Prisoner of War
Prologue
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When your salvation lies within the hands of your greatest foe, how do you survive to see the coming day? When everything you fought to destroy becomes that very thing you fight to protect, who then, can you truly call a friend? How much can you change, and still call yourself sane? How many times can you betray the ones you love, and still trust yourself?
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AN – Greetings all. To the point, this is an Invader Zim fanfic (series and characters copyrighted to Jhonen Vasquez and Nickelodeon). The main character is Dib, who ends up stuck into a rather awkward position. His wildest dreams come true, but the longer he stays, the more he questions whether all that's happened is really what he wants.
Ok, just so you know, this is a story, started randomly, for my enjoyment. Purely my enjoyment. Between being in a new town (near mountains omg), going to college full-time, and working practically full-time at my new (and first) job, I'm a little stressed. I barely know the plot, nor do I have a clue as to how it all will end, but that's the fun part, ni? If I'm slow at posting, I've probably got 5 projects to finish. If I'm fast at updating, I've probably been working a lot xD Much love, and I hope you guys like this as much as I do.
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"Aliens!"
"Shut up, Dib."
"No, seriously! Right there, they're taking our cows!"
Bright purple beams shot down to the earth, hissing softly and mechanically as fat cow-beasts floated around the air. The ships themselves were the old-fashioned shiny saucers, and made exceptionally loud beeping noises with each cow it accepted.
"No! Just look Gaz! Aliens are stealing our cows to somehow taint our meat supply!"
"I'm almost done with this level Dib. If you don't shut your stupid face, I'll make you eat a cactus with vinegar."
"But I don't like vinegar…"
"My point. Now shut up before your annoying-ness kills me."
Gaz wandered away from the scene of cow abduction, leaving Dib to squeal and flounder about in search of some type of recording device. He laughed triumphantly as he brandished a brand new video recorder. The world would finally see proof, and he'd be renown world wide for having proved the existence of aliens. However, a cow suddenly fell from the sky and slammed into him. The extremely large heifer stood and wandered off without a second thought, and left Dib twitching, and his camera broken. He sat up, moaning for a moment before snapping to his feet and looking to the sky. The aliens, as though on cue, cut the power to their transportation beams and sped off without a single clue to their presence, other then a few seemingly drunken cows.
Dib sighed and looked down at the ground. He spied his camera and tiredly scooped the device up. He looked it over and brushed away a few blades of grass off-handedly.
"Darn, why does this keep happening to me."
Tenderly cupping the camera in his hands, and he looked it over more thoroughly in hopes that he could somehow save it. He ended his evaluation short and decided it best to follow after his sister. Maybe another opportunity to prove his worth as a paranormal investigator would attack him from behind a trash can on the way home.
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"Gir, would you please stop singing…?"
The little dysfunctional robot completely ignored his master and simply kept with his little song. Zim still couldn't tell if these lapses of obedience were intentional or not.
"Do do deededo Dedod Deedook I'm done. Oooo what's that?"
The robot pointed to the computer screen in front of him, indicating that he finally realized why his master had brought him here in the first place. Zim sighed in frustration, but decided it best to continue. He typed into the main keyboard to shift around the picture of the new robot he had recently designed.
"This is my next ingenious, diabolical, flawless, most amazing, fantastically wonderful plan to destroy the humans. I affectionately call it, the Megadestroyer."
"It look like a chicken."
Zim blinked.
"What? No, it's not a chicken."
"Well, it look like dat one that the tall people sent a while back."
Zim glared and waved his arms about.
"This is nothing like the Megadoomer, Gir! This is a completely original and ingenious creation of Zim. Now, if I may continue, Gir. This amazing creation will ensure the destruction of the human race. It has a cloaking device, and lots of neat boomy things."
"Like the chicken thing."
Zim growled and swiped at Gir, purposefully missing.
"No, Gir, this is NOT like the Megadoomer. Nothing like it at all."
"Then wuts diff'rent about it?"
Zim shook his head haughtily and rubbed his temples.
"Poor delusional Gir. You do not realize the wonder that is this? You see, this machine cloaks the pilot as well, and this one has brand new batteries. So you see, this is so very wonderfully and ingeniously different then the Megadoomer."
Gir's eyes widened as he spoke in a very monotone voice.
"I now see the error of my ways."
