Disclaimer: I would like to say that all chapters of this story have characters in them I did not create. So…that would mean that only the storyline, Skitt, and Zoe are mine…GOT IT?
I would also like to add that I believe that Irkens speak in English, but they call it Irken, since they're Irken, I mean, how else could Dibby have overheard The Great Assigning? So I think that the Irkens have their own alphabet, meaning I don't think ZIM has his very own Irken language that is different from English. That's just me. I might be proven wrong as the series progresses of course, so let's see.
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ZIM
entered the Skool classroom as if it were any other day, and so it would be any
other day. Or so ZIM thought, at least.
Catching
the usual glare from Dib, who had just entered the classroom, ZIM scowled, sat
down, and tossed a glare of his own back, but ZIM no longer held Dib's
attention. The human was frozen in place with his backpack half slung off his
shoulder, eyes narrowed, staring hardly at something near Ms. Bitters desk. ZIM
looked up towards the front of the room as well and gasped quietly.
Standing
there was a girl with purplish-blue eyes, very spiky lavender hair with a braid
near the back that reached down to her knees, and she wore technician-issue
Irken clothing. She even had an Irken-looking backpack, but which was black
with purple spots instead of gray with pink spots. These things were all very
startling, but it was her skin, her green skin, that ZIM couldn't believe.
As
class began, ZIM was still staring and Dib was still frozen and glaring at the
girl. She had been talking to Ms. Bitters and showing some papers, and the
teacher moved up to the front of her desk like a ghoul of some kind and faced
the class.
"Another
doomed soul has joined us, class. This is Skitt." The teacher turned her head
to look at Skitt, regained her usual scowl, and slid back behind her desk. The
girl seemed to realize that she was to either say something or sit down in a
desk that was conveniently empty. The child whose seat that usually was lived,
er, across the street from Dib, if you get my meaning. She decided to speak.
"Hello
fellow bipeds. As you heard, I am Skitt. I live not too far away in a house,
and I have a pet parrot. If you ever disturb me, I will most likely hunt you
down and…" just as she was continuing, Skitt caught sight of ZIM. "Well, let's
just see what happens," she finished with a grin and went to an empty seat that
was located one desk left and one desk back from ZIM. Ms. Bitters then went on
with her lecture for the day, and Dib didn't even say anything about the newest
green student; he appeared too deep in thought.
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Later,
as lunch began, Skitt walked over to an empty table and sat down. She stared at
the slop on her tray, which was apparently Ketchup and Rice, according to a
sign near the cafeteria entrance. Skitt had been up for a short while the night
before, learning the letters of the English language.
Skitt
stared at the slop, and pushed it away, not even remotely hungry. She had
spotted ZIM and Dib, of course, since ZIM had a picture of the filthy human
from somewhere scanned into his log. It was Skitt's opinion that both were
equally stupid and would pose almost no threat to her as she exacted her
revenge upon ZIM.
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Dib
crossed the cafeteria, completely focused on getting to ZIM. There was no doubt
that another of his kind was here. Gaz hadn't questioned his not sitting with
her, and the seriousness of this was more than enough to take his appetite
away.
The
human finally reached the lone table across the room from Skitt, were ZIM was
glaring at the girl. Not noticing the obvious suspiciousness and confusion in
ZIM's eyes, Dib stepped right in the way of the alien's view of Skitt.
"What
do you want, Dib?" the alien hissed.
"You've
called in for reinforcements, haven't you? Haven't you?!" Dib accused,
gesturing behind him to Skitt who was now experimentally poking and prodding
the food in front of her with obvious boredom.
ZIM
scoffed. "Foolish monkey boy! I do not need any help to conquer this
stinking swamp heap and defeat you!"
Dib
didn't believe it, so he stalked over to the table where Skitt was sitting. He
pointed at her, teeth gritted, obvious distaste on his face. The girl grinned,
and the human saw intelligence greater than that of ZIM's behind the contact
lenses.
"Yes,
can I help you?" she asked him smoothly.
"You're
like him! You've come to help him take over Earth! But I won't let you, you
can't hide from me!" Dib proclaimed, gathering more than a few strange looks
from the kids nearby.
Skitt
exchanged her grin for a cocky smirk. "I suppose it would be hard to hide from
you, considering my base is directly across the black strip of rock from your
home, Dib." She seemed to be greatly amused by the shocked expression on the
human's face.
"I
didn't notice any - hey, how do you know my name?" he asked, glaring at the
still smirking alien.
"Oh,
I went through Invader ZIM's log quite thoroughly. Misguided, but it did give
me a few pointers as to what to expect of your Earth," Skitt explained coolly
as the bell for recess rang. "And Dib, I told you those things because I have
no doubt in my mind that I can defeat you and rule this planet."
