Bad title. Very bad title. I know.
This is my First Invader Zim drabble thing. It's really bad, I'm sure. I'm pretty sure everyone is pretty much out of character, but they're older, and they've changed. Everyone changes as they get older. If you don't like it, then oh well. I will probably be doing art on this…thing.
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim.
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Eight years.
It took eight years, but it was almost his.
The world was his. Earth was nothing but a sphere of fiery, barren land and water clutched in his gloved hand as he crushed it in his claws. He could hear their terrified screams and panicked pleas as they stood below the Irken.
Zim had changed. He was different. He was Irken. He was insane. But he was still Zim. He was not the old Zim, he was a new Zim. Older, smarter, quicker, stronger.
He had his own uniform now. Though he could not defy his Irken blood, he now wore his own Invader uniform. He no longer wore the pink striped shirt with black pants and slick black boots. His new uniform was of his own creation. A black shirt had replaced the traditional pink, silver thread laced into the silky fabric with such care it seemed as if a professional had made the shirt, not a three fingered alien. Across the back the Irken symbol was etched in with blood-red thread. Long, similar pants covered his long legs and at the end, heavy silver combat boots covered his feet, matching the gloves and arm-covers he wore.
Zim looked around, pleased with himself as he watched the pink, fleshy creatures scurry along as their lives were ripped and torn apart. Soon he'd head in and complete the final stage. The ending of human freedom would be sweet, and it would be thanks to his dear Almighty Tallest.
He'd overheard their conversation and learned the truth while he was still in the first stage of his plan.
They knew he'd be calling soon, as he called every three days at the Earth time of noon to report in on his mission on the "Uncharted" planet. But he'd called early this time. And he heard the Tallest as they talked of him.
The static cleared away to reveal the almost empty control room, save for the occasional crewmember and the two highly respected Irkens. They all faced away from the screen, unaware of the unwelcome call. Zim opened his mouth to give the usual greeting but he caught his name in the Tallest's conversation.
"Why does he still call? Has he not figured out that his mission is a hoax?" Red asked his companion, lounging slightly in a royal looking chair munching leisurely on a doughnut.
"I doubt it, he is insane, remember? That's the whole reason we sent him there, to keep him away from us. We don't want to end up like Almighty Tallest Miyuki and Almighty Tallest Spork, do we?" Purple replied nonchalantly as he sipped his soda, waving his Irken hand in a "Duh" sort of way.
"No, we do not. Good point. Luckily for us, he will not be returning. As you remember, that…thing we gave him, the malfunctioned SIR bot cannot keep supplying him with the precious minerals we need. As everyone knows, once an Irken goes without those for one month, their organs will begin to die, one by one until the Irken them self dies.
" We only gave him enough for ten years, and if he somehow does return before his supply runs out, we shoot him on spot. That's what we decided." Red replied, handing two of the doughnuts to Purple as he held out his hand, asking for the sweet circular objects that they loved.
"Yeah. You know, we weren't chosen the Tallest for nothing." Purple said proudly, puffing out his chest underneath his armor. "We have super brains that keep this race alive and strong. How else would he have destroyed all of those weak planets so easily and gotten such a powerful ship? It's because we--LOOK! THEY HAVE FRESH DOUGHNUTS!"
The two cheered, instantly rushing away wit a purpose after throwing down the old sack of doughnuts on their chair, oblivious to the terrifying scene of their crew snatching the doughnuts from the ground and attempting to rip each other apart in order to eat one of the sweet delicacies.
Zim's jaw tightened at the memory. His sharpened teeth grinding together until they ached as he remembered the sadness and rage he felt after that. Then killing depression that followed, and the white-hot fury that continued the chain of emotion. Now there was only Zim left. But it was not really…Zim. It was not the old Invader Zim who was bent on pleasing his Tallest. He no longer cared about
But he didn't care. He took the taunts, continued watching, continued experimenting. He experimented on everything. He experimented on humans, he experimented on Gir, he experimented on his ship, he experimented on himself. His Pak is more advanced, Gir is fully functional and can cause more chaos than any other SIR bot, and his weapons were terrifying and could disintegrate anything.
He was unstoppable. He was unmatched. Except for one.
The Dib human had grown with him, both in intelligence and height. But Zim was superior, always superior. Earth's gravity was so much weaker than Irk's. He was once the smallest Invader, but now, he was sure he was much taller than the ones who left him to die. As soon as he wiped out this tiny planet, he would head to the Massive and kick those fools off of their thrones. But that Dib-worm. He was getting smarter and also taller. Zim would have nothing of this.
