Rain-Soaked Slave
C2: Old Friends
[Disclaimer: Jhonen V. owns "Invader Zim". I own whatever I write/create. Don't steal and don't sue.]
Dib walked home with his large head held high. Zim hadn't been plotting anything, thinking it was a school day, but there was still victory to be had. After a short wrestling-match, Dib had managed to tear off some of the paste covering Zim. The alien ran off screaming in agony as the water scorched him.
"Man, Gaz, today was a great day." he said as he walked through the front door. His eyes bugged out when he saw the black-haired woman sitting next to his sister on the couch.
"Gaz, who the hell is that?" he snapped, backing up against the door.
"Shh!" Gaz hissed, "This is the best part!" The movie on the TV screen was one of Gaz's favorites, and Dib knew he had to shut up. However, his instincts told him to keep asking.
"Gaz, who is that?" he said again, "What's she doing here?"
"Shut up, Dib!" Gaz chucked the nearest hard object at her brother. It collided with his head and knocked him over and out.
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When he came to, Dib found that he was in his bed. He rolled out immediately and fell to the floor. He rushed from his room and down into the living room. The woman wasn't there. Gaz wasn't there either. Everything was clean and organized.
Dib bolted to Gaz's room and peeked inside. Gaz was in her bed, fast asleep. He closed the door and sat down against the wall. He couldn't figure it out at all. The woman seemed to have vanished into thin air. And he still didn't know why she had been there.
"Man, my head hurts." he sighed as he rubbed his abused cranium.
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Beep, beep, beep, beep…"Incoming message from…" the communications master muttered, "It's Earth. It's Zim."
"Ah, man." Purple groaned as he sucked his ice-sucky, "Just when the show was getting good too."
"Let's just ignore it." Red replied, "Ignore the call!"
"Ignoring." the communications master said. There was a pause before the screen flickered and everything turned to static.
"Hey!" Purple shouted, "Our show!"
"The jamming signal is being hacked and overridden!" the communications master blinked in shock and terror, "We can't stop it!"
The screen faded to black and showed something that made Red and Purple scream. They leapt over the couch they were sitting on, ice-sucky flying everywhere. Purple was babbling incoherently, pointing one of his fingers at the screen beyond the couch.
Red held a finger to his mouth, thinking hard about what to do. After a moment, he slapped Purple to get him to shut up and stood up.
"H-hello, m-ma'am." he said nervously, "S-sorry to ignore you. We thought you were someone else."
"I take I then you have an invader assigned to this planet."
"Uh, kind of." Purple managed to pull himself together enough to speak, "We never really had any plans about that planet. It's just way out there and there doesn't seem to be any reason to invade it."
"Who is the invader?"
"Well, uh, you see…" Red and Purple said in unison.
"Who is it?"
"Zim." They stood nervously for what might come. There was silence on the other end of the line. Zim was turning out to be the most famous invader of all time. Purple and Red were worried that the person they were talking to was going to be angry.
"So that was who was screaming today. Listen. Withdraw the invader and his SIR that are on the planet of giant flesh-eating rats, pending they are still alive. I want the armada here."
"Why?" Red dared to ask.
"This planet is something I want. I also want you to withdraw this 'Zim' invader from Earth. He sounds too foolish to accomplish anything."
"But if we call Zim back, wouldn't that just leave the earth-people to cower before you?" Purple scratched his head in question.
"There is a human here that bothers me. He has the ideas that could…hinder me."
"You mean he's got something that could stop you?" Purple asked before Red could shut him up.
"Nothing stops me. He could hinder my progress in certain ways. Now do as I say. Or do you want me to tell my people you disobeyed me?"
"AAGH! NO! ANYTHING BUT THAT!"
"Good. Then we understand each other. How soon will the armada arrive?"
"Six years at the least, sir." one of the navigators said to Red and Purple.
"Six years." Red shrugged nervously, "We just aren't that close to Earth."
"Then I'll see you in six years." The screen went to static and back to the show Red and Purple had been watching. Red and Purple glanced at each other before screaming the same thing.
"GET US TO EARTH!" The ship lurched forwards and headed towards the planet. Red and Purple sank down on the couch, shaking slightly.
"We haven't heard from her for ten years." Purple moaned, "Why now?"
"We don't get to question Ian." Red sighed, "We just have to do what she says.
—to be continued—