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All credit is to the genius that is Jhonen Vasquez! I'm mainly writing this for the love I have for the show and the characters. I will do my absolute best to stay in character and I do apologize if anything does happen to slip by unnoticed. It's rated teen mostly for what will happen in the later chapters. I hope you enjoy my work... Friendly criticism is highly appreciated!
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- The Arrival
A blazing fireball streaked across the starry night sky, leaving a think trail of smoke as it made its decent through the Earth's fiery atmosphere. It swayed from side to side as it plummeted further and further. Suddenly, the object changed direction and smashed into a deserted parking lot. Several loud explosions followed as the fireball rolled across the rough asphalt, causing large chunks of the black material to spilt and hurl into the air. At last the object came to a grinding halt. The fires that had previously cloaked it had died down, revealing a horribly damaged red and black voot cruiser lying on its side.
The voot was mainly red, except for the rear thrusters, front weapon generators, and dome-like storage pods, which were all a dark shade of black. Its windshield was also the same tone of black, concealing the voot's cockpit from view. On each of the storage pods was what seemed to be the military symbol of Irk in red, but with a great big "x" crudely spray-painted through it.
Several minutes passed before anything happened. Only the crackle of flames and the deathly silence of parking lot were present. Then, slowly, the front windshield of the voot began to retract, but soon enough, the searing debris surrounding the small ship stopped its progress.
"You've got to be kidding…" hissed a voice from within the voot. It moaned in disbelief as it pounded on the lodged windshield.
"It would seem that we're trapped within our own ship… master…" chuckled a second more metallic voice.
"Thanks for the observation, genius…" breathed the first as he tried to force the windshield to open wide enough for him to climb out, but to no prevail. "Make yourself useful and try to find out what's stopping us from getting out of here…"
Just then, a small SIR unit climbed out from the voot, its metal feet clanging against the searing asphalt. He had the exact same build as GIR, showing that he was one of the older models of SIR unit. His eyes, antenna tip, shoulders, and front panel were all a gleaming yellow. The SIR unit's mouth formed a jagged line that gave the impression that he was smirking and his antenna was horribly bent out of shape.
The SIR scanned his surroundings, his yellow eyes flashing brightly in the firelight. "Make myself useful…" he muttered under his breath as he identified the source of the problem, a large chunk of debris lodged in the windshield's retracting mechanism. "I am the greatest SIR in the universe and master has the nerve to label me as unsupportive…" The SIR continued his unhappy mumblings as he pulled the debris from the mechanism, allowing the windshield to slide freely.
In the cockpit stood an Irken of medium height. He had eyes as crimson as human blood and his antennae were horribly bent, forming zigzags. The Irken's skin was slightly darker than usual, but other than that he seemed free of any real deformities. He wore the standard uniform, except it was red and black instead of the standard magenta. A jagged line of black separated the shirt at the midline so that the top half was red and the bottom was black. The sleeves and cuffs of the uniform were also black. He leapt from the heavily damaged voot and looked at the deserted parking lot. "I've made it…" The Irken thought silently to himself, a smile of satisfaction slowly making its way across his emotionless face. "Made it where none of them will look… Earth…"
The SIR unit was silently evaluating the extent of the voot's damage with his scanning vision. He shook his head at the results. "Five days…" he breathed in a disgusted tone. "In the least…"
"That's not important RAWR…" breathed the Irken as he took in several deep breaths of air. "Right now… we need to find somewhere to put it… and find ourselves somewhere to live…" The Irken then reached into the cockpit of his voot cruiser, digging around in the mess of objects until he found what he was looking for. He tossed what looked like a suit of some kind to RAWR, smiling slightly. "Put it on…" he breathed without the slightest hint of feeling in his voice.
"What form of rubbish is this!" RAWR breathed with a tone of pure disgust. "Do you actually expect me to wear this horrible thing?"
His master simply glanced back at RAWR and glared. "It's a dog suit…" he breathed in response to RAWR's first question. "And I expect you to wear it whenever you're walking around outside of our house…" As he spoke, the Irken managed to find his own disguise, a pair of red contacts and a wig of spiky black hair of medium length. He quickly donned his human disguise and watched RAWR with a threatening expression, his hands folded on his chest.
RAWR uttered a sigh of anguish as he climbed into the doggie suit. It resembled a german shepherd, but it had stitching all over it and the lower part of the zipper was clearly visible. He pulled the hood over his head and looked at his master with a disgusted expression. "Master… might I inquire as to where you discovered such pathetically inferior disguises?" RAWR breathed in a heavily sarcastic tone.