Suddenly, an enraged shout snapped the Invader from his thoughts. He looked at the ground, glancing at whoever dared shout at him like that. His smooth green skin seemed as if it would split as an insane grin broke out across Zim's face, his slithery tongue lolling out between the sharp fangs held within his mouth as four spider-like legs slid silently out of his Pak. The legs he'd experimented on for so long were much longer to fit with his larger body.
The legs dug into the brick wall as he crawled from the roof with an air of authority. As he reached the ground, he gave a mock wave to the person who confronted him, his three, long fingers wiggled as he stared at the human with his large, pink, insect-like eyes. A pair of human eyes covered in goggles glared back coldly. The human wore clothing similar to what he war as a child, except for minor changes on the shirt.
"Well, Dib, it seems you found me. What ever shall I do?" He drawled, lowering his antennas in a bored way and retracting his metal legs. Dib continued his poison laced glare.
"Zim, you've gone too far. Look what you've done! You've made a living Hell! And all you do is sit back and watch! The whole world is like this and you seem to just enjoy it all!" Dib snarled; his goggles lifted from his face to show fiery eyes filled with hate. Zim looked at Dib as if he'd babbled like a complete maniac before letting loose an insane cackle, his new uniform showed as his thin chest inflated and deflated as he sucked in the air as if a delicious aroma was slitting through the air.
"I am enjoying this, Dib. This is what you held back for so many years. But now, I only have one stage to go! But don't worry, Dib, you won't be killed. You'll be here to see it all. Because you're going to be my personal slave, my experiment subject. The human body is intriguing, and I will experiment on your body until the day your body dies and begins to rot." Zim stated, his voice showing his confidence in his plan. It had to work. It just had to.
"No way, Zim. I won't let you. This is a far as you're going. This is where it ends." He growled, pulling a large weapon from the carrying case strapped to his back. The gun's silver metal gleamed red and yellow with the fire's reflection with a tint of purple from two glowing orbs that seemed to be levitating on either side of the lethal machine.
"I've studied your species, Zim. Your race runs on a certain mineral that is so rare, only one source is known, and it is so heavily guarded not even you could break in to reach it. But, because of dad, I have access to it. And, by tampering with it, I discovered that I could switch its properties to where it will kill an Irken. Which is what this little beauty is for." He chuckled as he gestured to the weapon in his hands.
A look of shock crossed Zim's features before calmness graced it once again.
"Oh, I do not have to worry about that. You aren't going to fight me, oh no. You'll be fighting Gir." Zim said, his serrated teeth gleamed as he gave a smile that could charm a baby bird from its nest.
"You mean that pathetic thing? It won't be able to help you! It's got more bolts in its head than I do!" He laughed at the thought of the crazy robot trying to attack. He had not been to Zim's now more normal looking house since the left the Skool, thus he did not know of the improvements made. This is why he was confused when Zim laughed harshly before stopping suddenly, a look of fury and fight scrawled across his green face.
"Gir! Attack!" Zim shouted, his antennas lowering dangerously and his pink eyes squinting menacingly as the mechanical legs extended him and carried him back to his previous spot as he glared down at a confused Dib.
A rabid snarl from behind made Dib turn on his heel, just in time to see a gigantic green dog charge before tackling him to the ground. Dib let out a yelp as his back hit the hard, cold concrete beneath him. The weight of the dog crushed his chest a moment before his jumped off him nimbly; it's eyes nothing but pit-less black with a glowing red center as it stared at him with merciless eyes. Dib struggled to raise himself up as he took in the appearance of the once gentle robot in disguise.
Once goofy eyes were now nothing but fierce eyes that showed nothing but loyalty to its master. The disguise was much more cleverly made; it resembled that of an actual dog. The only distinct trait was the green fur, unusual markings, and the cruel vibe that poured from the creature. Thick green fur covered the body and face, stretching from pointed ears to a heavy tail. The legs and tips of the dog's ears and tail were a thick, glossy black color. The same fur was stretched down the back in a jagged line along with lightning-like markings that covered the dog.
Dib was snapped from his thought as Gir charged once again; he could distantly hear Zim cackling madly into the sky as the fight began.
