A/N: Another long wait. Skool has not been good to me. Except for kickin'
some major booty in our talent show. Oh, yes. ::ahem:: Here is another
part. Woo! Thanks to all my reviewers! To K.S.Riddle (the mighty JTHM
fanfic witer): ^_^ I was thinking of having Zine and Dib go out, but I
don't think that'll work out anymore. I mean, since Dib knows she's an
alien. But maybe later on they'll be hanging out (I've got something
planned that will make that possible, but you'll just hafta wait.
Muahahaha!). ANY way, on with the little ficcy thingie!
Here's some fan art I've made to go along with this fic:
Here is one of my PICs Zine:
http://www.side7.com/cgi-bin/S7SDB/DisplayImg.pl?INO=185315
And a scene from this chapter:
http://www.side7.com/cgi-bin/S7SDB/DisplayImg.pl?INO=234986
Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim. Jhonen created it. Jhonen rocks! Sadly, Viacom ::grumble:: owns it.
Another Insane Irken
Part Four
By: Invader Zine
With Dib left behind in the dust, Zim and Zine walked through the door of the glowing, minute house. Zim was fuming, but Zine was grinning, while writing on her clipboard. Zine sat her clipboard on the couch and set herself down on the armrest. Turning toward Zim, who was sitting on the opposite side of the couch, she asked, "You let that human know you're an. alien?"
"I didn't let him know," defended Zim. "He.he just.kinda.found out- But he's hardly a threat. I shall destroy him. Oh, how I shall destroy him!"
A scream, followed by metallic taps and sounds of lasers came from the kitchen. Zim jumped up and ran to the doorway of the kitchen.
"Zine!" he shouted.
Slowly, Zine got off the couch and walked over, stopping next to Zim. Zine's jaw dropped and Zim's face was twisted in anger. S.I.R. was chasing GIR around the table, lasers popping out of his head and firing at GIR, who was screaming.
"SIR! What are you doing?" Zine demanded.
Skidding to a halt, SIR retracted his laser, then marched toward Zine. GIR, on the other hand, ran to his own master and buried his face in the cloth of Zim's uniform. SIR saluted to his master.
"He was so annoying!" SIR stated in his soldier-like voice. "He wouldn't stop singing! Then he turned on that horrid monkey show." He grabbed his head. "He needed to be destroyed! I had to do it!"
"SIR, just because someone's annoying," Zine said slowly, "doesn't mean you can destroy them. Just think, if I destroyed everyone I though was annoying, there'd be about only two people left on Irk."
SIR dropped his head, like a child that knew he was in trouble, but saw nothing wrong with his actions. "Yes, master."
"Take the Voot and go wait for me up in Zim's Docking Bay." Zine tossed SIR the hackey sack sized Voot Runner.
SIR caught the Mini-Voot, saluted, and walked off. Zine's disguise fizzled out, at her mental command. As Zim removed his contacts and wig, Zine picked up her notes from off the couch and looked through them. Although most of her notes consisted of winged, horned monsters, she had gathered quite a bit of information on Zim's mission. Sort of.
"May I see the information you've obtained on the humans?" she asked. Zim grumbled under his breath.
"Pardon?"
"Fine," Zim growled. He walked over to the garbage can, Zine following him while GIR sat on the couch, watching TV, seemingly forgetting the whole laser-chase incident. Zim hoped into the garbage can and traveled down to the lab. After staring down the garbage can for awhile, Zine jumped in and slid down the empty tube.
"Ah!" Zine blurted as she hit the cold, metal floor with a thump.
Zim chuckled. "I guess I forgot to send up the elevator."
Zine got up and brushed herself off. "Just show me the information you got, you twit."
Zim typed a few keys on the main computer, bringing up a program titled Stink Encyclopedia.
"Happy?" Zim asked.
"Yes, I am a happy Panda." Zine squeezed past Zim and began looking through the Stink Encyclopedia. There were over one hundred entries for each letter of the Irken alphabet. Zine sat at the computer, taking note, while Zim worked on an experiment behind her.
After searching through the whole Stink Encyclopedia, Zine stood up with a stack of notes in her hand. She shook Zim, who had fallen asleep on his experiment.
"Eh, what?" Zim asked drowsily.
"I see you have obtained quite a bit of information. I'm going to report to the Tallest of your mission. A'ight?"
"Er.right."
In the Docking Bay.
