A/N: Hey, guys! Okay first things first. This is a huge AU and is an experiment for a comic I am making and I wanted to write it out first to get a better idea of how the story will go. It's not a long comic, it's rather short so… Anyhow, I would appreciate it if you tell me what you think of it as I do wish to publish this officially into a comic.
In the comic, I have two main characters: Ayden Zeigler; a fourteen year old boy (the protagonist), and Odette; a woman in her mid to late twenties (by appearances), and 15 year old Niko Müller. However, for FanFiction, I have decided to throw in the Invader Zim characters in their place so these guys are going to be OOC. Dib will be Ayden and Zim will be Dib's best friend Niko, Odette will be an OC.
No, this is NOT a romance fic so sorry, but no ZADR in this one. There will be a few OCs in here from the comic as well. Eventually, pictures, refs, and comic will be on my deviantArt page if you're interested at http: / psychoboss. / (lose the spaces).
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim, but the Sweet Tooth story and OCs are mine.
Prologue: It is Dark
It is dark. That is the first thing I notice. I don't know where I am and with everything shrouded in black there is no way for me to tell.
"Dear sweet child…"
A voice? Where did that voice come from?
"Won't you come with me?"
Go with you? Where? Who are you?
"Your essence…. It calls to me."
My what? What is going on? I try to stand up, but without sight it is difficult.
"The scent is delicious."
I stumble forward, blind in an effort to escape that voice.
"It's so sweet, I can almost taste it."
I start running clumsily, tripping over air in panic.
"Give it to me boy."
I look back and realize my mistake. I gasp in horror as a large glowing hand reaches out to grab me.
"I must have it."
I run faster, tripping even more. Something grabs my ankle and I fall to the ground, grunting painfully.
"Give it to me!"
I turn around, eyes wide in fear, to find the hand is right above me. I try to hurriedly remove whatever is holding my ankle, but it is stubborn and won't budge. The hand draws closer.
"I want it!"
The hand is right above my head and tears brim in my eyes and I sob softly as I franticly tug at the thing holding me. With a cry, I finally remove it from my ankle and toss it away. I begin to crab-walk quickly away from the hand when a bright flash of light blinds me for a moment. The hand hesitates as if burnt before it continues forward.
"You may have escaped this time, but your soul is mine!"
It is inches away from my head as it closes me in.
"Don't stay away too long. I'm growing hungry."
I scream as the hand closes me in entirely.
It is dark.
A/N: Well, there you have it. Short an sweet. Sweet *snort*, ahem anyways. It's almost December so it's best if I say this now. Sometime in January, I more than likely be having neuro-surgery and will be in the hospital for a while and then "out-of-commission" for a few weeks after. So don't count on me updating then because I will more than likely be drugged up on morphine while bedridden. So if you read Embracing Insanity, it won't be updated either. Just giving you a heads up so I don't get a mob of upset readers armed with ninja guinea pigs demanding to know where the monkey pants I am. Laters!
