Haha!
Sorry for the joke chapter though.
I mean, first, I take forever to update…
Then I raise your hopes…
Then I smash them into tiny pieces, like that failed helicopter escape plan way earlier in the story.
But I must say, writing like an n00b was hard work! Those guys deserve more credit.
NOTE: I notice a whole bunch of stories are popping up. A few extremely good ones, such as 'Even the Rain Bleeds' and 'Horten Hears a Dib' and a few… um… Extremely bad ones… I won't name them though. For the love of god people, don't encourage the OC/Main Characters. I want to slice my eyes out…
And I must say, over 300 reviews is pretty sweet. That's more then a few popular ZADR fanfictions!
I wish I could brag about this to a friend, but she seems to be obsessed with another fandom at the moment. Made me a bit mad when she just up and left. (Especially when she was the main character of several IZ fan RPG's.) Oh well.
So everyone? Give yourselves a pat on the back! I couldn't have done this without you all! Enjoy your last chapter, the tales of Zim's and Dib's journey is coming to an epic and earth-shattering end!
(Except for the people who just read and never reviewed)
And just so you people won't have a heat attack after reading this, here are some spoilers for this chapter!
Dib and Zim shall finally hook up and get married!
Red shall realize his mad ways and make things right!
A mysterious Irken/Human will make an appearance and kill 002!
All killed off characters will come back to life, healthy as ever!
Earth will welcome Zim and Dib back with open arms!
Everyone will live happily ever after.
alltotalandutterlies
DISCLAIMER: I own none of the original!
The halls began to empty as the red flashing lights and blaring alarms slowed to a soft vain whimper.
The walls creak and moan as if any second they would give in and shatter, leaving everyone inside to the cruel vacuum of space.
Sounds of quickly paced heavy footsteps are heard.
"ZIM!" Dib screamed. His voice was strained with fear and worry. "Zim! Skooge, where are you?" He began to regret his decision. What if they already left? What if he stayed behind for nothing?
But stress nearly left completely at the view of the end of the hall, which was now being filled up with a light layer of smoke. "There you two are…" He breathed.
Zim looked up him expectedly and grinned. "You didn't escape?"
"I thought you two needed a little help." Dib said nattily. He took a closer look at the Irkens and noticed the Pak's. "Um…?"
Skooge glared at Dib. "Will you hurry up? The ship won't last much longer!"
0o0
Back on Irk, things weren't getting any better. Since the selected areas have been sealed off, the Irkens were beginning to panic. Some went as far as sealing themselves in their housing unit, and shooting anything and everything that moved. Other placed their complete faith in the Tallest, which was pretty much useless as sweeping a beach clean of sand.
All guards were out on the watch, and soldiers swept though living units and working flats. Every Irken found on the street were quickly interrogated, and most of the time the Irkens had to lie about seeing 002 just to get away with their lives. This just added to the confusion and chaos.
Red, trapped in a special bunker had to make all his orders based off of maps and reports. 002 had targeted a generator plant on a lower level, and had caused a massive black out. No matter what happened, 002 never was even seen by the guards or Irkens. It was like a blind cat chasing after a rat.
"This thing doesn't even have a brain anymore! How is it possible that it keeps escaping?" Red snarled the highly ranked soldier in front of him. The soldier only entered a second before, and hardly was able to adjust to the sudden yelling. He trembled slightly before his Tallest, and slowly handed Red a small box.
Red snatched it from him and examined it closely. It was small, like a perfume box. It was black with no distinctive designs except for three dime sized holes in the side; which was framed with thin lines of gold. "What is this?" Red snapped.
"It was found at the location of the last sighting of 002. The creature… it seems to be changing."
Red looked up at him. "Changing?" He repeated in the form of a question.
"Yes. Um… You see my Tallest. I was there. I saw it. 002 saw me too, and honest to Spork, I thought I was going to die!" The soldier sputtered. "But then… Sir, the thing smiled at me! With all those ugly teeth and that horrible blood stained face. Oh Irk, I must be a coward, because I didn't even have the nerve to draw out my weapon or even run for that matter. Then, 002 crouched down on its knees and placed this chip on the ground."
Red gripped the box tightly. "002 is regaining the ability to make choices. That mean it's recovering, but why hasn't it returned?" He muttered quietly to himself. Red looks up at the soldier. "This is a chip? But it has to be ancient in order to be this size!"
The soldier shrugged sadly. "I am a little familiar with the history of technology. And it is old. It has to be; because Sporks insignia is on it."