Zine stood beside her Voot Runner, while SIR sat inside it. SIR was pouting with a sullen glare coming from his crimson eyes. Zine held herself proudly as she spoke to the Almighty Tallest on the transmission screen of her Voot Runner.
".and that's all of the information Zim has found." Zine set down her notes. "Also, one human knows he's from Irk, but Zim claims this boy is not a threat."
"That's. great Zine." Red responded. He nudged Purple in the arm. Having falling asleep, Purple just about fell over, but jerked back up and blinked his eyes.
"What task do you have for me to perform now, my Tallest?"
Red and Purple glanced at each other. Another task? This one wasn't even an actual task. But-
"Why don't you just stay here and help Zim invade this planet?" suggested SIR, sarcastically from the Voot's cockpit.
"Yes!" Zine's pink eyes lit up. "Oh, my Tallest, what do you think? I could stay here and assist Zim. With my help, this planet will be under Irken rule must quicker than by Zim's tactics alone!"
"Uh." Purple started.
Both the Tallest turned their heads away from the screen to discuss the issue.
"If we let her stay, she can't some back here and bug us." Red suggested.
"But what if Zim finishes his 'duties' on that planet with Zine's help? Then he'll come back! What'll we do then? Huh?" Purple said.
"They're both so incompetent, there's no chance of them succeeding either way."
"Right."
Both the Tallest turned their heads back to the screen.
"After much consideration, we have decided to grant your request." Purple said with a false smile of acceptance.
Zine's eyes glowed with happiness. SIR's eyes widened in shock. He jumped out of the cockpit.
"No! I was just joking." SIR said. "She can't stay. I can't stay! That stupid GIR unit! I-"
"Shush! Thank you, my Tallest! You won't be sorry. Zine said. She turned of the transmission monitor, which folded itself up, back into the Voot Runner.
On the Massive.
The Tallest looked at each other, and began laughing.
"What an idiot." Red choked out.
"Yeah," Purple agreed.
Back on Earth.
Zine picked up SIR by the shoulders. "Do you realize what this means?"
"Does it mean I can destroy GIR?"
"No," Zine said flatly as she set SIR down. "It means I get to be a real invader. Wow. I can't believe it." Zine paused. "I've got to tell Zim!" Zine ran down to the main house.
SIR stood in the middle of the Docking Bay, still angry about his blurting. "Zim won't be happy."
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I leave you here. What's Zim gonna say? Good question! We'll all hafta wait. Muahahaha! ^_^''
~*Invader Zine: The DEAD Lord Of All Humans!*~
"Take thy beak from out my hear and take thy form from off my door!" -The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
Here's some fan art I've made to go along with this fic:
Here is one of my PICs Zine:
http://www.side7.com/cgi-bin/S7SDB/DisplayImg.pl?INO=185315
And a scene from this chapter:
http://www.side7.com/cgi-bin/S7SDB/DisplayImg.pl?INO=234986
Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim. Jhonen created it. Jhonen rocks! Sadly, Viacom ::grumble:: owns it.
Another Insane Irken
Part Four
By: Invader Zine
With Dib left behind in the dust, Zim and Zine walked through the door of the glowing, minute house. Zim was fuming, but Zine was grinning, while writing on her clipboard. Zine sat her clipboard on the couch and set herself down on the armrest. Turning toward Zim, who was sitting on the opposite side of the couch, she asked, "You let that human know you're an. alien?"
"I didn't let him know," defended Zim. "He.he just.kinda.found out- But he's hardly a threat. I shall destroy him. Oh, how I shall destroy him!"
A scream, followed by metallic taps and sounds of lasers came from the kitchen. Zim jumped up and ran to the doorway of the kitchen.
"Zine!" he shouted.
Slowly, Zine got off the couch and walked over, stopping next to Zim. Zine's jaw dropped and Zim's face was twisted in anger. S.I.R. was chasing GIR around the table, lasers popping out of his head and firing at GIR, who was screaming.
"SIR! What are you doing?" Zine demanded.
Skidding to a halt, SIR retracted his laser, then marched toward Zine. GIR, on the other hand, ran to his own master and buried his face in the cloth of Zim's uniform. SIR saluted to his master.
"He was so annoying!" SIR stated in his soldier-like voice. "He wouldn't stop singing! Then he turned on that horrid monkey show." He grabbed his head. "He needed to be destroyed! I had to do it!"
"SIR, just because someone's annoying," Zine said slowly, "doesn't mean you can destroy them. Just think, if I destroyed everyone I though was annoying, there'd be about only two people left on Irk."
