CHAPTER ONE
The ship flew on steadily. Zim reclined in his chair, letting his cruiser travel it's predetermined path while he outlined his plans to Gir.
"Ah, you don't know how much of a weight has just been lifted off my shoulders, Gir. With the Dib-creature gone, there will be NOTHING to stop me in my obliteration of Earth! In my observations I have noted that the Earthenoids are extremely wild and uncontrollable, so therefore would not be good candidates for slavery. And besides, I want to DOOM them into nonexistence. HAHA!" Gir sat on his head, listening intently. Suddenly, he started crying.
"No more big headed kid?"
"No, Gir, no more 'big headed kid'. Now let's get back to Earth…I haven't told you about the rest of my plan."
"The reeest? OOH!"
"I will go back to Earth, and take them by force. I will make myself their RULER, and then I will make SURE that every single piece of human FILTH knows that it was I who was their undoing, before they, and every other living thing on the planet, is obliterated."
"Waaait…..everything's gonna be destroyed?"
"Yes Gir. Everything."
"What about Tacos? And Mongooses? And Squirrels! And- "
"Tacos, no. Everything else, yes."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wait…Tacos! YAY!"
"You can't fight it Gir. That planet is just WAITING to be destroyed…and I will PERSONALLY fire the life-sweep…"
"But don't the tallest do that?"
"Exactly."
Dib was becoming more and more depressed. He had walked along the outskirts of the city, looking for life, but had found absolutely nothing. It seemed that he might just have to go into the city after all. He had hesitated earlier, figuring that he might get lost in the immense city. Of course, now he thought that there wasn't anything useful out here anyway, so it wouldn't matter if he got lost. He was dead either way.
He took his first step into the city. Immediately he noticed the change in lighting, mainly the lack thereof. He could hardly see, but the slight illumination of some lights high above only just outlined the contours of the alleyways. The city's depths were shrouded in eternal darkness by shadow, and he could only hope that this planet's nights were brief.
Graffiti littered the walls around him, apparently names of gangs or obscure swear words in some foreign language he had no knowledge of. It was all faded, of course. He was beginning to suspect that only the dregs of society lived down here, and that there was a system of hover transportation of some sort, way above the ground.
"I guess the way to go is up." Said Dib to himself, as he found a ladder. This would be slow progress.
He reached the top, and soon found another. The thought soon connected in his mind, that to have ladders, the former residents must have been bipeds. He climbed around thirty of these ladders before collapsing in a heap. Nine year olds were not cut out for this kind of work, especially paranormal investigators.
"Of all the places…why here? Why did he put me HERE?"
"I could ask that same question, but as you humans say, 'don't look a gift horse in the mouth', eh?"
"Yes, we do say tha - ……"
Dib let out a small squeaking sound, and slowly turned to see the source of the voice. It was an Irken, about 5'6". He stared at Dib with inquisitive eyes, taking him in, examining him.
"Well, Earth-boy, come with me. It's been a while since we've had visitors."
"….we?"
The ship flew on steadily. Zim reclined in his chair, letting his cruiser travel it's predetermined path while he outlined his plans to Gir.
"Ah, you don't know how much of a weight has just been lifted off my shoulders, Gir. With the Dib-creature gone, there will be NOTHING to stop me in my obliteration of Earth! In my observations I have noted that the Earthenoids are extremely wild and uncontrollable, so therefore would not be good candidates for slavery. And besides, I want to DOOM them into nonexistence. HAHA!" Gir sat on his head, listening intently. Suddenly, he started crying.
"No more big headed kid?"
"No, Gir, no more 'big headed kid'. Now let's get back to Earth…I haven't told you about the rest of my plan."
"The reeest? OOH!"
"I will go back to Earth, and take them by force. I will make myself their RULER, and then I will make SURE that every single piece of human FILTH knows that it was I who was their undoing, before they, and every other living thing on the planet, is obliterated."
"Waaait…..everything's gonna be destroyed?"
"Yes Gir. Everything."
"What about Tacos? And Mongooses? And Squirrels! And- "
"Tacos, no. Everything else, yes."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wait…Tacos! YAY!"
"You can't fight it Gir. That planet is just WAITING to be destroyed…and I will PERSONALLY fire the life-sweep…"
"But don't the tallest do that?"
"Exactly."
Dib was becoming more and more depressed. He had walked along the outskirts of the city, looking for life, but had found absolutely nothing. It seemed that he might just have to go into the city after all. He had hesitated earlier, figuring that he might get lost in the immense city. Of course, now he thought that there wasn't anything useful out here anyway, so it wouldn't matter if he got lost. He was dead either way.
He took his first step into the city. Immediately he noticed the change in lighting, mainly the lack thereof. He could hardly see, but the slight illumination of some lights high above only just outlined the contours of the alleyways. The city's depths were shrouded in eternal darkness by shadow, and he could only hope that this planet's nights were brief.
Graffiti littered the walls around him, apparently names of gangs or obscure swear words in some foreign language he had no knowledge of. It was all faded, of course. He was beginning to suspect that only the dregs of society lived down here, and that there was a system of hover transportation of some sort, way above the ground.
"I guess the way to go is up." Said Dib to himself, as he found a ladder. This would be slow progress.
He reached the top, and soon found another. The thought soon connected in his mind, that to have ladders, the former residents must have been bipeds. He climbed around thirty of these ladders before collapsing in a heap. Nine year olds were not cut out for this kind of work, especially paranormal investigators.
"Of all the places…why here? Why did he put me HERE?"
"I could ask that same question, but as you humans say, 'don't look a gift horse in the mouth', eh?"
"Yes, we do say tha - ……"
Dib let out a small squeaking sound, and slowly turned to see the source of the voice. It was an Irken, about 5'6". He stared at Dib with inquisitive eyes, taking him in, examining him.
"Well, Earth-boy, come with me. It's been a while since we've had visitors."
"….we?"