Authorz Note #1
Sup mah fellow readerz? I hope you're all doing well. Been awhile, huh? Again.
To anyone that has been following me and has been waiting for my next story (which would be nobody, I'm assuming), I apologize for the long wait. My reasoning for my absence is the same as last time. Personal life stuff and all that boring shiz. Also, I somewhat lost interest in writing stories for this site. Temporarily, anyway, even though I haven't done much yet lol. Recently, I've been slowly but surely gaining back my motivation again, so hopefully that'll me get back into action. Like I said before, if you don't care, I don't blame you š.
To anyone that's new, welcome! If you want to learn about me and my upcoming stories, give a quick look at my bio and that should hopefully answer any questions you may have regarding myself and what I have planned.
Anyway, this is the next series I mentioned in the statuz update from my Transformers thang. Invader Zim.
A dark and cynical cartoon that, for some reason, has had my interest for the last couple of months. Despite how gritty and messed it is, its unique characters and dark humor makes it oddly likable. So much, in fact, I think it may be one of my favorite shows that have aired on Nickelodeon. Well, I remember first seeing it on Nicktoons back in 2011 or 2012. Years after it was canceled. Yeah, if you didn't know, it only lasted two seasons. It really sucks but hey, at least the new Enter The Florpus film was pretty cool. If you haven't seen it, I'd definitely recommend it. It's on Netflix.
Anyway, as you could probably tell, this next story is an IZ one. One that takes place after the show and also the recent film. With it, I'm going to TRY my best to retain that same humor and charm from show, while also including new ideas into it as well.
One of those ideas being... a new character. Yes, I know, it ain't exactly an original concept. But ever since I've started rewatching the show, I've always thought it would be cool to see a slightly different type of character put into it. One that thinks a little differently from the others. Someone that'sā¦ well, once 'he's' introduced, more details will be given about his personality and all things related to him. So stay tuned for that!
Anywayz, I'll finally shut my loud mouth up and let you read my newest joint! Hope youz like it!
It's early morning in the downtown section of a futuristic city situated in the United States. Which city in particular? No-one knows. However, it appears to have recently been involved in a battle, as many buildings seem to be heavily damaged and weakened. There's also... burnt peanuts and destroyed robots scattered throughout the area. All of the robots have individual names too. It's a rather strange situation to say the least.
Within it, despite all that's happened, everything appears to be going as planned. Traffic is crashing into one another just to get into their lanes, people bear disgruntled looks on their faces as they make their way to work, a hawk just ate a poor little dove flying by, and all seems to be exceptionally normal in this 'everyday' metropolis. Well, that's if you consider a small green 'child' riding on the back of a flying dog normal.
Soaring through the airways of the town is a perfectly normal human boy from another country. His name is Zim... or if you have any brain cells, you'd know that this 'kid' is actually apart of an evil alien race known as the Irkens. Who are from a far away planet called Irk. For those who don't know, the self-proclaimed 'Invader Zim' was at one point a legitimate member of the Irken Invaders. A class of elite soldiers that are assigned to different planets across galaxies to invade and eventually conquer or destroy them.
However, one day Zim's leaders, the Tallests, commenced an important military operation called Operation Impending Doom. Which was supposed to be their kind's first plan for universal conquest... until Zim ruined it when he unknowingly blew up all of his fellow Irken Invaders with an enormous mech. Not realizing that he was still on his home-planet. Thus, the Tallests had his PAK, a device connected to the spine that serves as the life support, weapon storage, and secondary brain of an Irken, reprogrammed in order for him to become a food service drone. Where he would be banished to a conquered planet named Foodcourtia and work there for the rest of his life.
After spending what HE thought was enough time in the fast food industry, Zim 'escaped' his banishment in order to participate in the upcoming Operation Impending Doom TWO! By 'escaped', I mean that the dude literally just went out an open door next to him and nonchalantly walked away from his punishment. Angering his fry-lord to no avail.
Playing along with the small being and desperately wanting to get rid of him, the Tallests assigned Zim on a 'secret mission' to a planet so mysterious, no one has even heard of it. That planet being... Earth. As an unofficial Invader, they sent him on his way to the unknown world, where they assumed he'd eventually perish. Unfortunately for his leaders, Zim has been on Earth for a couple of years now and has since set up a base of operations within this very city. When he's out and about, he wears... a 'cleverly' constructed disguise that's supposed to make himself blend in with the indigenous lifeforms. Somehow it actually works out for him, as no-one suspects his TRUE identity. Well, ALMOST no-one.
Even though it should be obvious that this 'secret assignment' is all a clever ruse by his leaders to be rid of him, the arrogant Irken is too dense to realize that and persists in his deeds regardless.
"Onward GIR, ONWARD! I demand SPEED, oh such SPEEEED I demand!" Zim orders GIR, his robotic servant disguised as a green dog, to increase his velocity. GIR was haphazardly created by the Tallests from garbage and given to the small alien before his departure to Earth.
Normally, Irken Invaders are assigned SIRs, which are Standard issue Retrieval Units designed to aid their masters' quests in taking over their assigned planets. They're supposed to serve and obey every command given to them. GIR, however, is a little bit different from the others. Just... a little bit.
"WHEEEHEHEHE! I'Z A PRETTY GREEN PIGGY BIRD FLYING THROUGH THE BRIGHT RED SKY!" The android screams, with his tongue dangling out of his mouth. His alien master begins laughing maniacally as he discusses his next diabolically stupid plan. Laying it out in detail and taking his sweet time, of course.
