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Disclaimer: Invader ZIM is copyrighted to Jhonen Vasquez and all the folks at Nickelodeon. So are all the characters from the show. Almost Almighty Tallest Black is Faker's character, Some-what Almighty Tallest Blue is Billy's, and Sorta Almighty is Shakara's. And the rest are probably mine.




PROLOGUE

Dib's Dream



It had been days, trapped in his tiny cell. His doom was imminent. He would be handed over to the mother ship soon. It had been his destiny. Since day one he was Dib, the one who was to be taken by the aliens and probed and poked to no end.

His newfound home was a steel-bared cage, three feet by four feet and only four and a half feet tall. He was give minimal amount of food and water each day. As far as he could figure, he was in the hallows of his house. Deep below the surface of the Earth. Wires and pipes twisted up and around the walls. Computer parts and pieces were scattered about, connected to the wires. A large screen could be made out, it was stationed far above the floor. The transport system to and from the ground level to the basement floor was a small circular disc that raised and lowered itself at the whim of the master.

A TV could be heard echoing off the cold, hard steel. Mysterious Mysteries was on, his favorite show. The only light was from the large computer screen, and lower down, small dots of lights from the computers.

Suddenly the transport disc was heard making its way down to the floor, down to him. The disc stopped twelve feet away from the cage, but that didn't matter, Dib knew it was him, and his short bumbling robot. They approached. But something was different, the robot, GIR, his eyes were blood red, so was his torso. This was not a good sign.

"Can I poke him, ZIM?" He said this in a monotonous way, not his classic stupidity wrought tone.

"Later GIR, we'll have time for that later." The alien spoke.

"What are you going to do to me ZIM?" Dib winced as he spoke the name.

A crooked smile crossed ZIM's face, "Must I explain now? It'll take all the fun outta finding out for yourself."

"Tell mee, tellll meee." He was desperate now, he pleaded with his captor, "I promise, I will never tell anyone that you're an alien. I swear...I swear..."

Dib fell to his knees grasping two bars of his cage.

"GIR, get 'Mr. Chair' ready." ZIM turned around and left the immediate area.

"Ooooo, Mr. Chair, this will be fun!" The robot clanked off to the right.

A few minutes later ZIM reentered, opened Dib's cage, and guide him on the same path of the SIR unit. He was lead to a circular room with a platform in the middle. On the platform there was a dentist-type chair. The only difference was the several probing items, and various types of hypodermic needle. Five straps ran the length on the chair, and a tray that held saws and knives sat to the left. GIR stood next to it.

"We're all set ZIM." The robot picked up a scalpel.

"Gooood." The alien liked to stretch out his words, it seemed to enforce his point even more.

ZIM placed Did in the chair, both of them strapped him up. The then the green one took the scalpel from his assistant.

"Shall we begin?"

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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

"Be quiet Dib. Some of us are trying to sleep." His sister, Gaz.

"Was it really a dream? It was all so real, but dreams do seem to go over the top. Plus ZIM would never be capable of something like that." The short boy paced around his room. He needed to get this off his mind.

He flicked on his transistor radio, nothing but static. He carefully tuned it, going from frequency to frequency. He finally stopped on one that seem to be getting something, but it wasn't very clear.

After a few minutes:

"AND THEN WE SHALL EAT THEIR FIRSTBORNS!!!" A female voice yelled, and suddenly all was clear. She was speaking to an audience, they yelled their praise until they realized what she had said.

"But, um, ma'am, we don't eat children." A shaky voice said.

"Well...we do now!" Her tone of speaking sounded familiar, spastic...very spastic.

The connection was lost once again, nothing but static. But Dib was to scared to go over and turn it off.

"Maybe...maybe, it wasn't a dream..."