Personally, I don't like the way this turned out, so I might revise it
later. If you hate it, I'd like your comments on it. Thanks!
The Invasion Commences. . .Now
Dark clouds gathered in the sky like flocks of blackness, turning the sky into a meager gray color. Dib sighed, feeling his mood drop with the weather. Gusts of wind whipped his trench coat around his legs, an old feeling returning to the boy. It had been awhile since he had worn his trench coat. Of course, this one was different than the one he wore in elementary school, but a trench nonetheless. It felt . . . good to be wearing one again.
"Dib!" Kit called, running over. Dib glanced up with a grim smile, "Good, you're here." Kit nodded, pausing to catch her breath, "Yeah, I made it. I can't be gone long, though, or I might be in big trouble. What's the big deal?"
"Smackie left his home. Nak followed him over to Zim's house. I haven't talked to him in ten minutes; we were supposed to call every five. He sent one last message saying not to talk on the walkie-talkie because Zim might intercept the message." Dib summarized quickly, walking as he spoke. Kit kept up easily with his long strides, nodding occasionally. "Do you think he made it in?" She asked in wonder. "With Zim's new security? I doubt it. He's probably just behind the fence, I just hope he remembers not to touch the fence. Zim added a scanner to it."
They trudged along the streets quietly, both lost in their thoughts. Dib worried about Nak, but decided not to voice his worries to Kit and scare her. He's fine, just being paranoid, that's all, he reasoned to himself. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he nearly passed the street sign he had been looking for. "This is where Nak said he first started. I mapped out the way he and Smackie went. Let's follow their trail." Kit agreed.
As they walked, Dib noticed Kit's attention seemed to be on her watch. "What's wrong?" He finally asked as she took another look at it. "I'm worried my mom will find out I snuck out. If she does, I'll be in a heap of trouble."
"You can go home if you want. I'll get Nak."
"And miss out on all the fun? No way!" Dib grinned, "Fine, fine. But if you do get caught, don't blame me." They took a few more steps in silence when the walkie-talkie crackled to life. Dib felt his hopes rise as he whipped on the headset. "Nak? Are you okay? What took you so long to reply? You had us worried sick!"
"Maybe you should be worried, Dib." The voice that crackled over the walkie-talkie caused Dib's blood to freeze as he clutched at the main part. He pulled the headsets off, unplugging them so Kit could hear. "Oh, he probably won't get into to much trouble, especially in a test tube. But then again, I'm not promising anything." The voice continued, oblivious to the terror it had just caused. "Zim." Kit growled, glaring at the walkie- talkie. "Ah, Kit, I knew you'd be there. You really should stop hanging around Dib, because I'm going to destroy him." It was followed with laughter, and a sudden burst of coughing. "Zim, you better not do anything to Nak, or I'll . . ."
"You'll what, Dib?"
"I'll do something really bad, that's what!"
"You amuse me, human. If you weren't such a bug, I'd keep you around for entertainment. But you are a bug, so I'm going to squash you, staring with Nak." Dib felt his stomach drop, glancing up at Kit helplessly. She shrugged, feeling equally as helpless. Zim's voice continued to crackle over the walkie-talkie, which was promptly turned off. "What are we going to do?" Dib mumbled, resting his forehead on a nearby building. "Save Nak, of course." Kit replied. Dib turned to look at her, surprised by the determination he saw there. He could feel a tiny spark of hope light within, "You're right. But first, we'll need some things."
- - -
Zim had gloated for five minutes before he realized the other end of the walkie-talkie was turned off. He sneered; he'd made his point. The walkie- talkie was thrown over the alien's shoulder as he focused on other things. Gir, upon seeing the walkie-talkie, ran and stretched as far as he could to catch it.
He missed. Collecting the pieces into a bundle, he asked, "Master, can I play with your toy?" Zim nodded, hoping it would distract the robot and keep him out of trouble. Gir whooped, trooping over to a corner with his newly acquired plaything. He managed to tangle the headset around his waist, tripping over the cord in the process, and causing a big commotion. But Zim didn't notice, he was to busy smirking at the test tube located in the middle of the room. He wasn't smirking at the tube itself, but at the being inside: Nak. The boy was suspended in a cloudy liquid, wires attached to various parts of his unconscious form. Zim marched up to the glass, the sneer seeming to be permanently stuck on his face. "Now I can finally destroy Zim and finish my invasion!"