"Muahahaha! These pitiful human smellies will finally be brought to their DISGUSTING knees once I unleash my newest INGENIOUS plan upon their FILTHY hair-covered heads!" The evil Irken swiftly controls his robotic minion past ruined skyscrapers and other structures that stand in his way. Though with immense difficulty, since the robot keeps wanting to smash into hotdog stands and taco shacks. "GIRRRRRRRR!" The annoyed alien blurts out.
GIR chuckles as he attempts to catch hotdogs and tacos that fly up into the air. Unfortunately, his master forces him to steer clear of them, leaving the SIR unit saddened and hungry. "Awww... I wanted to play with those hotdogs and tacos. AND THEN EAT THEM! And then spit them out and play with them again!"
Zim shakes his head, denying his... 'faithful' servant's wants. "No greasy human food, GIR! Not until we complete my plan to force the humans into musical submission! Activate the speak-y I implanted in you, at once!"
"Okie dokie!" At his master's command, GIR's dog ears transform into one large loudspeaker. Ready to be activated at his command.
"Despite the outcome of my flawless florpus-y plan of... florpusness, I shall not be brought down so easilyyy!" The green alien raises his right claw-like hand in the air. "Hehehe! Soon these primitive monkeys will... HEY! HEY! I CAN'T SEE A THING IN FRONT OF ME! GIR! CHANGE THE SIZE OF THE SPEAK-Y!"
"Hehehe! Change it? Or leave it how it is?"
"... Change it. NOW!"
The robotic 'servant' disguised as a weird looking canine nods his head and adjusts the size of the speaker. Though his master wasn't clear as to what size he wanted it to be.
"YOU MADE IT TOO BIG! Now all I see is the back of the speak-y! That has... gum on it for some reason... ugh." Disgusted, he quickly flicks the dried up gum off of the speaker. "Now reduce its size before someone grows suspicious!"
GIR finally obeys his command and makes the size of the speaker smaller. Not before making it grow big and small over and over again. Annoying his master and laughing joyfully as he does so.
"... I really don't like you."
Though the android can be helpful... sometimes, most of the time he's just... GIR. The green alien sighs as he speaks his mind about more important topics.
"Now onto my BRILLIANT scheme. We all know how much these revolting earthlings enjoy the sounds of annoying rhythmic beeps and clicks. Or 'MUSIC' as they call it. That was clearly evident in my previous plan... oh how glorious it was." Zim clasps his hands together while he reminisces about his most recent plan. He does so quickly so not to fall off the back his minion. Which he almost does. "Ah yes... how beautiful it would've been if it succeeded. Well, technically it did, since my TRUE motives were... eh. I forgot." Afterwards, he grabs back onto GIR's speak-y.
"Anyhow, this 'music' seems to be a form of entertainment for them. One thing I've taken notice to, is how theses smellies react to it. In most situations, it seems to control their bodies in an awkward manner. Causing them to make weird poses and gestures. It's... really disturbing to watch." He shudders as he imagines the humans attempting to 'bust a move' on the dance floor of the local club.
He ain't lyin' about that. Some people out here can't dance for nothin'...
*COUGHCOUGHMECOUGHCOUGH*
"Huh? Oh, I thought I heard an irrelevant human's voice. Hm... what was I saying? AH YES! Most importantly, however, is that it appears to make the humans move around... unwillingly." Zim smirks, evilly. Almost flying off GIR again after he removes his grip. Again. "Being the mastermind that I am, I decided to harness some of that power for myself. I have created my own form of these harmonic disturbances that will be projected from your speak-y, GIR. Once loudly audible for all to hear, these humans will be forced to 'dance' to my commands!"
"YAYYY! That sounds like fun, master!"
"No, GIR. It's not supposed to be fun. Well, maybe to us while we're watching but- SILENCE! I'm doing the talking here! ME! The almighty ZIM!"
GIR sniffles as a tear drops from his right optic. "... I miss those hotdogs and tacos."
Energizing himself with his evilness, the Irken flails his hands out as he indulges in his... well, evilness. "Once at my mercy, these beasts will continue dancing as long as I make them. Until they FOOLISHLY dance so much, that their FEET will explode from their legs! MUHUAHUAHUA! Hehehehe. I said mercy. Like any reasonable Irken believes in that." He says, putting his hands on his hips.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, I get it!" GIR says with enthusiasm.
The green alien lifts an 'eyebrow' at the little green dog thingy. "Do you actually understand the plan?"
The small robot nods his head in agreement. "NOPE!"
"Of course not." His master facepalms, expecting an answer like that from him. He's used to GIR's insolence and immaturity at this point.
"I'm blowing up their feet with the force from my music in order to bring them down to their knees! Its hypnotic powers are stronger than anything these WRETCHED PESTS listen to. Then, with their limbs blown off, they won't be able to retaliate when the Tallests arrive! That should've been common sense, GIR!" Zim explains. Though his servant hasn't been listening to a word he said. The little green extraterrestrial sighs in disappointment. "Why do I even bother with-"
"ZIM! You're not gonna be making anyone dance today! Wow, that sounded stupid."
Zim's antennae perk up as he hears someone calling out to him. Someone that the Irken 'Invader' is all too familiar with. "Hm? That voice! I know that voice! I can almost hear it echo off the walls of that dome-shaped cranium!" While seated on GIR's back, he can see the shadow of a large-headed boy in front of him. With lightning-shaped hair. Also visible is the outline of a parachute heading straight towards the alien.
"STOP MAKING JOKES ABOUT MY HEAAAAAAD!" Suddenly, Zim is kicked off the side of Gir when the boy makes landfall on top of his robotic minion.
