A/N: welcome to Clairvoyance 2.0. Hope you enjoy.
This fanfiction is based in the near future. Not the twisted, alternative version of 2001 as in the show.
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Invader Zim. Only my original characters.
April 1 2052.
9.15 am.
Zim didn't expect as much that day. He thought it would be like any other Earth day, such as plotting to overthrow the Earth, or stopping Dib from ruining his amazing plans.
It all started back in Ms. Bitters' classroom. The ghoulish teacher had asked him a question, something about a smelly hyooman wormbaby called Columbus, the first of all the wormbabies to discover America.
Instead of answering her question, one which would surely cost Zim a thousand years worth of detention if he were to guess it wrong, the Irken spasmed and passed out onto the classroom floor.
Ms. Bitters called out his name, her voice echoing deep within Zim's subconscious. When he finally came to, his eyes realigned, and he sat up muttering an incoherent "Eh?"
She asked the question again, but Zim still couldn't respond. For some strange reason, he couldn't locate the answer in his memory drive. So the Irken banged his head against the desk in an attempt to jog his brain.
Ms. Bitters addressed the rest of the class. Then the voice of Dib answered her question.
Zim stopped smashing his head and glared up at Dib with the most menacing stare. Yet to the Irken's delight, he was to find that Dib had given the incorrect answer.
The date cited in the textbook was 1429. Not 1492, as Dib had proclaimed.
Everyone laughed at Dib's humiliation, yet the big-headed boy insisted it was a typo. Once again no one believed the young paranormal investigator...
But Zim couldn't join in in the boy's torment, his mind on his PAK's temporary malfunction. What had happened? Why couldn't he think of the right answer regarding the wormbaby Columbus?
Well, so long as it didn't happen again. Irk forbid if anything happened to him and jeopardised his mission.
3.00 pm.
Zim marched down the stone steps of the skool's outer door, eager to get back to the base so he can yell at GIR.
A shadow slithered up behind him, and before Zim could turn around, a pair of hands pushed him forward and sent him flying down the remaining steps.
He crashed face first onto the concrete, feeling the breath leaving his squeedlyspooch. Then a ringing rushed through his head and all sound and smells disappeared.
Somewhere above he knew Dib laughed, probably sounding like a complete and total maniac, yet he couldn't hear him. Only vibrations through the floor confirmed him of the boy's presence, and another, dark and sinister that iced the blood of his very veins.
The floor quaked beneath him and Dib's face appeared next to his own, eyes pinched shut and streaming with tears. Thank Almighty Tallest Spork he could see the boy's ugly face.
Zim glanced up in time to see the purple head of Dib's sister disappearing in the distance. He peeked around the street. Sound still eluded him. Cars rushed by, yet he heard no engine, no grinding of the wheels against the tarmac. Birds fluttered in the sky above, silent as bees.
What was happening to him? Why couldn't Zim hear?
Something dripped from Zim's face and landed on the floor before him, turning the asphalt a strange shade of pink.
Zim's stomach clenched. Blood. Irken blood to be precise.
He reached a hand up to his forehead, and a clear pink saturated his fingers. What... what could this be? How could he be bleeding yet not feel the pain?
His PAK! Of course.
He rose to his feet, and with a quick glance at Dib, rushed off to the base.
Surprisingly he made it home in one piece. What kind of soldier can't hear or smell? He should be aware of his surroundings one hundred percent! The only good thing to come from his temporary nose blind/deafness was the ability to block out GIR's screams upon his entry into the base.
That evening Zim worked deep in the bowels of his lair, ripping his PAK apart piece by piece. Sparks flew and shadows danced on walls, illuminating every dark corner and surface.
Despite having to stop every ten minutes to reattach his PAK to prevent his death, Zim managed to restore all of its sensory motors. In fact he even added an extra few senses to the mix. X-ray, night-vision, infra-red, and the ability communicate with bees...
Now he would have an even greater awareness of the Earth. Every human and creature on the planet stood no chance against Zim 2.0.
Unfortunately, he may have awakened senses that go beyond the realm of the physical. Senses that bypass space and time itself. The gift of Clairvoyance.
Jhonen Vasquez mentioned in a video back at InvaderCon 2012 how he always envisioned Irken blood a clear pink. Just like Klingon blood.
The typo in the text-book is a reference from Squee.