He was about to go on about the doom he would inflict on his rival when disgusting eating sounds interrupted him. He turned to see Gir and Smackie sharing a platter of My Favorite Foods Dish. Zim went pale at the sight. "Want to try some now, Master? I made it allll by myself!" Gir declared proudly, standing. "No, Gir, no. Smackie, stop eating that. stuff now. We have work to do."
"Yes, Just Zim. Save some for me later, Gir."
"Okee dokee!"
Smackie stood in front of Zim, waiting for his orders. The alien began to pace, stopped, and then began to pace again. "Whatcha doing, Just Zim?" Smackie finally asked after seeing Zim do the same pattern ten times in a row. "Thinking of how I want to capture Dib. The stink beast will try to rescues Nak, maybe even tonight." He squinted at Smackie with one eye, "Tighten the security. Anyone that sets foot in the perimeter should be burned by the gnomes, got it? That earth worm won't know what disincarnated him!" Zim rubbed his hands together, chuckling softly as Smackie nodded, "Yes sir!" He marched toward a consul, staring at the array of buttons. He scratched his head in confusion, and finally smacked his hand against what he hoped was the keyboard.
Outside of the glowing green house, an innocent little squirrel bounded along the sidewalk. He spied a ripe acorn lying right inside of the fence. He chattered aloud before gaining the courage to race over and grab it. A gnome turned to the squirrel, its eyes focusing directly on the squirrel. The squirrel yelped before the lasers hit. (Don't worry, it's not dead)
Back inside the house, Smackie turned to look at Zim, "Okay, it's done." The alien nodded, smirking back up at the body in the tube. "Now we wait. I'm going to go work some more on the Plastic Wombat experiment. You go do.something important." He walked over to the elevator and disappeared. Smackie looked up at Nak, his face pursed in concentration. Slowly, he shook his head and went in search of another plate of My Favorite Foods Dish.
The Invasion Commences. . .Now
Dark clouds gathered in the sky like flocks of blackness, turning the sky into a meager gray color. Dib sighed, feeling his mood drop with the weather. Gusts of wind whipped his trench coat around his legs, an old feeling returning to the boy. It had been awhile since he had worn his trench coat. Of course, this one was different than the one he wore in elementary school, but a trench nonetheless. It felt . . . good to be wearing one again.
"Dib!" Kit called, running over. Dib glanced up with a grim smile, "Good, you're here." Kit nodded, pausing to catch her breath, "Yeah, I made it. I can't be gone long, though, or I might be in big trouble. What's the big deal?"
"Smackie left his home. Nak followed him over to Zim's house. I haven't talked to him in ten minutes; we were supposed to call every five. He sent one last message saying not to talk on the walkie-talkie because Zim might intercept the message." Dib summarized quickly, walking as he spoke. Kit kept up easily with his long strides, nodding occasionally. "Do you think he made it in?" She asked in wonder. "With Zim's new security? I doubt it. He's probably just behind the fence, I just hope he remembers not to touch the fence. Zim added a scanner to it."
They trudged along the streets quietly, both lost in their thoughts. Dib worried about Nak, but decided not to voice his worries to Kit and scare her. He's fine, just being paranoid, that's all, he reasoned to himself. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he nearly passed the street sign he had been looking for. "This is where Nak said he first started. I mapped out the way he and Smackie went. Let's follow their trail." Kit agreed.
As they walked, Dib noticed Kit's attention seemed to be on her watch. "What's wrong?" He finally asked as she took another look at it. "I'm worried my mom will find out I snuck out. If she does, I'll be in a heap of trouble."
"You can go home if you want. I'll get Nak."
"And miss out on all the fun? No way!" Dib grinned, "Fine, fine. But if you do get caught, don't blame me." They took a few more steps in silence when the walkie-talkie crackled to life. Dib felt his hopes rise as he whipped on the headset. "Nak? Are you okay? What took you so long to reply? You had us worried sick!"