"OHHHHHH, COTTON CANDY!"
As the boy sets down, GIR takes a quick bite of the delicious safety equipment. Detaching it from the kid's back and playing with it while in his mouth.
"Hey! I need that after I stop your master! Give that back!"
Luckily for Zim, he managed to grab onto Gir's foot before plummeting down below. He looks up and to his disgust, he recognizes his bothersome attacker.
"Hm!? DIB! I should've known you'd still be around!"
"... We just saw each other a couple of hours ago. You knew I was still around."
"HA! How do you know that was ACTUALLY me? For all you know, the Zim you saw could've been a robotic clone of the great ZIMMM!"
Dib puts his hand on his chin as he recollects meeting up with Zim prior to this encounter. "Huh... I guess that could've been a robot Zim. His movements did seem pretty... stiff."
While the human boy is recounting their last encounter, the alien takes advantage of his stupidness by grabbing onto his jacket and pulling him off.
"WAHHHHHH!" As Zim climbs back on top of Gir's back, Dib grabs ahold of the same foot the extraterrestrial was hanging onto.
Dib Membrane is a disgusting human child who only serves a nuisance to himself and to all that have to endure his nonsense. Well, that's what Zim believes anyway. Actually, most people in this universe think that way it seems.
In reality, Dib is actually a very intellectual boy who's not only obsessed with the paranormal, but is also one of two people of his kind that sees past Zim's pitiful disguise. Ever since he arrived on this planet and began attending Dib's skool, the boy genius has been trying to expose Zim for the alien monster he truly is. He hasn't been successful yet but... it's the thought that counts, right?
"HAHAHAHA! Foolish Dib-stick! Just because you planted SEEDS in the back of your DISGUSTING head to allow the growth of more hair, you believe you can withstand the might of my glorious WRAITH!?"
Dib lifts one eyebrow at Zim, baffled at his peculiar presumption. "What? That's not even close to how that works. And what does letting my hair grow have ANYTHING to do with me putting an end to your plans!?"
The small Irken scoffs at the child's query and manipulates his confusion. "Made you dumbfounded again, didn't I!? GIR! Activate your rocket-boosters while he's lost in thought!"
Still chewing on the parachute, GIR activates the rocket-boosters from his feet and blasts off at an incredible speed. Well, not for Dib anyway.
"GUUUUUUUHHHHHHH!" The boy's eyelids and skin flail back against the winds as the robot soars through the city. "H-Huh!? N-Noooo!" As the strong forces from the air blow against him, it causes the boy to lose grip of the robot's foot and he begins flying backwards.
"Farewell, Dib-stink! Let me know how the ground feels from this height!" The villainous extraterrestrial remarks, sinisterly.
As Dib falls in the other direction, he notices one of the brake handles from the parachute waving in the wind. "Huh!? Ngh!" Without hesitation... since you know... he doesn't really have any other choice... unless he wishes to perish young, he grabs ahold of the handle and holds on for dear life.
"Mmmmmmmmm- GAH!" Before he has the chance to finish off the tasty parachute, the crazed SIR unit is abruptly pulled back by the object. Causing his master to shake violently.
"GAH, I THINK I GOT WHIPLASH! Or... whatever these primates call it." After that, GIR manages to recover from the temporary inconvenience and continues flying forward. As Zim looks back to see what the cause of that was, he spots Dib desperately clutching onto some sort of handle. "Grrrrr! You just can't promptly splat onto the ground like a normal person, can you!?"
Looking forward again, he irritably grits his teeth as his robotic minion continues increasing his velocity. "Very well, human. I'll ALLOW you permission to bear witness to my UNSTOPPABLE plan of... unstoppable, musical-ness. Eh, why not?" Satifised with the title of his idiotic scheme, Zim turns a notch on the side of GIR's speakers all the way up. For all the stinky homo-sapiens to hear.
"Now then... BEGIN CONTORTING YOUR NAUSEATINGLY DISGUSTING BODIES IN UNCOMFORTABLE AND CRINGEWORTHY WAYS! YOU REPELLING SACKS OF MEAT!"
With that, horrible but oddly catchy 'music' begins emitting from the speakers. It sounds like a mix of scratching noises, creepy howling sounds, and an old school R&B song. It's so powerful, it causes the ground to rumble. Catching the attention of everyone below.
"Heyyyy... Does anybody hear that? It sounds like... noise." A formally dressed man asks, looking around for the source of the musical clamor.
A woman with a purse walks up to the inquiring man and nods her head in agreement. "Yeahhh. You're right. It sounds... eerily creepy... but kinda danceable."
In a romantic mood, the man shoots her a wolfish smirk, grabs ahold of her hand, twirls her, and swings her toward the ground. "Care to dance, mi amor?" He picks up a dirty plant sticking out of the sidewalk, puts in his mouth, and winks at her.
"Ohhh. How did you know weeds were my favorite?" The two begin shuffling, even though they just met, throughout the street. Other people begin to dance terribly to the awful music as well. Much to the delight and discomfort of the Irken 'Invader'.
"Ughhh! My feet feel like they're about to explode! But... I-I can't stop dancing to this neat tune!" Another dude states, as begins dancing unwillingly.
Another dude next to that dude strides next to him. "Listen buddy, nobody wants to hear about your life problems. Just shut up and break a leg!"
The man beast before grows concerned as he looks down and sees what's happening to his feet. "B-But... they're red hot! That's why I'm dancing! I'm not able to control my-UGH!"