SIR dropped his head, like a child that knew he was in trouble, but saw nothing wrong with his actions. "Yes, master."
"Take the Voot and go wait for me up in Zim's Docking Bay." Zine tossed SIR the hackey sack sized Voot Runner.
SIR caught the Mini-Voot, saluted, and walked off. Zine's disguise fizzled out, at her mental command. As Zim removed his contacts and wig, Zine picked up her notes from off the couch and looked through them. Although most of her notes consisted of winged, horned monsters, she had gathered quite a bit of information on Zim's mission. Sort of.
"May I see the information you've obtained on the humans?" she asked. Zim grumbled under his breath.
"Pardon?"
"Fine," Zim growled. He walked over to the garbage can, Zine following him while GIR sat on the couch, watching TV, seemingly forgetting the whole laser-chase incident. Zim hoped into the garbage can and traveled down to the lab. After staring down the garbage can for awhile, Zine jumped in and slid down the empty tube.
"Ah!" Zine blurted as she hit the cold, metal floor with a thump.
Zim chuckled. "I guess I forgot to send up the elevator."
Zine got up and brushed herself off. "Just show me the information you got, you twit."
Zim typed a few keys on the main computer, bringing up a program titled Stink Encyclopedia.
"Happy?" Zim asked.
"Yes, I am a happy Panda." Zine squeezed past Zim and began looking through the Stink Encyclopedia. There were over one hundred entries for each letter of the Irken alphabet. Zine sat at the computer, taking note, while Zim worked on an experiment behind her.
After searching through the whole Stink Encyclopedia, Zine stood up with a stack of notes in her hand. She shook Zim, who had fallen asleep on his experiment.
"Eh, what?" Zim asked drowsily.
"I see you have obtained quite a bit of information. I'm going to report to the Tallest of your mission. A'ight?"
"Er.right."
In the Docking Bay.
Zine stood beside her Voot Runner, while SIR sat inside it. SIR was pouting with a sullen glare coming from his crimson eyes. Zine held herself proudly as she spoke to the Almighty Tallest on the transmission screen of her Voot Runner.
".and that's all of the information Zim has found." Zine set down her notes. "Also, one human knows he's from Irk, but Zim claims this boy is not a threat."
"That's. great Zine." Red responded. He nudged Purple in the arm. Having falling asleep, Purple just about fell over, but jerked back up and blinked his eyes.
"What task do you have for me to perform now, my Tallest?"
Red and Purple glanced at each other. Another task? This one wasn't even an actual task. But-
"Why don't you just stay here and help Zim invade this planet?" suggested SIR, sarcastically from the Voot's cockpit.
"Yes!" Zine's pink eyes lit up. "Oh, my Tallest, what do you think? I could stay here and assist Zim. With my help, this planet will be under Irken rule must quicker than by Zim's tactics alone!"
"Uh." Purple started.
Both the Tallest turned their heads away from the screen to discuss the issue.
"If we let her stay, she can't some back here and bug us." Red suggested.
"But what if Zim finishes his 'duties' on that planet with Zine's help? Then he'll come back! What'll we do then? Huh?" Purple said.
"They're both so incompetent, there's no chance of them succeeding either way."
"Right."
Both the Tallest turned their heads back to the screen.
"After much consideration, we have decided to grant your request." Purple said with a false smile of acceptance.
Zine's eyes glowed with happiness. SIR's eyes widened in shock. He jumped out of the cockpit.
"No! I was just joking." SIR said. "She can't stay. I can't stay! That stupid GIR unit! I-"
"Shush! Thank you, my Tallest! You won't be sorry. Zine said. She turned of the transmission monitor, which folded itself up, back into the Voot Runner.
On the Massive.
The Tallest looked at each other, and began laughing.
"What an idiot." Red choked out.
"Yeah," Purple agreed.
Back on Earth.
Zine picked up SIR by the shoulders. "Do you realize what this means?"
"Does it mean I can destroy GIR?"
"No," Zine said flatly as she set SIR down. "It means I get to be a real invader. Wow. I can't believe it." Zine paused. "I've got to tell Zim!" Zine ran down to the main house.
SIR stood in the middle of the Docking Bay, still angry about his blurting. "Zim won't be happy."
=====================================
I leave you here. What's Zim gonna say? Good question! We'll all hafta wait. Muahahaha! ^_^''
~*Invader Zine: The DEAD Lord Of All Humans!*~
"Take thy beak from out my hear and take thy form from off my door!" -The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe