DISCLAIMER: I do not, never have and never will own the brilliance that is Invader ZIM. This makes me sad.
I had a dream last night and the plot bunnies commanded me. Evil little bunnies...
Oh, and yes, I did rip the title off of My Life As A Teenage Robot. I don't own that, either.
"Zim, you did this to us! Undo it this instant!" a purple haired boy demanded, hands on hips. He was wearing a purple tee with the Irken symbol on it in black, black jeans, purple converse and a purple backpack. He was purple eyed, tall, skinny and currently considering ripping off the head of the small Irken in front of him. There was a boy standing next to him who looked almost identical to him, except everything purple on the first boy was replaced by red on this one.
These 'humans' were once rulers of an alien race. They were once known as the Almighty Tallest. They were once living a life of luxury on a giant ship called the Massive, until a certain Invader ruined it all with a single machine.
"How does a device that's supposed to make snacks turn us into humans, anyway?" Red sneered, seething with pure anger.
Having been sent a machine meant as a gift for supplying endless snacks, the two simply couldn't resist. Yes, they knew of Zim's inferior intellect. Still, the temptation had just been too strong. They remembered pressing the big green button, lights flashing, smoke surrounding them and feeling their bodies transform. When a lackey entered the room shortly afterwards, he immediately informed the guards of the 'intruders'. Failing to convince him of their true identities, they were forced to make an escape.
"My Tallest, I am deeply regretful for what happened to you. You above all others did not deserve to become such filthy creatures. But rest assured, the great Invader Zim will fix this." their not so humble, yet fiercely loyal subject insisted.
Having taken a rather tiny and cramped spacecraft, it hadn't taken long for the two to realize in horror what was the only planet that they'd be able to blend in on. Next thing they knew, they were on Zim's doorstep asking for help and yelling angrily at him simultaneously.
"Oh ho, you better! You have no idea what awful punishments are running through my mind right as I speak!" Red threatened, glaring coldly enough that Zim visibly flinched in response.
"TACOS!" GIR screeched, a stupid grin spread across his metal face as he giggled insanely. Purple's eye twitched and he restrained himself from stomping the SIR unit into tin foil. Heaving a sigh, he clenched his teeth in an attempt to control his temper and the tone of his voice as his gaze returned to Zim.
"How soon can you get us back to normal and what are we supposed to do while we wait?" he asked, fearing what the answer to his question may be.
"Uh, actually… I'm not exactly sure. I'm afraid I wasn't prepared for this… inconvenience, my Tallest." Zim replied meekly, a sheepish smile on his lips. Little was he aware that he'd infuriated Red even further.
"You weren't prepared? This is merely an inconvenience to you? Well, Zim, I'm prepared to get rid of an inconvenience at this very moment!" he snapped, filled with fury. Purple nodded in agreement, scowling and trying to seem as menacing as possible. According to Red, he did a bad job at that.
"I didn't mean to offend you, my Tallest! Please, forgive me! I promise to get working straight away!" Zim cried out, covering his head with his arms to protect himself from their wrath. Red hesitated, then frowned as he decided Zim's destruction would have to be put on hold. He and Purple needed to be themselves again and, as much as he hated to admit it, that would require the annoying pipsqueak's assistance.
"Fine, but count yourself lucky!" he growled, trembling with the blazing flame of rage that had consumed him. Purple understood, although he was a bit surprised. When Red was this mad, he usually didn't consider the consequences of his actions. He guessed that this strange and… distasteful situation must be the exception.
"As you command, my Tallest!" Zim shouted, saluting his leaders as he hurried to his base. Red and Purple glanced at each other, their expressions a mixture of irritation and doubt. Having nothing else to do, they sat on the couch and stared incredulously at the television screen.
"What is this garbage?" Purple wondered aloud in disgust. Red shrugged, appearing equally appalled. GIR jumped up on the piece of furniture and waved at them before he began to watch the moving pictures with intense concentration.
"I love this show…" he murmured in fascination, seeming in awe of the monkey he was focusing on. Red and Purple rolled their eyes. Had they really expected anything more from a robot made from scraps? They snickered at this, sharing a secret joke as they both smirked faintly. At least there was something to laugh about. Who knew, maybe this 'Earth' had decent snacks?
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