The soldier took a small scan-ray from his PAK and turned it on. Everyone in the room watched with interest as the machine buzzed over the box, making it glow a bright blue. Two letters written in Irken glowed red, as if it were always there. Once the scan was over, the chip returned to its original dull black form.
"We have to go to the control brains." Red said, already standing up. "It's the only way for me to find out what is on this memory chip."
The soldier nodded, and opened the door. "Yes, my Almighty Tallest."
0o0
"What do you mean there isn't any left?" Screamed Zim, as he pounded on a small control panel. The small screen nearly snapped in half, but didn't completely cave in. Skooge looked over at Dib, who was franticly trying to see if there was at least one left over by manually running up and down the hall. But each airlock door was empty on the other side.
"Is this the part where we pray, or where we say sappy goodbyes to each other?" Skooge asked, not seeming to be all too affected by the situation. Skooge figured that since this the end of him, there was no point in crying about it.
Dib shot a glare at him. "This is the part where use plan B."
"What's plan B again?" Zim asked.
"…I haven't thought of it yet."
The ship began to rock slowly, side to side. A loud crashing noise is heard coming though the vents. The small creaks and groans Dib heard earlier became screeching and screaming.
"We have to move." Zim grabbed Skooge by the arm and pulled him down the hall. Dib followed close behind, twitching at every noise. A sharp wind pulled against them, making the running all the more harder.
"The ship is falling apart!"
Dib felt like he lost his footing, and quickly clung onto an empty doorway. "Zim!" He screamed. The wind pulled harder, if Dib were to let go he would be falling down into the hallway. Suddenly he felt a hand grab him and it pulled him into the room.
Thrown onto the floor, Dib for a moment lost his glasses. "What happened? What was all that?' he asked frantically.
Skooge slammed the door closed. "That…That…" He dropped to his knees, dragging a very unwilling Zim with him.
"Hey!"
"We only have seconds!" The pudgy Irken choked out. "All the air is running out, not that matters much. The ship should implode on itself any moment now."
The rocked violently as the sounds of the ship exploding is heard on the other side. Dib gasped quietly as he noticed a small desk in front of him began to float.
"The gravity is off as well." Zim muttered. Now slightly floating, he looks around the room. "Hey… We are in the waste room!"
Skooge rolled his eyes. "My dream come true: Death in a trash can."
"What are you doing Zim?" Dib asked. He managed to find his glasses, which was floating in front of him. He was clinging onto the wall the best he could so he wouldn't be floating helplessly in the center like Skooge and Zim were.
Zim pointed to the dumpster pod. "There! We go there!"
"You have a very low self-esteem Zim." Skooge muttered.
Zim grabbed Skooge by the shirt and shook him excitedly. "I found our escape you tub of lard! Try to keep up if you want to live!"
The door made an awful noise, as it was going to cave into the pressure of holding back the cruel vacuum of space behind it. Dib panicked and kicked himself off the wall and tumbled in the group. Everyone slammed on the dumpster pod, nearly hard enough to break the connection between Skooge and Zims PAK's.
Skooge seemed upset about this, but Zim was strangely ecstatic about the whole act. Without hast, he typed furiously on the dumpster control pad. The filthy grease stained doors opened, releasing an awful smell as if an unwashed animal walking in it, made waste, puked, and then died in it.
"You don't expect for us to in there, do you?" Dib cried holding his nose.
Zim pushed everyone in, and quickly shut the airlock gates. "Thanks for the push Dib." He laughed. Dib was too busy choking on the fumes to care.
The small fleet of Irkens ships fired their cannons for the final time. The rest of the battered and torn ship was torn into pieces, and the legendary Resisty ship was no more. The force of the explosion helped sling the dumpster pod into space, spiraling out of control.
0o0
Red stood silently before the larger humming machine; the chip was tightly clenched in his claw. A guard who stood behind him wondered if the Tallest might break the cube in his grasp. The rest of the solders kept a paranoid eye out for 002.
More then anything, Red wanted to know what was on the chip. But to do that, the Control Brain had to revert back to its old programming. And once the Brains learn that the Tallest himself created such a monster and was planning to replace the entire race with this new breed, which alone could be enough to tear him off the highest seat of power. And the falling society would only push the idea of deactivation into mind.
But Red also knew that things might just get worse anyways. A few Irkens were breaking loose of the main program: Worship the Tallest, Obey the Tallest and above all, do not question the Tallest. Zim was one of the first to break free of this rule, and many are starting to ask questions.
