All right, my SECOND attempt at an Invader Zim fic. Woohoo for trying! Maybe not. Tell me what you think! I'm actually going to use this chapter to see if anyone's interested so I can continue it or not orrr whatever. Anyways, Enjoy! P.S. Because we all know big company copyright people are reading these, I don't own anything 'cept the story line!
Da' Intro
The cold, wet stormy morning of October third brought much displeasure to our favorite little Irken Invader. For one factor in the disliking, it was stormy, storms meant rain and rain meant hours of sizzling alien skin. Another thing was the fact that poor little Zim hadn't gotten to rest his tired eyes for so very long now. Of all the things the green menace was thought to withstand in military training, tiredness was not one he remembered well. All the other little things that made his day bad where things like, his wig had become increasingly itchy, Ms. Bitters had yelled at Zim for accidentally cutting his finger with scissors and spilling purple-ish goo all over the classroom. After convincing the rest of the class,(not including Dib) that the purple was simply caused by high blood-sugar, he was finally on his way back to his base.
The dark puffy clouds covered the sky like a huge gray blanket. It was so close to downpour Zim could almost smell the water. The alien let out a sigh knowing that it wasn't going to get any better when he got home. This uncanny feeling was caused by the lovable defective robot Gir. Whom everyone loved, accept for Zim. The one that had to put up with the terrible cheeriness on a daily basis.
Looking at the moist concrete and holding his shoulders Zim entered a state of thought. What was he going to report to the Tallest about today? He hadn't really accomplished anything the last few week besides covering the classroom in purple gooey alien blood. The alien understood the fact time was running out. Three Invaders so far had managed to complete their missions and now three new planets had been added to the growing empire of Irk. Something was standing in his way... something human.
Dib. That horrible insufferable Dib. How could all they've put each other through and some people thought they where friends. Friends?! Not in their surprisingly short humans lives. Never. The only times they had 'worked together' was either a life or death situation or it was all Dib's fault in the first place. Actually, it was always Dib's fault. When the time for Earth ruling came, he would be the first to go. First Zim fancied about removing that annoyingly large head of his.
Back to the beings that actually mattered. The Tallest, his rulers. He had to impress them soon, something amazing had to be done. Or maybe they'd just stop listing all together. Zim stopped dead in his tracks and laughed a evil alien laugh. The Tallest, stop listing to him, like that would ever happen. He continued on his journey home, down the deserted almost wet streets. Glancing upwards towards the dark sky, just in time for a giant crack of thunder to ring out of the clouds. Zim shrieked and took off in a sprint towards his base.
Dodging a lawn flamingo, a picket fence, several basketball playing children, a mid-sized Sudan, two sprinklers, a four-year-old's birthday party, and a few cookie bearing girl scouts, Zim had made it to the edge of his lawn. He stopped and bent over catching the breath he ran out of a few cheesy lawn decorations ago. He stood up straight and strode towards the purple door of his secure alien home. Suddenly, Zim could swear to this day he herd something behind him just as he opened his front door. Whirling around to see what had intruded his fortress, there was another crack of thunder and Zim leaped inside his home.
Barrel-rolling across the tiled floor, the door slammed shut and the RoboParents came to greet their son. Zim sprawled out on the living room floor and just laid there for a few minutes. Surprised by the science. He sat up and scanned the room.
"G-" That simple "G" sound was all our poor alien was able to mutter before having a 5 pound robot crash into his head, yelling and singing random Earth tunes.
Gir was climbing all over Zim's head, trying to welcome his return from the Earth-knowledge gathering facility. Too bad he was only adding to the pressure of Zim's migraine. "Get offa my head!" Zim yelled and managed to pull off the screaming robot from his head. The alien stood up and brushed off his uniform and shoulders while watching his henchmen begin to cry at Zima's feet.
"Why you not like my hugs? There the best in the world!" Gir gently sobbed holding its head in its hands. Zim sighed once again, he seemed to be doing that more and more lately.
"Gir, I need your help, you need to research the recent human events so they we may find something to assist us on our next evil venture." In a small simple translation, Zim was saying, "Watch the television so that we can get ideas for our next death machine." But either way, Gir understood.
"Okie dokie!" It shouted happily and did a impressive back flip onto the huge couch and the television crackled to life. Tons of comical boomed on the many screens. Most about carpet cleaner and assorted fast food restaurants. Gir sat and 'researched' the Earth programming while Zim traveled in his trash-can elevator to the main computer room.
Once inside, Zim voiced commanded the lazy computer to connect him to the main Irken operating system database and scrolled through the news until something caught his eye.
"What?! Another one? You have got to be kidding!" Zim yelled standing up in his chair. To his new knowledge, Invader Garg had managed to conquered Drogg, planet of the mutant cannibal alligators. Yet another Invader that got ahead of him. Zim had barely figured out this planet's strengths and weaknesses yet!
The green menace calculated in his head what that would mean fully. Only two Invaders left. Invader Larr, and Invader Zim. He couldn't finish last! He just couldn't! But there was no way he was getting ahead of Larr now. He was too far behind. By now Larr probably had it all figured out. Hell, he could telling The Tallest his plan right now. Unless...
Zim jumped infront of the translation screen on the huge platform facing the screen. He cleared his throat, cracked his alien claws, and got ready to explain the situation to his beloved leaders.
Yeah it's kinda weird at first... but it will get Better! I promise, this is JUST the introduction! Tell me if you like it and I will decide if I wanna continue it. Thanks!