The End?
Disclaimer: I do not, under anything...own Irk, Invader Zim, or any of it's characters, and am not making a profit or whatever from this.
So, don't sue me, okay?
A/N: This is the first story I have ever written that has been seen by anyone but..well, me. I'll warn you right now, prepare yourself for
major OOC'ness, seeing as I haven't seen the show in, like, three years. There will be no coupling, none of my own characters, and it's surely
not a "self insertion" (or whatever), because I really don't care for those.....rated PG for death refferences... very short fic...
Also...it sucks pretty bad... R&R, please, flame if you must, but.....please don't burn me alive, kay? And please, keep an open mind...okay, on with the fic...
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The small green lifeform looked out over the barren wastland that lay before him. Nothing was left...onley the occasional sound of the breeze could be heard.
He sighed. This wasn't supposto happen, not like this. Never did he imagine it would have ended like this. But, alas...it was over. Its was time to return to Irk.....
He decided to walk around first...to say goodby to what was left of what had been his world for five years. Although he found the Earth to be a useless ball of mud,
and it's inhabidents completely disgusting, he had grown to respect them. But mostly It was Dib he was missing. Not because they were friends, but because
Dib seemed to respect him as well. Killing Dib had been a last resort. It wasn't planned, but he got in the way. And now...Zim was all alone.
Even his SIR Unit, GIR, had been destroyed beyond repair in the midst of war. Zim was surprised how much he missed that insane little robot that had caused him nothing but trouble in the past.
He thought back...back before the war had started. How excited he was that his new plan was complete. He couldn't wait to see the look on his arrival's face.
It all happened so fast...and he would do anything to stop it now.
Zim sighed again and sat down on the steps of his Voot Cruiser, the onley thing besides him that made it through the end. The end? Yes, truely, this was the end.
Returning to Irk would onley confirm that. It was over. And Zim regretted everything.
He couldn't believe that Dib, GIR, and even Gaz were gone. He couldn't believe that Earth was fianally completely empty...and that it had taken him five years to do it.
But what surprised him the most was how he felt about the whole thing. Were Invaders meant to feel? No. In all truth, Irkens were more like robots than anything else.
But Zim had been with earthlings for too long...if he learned anything during his stay here, it was how to feel. Zim concidered it a new flaw, somthing he would haveto fix, a desiese given to him by the earthlings.
'This is truely the end....' He thought. Then a thought crossed his mind.
"No. This is not the end. It's the beginning for me. How pleased the Tallests will be when they hear and see my first success. I am truely an Invader now. And there are
many more planets out there for me to take over. What happened here means nothing nothing to me now." Zim spoke allowed. Deep down, he knew that was a lie. He
would never forget what had happened here, what he had done, what he had lost.
"You hear that, Dib?! Your death was in vain, worm-monkey. I will continue to rule over worlds with my iron fist!" Zim shouted, shaking his fist at the blood-red moon.
Satisfied with his last words on Earth, he turned around and got into his Voot Cruiser. Then, he took one last look at the barren world, and sped off into the night
sky, on his way back to Irk.
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See? I told you how short'n sucky it was. If you want me to continue, I will, just let me know. The next chappie will be when Zim gets back to Irk and finds out
what he was sent to Earth for. But that's onley if At least three people tell me to. Again, sorry bout the short-ness, mabee the next one will be better.