Before he could finish his sentence, Zim runs over the hoo-man using GIR, snickering afterwards, and then flies back up into the air.
"N-No! S-Stop!" The young paranormal investigator shouts.
The amused Irken lets out another maniacal laugh and turns back to face the Dibster. "As if I would listen to you, Dib-monkey. Your pathetic pleas fall on deaf-ears, as always!"
GIR scales up a tall skyscraper, breaking the windows as he flies upward at top speed. Dib fears for his life due to the overwhelming amount of velocity. Oh, and the shards of glass flying in the air too. "Y-You don't have any ears! Or at least... visible ones!" The boy responds, holding onto the robot's foot with all his strength.
Inside of the skyscraper, confused office people peer outside the shattered windows.
"What on Earth was that?" One office-y guy asks his fellow co-workers. One of them walks up to him and perks his ears up as he begins to hear something.
"I don't know... but what is that snazzy tune? It sounds horribly captivating!" Another person shuffles up to him and begins breaking down on the 5th floor.
"Yeah! I could sway, whirl, and twirl to this all day and never fall down! Just watch me!" The cubic worker begins busting some rather cool moves around the office. Before tripping on a pile of paper and knocking into his fellow workers.
"YOU LIARRRRRRRRR!" They... believe they can fly by... spreading their suit jackets open as they... 'soar' out of the window. It actually works for a brief moment. Dang, that's a long way down though.
The defective SIR unit reaches the roof of the building and flies across it. "Master! Mmmm. I can see our house from here! Mmmm. OH, AND THE HOTDOGS AND TACOS TOO!" He mentions, while still chewing on the parachute.
"I don't care, GIR! Just do as I say and continue amplifying the ear-bending disturbance! Or you won't get those foul human foods you desire!"
GIR's cyan eyes glow red, causing the eyes from his canine disguise to illuminate the same color. "YES, MY MUSIC LORD!" The miniature minion obeys, soaring across other rooftops nearby.
Meanwhile, while the two weren't paying attention, Dib managed to grab ahold of the chute's other handle and begins using both of them to climb toward Zim.
"You won't... get away with this... Zim." He says, under his breath. Though even Dib himself could barely hear what he said due to all the wind blowing in his face. However, before he could get within arms reach of the alien menace, he stops himself and takes the time to observe his surroundings. Besides all the buildings and whatnot, he takes notice to the position of the parachute's skirt. Which is, again, in GIR's mouth. "Huh... I wonder if I pull back on it like I did before... aha!"
After quickly formulating a plan in his head to put a halt to Zim's plans, he tightens his grip on the handles and prepares himself for what's next. "HEADS UP, ZIM!" Dib pulls the brake handles as hard as he can backwards.
"Yummy in my tummy-GUAH!" GIR shrieks as the parachute tears from his mouth and covers his eyes. "YAAAY! I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING!"
Before getting the chance to tell the android to shut his pie hole, Zim's caught off-guard when the skirt of the 'chute also blinds him. Freaking him out. "Ugh! G-Get this INFERIOR human equipment off of my BEAUTIFUL face!" The Irken demands while desperately trying to remove it.
Due to their vision being obscured, all three of them begin zigzagging throughout the city. Nearly hitting buildings and birds flying by. Well actually, they just ran into a family of innocent pigeons fluttering by. So forget the 'nearly' part.
"AHHHHHHH!" Dib yells at the top of his lungs as the sign from the local cesspool almost slams into his face. Luckily, the SIR unit swerved out of the way just in time. Only because he's actually enjoying this.
The Irken attempts to steer his robotic minion clear of any obstacles. Despite not being able to see, he actually manages to successful do so. Until the looney robot takes over and purposely tries to smash into EVERYTHING that stands in their way. Much to the utter dismay of his alien master.
"G-GIRRR! Stop... being... annoying!" He sputs out, with tremendous irritation. If you couldn't tell already. All his attempts to put a halt to GIR's actions are futile. Even though it was stated earlier that he's used to his uselessness. He must've forgotten.
"WHEEEEEEEEEE-HUH!?" Gasping loudly, the deranged SIR unit spots something in a nearby tower. Somehow, even though his vision is obscured, a food in the grasp of a human immediately locks his non-existent attention span onto it.
A delicacy he's dreamt about ever since he first ate hotdogs and tacos.
Something juicy, porky, AND spicy. All in one.
One singular piece of heaven that can only be eaten once in your lifetime.
That edibleness... being...
"HOTDOGTACO! HOTDOGTACO! Must... get... HOTDOGTACO!" GIR blasts full speed into the tower. Disregarding Zim and Dib's safety. Specifically, Dib's safety. Since, you know, he's their mortal enemy and all.
"REMINDMETOPERMANENTLYDEACTIVATEYOUWHENWEGETHOMEEE!" Zim shouts as they smash straight into the building. The alien ducks behinds the robot's loudspeaker as countless pieces of sharp glass head in his direction.
The human boy, still hanging on, does the same. Though he doesn't have a speak-y to hide behind like the alien does. "AH! UGH! OOF! NGH! GAH!" Crying out in pain, Dib's face receives multiple nicks as the glass falls upon him. Though they're not big nor pointy enough to be fatal. Luckily for the kid and not so lucky for the evil extraterrestrial.
"Dang, that must be a mean machine playin' that music! Wait, what the heck-OOF!" A poor man grunts as he trampled over by a flying dog. "O-OW... W-Why me?" He questions, after having his rib-cage shattered.
