Mkay, I finished the next chapter! I should have had it done two days ago, but I got caught up in things.
I don't own Invader Zim or anything related to it, neither do I own that picture of a PAK.
Chapter Two
The excess energy caused Zim's PAK to start glowing, along with his skin, faintly.
In a panic, he started to pull on the wires that connected him to the energy box. It was in vain, however, because the cords had sunk in deep with the claws that were at the ends of them. GIR, noticing his struggle, attempted to help. He grabbed the wires with his stubby arms and tried pulling too. It helped a little, but the cords would still not budge.
"Why did you get yourself stuck to a box?! I once got stuck in a drier, but never tied to a box!" GIR shouted enthusiastically.
In a last attempt effort to disconnect himself, Zim dug his heels into the dirt and pulled with all his might, commanding the PAK to let go. He was practically screaming in his mind, gritting his teeth.
The claws that dug into the box loosened, and with an additional few pulls, they relented, sending both Zim and GIR flying backwards. The cords retracted back into the metal device on his back. Zim stared at the sky, relieved.
"See?!" GIR squealed. "I got out of the drier after about 5 hours, so I was sure that you could escape the box sooner or later."
Zim glanced at the little robot on his left, sitting up. The robot's blue eyes turned cheerful and he smiled at him.
Stupid robot-thing. I'm not your "trash buddy", so why won't you leave me alone?!
The lights everywhere continued to flicker erratically afterwards, so it looked like the power lines had been seriously damaged.
Not my problem. I have to find a place with tools so I can try and find out what's wrong with my PAK.
The excess power was still making his PAK glow pink. His skin as well was faintly glowing. GIR looked overly excited when he eventually noticed this. He poked his skin and giggled every time.
The air started to get cold, occasionally blowing a breeze through the fence and to them. Dust blew in the air, reminding GIR of his trash pile, all alone in the alley. He stopped giggling and poking Zim.
"When can we go to my trash pile…?" GIR asked sadly, wiping away sudden tears. "I miss my trash pile…"
Zim, overwhelmed by GIR's stupidity and his own situation, turned to him angrily.
"Look, I don't care about your trash pile, okay?!" He yelled. Except the robot obviously had no idea what he had just said, because he started grinning like an idiot again.
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Running down the road as fast as he could, Dib jumped over a small fence and dodged a few trees before arriving pretty close to the giant fence surrounding the power station. A lamp's bulb exploded and fell onto the ground, sparking and smoking. Determined to see who was doing this on one of the craziest holiday nights of the year, he started to sneak towards the fence.
As he neared, he saw where the faint green light was coming from. A figure, hunched over, sitting and staring off into space while a little robot talked to him.
What the heck…? He narrowed his eyes to try and get a better look through his thick glasses. The robot did a little dance in an apparent attempt to cheer the figure up, but he didn't move.
Looks like he's… glowing…? Dib stared, confused at the strange scene before him. He tried to get even closer, but stepped on a twig, alerting the robot of his presence. He cringed.
"Oh, it's big-head coat guy!" GIR laughed insanely and waved at Dib's silhouette in the darkness. He bent down to whisper to Zim. "I'll be back, trash buddy! Maybe the big-head can cheer you up!" He skipped off towards Dib, making squeaky noises when he stepped.
The Irken growled in annoyance, and then looked behind him to see who "big-head" was. A silhouette about as tall as himself, maybe a little taller. He was wearing a trench coat.
The robot skipped to the fence and grinned at Dib, leaning forward. Dib didn't really know the robot, other than sometimes seeing him outside his window in a trash pile, in a green dog costume.
"My trash buddy got stuck to a box, big-head! Then he got sad! Could you cheer him up?!" GIR whispered softly, like it was some sort of top secret information. He looked back and forth like he was confirming no one was listening in.
Not knowing what to make of the figure, or the robot asking him to help his "trash buddy", whatever that meant, Dib started to walk around the fence, trying to get to the other side of the figure to see him better through the strange glow.
When he could fully make out what the robot had been talking about, Dib stood there, awestruck. A faintly glowing creature with a metal device attached to its back. It was definitely not human, seeing as it had antennae pressed against its head. It, or most likely he, was watching him, keeping his eye on him without turning his head. He was clearly suspicious of what his next action would be.
Is this thing… an alien?
The thing that could finally prove that he's not crazy? He had always believed in Bigfoot and ghosts and everything, and had even seen them a few times, but those things were taken as myths by everyone. Aliens couldn't really be disproven. He had never seen an alien, but always hoped he could, so he could bring back evidence of their encounter.
What should I do…? He wondered.
The Irken stood up and brushed off his pink uniform. The person staring at him weirdly was probably a member of this planets species, and they didn't look very threatening. But by the way he looked at him, they weren't used to other species.
It must be a remote planet… Zim thought. They stared at each other for a while.
Eventually Dib got out of his awestruck trance and managed to raise his hand to wave. It was an awkward wave, and wasn't able to be seen very well through the fence and the darkness, but he didn't know what else to do in the strange situation he had found himself in. He had so many questions, but had to keep them to himself.
Zim noticed the wave, but didn't say or do anything. He continued to watch him carefully. GIR, getting restless in the moment, started playing in the dirt with a bug.
The Irken, not being able to explain about the power thing anyway due to his lack of speech and simply not knowing what had happened himself, turned away and began walking towards the fence on the opposite side so he could climb over it. Dib watched, seeing his big chance just walk away, and stood there, watching him while trying to find the courage to yell at him.
"Uh…erm…" He stammered, lifting a finger as if to try and stop him. "H-hey! Where are you going?!"
He ran alongside the fence to follow him, standing right underneath the alien as he climbed the fence and dropped down next to him softly. GIR followed suit, scaling the fence and landing on Zim's back, laughing. He winced.
"A-are you… um…" Dib managed to get out. He was trying not to seem stupid while talking to a most likely much more intelligent being than him from another world, but he knew he sounded like an idiot. He stopped talking and just stared at him some more up and down.
Creepy. Zim narrowed one eye at him before briskly turning around and walking off, GIR still clinging to his back. The faint glowing on his skin began to wear off slowly.
Dib blinked as he watched him walk away. Where is he going? Back to base? I can't just follow him can I? Why did he do that to our power lines? To disrupt the New Year's Celebration? But why? How? Is he going to invade us? I have to stop him!
His mind swarmed with questions, blocking out any other thoughts. Before he knew it, the alien was gone, disappeared somewhere into the distance.