"Zim, what is wrong with you?" Skoodge asked. "You're in love with a human; you want the attention of the humans, and you have absolutely no interest in conquering. What's up?" he was mindlessly petting GIR, who was in his dog suit and loving the belly rubbing.
"Eh? Nothing's wrong; I'm fine!" Zim responded.
"See? That's exactly what I'm talking about! You normally would have said something like 'Eh? Nothing is wrong with the great ZIM! How dare you suggest I am anything other than the greatest invader ever!'" Skoodge said, comically imitating Zim. Zim chuckled.
"I did not talk like that!"
"Yes, you did! That's the point! I swear, Zim, you're not yourself," Skoodge said.
"Sir! Alert!" the base warned, making Skoodge jump out of his seat, making GIR unwillingly leave his lap. "I have finally determined the cause of your odd behavior, your height, and other anomalies in your system!"
"Well? Tell me!"
"I'm sorry sir, I cannot," the computer responded.
"Wait, what anomaly?" Skoodge asked.
"About a week ago the computer detected an anomaly in my biology; I've had him scan me every day after school for the past week to find out what it is. So, why can't you tell me?"
"Prime directive," it said, no hint of GIR in its personality.
"'Prime directive'? I'm your master, an Irken invader! Serving me is your 'prime directive'!"
"No, sir, you're a fry cook. You are not, in fact, in invader. It is in my programming not to reveal this information,"
"So, it's common for Irkens, then? If it wasn't, there would be no programming against revealing it," Zim reasoned. Skoodge and the computer were stunned; no one expected Zim to make logical leaps like that.
"Well… err… ah…" the computer stammered. Why is the computer stammering? Skoodge thought. "My directive comes directly from the Control Brains. However, I did not reveal that information. Someone is coming for you, but you didn't hear that," the computer said.
"Thank you," Zim said.
"Well, as fun as this is, I need to go help Gaz with our project; Saxons. Thrilled," Skoodge joked, turning to leave.
"She's already upstairs, you know," the computer said.
"What?" Skoodge said, turning around. It was a pointless gesture, the computer was everywhere, but it was meant to look more dramatic than anything. "What do you mean she's already upstairs?"
"She came approximately five minutes ago; however it did not need an alert as she is on the 'Allowed' list,"
Skoodge activated his holographic disguise, heading up the elevator to meet Gaz in the living room.
"Hey, Gaz!" Skoodge said when he reached the ground floor. "So, ready to finish up?"
"Two things; one, the project was completed and turned in days ago. Two, I-I'm here to see Zim," Gaz said, looking shameful.
"Alright then, bye!" Skoodge said, walking out the front door. "Come, Gary!" the SIR unit followed behind, running on four legs in its ferret suit. Skoodge began to walk home, or what he could call home. He walked to downtown, leading to the HQ of Irken Enterprises. He walked inside, aware of the security cameras looking at him.
"Hey, Tak," he said, waving as he headed straight for the elevator. "Home," he commanded, and the elevator lurched to life, heading up. It went up, and Skoodge mindlessly counted the floors, as he always does. 3…4…5…6…7, he concluded, and the doors opened. It looked like an upscale apartment, complete with a complete kitchen stocked with breads, pastas, a water purifier, and sugar. He walked over to the counter, grabbing a glass of water and dumping in three tablespoons of sugar and mixed it well. Taking his mixture, he walked over to the couch, turning on the TV to watch the late night talk shows. He wasn't quite caught up with Earth culture to get all the references, but without sleep, one had a lot of time on their hands.
Gary curled up next to him, his disguise now off, staring at the screen with his piercing, red eyes. He absorbed all the information, but unlike GIR, he couldn't laugh at the jokes. SIR units helped one fend off loneliness, but they weren't true companions. Skoodge began to scratch the robot's head, like he did with GIR, but it didn't react. It sat there, perfectly still, watching the show. Skoodge sighed, and gulped down his sugar water. He walked over to the fridge, hoping to make himself a snack before the next show. He grabbed a Deelishus Weenie hotdog, and plopped it on a plate before setting it in the microwave. Then he heard something.
His antennae wiggled, trying to pick up the noise. It was the elevator. But Tak was already at her floor, and Gary was still sitting on the couch. It wasn't Mimi; the elevator was groaning and squeaking too much for a light SIR unit. Mimi with groceries? No, there was a rustle of fabric. He closed his eyes, focusing intently. It sounded like an Irken fabric, and boots scraping on the tile floor of the elevator. Skoodge opened the door into the hallway, calling the elevator.
The door opened, revealing the person inside a surprise to the short Irken. She stood there, her hands on her hips, a deep scar on the right side of her face. A small robot stood next to her, its eyes cyan like GIR's. She looked like she was pissed at the world, like a female version of the old Gaz everyone talked about. Her antennae curled, revealing one was considerably shorter than the other.
"Hey, do you know where I can find Fry cook Zim?" she asked.
"Not here," Skoodge replied.
"Thanks anyways," she said, pressing a button on the elevator's inside.
"What, what's your name?"
"Tenn,"
Yes, an entire chapter from one perspective. Skoodge's, of all the characters. I reread my story and forgot to add a few things and tie a few ends, so I'm going to take care of those.
See, I promised Tenn! And I delivered! I'm going to change her design slightly, though. For one thing, she has battle scars. Remember those broken SIR units she received instead of Zim in 'Megadoomer'? Yeah, those did some damage. Mentally, too. She's pissed at the empire and all who sympathize. That includes invaders.
Wow, two chapters in one day! There's so much you can accomplish without TF2, huh?
Also, I promised I'd explain a joke from earlier, and it seems I neglected to. The line 'INVADER ZIM! Get your coat!' is a reference to a line from Doctor Who.