Legal stuff: Um… I wasn't sure if I should say this or not, and I don't want to get sued or anything, Invader Zim and all to do with it belongs to Jhonen Vasquez. Yeah, so, this is the first chapter of a fan fiction. It's short, because I did it in one day, but yeah… hope you all like it. Please leave comments and suggestions.
Summary: the planet jackers are back, this time for something more. The sun; instead of burning planets, they built a shell strong enough to hold a sun, and are planning on taking one, unfortunately, the only one suitable is the center of our solar system. Knocking out all of Zim's communications made their job easy, but for Zim, there is only one choice. He needs help; from Dib. Multi chapter. Enjoy!
Chapter one
Walking slowly, pacing back and forth, he became very uneasy. He usually didn't let himself get this way. Being scared was showing weakness, which he didn't want to. But what was happening now reminded him of something that had happened before. Right when he was doing research on this stinking solar system everything in the screen had become blurry, until nothing was left but endless grey. He told himself not to panic, but it wasn't working. He tried to push the thought of that horrible day away. The same thing had happened before, three years ago. His telescope malfunctioned, but this time he was prepared. He told the computer to do a full scan on the stupid piece of machinery. He had improved the computer's problem detecting software, and this time he would get the thing working again. But what also bothered him was that this seemed to be affecting his communications also. That meant no messages to The Tallest. This worried him. It also meant no messages whatsoever, so if he needed to contact someone, he couldn't. He decided not to tell the spastic robot for now, that would just get him a headache, and an hour of trying to calm that silly SIR unit down. What had happened before flashed before his mind in visions. The telescope had gone blurry, and then he tried to ask that stupid, worm-baby for help. He wasn't going to that again, now he had the technology to fix it himself. The static this time was from a signal meant to block communications and all other things. Something, someone meant to mess up his systems and he would find out who it was. Yes, and after he found out who it was, he would bring down his almighty wrath on them.
"Yes, they WILL pay, Heh Heh, HA HA! HA! H- Huh?" Zim's maniacal laughing fit was interrupted when he felt something tug on his shirt. Looking down, he said, "Gir what are YOU doing down here. I told you to leave me alone for the next few hours."
"I got bored." Was the simple response.
"I thought you were watching that HORRIBLE MONKEY!" the last two words were said in a voice laced with detestation. That stupid, horrible monkey show.
"I'd rather spend time with you, mastah!" And at the end of that statement, he latched onto Zim's right leg. Zim, to say at the least, was immensely annoyed. He had to be careful with what he said for the reason why Gir had to leave. Anything made the robot start crying, and if he said too much, the SIR unit would start wailing about how his master was in trouble. Gir just looked up at him whilst he thought; his tongue sticking out of his mouth. Just when he was about to talk, the computer responded in its unmistakable, flat tone.
"Scan complete. Source of the signal unknown, but I can tell you what kind of ship is sending it." Then it paused for at least half a minute, Zim waiting all the while for it to respond.
"WELL!" he screamed.
"I can show you a picture of it. Do you want to see it?" it asked. Zim never listened to the computer before, why did he seem to be listening now.
"What do YOU think?" Zim said harshly.
"I'm a computer, technically, I can't think."
"SHOW ME!"
"Fine, no need to be cranky." It said flatly.
"Stupid machine." Zim mumbled. What he saw next was a shock. That familiar ship, the picture. He quickly began telling the computer to run more scans, to be sure that this was the ship sending the signal. They were back, three years later. Those stupid planet stealing morons!
~Next day~
"Do you think I have a life, Gaz?" the question came out as they were walking to school.
"No." Gaz was too busy playing a game.
"Seriously, I mean I could do something other than hunting aliens and looking for Bigfoot, right. Do you think I have the potential for something else?" Dib pondered. He was in eighth grade now, the year nearing its end. High school was coming soon, and he needed to figure out what to do.
"No." she said flatly, her voice still the same as before. Toneless, except when she was criticizing her brother, or anyone else for that matter. Then suddenly she pressed the pause button on her game. A rarity; and Dib noticed, as he stopped abruptly.
"Listen Dib," she said his name without the usual mean attitude. "And listen carefully, because I'm not going to say this again. First of all, why do you all of a sudden care what happens with your life. After 14 years of being," she thought for a moment. "You," she accentuated her point by waving her hands around his face. "A complete and utter nerd," maybe Dib was wrong about her without the attitude. "You suddenly want to change. Plus, you think I actually care what happens with your life," Dib turned to walk away, knowing this conversation would turn in to a 'Let's tease Dib' conversation, until he heard her speak again. "But, if you really want my opinion, yes. If you really want to change, now is the time to do it. You have the potential, yeah. Because… you're," she paused, looking appalled. "Smart." And with that, she turned on her game and began walking, leaving Dib behind.
"Wow, maybe today… will be a good day" he said to himself, out loud. He smiled and imagined how nice today would be. Until he heard the familiar annoying, hit-your-head-against a wall just to be rid of it-voice. "Zim" he mumbled and walked rather fast toward school.
Zim however wasn't paying attention to the big headed worm baby at the moment. He was having an inner monologue, or so he thought, since he was talking out loud, much like Dib did, about what to do. It was interrupted when he hit his head into a telephone pole. He fell to the ground with a thud. "Ouch! Stupid filthy phone signal thing!" just then, an idea popped into his head. 'Signal… hmm…' he thought, this time to himself. Dib saw what had happened, and at this time he was laughing so hard he could cry. Suddenly Zim heard him laughing, and got up, brushing his uniform off, and walked the path to school, ignoring Dib, his chin in the air, and arms at his sides. 'I'll use this thing, somehow, to my advantage. Tap into its signals or something. Yes, HA!'
Dib was left alone again, to contemplate why Zim ignored him. No insults, no nothing. He pushed his glasses up with his index finger. Maybe this would be a good day! And with that he started walking, a huge smile across his face. That is, until he tripped over his own shoe, and fell flat on his face right at the school door. Everyone stopped and laughed. 'Okay, maybe I was wrong. Yeah, my luck sucks.' He thought, and stepped in the school.