"Good, it's about time. Now go start up the Megadestoryer. We will finally become rulers of this dirty, pathetic dirt ball of dirt."
Gir squeed as he bolted off to do as his master demanded, and Zim continued setting up the main sequences. His maniacal, devious laughter filled the halls and echoed ominously, and within moments, life ignited within the massive, artificial creature and rumbled hoarsely. This would be the day, this would surely and indefinitely be the day of the human race's demise! And Dib's. Couldn't forget to destroy that annoying pest.
Zim's laughter grew and grew, his eyes wild and burning with his newly found pedestal of perfection. This would be the day when he would finally prove to his Tallest that he truly could be the amazing invader he so often declared himself…to be. Yes, YESSS! The lights flickered on and sheened coldly across the sleek design. As they grew, the pale lights glowed, almost forebodingly, against the darkness of the main room. This would be neat. Zim quickly mounted Gir, who unquestioningly floated his master to the cockpit of this destructive beast. Zim opened the door, just enough to smell the fresh, lemony smell of domination and doom. He could practically feel the human's suffering, taste their fear, smell their undeniable submission to his almighty might.
His hand reached slowly inside and his eyes followed carefully. This moment would change his life for good. For the better. And just as his gloved finger lightly graced the control panel, everything exploded into a fiery Hell, and then, naught.
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"Wait, so you're saying they're…tall?"
"Yes, my Tallest. They're probably even taller then the both of your, yet their intelligence level is…we'll say, limited."
"And they're…tall…? How can anything tall be stupid?"
"It's certainly baffling to watch, my Tallest."
Purple perked up and looked to his co-tallest.
"Woah, have we done this before?"
Red looked at him with a raised eyebrow and rolled his eyes.
"If we have done this before, don't you think we'd remember?"
"No no, I remember us having this type of conversation before."
"Are you crazy? Where on Irk would we have heard about a dumb race that's tall? I mean, a race that's tall, AND dumb?"
"I think Zim told us abo-
A harsh beep screeched out and demanded the attention of all in the main bridge. Both straightened up, and the invader onscreen saluted and quickly ended his transmission. He certainly didn't wish to keep his oh-so-busy Tallest from their duties. Red looked back to one of the captains.
"What's this all about?"
"It seems to be a distress signal, my Tallest."
"An important one?"
"Doesn't clarify, only says that it's origin is from….Earth. We're putting it through to better decipher it's meaning "
Red and Purple, in a frightening, yet predictable, unison snapped up and threw their hands towards the engineers.
"No! Don't answer it! Don't let it through!"
Red paused and scratched his chin.
"Wait, a distress signal? Does that mean he's dead?"
"Oh boy that'd be cool."
The engineer turned a little more in his seat to better look at his leaders.
"It doesn't clarify. Should we put it through to find out?"
Red sighed and rubbed his head.
"Fine, let it through. He better be dead, we're very busy right now."
The screen flickered to a steady black screen, which loaded to show Zim's base, which quite frankly was a complete mess. Wires were hanging and sparked against the darkness, and various machine parts lay in ruin. Zim shakily stood, pushing aside a rather large hunk of metal, and painfully saluted the screen.
"Greetings, my Tallest. I see my new distress system is working well."
Purple rose an eyebrow.
"Distress system?"
Zim laughed and coughed at the same time and folded his arms behind his back. With his eyes closed confidently and a smug grin upon his face, he nodded and further explained.
"Yes, my ingeniousness realized that if my base was ravaged, there'd be little chance that I could inform the Armada of such an event. So I created a program that sends out a distress signal instantly when the computer detects something bad happening. Does it not amaze you?"
Red and Purple gave each other agreeing looks of frustration, and looked back to the screen. Red held out a hand, fishing for another excuse.
"Uh, that's great Zim. Look, we're in the middle of a very important intelligence transmission, so, uh, good job soldier and enjoy fixing your base."
Zim held up a hand.
"No, wa-"
The transmission was cut and Purple snickered. Red sent his co-tallest a glare, which Purple sensed and looked up.
"What?"
"I knew that if we started talking about Zim that he'd bug us. It's happened like, three times."
Purple nodded.
"Yeah, I've notic-HEY I know! Let's make a law that says it's illegal to talk about Zim!"
"Or even say his name!"
"Wooo!"
The two cheered and rushed off to tell the record-keeping Irken of their new law. And to get more donuts.
