Hmm… Alright, so this will be my first chapter-story for Invader Zim. I've been writing it in school (on free times, of course, heheh). I think it's actually turning out alright, so far.
So, read on, reader!
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Present: Earth, 20xx
A barren wasteland. No signs of healthy life, rare amounts of water, no green at all. This is what the Earth had come to. After all his efforts, nothing came out of it besides failure; they were as wasted as the land around him.
He bent down and reached out. Water was what he hoped for, dirt is what he expected, dirt is what he received. He dropped it in disgust. This is what it all had come down to. Pathetic.
His eyes, matching the dull brown dirt that signified the dead trials of time, looked forward, glaring at a figure not yet in sight. He moved onward. His eyes didn't dare glance away towards the stone statues, littering the barren land, that stared past him.
After what seemed like years, but were mere hours—time was lost to him anyway—he arrived to his destination. Technology mixed with sand. Future mixed with past, forcing the present into a fetal position of madness, corruption, and confusion. The world was lost, but he was going to change that.
In the distance, yet not too far away, "his" voice was heard. It was cold, but fun-loving, amused, childish. Like it was such a long time ago. Maybe that was just his imagination, a dream, long lost through memories of sanity and madness from growing up in this present and that past.
He navigated through the souls he would've once looked at with pity and caring. Back then, each individual mattered; a life lost was a failed mission. Now, it's all about the masses. He just didn't have the time for every soul's need. If one was killed, who was he to care? They never did for him. He was only here for, exactly, one.
Finally, using his black cloak and the shadows as cover, he came to where he had been searching for—preparing for—for a lifetime. As he neared, those eyes locked on him, narrowed slightly, but did nothing else. They watched as he stopped within reaching distance. Two sets of eyes lock on one another, but neither bodies did anything. He shuddered under the cold, dulled, revenge-filled gaze. It was just them now. The world no longer mattered.
"Zim."
"Dib."
His heart sank as the words of his name were spoken so hollowly. There was no spite, no annoyance, no liveliness. The name blew away in the dull breeze like nothing. His name was nothing to the other anymore. It was intended for nothing, and so that's what he showed, but deep down it hurt.
Maybe all hope really was lost.
