There is a theory out there that you may or may not know about. It entertains the possibility that there are universes other than just our own. A whole lot of universes with endless possibilities. It's called the Multiverse Theory, incase you haven't figured it out yet.
You have to admit though, it make you feel like a microscopic bacteria compared to everything else. Especially considering the fact that humanity hasn't even scratched the surface of space exploration. The oceans are a pretty big unknown abyss too, and they're on our own planet.
I remember as a middle schooler and as a high schooler, I pushed all of this information to the back of my mind. I had more important things to think about, like society's expectations, getting good grades, and worry about what I'm going to do in my life. Who would have time to think about the live of other beings in a parallel universe when everyone is all choked up about their own lives. This is probably why being thrown into another universe was such an eye opener for me.
If my time in the other world has taught me anything, it's that the actions of a few can affect millions upon millions of others. Whether it's a positive effect, or a negative effect is dependent on the action. Now, you have to be careful to make sure that your actions have the intended effect, or your worst nightmares can come true while your enemies dreams come true. Which sucks, since no one likes their enemies being happy.
This brings us to the story that I am about to tell you. It can be seen as the worst possible thing that had ever happened, or the greatest thing that had graced the creatures of the other world. I only played a small part in this giant game of life and death. In fact, I do not appear in this story until much later. But I like to think that my appearance was a turning point. And no, I do not regret the things that I did. (Except, you know, a couple of embarrassing moments where I wasn't in the right state of mind.)
You, the reader, may be wondering why I am telling you this story. Why not someone who played a bigger role, or someone who was there throughout the whole thing. That's a bit difficult for me to answer.
The truth is, I'm the only who made it here. As in, I am the only one of our little group left alive on our earth, and in our universe. At this point in time, I'm not even sure if the others are still alive in the other universe.
In our last few moments together, I was given a journal and instructions. They told me to share with you what really happened to us. Oh a lot of people have speculated on what happened to me, everyone acts like they know exactly what happened to my friend, and no one here knows who my other friend is. (I'm pretty sure that the doctors think that my crazy adventures were the result of the concussion that I had received.)
With this story, I'm going to set some things straight. You don't have to believe what I say, and I will respect that. Heck, if I wasn't there I wouldn't believe it either. But please, give me the benefit of the doubt, for everything I write is true. I just know it is.
Author's Note:
This is a rewrite of one of my previous fics called My Twisted Life. The general idea is the same, but the plot has taken a completely different turn. The Chapter's won't be this short, this is just the Narrator's address to the audience.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Invader Zim Universe. I'm just borrowing it for a short time.