Yeah, This is my first Zim story so I decided to edit it and combine the first two chapters together. Please read, review, and enjoy!
The Sun beamed down on a peaceful spring morning as the flowers of every color seemed to reach toward the life giving rays. Small children splashed in the water of a broken fire hydrant. They would occasionally run off to have mudfights even though they knew their parents would scold them later. However at the moment, many of their parents were busy with their outdoor chores and making small talk with the neighbors about the news, gossip, and latest sale at the new big box store. It was an all-around pleasant day and almost everyone was outside to enjoy the fine weather while it lasted. Everyone was outside except for the secretive family that lived in the little house at the end of the cul-de-sac. It was weird looking house painted green and purple with shades always drawn. The front-yard was well-kept with freaking gnomes, whose eyes seemed your every move, covering almost every inch. Thick steel pipes sprouted out of its sides and into the adjacent buildings like monstrous leeches feasting on prey. Noone knew when the house was built because it just seemed to sprout up overnight. The people who lived in the house were even weirder than the house itself. They never came to any of neighborhood functions, like pool parties or barbecues. Neighborly offerings of fruit baskets and potato salad were left to rot in the sun then promptly thrown in the trash. They just stayed inside the cramped little shack and occasionally harass anyone who rang the doorbell. Rumors had spread that they were either in the Witness Protection Program or escaped circus clowns. The only member of the family, anyone interacted with, was the family's antisocial son with the rare skin disorder which left him green and hideously disfigured. He had one of those new age hippy names, Zippo, Zerm, Zek or something or other. No one ever talked to him long enough to really know what his name really was. He only came outside when marched to school and marched home. He would occasionally pick a fight with the local nutcase who believed he was an alien. After a while, people just gave up trying to interact with the family living in the ugly house at the end of the cul-de-sac and ignored the weird things that started happening on a daily basis ever since they arrived. Although the family was a mystery, one thing that everyone could agree was that they were Freaks!
In the distance, the sight of a mushroom cloud reached across the skyline. This would terrify normal people but the people of this suburb, even the entire city, just accepted it as part of everyday life. As the cloud quickly dissipated, the sound of a high –pitched scream filled the air. Suddenly the source of the scream became clear as he crashed face first into the front yard. It was the strange green neighbor kid, who lived in the freaky house. Although he appeared to be in agonizing pain, he slowly stood up and dusted himself off. Aware that all eyes were now on him, he straightened himself up as best, he could. His clothes were torn and disheveled. His hair was messy and his green skin was badly bruised.
"That is normal, you know," He blurted out quickly, "I..I..uh, I…" He stuttered not knowing how to explain himself. "I just flew in from Las Vegas when my arms gave way and crashed," A very poor excuse especially since everyone knew humans could not fly.
"Are you alright?" One of the concerned parents asked,
"Of course, Zim is fine, there is no reason to possible call the authorities," He stated nonchalantly, "Why would not I be…besides the fact I flew a half mile into compacted soil,"
The man motioned slowly toward his eye, "Your..Your eye, its red," The green boy then felt his face then looked toward the ground.
"Oh... that is part of skin condition and I hope you will never mention, it to anyone, you graciously stinky man" He began to sweat as he slowly inched his way toward the door, "If you excuse, I have to…" He then fumbled around and then yanked on the door with the men's restroom sign but it would not budge. "GIR!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. Suddenly, another object, that sounded like it was laughing wildly, came flying out of the sky and then crashed into the roof of the house. The boy then began to bang furiously on the door. "GIR, open this door!" The door swung open revealing a small green dog standing on its hindlegs.
"Meow," The dog greeted its master with a wide grin.
"Wrong animal, GIR," The boy said clenching his fists and gritting his teeth, "Move out of the way," He started to walk in side but was forced back out by his parents.
"Welcome home, Son," they stated mechanically and in unison.
"Get out of my way!" He shouted before storming inside and slamming the door behind. He then opened the door and screeched "If any of you tell anyone about this, you will all fear, the wrath of Zim!" He slammed the door again which caused the little house to rock.
The neighbors stared at the house for several more minutes before continuing as they were before the incident occurred. No one really cared or was interested in what went on in that or the people that lived there. Everyone had already come to the same conclusion, those people were FREAKS!
Zim nervously peeked outside careful to hide his face. He had removed his disguise in order to analyze the situation at hand but kept it close by, in case he had to put it back on in a hurry. His squeedly spooch was pounding with fear, he felt that he had been uncomfortably close to being exposed and it was not by that idiot, Dib. He could not help but look out the window repeatedly. Each time, he expected to see black vans ready to tear him away to some government lab, where they would perform hideous experiments on him. The thought made him shiver.
