To Rule, or Not to Rule
Written by: Cartman's Girl
Notes: I wasn't sure wether to write in script or novel prose, but Bryan
decided for me. So if this story turns out poopie, it's all his fault. Don't
blame me, go break down his door with pitchforks and flaming torches. And you
all know I don't own any of the Invader Zim things, the Tallest, Tak, Dib, Gaz,
Gir, Zim etc. etc. I'm just a fan, I need only love. GIMMIE LOVE!
~*~
Chapter One: Inspiration Is Achieved
The figure leant back in the lavender chair, tapping the slender gloved finger
tips together. This was thinking time, meaning Zim didn't want to be
interrupted by anyone or anything. This even included Gir, who Zim had sent out
into the day and telling him it was Halloween again. It was hard to think, with
the distant screaming of Skool children though, but he had to manage as best he
could. Of course, Zim's plans always ended in horrible pain or agony most of
the time. Through usually it was through the fault of Dib. Ah yes, Dib. The big
headed boy who deserved to get a hole in the head. But Zim wasn't about to kill
Dib, if he had to kill anyone it would be the entire human race at once to save
time. Course, he couldn't go around stabbing people one by one or shooting them
with his laser. That would be un-coth and un-Irken like.
He sighed in agitation and clawed at his green skull. Think think think! What's
a plan he hadn't used, but if he did it properly it would end up with the human
race either under his command or dead? If they were dead, then he might
possibly steal Tak's plan and fill the planet full of snacks for the Tallest,
since Tallest Purple liked snacks and all. The thought of snacks made Zim feel
hungry, so he pulled a Nutrient Bar from his control panel drawer (where he
kept his Nutrient Bars, filling yet small) and opened one up and chewed on it
noisily as he thought more. What was a weapon he could use? Something that was
easy to obtain and gain control of... something...
"EUREKA!" Zim screeched, getting to his feet and holding a gloved
fist high above his head. The idea of a life time! It just struck him upside
the head like some... head striking thing. He cackled and leapt off his seat,
leaving his Nutrient Bar there, and rushing from the room. The idea was
brilliant, he had no idea why he hadn't thought of it earlier. With this plan,
which he had to write down quickly before he forgot, he would control the
planet within a short few hours! Once it came into play that is.
Oh, Earth would not know what hit it. How could they prepare for such an
attack? No one else would have thought of it, well he hoped not anyway. He
didn't want to get sued by any big companies, course - if his plan worked there
wouldn't BE any companies left to sue him with. Gee, this plan was good. Gold
mine! The Tallest would be ecstatic when he returns the news of finally having
Earth under his command and everyone obeying the iron fist. What could possibly
go wrong?
~*~
To be continued! Oh what is Zim up to? Will the neighbourhood children
survive Gir's attacks for candy? Does Dib wear briefs or boxers? Many of these
questions will be answered!
[And yes, this part is very very short. Why? It's to GRAB YOUR ATTENTION THAT'S
WHY!]
