Okay, first things first. My version of the Irken language is nothing like any real language. I was watching The Nightmare Begins the other day, (fifth time, I think.) and I listened hard, and I picked up what Dib heard when he overheard the invasion plans. It was, in fact, in another language. I know, and I know at least one word. Empire, from what I remember, sounds somewhat like seli. So that is at least a close version of the Irken word for Empire. And yes, I know that this is just a little used. But I am sincerely hoping that it's not too bad.
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from Invader Zim. However, I do own Malleh. Who's Malleh? You'll see…
It was a nice spring evening, at about 9:00. Most people were inside, including the ones in the one strange house that everyone when they first saw it was more than a little shocked. It was wedged between two large buildings, and had this almost bizarre look to it.
This house was considerably larger than it had been a few years ago. Inside the house, if you had been in there a few years ago, you would find that much was changed. The rather scary picture that had once hung over the couch was gone, replaced by something like a family portrait, with three people in it, who were obviously father, mother, and child.
The toilet was no longer in the kitchen, like it had initially been. And, when looking up, unless you focused really hard, you didn't see the once familiar tubes that helped mark this house. Instead, you thought you saw a pale painted ceiling.
The house wasn't the only thing that was different. The inhabitants of the house were too. Correct, inhabitants. Instead of just one resident, there were no9w two. However, up until a year ago, there had been three.
Now the younger of the two was down in her father's lab. Yes, lab. For this was Zim's house. The young girl was sitting in front of a computer, reading something in a strange and foreign text. At first glance, she was like any other girl.
She wore a black pair of overall shorts, a magnate shirt, black tights, knee high boots, and black gloves. Also, she wore a backpack. It was a little unusual looking, being magenta with black spots on it. She had long black hair, which hung down her back in waves. But when you looked closer, you noticed that she wasn't like any other girl.
Her skin was strangely off color, like a very pale color, with a tinge of pastel green. But that wasn't what you noticed the most. She had two antennae on the top of her head, that were slightly curled under. And, she had big, red eyes with long black lashes.
This was Malleh, daughter of Invader Zim. She was smiling at what she was reading, and occasionally laughing. However, every now and then she'd look around cautiously. She couldn't get caught. She would be in big trouble if she did. Because what she was reading, was her father's old journal.
He had kept one for many months after he first landed on earth and had been introduced to them. Many of the things he had written amused Malleh. She knew for sure that her father had been rather… idiotic when he was first on earth. The particular entry that she was reading was extremely interesting. Translated from Irken, it read as follows:
This, this horrible planet with it's filthy stink beasts! I can hardly take it any more! That Dib, how nasty is that, ugh.. Human? Wherever I go lately, he has a water gun with him. At least he's given up on that 'water balloon' idea of his. The filthy stink beast Dib will never raise a 'water balloon' to me again! I have yet to defeat this planet, but of course, it is only a matter of time! The great Invader Zim will triumph!!!
"Ahem." Malleh heard the soft noise that came from behind her, and she turned around, to see her father standing there. He took one look at the screen, and his face took on a fearsome look. Before he could say anything, however, Malleh broke in.
The following speech is in Irken. It has a translated version right after it.
"Eh… Reko… Mae lana ze ko ter vako…" "Eh… Dad… This isn't what it looks like…" Zim's expression didn't change.
"Kae wre ko de?" "Then what is it?" There was no mistaking the tone of Zim's voice. Malleh was in trouble. As she usually did when frantic, her speech changed to English.
"Dad! I'm sorry! Really, I am! Please don't make me go to the human's school! Please!" Zim sighed, and lapsed into English too.
"All right, I'll let you off the hook this time. But next time I catch you in my personal log…"
"Uh, Dad, a personal log is where you record your duties. That's a journal."
"Don't correct me! I know more than you!"
"Uh-huh…" Malleh's sarcasm was obvious. This sent Zim's temper spilling into full fury.
"That's it Malleh. When the human school starts next week, you're going!"
"But, Dad!"
"Malleh, the answer is final. Next Monday, you are going to 'skool'."
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Malleh stepped out of the garbage can, one of the few things that hadn't changed in this odd house, and walked into the living room. Sitting on the couch and watching TV was G.I.R., Zim's old robot. For the longest time Zim had tried using G.I.R., but eventually he had figured out that the robot simply wasn't smart.
After many attempts to make him smart, Zim had given up. He had almost decided to scrap G.I.R., but realized that he cared too much about the little robot, and so had kept him as a pet. And it was a good thing he did, too, for the little robot had turned out to be helpful in other ways than intelligence, especially for Malleh.
The little S.I.R. almost always listened to Malleh, even when he didn't understand, which was usually. But he could tell when Malleh was sad, or upset. So it was no surprise that when Malleh stormed out of the lab, she headed straight for G.I.R. She turned off the TV so G.I.R. would pay somewhat more attention. The little S.I.R. looked at her.
"Aw, Malleh's mad. Why are you mad? Will a cupcake make you feel better? Cupcakes make me feel better. I love cupcakes! They're so they're so chocolaty and cakey, and they fit right in my head!" Instead of handing Malleh the aforementioned cupcake, G.I.R. ate it. G.I.R. then looked a little sad, then cheered up as he pulled another out of his head.
Malleh had noticed this, and it cheered her up somewhat.
"G.I.R., you're getting a little off subject…"
"I am? What's a subject? Is it like tuna? I like tuna! Tuunaa…" Malleh sighed. G.I.R. would never change. Though she knew he wouldn't really pay attention, she poured out her anger to him, anyway.
"G.I.R., it's not fair! Dad's sending me to school with the humans, and even he knows that the only good human was mom!" G.I.R. looked sad at what Malleh had said.
"Mistress doesn't come play with me any more… Doesn't she like me?" He had never really understood that Gaz had died. Zim had thought it best to not explain it to him. He just told him that she wouldn't be able to play with him any more.
Malleh sighed, knowing the little S.I.R. didn't understand. She went down to her room to pout.
~*~*End*~*~
I know, not a very good start, is it. And I know I'm going to get a lot of complaints about Gaz being dead… But I couldn't see how to work her into the story. I'll give you an explanation to what Malleh's name means. Or, okay, it's only a hint. The title of my story is what her name means.
This is going to turn out to be quite an adventure for Malleh, but I won't give it away. But I will give you a hint: Not all of it's on earth. Okay, I know I'm boring you, so, bye! Review please! Even flames are okay, because I know I'll probably get a lot more of them than anything else… Unless there are nice people out there :::hint hint:::..