The mini android traverses through various hallways as he attempts to catch up to his beloved... hotdogtaco... thingy. All while dodging but mostly hitting unfortunate cubicle workers that happen to be in his way. "THERE IT IS! GIMME! GIMME! GIMME!"
A worker looks to his right, before he's able to munch on his lunch, after hearing a bunch of music and screaming.
His worst nightmare appears only a few feet away from him.
He sees a flying green dog with his tongue extended all the way out, a strange green kid who's trying to restrain the weird animal, and a large-headed boy clinging onto a parachute. A really... REALLY large headed boy.
"... I love you, hotdogtaco."
He manages to utter, before he's abruptly knocked out his chair and flung out of the building. Also knocking the food up in the air.
"I'll save you, my love!" GIR, in slow motion, catches the delicious treat with his tongue and takes his time to savor the flavor of combo goodness. Before swallowing it after he's had his fill. "Mmmm... Sour-y"
"LOOK OUTTT!" Dib shouts while pointing toward a massive Membrane Labs billboard that they're about to crash into. The young boy prepares himself as they near closer to the sign. Well... however way he can. It's not easy to do so when all you have is a parachute and some evil aliens to 'shield' you.
"Hm? What're you blabbering about-WAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The Irken lifts the 'chute out of his face only to immediately cover it again once he sees that his little 'servant' is only inches away from certain doom.
"Uh oh... I forgot to put ketchup on it-UGH!" They all slam face first into the billboard. With GIR crashing into it first followed by Zim and Dib. The impact nearly breaks every bone in their bodies but luckily, the parachute managed to break soften the impact. Slightly anyway. It doesn't matter with GIR since he doesn't have any bones... or a brain... or anything in general.
"Nghhhh... t-tell me that was the worst part."
"No, you irritating lump of flesh. It probably wasn't."
"... You stink, Zim..."
The large sign then all of a sudden falls off of its support and comes tumbling down toward the ground. As they're still hanging off of it.
"Yaaaaay! We're gonna die!" GIR blurts out, in a suspiciously enthusiastic manner. Nevertheless, the trio continue plummeting down helplessly toward the ground below.
However, in the midst of it all, an idea suddenly pops into Dib's head. "Huh? Oh! The 'chute! Ha!" He quickly reattaches it to his back and activates it again, allowing him glide down safely.
"Curse you, Dibbbbbbb..." Zim curses, as he and his minion fall past the floating Dib.
"Hehe! Now to just set it down nice and... wait. W-What?" Dib sees the shadow of a large object hurtling in his direction. Off the reflection of a parked car, he sees the massive letters 'ML'. "Sometimes I feel like I shouldn't even try." The large billboard then slams right on top of him. Poor kid.
After falling for some time, the sign falls on-top of them and they all end up landing in a dirty, smelly, banana-filled dumpster. Much to the dismay and DIGUST off Zim. The alien quickly stands up, ignoring his wounds, and begins rapidly dusting himself off.
"AH! AH! THE GERMS! THEY'RE ALL OVER ME! KILL THEM! KILL THEM ALLLLL!" He screams as he falls out of the filthy can. Knocking the billboard off in doing so. Somehow. "GIR! ACTIVATE YOUR ANTI-GERMS COUNTERMEASURES AND CLEANSE YOUR MASTER!"
"I will obey, banana-man!" The robot's eyes once again glow red as dozens of air fresheners deploy from the inside of his head. That he then aims at his Irken master. All while still retaining his doggy disguise. "Commencing 'KILL THEM ALL' countermeasures in 3..."
"NGH! Quickly, GIR! I refuse to fall before such HORRIBLY REPULSIVE things like... GERMS!"
"2..."
"Forget the countdown, just spray me down already!"
"3..."
"You just said 3!"
"5..."
"Now you're just being STUPID!"
"100..."
"GIRRRRRRRR!"
"0-FIRINGGGGGG!"
Instead of releasing the freshening chemicals onto his master...
BOOM!
All of the cans unexpectedly explode, causing a massive wave of said chemicals to be spread all over the area. Covering every unfortunate soul nearby.
"Hey! The news guy didn't say anything about snow!" A nearby hot dog vender says. He takes a little bit of the white substance off of his cart with his finger and eats it. "Huh. That's weird. Is snow made of soap now?" He questions, right before he starts coughing violently.
Back at the dumpster, Dib detaches the parachute from his back and climbs out of the waste disposal. Flicking a banana peel off of his shoulder. "Ha! So much for that stupid music plan of yours, Zim! Your speaker got destroyed when your robot deployed those defective spray cans!" Dib points to the top of GIR's head, whose speak-y was torn in half.
"... you vile little cretin." The annoyed Irken whispers. He stands up and clutches his fists. While also gritting his teeth and staring at his irritatingly persistent nemesis. "Why... just WHY!? Why can't you just allow the almighty ZIMMM the pleasure of completely annihilating your sad, pathetic, and DIRTY planet!? We all know who the superior species is here, so why not just accept the facts and-"
"Master! Master! I'z gonna go play in the snow with the hoo-mans. Okkkkkkk?"
"... That's not even snow. It's fragran-"
"Okkkkkkkkkkkk?"
"But it's not-"
"OKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK-"
"YESSSSSSS! Whatever! I don't care!"
"Yaaaay!"
The excited SIR unit leaps up in joy as he goes over to roll around in the snowy fragrance. Crushing a bunch of people that were sandwiched by the loads amount of chemicals. Guess he weighs more than we all thought.
"Give it up, space boy! We put an end to your florpus plan, and I'll make sure that every one of your stupidly thought-out plans are reduced to nothingness!"