Gir once again pounced Dib's chest and snapped razor teeth inches from Dib's face, iron claws digging through the fabric of his shirt and into the soft skin. As Dib glanced into the dog's mouth, he saw it had been filled with three rows of sharp, metal teeth, each covered in so many barbs he winced just looking at the teeth. Dib yelped and heaved, managing to make the gigantic dog fly off of him. He stood shakily before digging in his trench coat for another weapon, knowing he needed to save the other gun for the one who pulled all the strings.
A hand receded from within the coat to pull out a gleaming handgun. He had no time to aim as Gir leapt at him once again, latching onto his arm with a vice grip, grinding all three rows of the barbed teeth deep into his opponent's arm. Dib hissed in pain, though it was not as bad as it could have been because of the thick fabric of his trench coat, he could still feel the barbs digging into his vulnerable skin. Hefting his arm as high as he could, he aimed the gun right between Gir's eyes and pulled the trigger. An ear-splitting BANG! sounded and Gir immediately let go, stumbling back with a hole going straight through his head. Dib looked at his arm, wincing as he saw the blood His appearance began to flicker before the holographic disguise disappeared, showing the little robot's real form.
Gir now looked like a true SIR bot, with shining red eyes and his own specialized weapons. Gir put a hand up to his head and placed it over the smoking hole where the bullet had penetrated his metallic skull as a child would do if someone had poked their forehead, his eyes flashing turquoise and tears brimmed. Apparently some glitches still remained.
His eyes turned back to Dib, the red eyes back and all traces of tears gone. His arms extended and three hook-like claws extended from the ends of his fingers as he took an unfamiliar battle stance. Dib was not ready for what hit him, though.
Gir seemed to move like air, quicker than Dib could react Gir jumped onto Dib's chest and slammed both of the talon-tipped hands into his shoulders. Dib let out an agonized yell as he dropped the gun and clawed at Gir, trying to pry him loose before he hit something vital. Gir seemed to have no intention of letting go as he sunk the metal claws deep into Dib's flesh, his clothes beginning to go from the night-black color to a dark red as blood seeped from the wounds. Zim's commanding shout interrupted the fight and Gir let go immediately. Dib visibly flinched as he saw the once silver steel was now dripping with his bright red blood.
"Gir, that is all. We do not wish to kill the pig human. Come to Zim, little piggy." Zim called out in a commanding tone while holding out his arms in a way that you might hold your arms if you wished to receive a hug. Gir saluted before hear Zim as he said little piggy. As soon as those words left Zim's mouth Gir's eyes went back to a lively blue as he squealed and jumped up the wall to Zim, grasping Zim in a tight hug. Zim showed a strange display of affection as he snuggled Gir's hard metal body. He noticed Dib's pained, but confused expression. He grinned.
"Ah, you are confused Dib-human. Very well, I will explain. As you can see, Gir has changed, and it was all thanks to those fools that I thought were my leaders. You see, after they left me, the only one I had left was little Gir here." He stated, emphasizing "little Gir" with an affectionate snuggle that was happily returned. "He was the only one who was loyal to me. I could still trust him, and he was loyal to me. Even if he was a poor, insane little robot, he was still there. And he always will be!"
Zim shouted the last word as he moved a hand up to Gir's head and twisted off it off. Dib gasped as he saw how Zim had ruthlessly torn the head from the body. Zim only cackled and set the two separated parts on the roof in front of him. As they watched, Gir's headless body stood up quickly and trotted over to where his head lay, giggling insanely. Gir picked up his head and held it over his body. Wires extended from the severed neck and snuck into the head, pulling the head back into place.
"That tickled, master! Can we do it again?" Gir asked in a demented voice as he hopped from foot to foot, clapping his hands. Zim simply bent down and patted the little robot's head.
"No, no. We can't do it again Gir, but I tell you what. After we finish off these pig smellies we'll do that again. How's that?" Zim asked in a cooing voice, his answer was a high pitch squeal. Zim then looked back at Dib. "Now, Gir, you see that shiny thing down there? Fetch it for me."
Gir saluted, his eyes turning red once again as he jumped down from the building and ran towards the lethal weapon. Dib gasped and ran towards the gun as well, but as Gir easily passed him, he reached out a left a deep gash in the human's side. Dib yelled out and fell to his knees in pain, his breath coming out in short gasps as blood poured from his additional wound.
