yet we Swollen Eyeballs are growing impatient. We must destroy the alien named Zim once and for all, and it is all up to you Dib.
Wolfbane: I am honored to be chosen. But this is a very difficult task, Since Zim's arrival I have yet to gain the opportunity. I may need help.
darkbootie: We are already ahead of you Agent Wolfbane, we have sent out an Agent who will help you.
Wolfbane: Who is it?
Darkbootie: You will find out soon enough. Darkbootie out.
And that's the end of Chapter One. ooooooooooooooh like it so far? It's short yes but come ON! well I have to send this to Shadie so she may approve of it. What will happen next time? Who knows...My mind is drained. See ya later!
Tonerz, Master of Fish Sticks and Tang.