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And
so as recess began Skitt stood off by herself, leaning casually against the
Skool building. She watched as Dib sat with his sister Gaz, whom she also knew
from ZIM's log. The human girl wished to left alone, thereby being no one of
consequence to Skitt's goals.
It
had been quite entertaining to see the human get all shocked like that, and
Skitt assumed that very soon Invader ZIM himself would come over and speak to
her personally. Sure enough, moments later the Invader stormed up and looked
up, glaring, at Skitt.
"You!
What are you doing here?!" ZIM growled, his rubber gloves squeaking as he
clenched his fists.
Skitt's
contempt for ZIM was still present, but she kept it back, projecting an aura of
calm and control as she spoke.
"Since
you, like Dib, are no threat to me, I shall answer your question precisely."
Skitt knew that with technology that was not far behind what she had, Invader
ZIM actually did pose a slight challenge, but she refused to let him know
that. "I was originally assigned to Blorch after Invader Scooge was killed
there, but clearly I didn't go. You'd have to be crazy to go to Blorch. So I
got my SIR and was going to ask the Tallests for reassignment when your report
in from Earth came in. So I decided to come here instead."
ZIM
stared. "So you're here without permission from the Almighty Tallests… but what
are you doing here?" he questioned, growing more suspicious of Irken. He didn't
believe, not for one second, that she could be here on Earth to aid him in any
way.
"Tell
me, ZIM, do I look familiar to you? Have you seen me before?"
"…Yes…
A long time ago perhaps, but if I can't remember much about you then you
obviously must be no one of great importance," ZIM said. Skitt's left
eye twitched very slightly.
Skitt
stood up straight. "No one of great importance, hmm? Well, I would like
to inform you, Invader ZIM, that I was the designer of the robot you piloted
in Operation: Impending Doom One." Her calm manner disappeared entirely and she
projected the very picture of Irken pride and the feeling of superiority.
"I,
Invader ZIM, am here to make sure you don't take over this planet…" Skitt
paused here for effect, "…Because I'm going to do it first. It will be my
revenge on you for destroying all the hard work I put into that thing. So be
ready, Invader ZIM, and you really better be equipped well."
The
two were in a deadlock until the end of recess, which was an estimated ten
seconds after that. The bell rang, and the rest of the class went in, then
Skitt, followed by a ZIM who was deep in thought, and then, finally, Dib.
The
boy was wondering what was going on now. He had used a device he ordered to
eavesdrop on the two aliens. Not only did he know why another alien was here,
he was now positive – as if he wasn't before – that she needed to be watched.
And to add onto that, he also had heard a few terms, which he recognized.
In
his hands Dib held a spiral notebook with a black cover. He flicked it open to
the back where had just written down as much of the conversation as he could,
and the he had underlined the words 'Blorch,' 'Scooge,' 'Sir,' 'Tallests,'
'Almighty Tallests,' and 'Operation: Impending Doom One.' He knew that the
'Almighty Tallests' the two had spoken of were the same ones he had overheard
that one night over six months ago.
His
head filled with thoughts of what to do now, with two Irken Invaders
ready to conquer Earth, and the newest clearly more dangerous, Dib walked back
inside the Skool.
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The
rest of the Skoolday passed without consequence. Skitt noticed around one
o'clock that Dib was drawing a picture. She really didn't understand the
usefulness of this, but she decided to give it a try, considering how bored she
was. One could only take so many doom-themed lectures in one day, you know.
By
three, Skitt had completed a large pile of pictures drawn on loose leaf. They
were mostly of ZIM and Dib at different angles, shock and surprise their
expressions. The girl was happily doodling her day of triumph, and she showed
great proficiency at it.
When
the Skoolbell rang, all the children got up, and Skitt walked out the doors to
find Zoe sitting there waiting for her. Both Dib and ZIM, both following behind
her, stopped at stared.
"Hello,
Zoe. What did you do all day?" Skitt questioned, feeling mildly pleased with
the successfulness of the day. The parrot's eyes rolled slowed to opposite
sides, then Zoe used a short burst of her jets, and, emitting blue flames, she
floated up to the top of Skitt's head.
"I
met GIR," Zoe chirped, her artificial beak clicking as she spoke. With the
large-yet-lightweight disguised SIR unit on her head, Skitt began the walk
home.
The
Irken girl laughed. "I'm sure Invader ZIM won't appreciate that."
Zoe
clicked her beak. "GIR was fuuunnnnn…he showed me the Brainfreezy Shop!" The
SIR paused. "Master, can I go over and play with GIR tomorrow, too?"
"I
don't see why not." As she said that, an idea emerged into her idea. "You can
go every day, Zoe, but every time you do, I would like you to learn something
about Invader ZIM and his plans, okay?"
The
parrot flapped its useless wings. "Okies!" she chirped.
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Next
Chapter:
The Walk Home: Dib's Reflection
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