Here is my first FanFiction. I've actually only ever written a one-act play and a few written short fairy tales for children in a local schoolbard newspaper, so if my style of writing is a bit kiddy fairy-tale-ish, please forgive me. Otherwise, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I, Elana Vital, do not own any of the terms or characters from the Invader Zim TV show. I've only admired them :)
The great pink and purple Irken mothership, the Massive, hovered silently over an enormous orange planet, while lazers carved the planet's terrain with a scalding black tatoo of the Irken Empire's emblem. Another successful conquest, so it would seem. But deep in the cavernous bowles of the planet Yobil, the usurped inhabitants had a plan. A plan for rvenge. They hid from the heat of the invasion underground, in ancient caves long forgotten, and in secret devised a way to destroy the Irkens where they were most vulnerable. Their young.
"We will kill the young ones", they whispered, "Cut them, rip them, throttle them, burn them!! All when they least expect it! And down will fall their downfalls!!" They hissed and whispered and wheezed and waited. And in the darkness of their annual solar eclipse, they crept like creepy crawly things in the shadows, and slithered onto the main Irken Smeet Hatchery Vessel. They tickled the keyboards and turned the knobs, and when all in all was overtaken, they blasted away like an angry comet, away from the Massive. And before even the Almighty Tallest could fanthom what just had happened, the Hatchery ship was millions of miles away.
Now, I must admit that their plan wasn't all that bad, for in all fairness they did indeed catch the Irkens by surprize.But the the Irkens weren't the sentimental sort, and were a brutally practical people. The Tallest wouldn't have much minded losing the entire offspring of the Irken empire all that much I'm afraid to tell you; they had the technology and the resources to make a whole new batch of smeetlings, no sweat. However, they were a very proud race, who didn't take too kindly to rebellion of any sort. So with a complacent yawn, Tallest Red ordered a few hundred spare ships to be sent after the stolen hatchery and destroy it and all the pesky Yobilian rebels all in one shot.
Meanwhile, the dark and slimey Yobilians aboard the hatchery curiously perused through the contents of the stolen ship, fingering the walls of tiny vials filled with green fluid,tiny little underdeveloped Irken smeets floating motionless within, and smashing them open one by one. Stompong the tender green things with their scaley clawed feet, twisting their little green heads til they went pop, smothering the lives of future drones, invaders, and even Tallests. And as they did this, they laighed wheezy Yobilian laughs and sang throaty Yobilian folk songs and danced bouncy Yobilian jigs with wicked glee. Victory was theirs for the time beging, but just as they reached their jolliest, a loud crash sent them all tumbling to their knees. The Irkens were attacking!!
Panicked, the Yobilians ran about in frantic little circles. Aparently, their plan never went beyond killing the little smeets. They hadn't thought about what they would do next! Within minutes, they were being destroyed from all sides, and it was then every man (or creature, rather) for himself. One spindley-legged Yobilian who was just a moment before about to smash the very last smeetling vial, grew quite mad in his panic. He threw open the main air lock valve and lept outside, sucking all the rest of his group out with him. And that, my friend was the end of the Yobilian Rebellion. But not quite the end of our story...
And that's it for now. I have more to tell, and will upload the rest soon...
Thank you
E.V.