"What cha doin'?" GIR whispered softly to Zim causing Zim nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Did you have to scream, GIR!?" Zim shouted as he grabbed his chest.
"But I didn't scream," GIR asked confused "Did you want me to?"
"Nooo!" Zim shouted back, "Where were you today when I needed you GIR?"
"I milked a cow," GIR stated proudly "Milk?" He cheerfully held out the bottle of fresh milk toward his master.
"No, I don't want any milk, GIR, I want to know why I can't count on you to be dependable for anything," He knocked the milk out of GIR's hands. "I was forced to talk to that smelly monkey beast next door," GIR just stared at Zim with his soulless wide eyes which soften Zim's squeedly spooch. Zim could never stay mad at him, he grown attached to the disturbed little psycho. He patted GIR reassuringly on the head.
"I am sorry, GIR," He sighed, "I am just frustrated that I have to report another failure to the Tallest," Zim tried so hard to meet the Tallest's expectations of him. It seemed each time, he contacted them, and it was to report another failure. The Tallest would soon begin to lose faith in him, and they may send another Invader to replace him. "So be it," he said to himself under his breath. He was a proud Irken and the best Invader in the Irken military but he would not excuse his continued failures to the Tallest any longer. If the Tallest felt it necessary, he would resign as his role as an Invader with honor and return to Irk. He would just not be the one to remind them or bring it up. He walked toward the TV screen.
"Computer, contact the Tallest," Zim stated firmly as he struggled to compose himself.
"Do I have to?" The Computer groaned. Zim was becoming more and more frustrated each day. None of his servants were obeying him like they were supposed to.
"Just do it!" His voice crackled. He had done so much screaming today, he felt that he would soon lose his voice.
"Fine," The Computer reluctantly agreed. Several minutes of silence passed. Zim had been staring at GIR, who had shoved Minimoose into his mouth. The little moose was now squeaking incessantly in GIR's stomach. "The transmission is not being received,"
"Not received?" Zim asked as he picked up GIR and shook him until Minimoose emerged out of his stomach and inexplicably with a sombrero. "Is the transmission being blocked?" Zim took a quick peek out the window. He wanted to make sure the government drones were not blocking his transmissions in order to isolate him from the Armada.
"No, the Transmission is reaching the Armada, but they are just not answering," The Computer replied,
"Hmmm…maybe it is a bad signal," Zim wondered while ignoring the statements of his computer. "It is possible that our communication satellite was damaged,"
"No, they are just not picking up…" The Computer started before being interrupted by Zim.
"Try piggy backing our signal off of Invader Groot's satellite," Zim commanded. Invader Groot's target planet, Quals, was closest to Earth and since Groot's mission paled in comparison to Zim's, he was sure the Tallests would not mind.
"Hacking Irken Satellite frequency!"
"It's not hacking, we are just borrowing Groot's satellite while we contact the Tallest because our satellite is down," Zim explained. A fuzzy image appeared on the TV screen.
"Invader Groot, Are you still there?" A voice emitted from the screen. "Invader Groot, dammit, I think we lost him,"
"Oh well, service drone, I need snacks now and tell Candy drone to get out here now!" Another voice demanded, "Wait, who is that?" The image of two tall figures standing on a platform could be made out. As the image cleared, two visibly disappointed green aliens, who were wearing identical suits that matched their red and purple eyes respectively, could be made out on the screen.
"Its Zim hide before he …"
"My Tallests, This is your faithful Invader, Zim, here to submit my mission report," Zim stood proud and firm as the Tallest grudgingly flopped into their seats.
"Zim, what is the point of ignoring your calls if you are just going to hack someone else's satellite frequency!" Tallest Purple said noticeably exhausted, "and where are my snacks, Drone," Zim could hear the computer muttering 'I told you'.
"What he means to say is, we were dealing with a crisis involving Invader Groot, and interruption may have cost him dearly?" Tallest Red remarked. GIR was now chasing Minimoose around the house, trying to retrieve his sombrero but Minimoose taunted him by floating just out of reach. Zim was embarrassed to have this nonsense going on while he was to report to his leaders. He quickly snatched the sombrero away from Minimoose and tossed it into the kitchen out of view of the Tallest.
"I am sorry, My Tallests but I believed that my crucial mission report was more important than anything offered by that slacker Groot,"
"That slacker scored…forget it, just tell us what you want now," Tallest Red sighed, he knew there was no reasoning with Zim, so why would he even bother.
