Chapter 2
"My Tallest." The female Irken saluted, a smirk on her features.
Red and Purple stood, looking at her expectantly. "And how are your plans going?"
"Almost done, my Tallest. Tomorrow I will have everything set out."
"Good! And when he's gone, we'll eat doughnuts, right?" Purple asked, in his weirdly high-pitched voice.
"Uh...you can, my Tallest."
Red and Purple nodded. "So when will Zim be dead?"
"I'm thinking at the least, maybe two weeks from now. If nothing goes wrong."
"Excellent," Red said.
Where the hell did he go?! I thought. I was slightly out of my window, looking down. Looking closely, I saw there was long, skinny lines on my house. I realized he must have slid down, with his spider legs.
"Zim!" I tried to yell as loud as I could, trying not to get my parents to see what was up.
I didn't see anything for a while, and my eyes wandered back to the marks.
He's wrecking my house!
Then I heard and saw something. A scuffling below. The bushes were moving.
A figure crawled out of the bushes and flopped down, on his back. He looked up, looking quite disheveled, sticks and leaves sticking out all over him.
"Get up here!"
The spider legs, appeared once again, and they lifted him off the ground and up the side of the house, taking a bit long to make sure he didn't slide...again.
Heaving himself, in my room, he made his spider legs go back in.
"You wrecked my house!"
"Your house wrecked ZIM," he replied, pulling twigs and such out of his hair and clothing.
"Ugh. I just hope nobody noticed."
Zim shrugged, readjusting his hair.
"...Now, I don't get why you're here."
"ZIM has told you already."
"No, no," I said, "Why you aren't on TV. Wait!" I said, before he could say something. "I...you seriously are on TV. You're on tonight. 'Invader Zim', that's what it's called. You're a...cartoon."
"Eh?"
"Uh, yeah. Hold on, I'll show you."
I walked over to my computer, typing in without bothering to sit down. I had pulled the chair up, seeing as it had fallen over along with me.
I waited until it loaded, then typed in "invader zim".
It loaded, and Zim cried, "What is this?"
I imagined how weird this must be, realizing you were a cartoon. Uh...maybe not, but I knew it must be pretty weird.
The page showed a picture of him.
I noted, "You're taller in person," while scrolling down.
"Wait," he said, grabbing my hand. He read the page out loud. "Invader Zim is an American animated television series....MADNESS! MADNESS!" He started screaming and running around the room.
"Shhh!!! My parents!"
He stopped, considering. "Ah, yes. Your parental units. Can't we just destroy them?"
"No."
He look disappointed.
"So keep it down," I told him.
He walked over to the screen, squinting as though it was really hard to read. "Created by comic book writer SLASH artist Jhonen Vasquez."
He added the "SLASH" unnesessary, and pronounced Jhonen's name wrong. He said "Joeho-nan Vah-squeeze".
"Jhonen Vasquez, Zim."
He was eyeing the picture next to the article, clearly distressed.
"How do you know this, human? And...a HUMAN created me? Madness!" he said, but thankfully wasn't as loud as before.
"Because...I watch the show and...I've been there before."
"Where? Here?" He pointed to the computer screen.
"Yeah. The site."
He read the article's first paragraph.
"Cult following? Cancelled?"
"Uh, yeah."
"FILTHY HUMANS COULD NOT TAKE THE MIGHTY ZIM!"
"Keep it down!" I hissed.
He returned to the computer once more, scrolling down.
"This...this shows my weaknesses! My RACE'S weaknesses."
"Yeah, Zim, I don't think we plan on attacking your comic self or your comic companions anytime soon."
Zim stayed silent at this.
"Does the mighty ZIM look like a 'comic' to you?" He made little quotation marks at the word "comic".
"No...You look...well, alive," I said, eyeing him, "But...you're still a TV show."
Zim nodded. "I would like to see this "show" that you speak of. Lead the way, human!"
I glanced at the clock on the computer.
"It's not coming on for a while, Zim."
"Eh...Well, then. Entertain Zim!" he said, then sat down and looked up at me expectantly.