"Maybe you should be worried, Dib." The voice that crackled over the walkie-talkie caused Dib's blood to freeze as he clutched at the main part. He pulled the headsets off, unplugging them so Kit could hear. "Oh, he probably won't get into to much trouble, especially in a test tube. But then again, I'm not promising anything." The voice continued, oblivious to the terror it had just caused. "Zim." Kit growled, glaring at the walkie- talkie. "Ah, Kit, I knew you'd be there. You really should stop hanging around Dib, because I'm going to destroy him." It was followed with laughter, and a sudden burst of coughing. "Zim, you better not do anything to Nak, or I'll . . ."
"You'll what, Dib?"
"I'll do something really bad, that's what!"
"You amuse me, human. If you weren't such a bug, I'd keep you around for entertainment. But you are a bug, so I'm going to squash you, staring with Nak." Dib felt his stomach drop, glancing up at Kit helplessly. She shrugged, feeling equally as helpless. Zim's voice continued to crackle over the walkie-talkie, which was promptly turned off. "What are we going to do?" Dib mumbled, resting his forehead on a nearby building. "Save Nak, of course." Kit replied. Dib turned to look at her, surprised by the determination he saw there. He could feel a tiny spark of hope light within, "You're right. But first, we'll need some things."
- - -
Zim had gloated for five minutes before he realized the other end of the walkie-talkie was turned off. He sneered; he'd made his point. The walkie- talkie was thrown over the alien's shoulder as he focused on other things. Gir, upon seeing the walkie-talkie, ran and stretched as far as he could to catch it.
He missed. Collecting the pieces into a bundle, he asked, "Master, can I play with your toy?" Zim nodded, hoping it would distract the robot and keep him out of trouble. Gir whooped, trooping over to a corner with his newly acquired plaything. He managed to tangle the headset around his waist, tripping over the cord in the process, and causing a big commotion. But Zim didn't notice, he was to busy smirking at the test tube located in the middle of the room. He wasn't smirking at the tube itself, but at the being inside: Nak. The boy was suspended in a cloudy liquid, wires attached to various parts of his unconscious form. Zim marched up to the glass, the sneer seeming to be permanently stuck on his face. "Now I can finally destroy Zim and finish my invasion!"
He was about to go on about the doom he would inflict on his rival when disgusting eating sounds interrupted him. He turned to see Gir and Smackie sharing a platter of My Favorite Foods Dish. Zim went pale at the sight. "Want to try some now, Master? I made it allll by myself!" Gir declared proudly, standing. "No, Gir, no. Smackie, stop eating that. stuff now. We have work to do."
"Yes, Just Zim. Save some for me later, Gir."
"Okee dokee!"
Smackie stood in front of Zim, waiting for his orders. The alien began to pace, stopped, and then began to pace again. "Whatcha doing, Just Zim?" Smackie finally asked after seeing Zim do the same pattern ten times in a row. "Thinking of how I want to capture Dib. The stink beast will try to rescues Nak, maybe even tonight." He squinted at Smackie with one eye, "Tighten the security. Anyone that sets foot in the perimeter should be burned by the gnomes, got it? That earth worm won't know what disincarnated him!" Zim rubbed his hands together, chuckling softly as Smackie nodded, "Yes sir!" He marched toward a consul, staring at the array of buttons. He scratched his head in confusion, and finally smacked his hand against what he hoped was the keyboard.
Outside of the glowing green house, an innocent little squirrel bounded along the sidewalk. He spied a ripe acorn lying right inside of the fence. He chattered aloud before gaining the courage to race over and grab it. A gnome turned to the squirrel, its eyes focusing directly on the squirrel. The squirrel yelped before the lasers hit. (Don't worry, it's not dead)
Back inside the house, Smackie turned to look at Zim, "Okay, it's done." The alien nodded, smirking back up at the body in the tube. "Now we wait. I'm going to go work some more on the Plastic Wombat experiment. You go do.something important." He walked over to the elevator and disappeared. Smackie looked up at Nak, his face pursed in concentration. Slowly, he shook his head and went in search of another plate of My Favorite Foods Dish.