"Grrrrrrrr... wait. Only you will? Your annoying family won't be assisting you again?"
"YOU BETTER BELIEVE THEY... well. My dad still thinks that your last plan was all an illusion caused by something hitting him on the head. My sister's too busy playing on her new Game-Slave at the moment. As for the 'newest addition to the family'... he... um... he's just kinda there."
"HA! Once again, you're all alone, Dib-stink! No allies to aid you, no fellow stink-beasts to believe in your nonsense, NOTHING! It must be sad to be pushed away and deemed insane by your own kind, when all you've been trying to do is defend them! It's as if they don't exist at all! Which they won't once all's said and done!"
"H-Hey! That's not... hold on. Did you just call yourself nonsense? You know, since I believe in aliens and whatnot. And you are one."
The slightly confused alien rubs his head as he recounts what he just said. "Ehhh... Uhhh-SILENCE! You know nothing, human! GIR! Stop playing around in the fragrance and report to your master!"
"Awwww-OK!" The mini android flies back over to his master, who then hops back onto his back. The 'invader' menacingly uses the power of POINTING toward his enemy before he rides off.
"This is not over, filthy human! It never is! Soon this planet will be prepared for the coming armada and I will rule over all of you with an iron-H-HEYYYYY!" GIR starts blasting away just as his about to finish his sentence. His boosters kicking up a bunch fragrance and hitting Dib right in his face. "I hope that tasted horribleeeeeeee!" Zim shouts as he jets away.
The young paranormal investigator spits out the chemicals and sighs in disappointment. "Could he... could he actually be right? Am I really all alone? Not just in terms of fighting Zim but... in general?" Dib questions. "No... t-that can't be true. I have Dad, I have Gaz, I have... that 'new guy'. Who's still sticking around for some reason."
He adjusts his glasses and shakes debris off of his jacket as he begins walking back home. "He can't be right. He can't be." The boy repeats to himself. Just before he's suddenly attacked by a rabid dog. Tough day for the kid, huh?
An hour later.
After barely managing to escape the fangs of the rabies-infected canine, Dib finally arrives at the Membrane's residence. With what little strength he has left, he opens the front door and enters his home. He sees his younger sister, Gazlene, sitting on the living room couch, playing on her brand new Game-Slave 4.
Gaz is... to put it bluntly, someone you don't wanna mess with. While she may appear young and innocent, that couldn't be any farther from the truth. There's only a few things that matter to her in life.
Pizza.
And.
Video games.
If anyone even THINKS about interfering with either one of those things, then they better THINK twice. Because if they don't, they might not even have a brain to THINK with after what'll happen to them. If she's feeling merciful, which isn't very common, she might let you slide. However, most of the time, she won't hesitate to break your bones just to prove a point.
Oh, and she's the only other human on this planet that knows of Zim's true identity. She doesn't care though. Not one bit.
"Figured you were out playing with Zim. You do realize it's nearly 3:00 in the morning, right?" Gaz asks, not even looking at her brother.
Dib, who has since collapsed to his knees out of pain and exhaustion, responds to her query. Barely understandable. "Ferst of awl -huff- we wurnt 'playang'. We wur -puff- engauged en an epec -gasp- one on tew deaf-baytile! Secant -pant- timeh does'ant matta wen we have nein skool dis week." The young investigator mumbles. He closes the door behind him and removes his parachute. Promptly falling face-first onto floor afterwards.
Gaz opens her right eye and peers over to him. Looking away from her hand-held game momentarily. "Yeahhh. Shouldn't one of you be dead in order for it to be a 'death-battle'. I know you didn't get rid of those two that easily." She shuts her eye and turns her attention back to the game.
"Nuhhh butt... I deed staph hiz laytist plan!" He responds, muffled by the floor.
"Latest plan, huh? Which was?"
"Ummm... muzical submishaun... er sometang."
"Musical submission? Sounds stupid already."
"Yeeee... owww." Regaining his composer and comprehension, Dib manages to stand himself back on his feet. Rubbing his head afterwards. "Hey, by the way, where's Dad?"
"He said he had to leave early today to get to work on some new experiment." Gaz responds while blasting away evil piggies on her hand-held.
"Oh no... don't tell me it has something to do with bracelets and world peace again." Dib's sister shrugs.
"He didn't say anything specific. All he said was that he'd be back by 10:00pm. Oh, and that he had Foodio cook us some breakfast."
Dib looks over toward the kitchen to see Foodio 3000. A robot designed by their father to perform exactly what it sounds like, prepare meals for the Membrane family. To add to that, interestingly enough, the creation seems to have a fascination as to the meaning of the mystical word known as... love. It's a very mysterious noun indeed.
On the table, Foodio's prepared a nice, warm breakfast consisting of poached eggs, bacon, and a single slice of toast. He waves over to his creator's offspring. "Breakfast is ready! Come and eat, creations of my -I MEAN- children of my wonderful creator!" The food-making robot says, clasping his hands together and smiling awkwardly.
"Huh. At least it's not pudding this time around. Speaking of which, where's Clem-"
"In the closet upstairs."
"... Why?"
"Do I even need to explain?"
Above them, they hear rapid banging sounds along with another incomprehensible voice calling out to Gaz.
"GAHZ? HELLO? MY BEWOVED GAHHHZ? DERE'S NO PUDDING EN HERE! YEW WHIED TO MEH! YEW ARE SEWWWW GRAWNDED WEN I GIT OAT OF DIS!"