The Irken's eyes narrowed into yet another glare. "Just shut up and help me hide the voot…" he hissed as he started to try and roll the battered ship into a secluded grove of nearby trees.
RAWR rolled his eyes and reluctantly did as he was told. "As you wish… master…"
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A frustrated scream echoed throughout the dark bowels of Zim's base. "I've had enough of your horrible concoctions GIR…" Zim breathed with a slight gag, clutching his stomach.
GIR stared at Zim with something of a confused expression. "Waffles!" he wailed, waving his little arms in the air as he ran circles around Zim. "I make you frosty waffles! They so good…"
Zim watched his insane SIR as he ran circles around him, something of an aggravated expression on his face. "No GIR…" he breathed, grabbing GIR by the antenna in hopes of stopping his obsessive circling. "No more snacks for today… Just go upstairs and watch some of those horrible shows you watch…"
GIR looked back at Zim, a blank expression on his face. "What you say?" he screeched, still running despite the fact he wasn't going anywhere. "Waffles!"
Zim shook his head in dismay. "I don't have the patience for this tonight…" he thought silently to himself as he dragged GIR to a nearby elevator. "The Scary Monkey Show might be on!" Zim yelled with fake enthusiasm. "And it's a new episode…"
"Wehoo!" GIR wailed, his eyes widening with excitement. He darted into the elevator and took it up to the house level, jumping up and down with excitement.
"Finally…" Zim breathed with a prolonged sigh. He promptly returned to repairing the base from the latest infiltration of his security, rats. "Filthy beasts of hair…" Zim grumbled as he continued searching for the trespassers, a heavy 360X laser gun in his hands. He squealed with fright as a large rat darted out from under one of his control stations and into a large hole. Zim fired the powerful laser at the rat, despite the fact that it had already disappeared from view. The blast from the powerful weapon created a large smoldering hole where it hit. "How they ever got through my amazing web of genius, I'll never know…" he breathed with a hint of disgust in his voice.
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The Irken and his SIR unit wandered the suburbs of the city, trying to find somewhere to establish their home. As the Irken scanned the grungy buildings, his gaze rested on a peculiar-looking turquoise house with a magenta roof. "What the hell…" he commented silently as he cautiously approached the freakish home.
RAWR followed his master, walking on all fours and wagging his tail from side to side. He had been ordered by the Irken to act this way when wearing his disguise, saying that it would be more convincing to the humans. The SIR raised an eyebrow at the odd building that his master was walking towards. "I thought you hated blue…" he breathed with a smirk.
The Irken glanced back at his SIR, shooting him yet another threatening glare. "And…" he breathed as he slowed to a stop before the house, taking into account all of the strange-looking arrangements in the front yard. "What kind of freak lives here…"
RAWR shrugged his shoulders at his master's comment. "Obviously a highly deranged one…" he chuckled, gazing at the peculiar lawn gnomes.
Just then, GIR came running out of the house without his disguise. He was waving a handful of searing hot bacon in the air, screaming and wailing compulsively. "Pig on a strip!" he squealed, running circles around the lawn gnomes.
The Irken and RAWR simply stood there, staring at GIR with blank expressions. They both were caught off guard by the little SIR unit's sudden appearance.
GIR suddenly stopped his obsessive circling and stared at the two unblinking strangers, his turquoise eyes wide with shock. For a long while, that was all he did, stare. Then, GIR squealed loudly and darted back into the house, tossing the bacon up into the air in the process.
A long silence soon followed, the Irken squinting his eyes in confusion. He blinked slowly, trying to comprehend what had just happened. "Was that… another SIR?" he thought silently. "On Earth?"
RAWR stood upright, scratching his chin thoughtfully with one paw. "It would seem that we are not the first ones to land on this flooded rock…" he breathed, looking up at his master, his face devoid of emotion.
The Irken clenched his fists, anger searing through his veins. "I don't care…" he hissed, his eyes darkening with rage. "We're staying here RAWR…" The Irken then turned away from the house, looking into the empty street. "If he ever gets in my way… I'll crush him…" he breathed in threatening tone. "That's all there is to it…" The Irken then started into the street, his eyes swirling with a strange darkness that seemed to fade as he walked away from the house.
RAWR regarded his master with an unfeeling expression. He had grown accustomed to his master's violent outbursts of rage; it was almost an expected occurrence. "Yes…" he breathed, quickly following his master on all fours. "That is all there is…"