'If Tallest Red created 002, then why is he having such a hard time controlling it?'
'Wait… Wasn't Zim in prison when Purple was murdered?'
'Yeah, that old Fob fella came down to the shop earlier. He wouldn't stop yapping about him.'
'It doesn't add up!'
'The times must have jumbled up.'
'Yeah… Some kind of error…'
A Tallest destroyed by the Control Brain was a fairly better fate then to have a Tallest torn down by the Irken people themselves.
Red scoffed. He definitely did not want Irk to become what Zim would call, 'A-Mare-A-Ka' whatever the hell that meant.
And with that in mind, he spoke up. "Control Brain."
The enormous machine whirred to life. There was one control brain one every major
Capital Planet, each one in charge of different duties depending on what was the planets function. But the majority of the Irken population rarely saw Irk's Control Brain. It was the Brain that kept all the other brains in order, including the Tallest. That is, until Red went ahead and reprogrammed it.
He was the first Tallest to do so.
"Yes, My Tallest?"
Red swallowed. "Re-enter recent reprogramming upgrades Alfa-A-3-6."
The brains hummed again. "Files Accessed."
"Delete them and replace Alfa-A-3-6 with the recently isolated files AI-Semantics." Tallest Red commanded.
The room rumbled slightly as the wires glow a hot red. The entire system was realigning itself with the old program, the only program that seemed to work flawlessly for the past millennia. And as the Control Brains slowly regained their memories and intelligence, they began to snake their cords towards Reds Pak.
"Old Program is running…"
Red let out a breath of relief.
"…Just as it should have been doing!"
The cord wrapped itself around Red's waist angrily, and latched onto his Pak. He cried out for help, but the guards wisely backed away from their doomed leader. Red's life was in the hands of the Brains now.
"Tallest Red, you have single handedly shamed the very pride of Irk. You have broken nearly every covenant, including three of the most sacred of laws. You dare attempted to change the very face of the Irken. You allowed Irk to rot slowly from the inside out."
Red shook his head back and forth, as if to deny these charges. "I was doing it for the good of Irk! I was trying to advance the species, destroy the weakness of the body."
The cords latches tightly into the Pak, and the information and memories rolled into the Brains. The glowing eyes of the brains seem to glare down at Red accusingly. Out of fear, he dropped the block onto the floor, making it seemingly useless.
"Tallest Red, your Pak is determined defective."
Throughout the entire lower level, a bloodcurdling scream is heard.
Then, nothing…
Silence.
0o0
It was completely dark when Dib woke up. There was a brief moment where he couldn't remember where he was, who he was with or even who he was. He clawed at the filthy floor and cried out in pain. The explosion knocked everyone around in the small dumpster pod, hitting the walls and floor.
"Z-Zim." Dib reached out to feel a body, and found an arm. He shook it. "Zim." He whispered weakly.
The body moved slightly. "Dib-Stink."
A smile broke out on Dibs face as tears streamed down. "Well, your plan worked."
He felt the arm pull away suddenly. "No, it didn't."
The room stayed silent for a moment. Dib felt his mind drifting in and out of reality, as the smell worsened. "Someone will find us…"
Zim spat. "Everyone thinks we are dead Dib. I saved us from the other Irkens but…"
Dib slowly went limp, and laid down next to Zim. The room felt so stale, it was getting harder to breath. He suddenly realized something wet was trickling down his face. He didn't check what it was though.
"Someone will find us."
"We are in a dumpster pod, in, literally, the middle of nowhere Dib."
Dib felt his eyelids close. Sleep sounded pretty good right about now.
Zim spoke on with a broken voice. "We are running out of oxygen Dib. Dumpster pods were never meant for the living. We are a floating tin can."
"Someone will find us…"
"No Dib, no one will."
"Please…" He pleaded silently.Dib was unconscious now. Zim reached out and softly took his shoulder. It was so dark, but he could tell the boy was losing blood. Zim closed his eyes as well, and laughed softly.
"There is no such thing as a happy ending." He whispered.
And we slowly drove away
Leaving behind all else
Life is not like the fairy tales
Nor is full of woe
We rode away for the inevitable
Drift away and disappear
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Well, that's the end I guess.
The poem is by me.
I got other things on my plate.
I might make a sequel.
But then…
Maybe not…
Please review.
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Wow, I think this is the first time I ended a real story.
Heh.
Okay then, take care!