The large brute continues knocking on the door, seemingly using all of his strength to do so. However, it sounds like that but in reality, he's only tapping on the door ever so lightly. Now that's OP.
"Ok, yeah. I see what you mean. Shouldn't you let him out once and while to... I don't know, eat?" Dib questions, relieved that he doesn't have to deal with his... um... 'other father'
"Eh. I'll slip some dog food under the door later. Right now, I'm a little busy. Which reminds me." Gaz opens her right eye again as she looks back at her older brother. "Go away, Dib. I'm in-"
"-The zone. I get it." He picks up his parachute and begins walking toward the stairs leading to the second level of the house.
"Hm..." Before he even reaches the first step, something from earlier resurfaces in his mind. Something that bothered him and made him do some serious thinking. Curious, he looks back at his sister once more.
"Ummm. H-Hey Gaz?"
"Dib. What did I just say?" She asks, annoyed by the fact that he's still talking to her when she's at a vital level in her Vampire Piggy 2 game. As stated before, video games are one of the only important things in her life, so interrupting her progress isn't exactly the wisest choice.
"I know, I know. I just have a quick question. Then I'll leave you alone."
Sighing, she lends her ears over to her brother. Only to get him to go away, of course. "What is it?"
"Listen... I know you have your own life. At the end of the day, we all have our own problems that need dealing with. But... if I ever needed your help... I mean really, REALLY needed your help with something important... would you be there for me?"
Slightly surprised at his query, she pauses her game temporarily. While also opening both of her eyes after she does so. "..." She ponders it in her mind for awhile, wondering why he would ask something so... unusual. Not to mention, unexpected.
"... If you don't want to answer, then that's-"
"Shhh! I'm thinking."
"Oh. Sorry."
Dib's genuinely worried about her response. Her usual answer would be something along the lines of "No, now go away before I make you eternally suffer in a pit of pig dookie". Really, it's not so far-fetched, considering who she is and what she's done in the past.
However, considering her role in Zim's recent defeat, perhaps she's had a... slight change of heart. She did ditch her darker clothing for something more vibrant after all. That could've been a start to something.
"Alright... listen up." Finally thinking up a good enough response, she turns around to face him. Still maintaining both eyelids open. "You're my brother. We've been through a lot together over the years. And by together, I mean you dragging me into yours and Zim's messes."
Dib scratches the back of his head and looks away. "Yeah. I guess I have. But it's always been for the good of the world! Every time we've worked together, we've always put an end to Zim's or really, anyone's evil plans!" He adds, turning back to her. She squints her eyes, giving him a more stern look. "... Right?"
"... I guess so. But fighting evil, putting an end to stupidly thought-out plans, and saving the world... those really aren't my thing. Besides, Zim's bad at taking over the world. EXTREMELY bad. How many times have I said that now?"
"The last time you said that, he almost DESTROYED the Earth! You can't be so presumptuous when it comes to Zim! He is the literal EPITOME of unpredictability! I mean, just look at the stuff he's done in the past! Who'd even come up with something as stupid as fusing the DNA of a HORSE with CINNAMON!"
"Oh... I thought you were gonna bring up the baloney thing again. I really don't want to ask but... did he actually do that?"
"Yes! It wasn't even apart of a plan to take over the world! He just 'FELT LIKE IT'. I mean, why would you even FEEL like doing something like that!?"
"... You don't have to yell every time you open your mouth." Turning herself around, she picks up her Game-Slave and resumes reigning terror upon evil little piggies that infest her game. "To answer your question, well, I don't think you'll ever need me again. I think what's happened recently is the worst he's gonna have up his sleeve for awhile."
"Like I said, you can't be presumptuous with-"
"-Shut up and let me finish."
"... ok."
"Hmph. Anyway, I think you're better off fighting Zim by yourself. He's never been able to take you down, not permanently anyway. Besides, no dumb scheme of his has ever been too hard for you to deal with." Gaz sighs once again. "It pains me to say this... it REALLY does... but it's what you do best. Just, you know, keep an eye on him. Or whatever."
Dib... is at a complete loss for words.
While it saddens him that his younger sister, despite being able to hold her own against Zim or anyway that gets in her way, has no real interest in battling the alien menace, he's extremely surprised to hear that she actually thinks so highly of him. Eh, to a point anyway.
Something like this coming from her is rare, so to hear her complimenting her old brother in such a manner, especially when she's busy murdering evil farm animals on her hand-held, is... unusual. Maybe she's under the spell of some sort of black magic. Wouldn't be the first time.
Nevertheless, Satisfied, Dib gives a warm smile toward his sister. "Thanks, Gaz. Not just for that but for everything, really. All the advice you've given me, the saves in the past, the torment... wait. Forget that last part." He says. "All those things... except the latter... really mean a lot."
Scoffing, she waves her hand in a 'whatever' motion. "Eh, don't get too carried away. I still think you're an idiot. A competent idiot, but still an idiot. Now, be gone. I'm on the last level here." She adds, button mushing the heck out of her Game-Slave.
"Alright, fair enough. See you later..."
He begins walking up the stairs, dragging the parachute up with him. At one point it gets caught on a splinter, nearly causing him to fall down. His sister notices this and rolls her eyes. "I swear, my luck is just non-existent."
Upstairs.
Dib opens the door to his room, revealing the mess he left behind after being confined in it for so long. The chair he sat on for months, which he become temporarily fused with. Sticky notes containing scribbles of Zim, possible upcoming schemes devised by the alien, and reasons why nobody besides himself sees the truth. One possibility being... brain-erasing ghosts? Ok then.
