Disclaimer: I don't own any of the IZ characters…see…*picks up a reluctant Dib and pulls off his shoe and sock to show a small bran saying: Property of IZ! * What did a tell ya!?
Shout Outs: Purple (again!)- Thanks for editing this story and helping out with the start of chapter two…
Gold (not an author)- thanks for the support!
Invader Zim Fan Fiction
Survivor VII
Celebrity edition!
With the cast of the HIT SHOW INVADER ZIM!!
Welcome to the celebrity edition of SURVIVOR! With the cast of INVADER ZIM! Featuring…The Almighty Tallest, Zim and his robot…thing, Zim's teacher, Dib and his sister Gaz, and their dad…Prof. Membrane! And on the Tequila Tribe are…Purple, Red, Bitters, and Membrane! And on the Margarita Tribe are…G.I.R, Zim, Gaz, and Dib! Good luck to both tribes and let the blood lust, I mean games begin!
The tribes slowly climb out of the complimentary voot cruisers. They slowly look around at the 'views' of Isla Sorna, the site of Jurassic Park III (which means dinos J ). "What the HELL have you gotten us into?" Screams Red to Purple who is admirrering the huge dino prints. "What are you talking about… this is awesome!" came a familiar voice. "ZIM!!!" screamed red and purple at the same time, wearing looks of absolute horror. "Hiya!" said zim waving, "We got chosen, too!"
"WE?"
"Yah… me and G.IR…" *twitches*
"That's it!" Red yells, "I'm leaving!"
"Me too…wait…what the hell?!?" Dib yelps.
A huge raptor comes scampering up and tries to take a bite out of Dib, tackling him.
"Get him! GET HIM!" screams Zim.
"Get off…me… you… thing…" comes Dib's voice over all the roaring, and hissing, and clawing...
Dib manages to get the raptor off him and the raptor runs off whimpering.
"Damn! I wanted it to kill you…" says Zim.
"Sorry to disappoint you…" says Dib wrapping a leaf around his bitten arm.
Suddenly, a leprechaun (LEP) in leaf clothes comes out of the bushes. "They're always after me lucky charms!" he looks around and giggles to himself. He clears his throat.
"Welcome, to Survivor! Follow me into the hut over there and I'll discuss the rules and prizes…" said the leprechaun starting to walk away. The others followed still snickering about the fact that Dib had a huge bite missing from his arm. "What are you looking at you…you…FREAKS!" he says as he slowly edges into the forest. "Now I wouldn't do that…there are dinosaurs on this island you know…," says the LEP glancing at Dib. "No…ya think…?" says Dib sarcastically.
The LEP carries on, ignoring Dib," your camp is surrounded by wire fences so you are not eaten in the middle of the night by the dinosaurs. But, for immunity of not being voted off, you will have to harbor some dangerous stuff in you camps, such as your first immunity test, which we will discuss later…aha! Here we are!"
The tribes climb in to the huge straw hut. There, the LEP takes a seat in the middle of the hut, motioning for the rest of the people to on small straw-stuffed pillows on the floor. "Now, I will discuss the rules…first, no cussing,"
"Damn," Purple hissed.
"Shit," Red growled.
"What was that?" GIR says watching at a butterfly.
The LEP glares at Purple, Red, and GIR.
"What?" says Red and Purple innocently.
"As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, *glares at Red and Purple* no cussing, no 'intimate' relationships, and finally, no dinosaur repellant spray."
"Ah, man!" every one said to dino' spray.
"Now we are off to you camps. Tequila, follow me, Margarita, follow Count Cocoa Fangs over there to your camp."
The tribes slowly depart from the hut to their camps where there are dormitories set up for the members. (You didn't think we would let the cast of INVADER ZIM suffer did you?) They all soon fell asleep later that night after a dinner of fried raptor (yummy!) and a game of ' shut up or I'll knock your lights out!'
Good night contestants, sleep well, and sweet dreams…because this is the last night you will sleep soundly… *evil laugh echoes through the camps*
Did ya like the first chap? R&R…please!!! I need reviews like I need …uh…sugar! Sugar is like reviews … important and vital for survival… R&R!