"Sirs, I just completed Operation…" Zim paused for dramatic effect "Thunder Hog!"
"Thunder Hog?" Tallest Red asked skeptically. He and Purple began whispering to each other.
"Thunder Hog!" GIR shouted as he latched onto Zim's head.
"GIR get off me, I can't play right now, go play with your sombrero or with Minimoose, just don't bother me at the moment," He tore GIR away from his face and threw him to the floor. GIR then ran off to make a mess of the house. Zim would have tried to stop him but he needed to show the Tallest that he was in control of the situation.
"Well, Zim as much as we want to hear the details of your obviously "ingenious" plan, we have…"
"Operation Thunder Hog was a great feat of military engineering and ingenuity," Zim continued, as he completely ignored his leaders' protests. "The plan was to gather pigs from all over the local farming communities and exposed them to high doses of radiation, in order to create a giant radioactive super pig with sole mission of consuming the Dib human's massive head," Zim clenched his fists in amazement at his own genius. "I even got a Powerpoint and Charts,"
"Let me, guess it failed?" Tallest Purple asked bluntly,
"Oh no no no, my Tallest, you can have faith in Zim, it did not fail…entirely," He added under his breath.
"Mary's here!" GIR exclaimed as he happily danced around the room.
"GIR!" Zim shouted, "I said do not bother me now," GIR started to jump excitedly at the window.
"And she brought ham," GIR's mouth watered, "I like ham!"
"Yes…Yes, GIR, Now leave me alone", He told GIR before he returned to the Tallests. "I was able to successfully create the radioactive hog monster and unleash it against the Dib worm," The Tallest feinted interested as Zim went through the details of his mission. "Unfortunately, there was an unforeseeable complication in my calculations,"
"Zim!" A shout could be made out from outside.
"Oh no," He muttered to himself as his antennas drooped in dread. This was the worst possible time. "My Tallests, let's move our conversation to the lab," The Tallests who were not really paying attention suddenly took notice.
"Zim, we…mow mm are mmbusy, running the mmmpire and muff," Tallest Purple stated with a mouth full of candy. "This is some good candy, good work, drone,"
"If you have something else to do go ahead, but we have real…I mean other Invaders to talk to," Tallest Red was reaching the end of his rope with Zim.
"No, No my Tallest, Zim is never busy for you," Zim said nervously. Shouts of Zim continue to wail outside with loud monstrous squealing sounds.
"Zim, if you are not coming outside then I am coming inside!" The voice screamed.
"Computer defensive mode!" Zim barked while still pretending everything was fine.
"Defenses have been activated…Defenses have been destroyed," The Computer stated in the same sentence. Then the front right corner of the house came crashing down and a glowing green three faced pig ,of enormous size, emerged through the dust. Attached to the pigs' head was a piece of hardware that buried itself into the pigs' skin with blinders covered the pig's eyes. The pig monster was being led on a leash by a small boy with a rather oversized head. The boy's cloths were tattered and his head was covered in bite marks.
"Dib, attacking my own base with my own creature," Zim hissed with resentment then he peered toward the Tallest, who were suddenly very interested in what was going on. "I mean, oh no, little boy, Are you and your normal Earth dog lost?" Dib tilted his head puzzled.
"No.. I am here to give you a taste of your own medicine," Dib explained,
"Well, little boy, I do not know where you grandma is but if I see her, I will tell her you came by," Zim tried to wave Dib off.
"Man, you are in denial!" Dib snapped out of frustration, "You just tried to kill me with this…" Dib looked over at the pig monster. "I am not entirely sure what it is, but I know what I am going do with it," Zim could not take it any longer, he would not be embarrassed in front of the Tallests any longer.
"Foolish, dimwitted Dib with your abnormally large head, thinking you are, oh, so smart," Zim laughed manically as he wrung his hands together, "How smart are you now that you foolishly wandered into my cleverly disguised trap, giving me an excellent opportunity to show the Tallests, my ingenious plan, firsthand," Zim started shuffling through his pockets, "Hold on for a second…where is it?"
"Looking for this," Dib held up a small Irken headset with a little microphone. "The next time, you send something to kill me, make sure you can actually control it," Dib smiled with delight. "And my head's not big, maybe slightly above average but not big!" He lifted the microphone to mouth. "Sick him," The blinders, that covered the pigs' bulging red eyes, were removed and the pig's six eyes directly focused on Zim. The creature squealed furiously before charging at Zim.