Last but not least, the monitors he'd been using to search for Zim. They've actually been on this whole time. Every since he first started using them months prior. The boy's shocked that the power hasn't gone out yet.
Dib throws his parachute aside and sits down on the chair once again. He rolls up to his desk and begins monitoring the... well, monitors. He sighs as he surveys the premises of Zim's house. "He's probably already gotten back after our little confrontation earlier. But I don't see him outside or anything." The young investigator assumes out loud. Still feeling exhausted from his prior misadventures, he rests his abnormally sized head on his left hand. "Hm..." Curious, he puts his right hand on the screen to enhance the image of the Irken's base of operations. Dib tries to get a good view through the windows and cracks in order to get a better look at the interior. Nothing.
Sighing, he begins to think of other things for the time being. He ponders the thought that the alien left in his mind.
"It must be sad to be pushed away and deemed insane by your own kind, when all you've been trying to do is defend them! It's as if they don't exist at all!"
This begged the question once again. Is Dib truly alone in this world? His fellow peers don't believe a word out of his mouth, all of the adults he's encountered think he's a looney, and even his own father, who happens to be the most intelligent man on Earth, refuses to accept the truth at hand. Even when the evidence is right in front of him.
"Dad, nobody believes me, so I'm used to defending our world on my own, but I wish, just once, you'd have my back."
The young paranormal investigator recalls saying that exact phrase to his father. Hoping to get a sign of approval from him. Only for his hopes to get crushed, as always. Which was predictable to him at the time.
"I still stand by that statement. I AM earth's sole defender and I'll do whatever it takes to protect the planet and expose that alien for the menace he is!" He proudly affirms, raising his right fist up in the air. "But... despite that, it wouldn't hurt to have SOME help. Gaz has aided me, I know, heck, even Dad lent a hand in Zim's recent plot. Unbeknownst to him that it was real, of course. I just wish I wouldn't have defend our world on my own all the time. I'm used to it, like I said, but sometimes... Ugh." Dib lays his head on both of his hands, overwhelmed by so many irritating thoughts racing through his mind.
After awhile, he takes the time to look out his window and gaze upon the stars. It's almost 4:00 in the morning and the sun is slowly beginning to emerge off in the horizon. However, the night sky is still visible. "I just... I just wish that there was someone else out there that believed in me. Someone that knows of the grave danger the planet's in and could help me defend it from whatever may try to harm it. Maybe not all the time, but once and awhile would be nice." He expresses, turning back to peer into his monitors. "Or at the very least, keep it at Zim. The last thing we need is another outsider trying to wreak havoc upon the world and enslave us all. Just the thought of another power-hunger alien on Earth makes my stomach twist."
Feeling weary from so many things at once, Dib stretches his hands out and yawns loudly. "Ah well. I guess I shouldn't even bother thinking about those things right now. As long I'm still seen as a 'crazy paranormal-obsessed nutcase', no-one's ever gonna help me. Guess it was stupid of me to even consider the possibility."
Shaking his head in dismay, the kid stands up from his chair and turns off his monitors. "Alright. I'm going to sleep. Didn't really get much last night. Man, I really need to stop talking to-" All of a sudden, the power abruptly shuts down in his house. Not only that, but most of his neighborhood seems to be affected by the same outage. As even the streetlights and telephone poles turned off abruptly.
"DIBBBBB!" He hears the sound of his annoyed sister downstairs. Whose GameSlave was charging as she was playing on it.
"Ah, crud." Dib lightly cusses, as he stands in his room, filled with darkness.
However, as he's awaiting a beatdown from his annoyed sibling, he fails to notice a burning object flying in close quarters to the planet. The bright orange flames light up the dark sky as the strange doodad shoots by. Leaving a heavy trail of smoke in its wake.
What could this be? A comet entering the planet's atmosphere? A rocket-ship headed back to NasaPlace? That delicious hotdogtaco from earlier?
Regardless of its origin, what's important is the threat it potentially poses. Could this thing be good news for the planet... or not so good news?
To be continued...
Authorz Note #2:
And so ends the first chapter of 'The Last of a DOOMED World'.
With this first submission, I really just wanted to establish the setting and what the main cast has been doing after the events of the movie. As you've read, not much has changed since then. Zim's still an evil cucumber, Dib's still got a football for a head, and Gaz is still glued to her hand-held. Though the latter seems to have lighten up a lil bit towards her brother. a LIL bit. Even though she basically breathes negativity, maybe Gaz has seen the errors of her ways and finally has changed into a much better and kinder person... Nah, I doubt it. But she's improving. That's all that matters at the end of the day.
That ending tho... wonder what that could signify? The arrival of the new character? Or just some random fireball that happens to be shooting by? Who knows. You'll learn more as the chapters go on. That's IF anyone's interested. If not, well, I tried š .
Anyway, what do youz think so far? Does the tone and humor seem to resemble that of the show? Is it off somewhat? Or is it just plain cringy?
One thing I want to add to that is, as you might've noticed with some scenes, this story will have some sentimental moments. Though it (hopefully) won't ruin the overall story. Basically, some chapters will be more humorous while others will be more story-driven. As an example, think of the moments with Dib and his father from the movie. It'll be something along the lines of that.
So, if you have any thoughts of this joint so far, let me know by leavin' a review and tell me what you liked and didn't like about it! Along with things I can improve on in the future!
As always, stay tuned and take care mah fellow readerz!
Invader Zim and all related characters belong to Jhonen Vasquez and Nickelodeon. This story was written solely for entertainment and I do not make a profit off it.