"Damn you, Zim! Damn you!" He yelled out at the Irken as Gir picked up the gun and returned it to his master. Zim picked up the gun from Gir, giving him a pat on the head and examining the gun. After five minutes of mock concentration, Zim threw back his head and laughed hard and loud. His laugh was rough and sounded of triumph and a hint of relief. He dropped the gun and it clattered to his feet as he doubled over with his laughing. As soon as his laughing started, it came to an abrupt stop and he straightened his back, clearing his throat.
"Stupid, huuuman. That thing could not kill me. It would sting for a good few days, but it would not kill me. You fail. But, thanks to you, you've helped me in completing the final stage." Zim stated, his grin growing wider, if possible. Dib's eyes grew wide with shock as he saw robotic arms extend from Zim's Pak to lift the gun up. Another two extended from his Pak and began to tinker with the gun. Zim explained what he was doing as the robotic arms did the work.
"You did manage to successfully switch most of the minerals properties around, but they would not have killed me. As a matter of fact, it would have killed you pathetic little earth monkeys. I am now changing the beam it would have created to a wolrd-wide sonic boom-like explosion. It will send out a wave that will poison you humans, eating you from the inside out, eating your innards then chewing away at your skin. Only the strongest will survive, and they will become my slaves and my soldiers. I thank you for this, Dib, it would have taken me weeks to make this gun!" Zim cackled out, a wild look in his gleaming pink eyes. Dib looked at him in horror.
"…You're insane. Purely insane. No wonder your Tallest left you to die." Dib muttered out, wincing as his wounds stung. Though he soon wished he didn't say those words.
A look of pure rage decorated Zim's features. His three fingers tensed tightly inside of the glove as he glared at Dib. His teeth completely bared in a ferocious snarl as his eyes glittered dangerously. He set the gun in Gir's waiting arms and the wire-like legs extended as the robotic arms retraced. He climbed down the wall so slowly that the tension in the air was almost suffocating. He continued his slow walk towards Dib, before finally reaching him. He reached down with one long arm and grabbed the scythe-like lock on his head and yanked it viciously. Dib squealed in pain as he was yanked to his feet by the lock of hair. He never knew the alien had such raw strength in those thin arms. Dib was lifted off his feet and lifted to eye level as he grabbed holding of the Irkens arms to try and take the pressure off his head.
"Don't you ever dare speak to me like that again. Never say that. I never want to hear those words leave that damned mouth of yours again. I left them, they didn't leave Zim. They are not worthy of Zim. You are not worthy of Zim, but I am your master now, and you will be respectful." Zim hissed with such malice that Dib was sure he would be slaughtered right then and there. Dib tried to turn his face away as Zim continued his narrow-eyed glare. Zim's eyes almost seemed to have gone from the bright pink to a dark red with rage. Zim saw that he was trying to turn his head away, but he reached out with his free hand and grabbed Dib's jaw, digging his cloth-covered claws deep into the skin and into the jawbone.
Another robotic arm extended from Zim's Pak and placed a large collar around Dib's neck. Zim dropped Dib and he fell to the ground with a thud. Zim retracted the legs and arm and straightened his back, loosening the collar of his uniform as he looked down at the human at his feet.
"That is a slave shock collar. If you try to defy me, or even think of defying me, that collar will give you an extremely painful shock. The more shocks you receive, the stronger they become until it becomes strong enough to kill you. I do not recommend dying. That means you must stay loyal to me. Also, as time goes on, the collar will brainwash you to being loyal. To the point where I can trust you as much as dear Gir." Zim cooed as he crouched to stick his face in Dib's. "Doubt no loyalty."
Zim then lifted his head, gesturing to Gir. Gir came obediently to Zim's side and handed him the gun. As Dib looked up in horror, four wire like poles extended from the Pak and created a shining force field around them. He was now completely aware of the other humans still panicking and running around them, screaming about the end of the world. Zim lifted the gun into the air, aiming at the sky. He cackled madly as his finger tightened on the trigger.
There was a blinding flash, and a sound that could not match that of the loudest thunder boom. Dib was forced flat as a pressure forced him down. Seconds later, all was quiet, except for one noise. And that was Zim cackling and his own groans of pain. The next words made Dib's heart sink and all hope was swallowed, lost forever and the sight of piles of bloody flesh-covered bones and hell-ish landscape.
"THE EARTH IS MINE!"
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Yiss, this is the worst thing ever. Especially the ending, worst ending ever. I think I need to stop writing now, before I burn another person's eyes out.
Review if you wish to tell me how bad this was.