THE SPAWN
By Unknowner
Chapter Four
Author's Note: Invader Zim characters are owned by Jhonen Vasquez, or Nickelodeon, I'm not sure which, Skittles is owned by Mars/M&M, I have no idea who owns Ruibik's Cube, and I own Zed and Gidj. Thankew.
"MAYDAY! MAYDAY! I'M HIT! MY SHIELDS ARE DOWN!" Zim screamed as the viewport began to fuzz out, his instruments blinking madly. His last thought before his fighter erupted into the nearby asteroid was that he should've scanned for an ambush beforehand. There was a quiet beep as the "GAME OVER" screen popped into view.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"Face it, Zim, you just can't beat me. That's five games in a row!" Gaz smiled that half-cocked smile that Zim always hated, the one that screamed "I just beat you five games in a row at Omega Deathstar Bloodbath 2020 and you didn't". Or something like that.
"PATHETIC HUMAN! You will NEVER beat the glory that is ZIIIIIIIM! Two out of three!"
"Six out of eleven."
"JUST PLAY!"
Gaz sighed. "Zim, you're making too many basic mistakes! Each time you go in, you act as if you're going up against a rookie in an unarmed lifepod."
Zim's eyebrows arched. "What? Whaddayamean?"
"Let me show you. HEY IGGINS!" Gaz screamed over at the arcade attendant, a bloated fellow with eyes that seemed to pop out of his skull with every sugar-fueled scream.
"Yes, oh worthy opponent less skilled than meeeeeeeeee?"
Gaz grunted. She whupped him daily, but he still acted superior. "Play Zim. I wanna show him something."
"What's in it for meeee-eeeeee?"
"I'll play the winner."
"DEAL!" The acne-ridden bulk slid into the pilot-pod across from Zim's. Gaz rolled her eyes and leaned up against the cockpit, peering at Zim's screen.
"Hey Gaz..."
"What?"
"Why are you helping me?" Gaz paused, then shifted uncomfortably.
"Well... besides me, you're the best gamer here, and that's really kinda sad. I want a real challenge. Besides, we're friends, aren't we?"
Zim blanched. He had become a regular at the arcade known as Captain Tumor's Radiation Zone, and sort of a rival to Gaz since there was nothing to do after school, and he could finish his homework in ten minutes, tops... but... friend...
"Yeah. Thanks."
Gaz smiled, not a cocky, evil grin, but an actual show of happiness. "Alright, you're coming up on the asteroid field. Now w-"
"EYAaaaaaaa..rrrrrrrrGGGGHARRRRG!" Zim cried out in sudden pain, clutching his sides.
"Zim? ZIM! What's wrong?" Zim didn't answer, as he collapsed out of the machine and staggered away quickly, with Gaz on his heels.
"HA! I won, Gaz! Now you must face the unstoppable force of IIIIIII- GINS!"
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"ZIIIM!" Gaz screamed as her Doc Martins pounded the pavement. How did he get o far ahead of her? Didn't matter, she was near his home...
And steel panels were closing off the door.
Tucking into a ball, she tumbled underneath the falling sheet of steel, just as it slammed into the floor. Looking around, she saw...
"Zim! What the heck is HAPPENING to you? Why did you run off like that.... Zim...?" Her expression softened a little, seeing the frail form writhing on the hideous couch. He tried to smile a little, despite the pain. Zim spoke, struggling for breath.
"Sorry... just... didn't want... any.. one... to see me like... this..."
"Oh, Zim... what's happening to you?"
"It's... our curse... Gaz, you know... I'm not... human..."
"Well, duh! I've seen all of stupid Dib's surveillance tapes!"
"You see... it's... a growth spurt..."
"What?"
"For us... it's often lethal..." Gaz paused.
"Oh..."
"You see... Our insides change... completely... each time." Zim inhaled deeply, shuddering a bit. "It lasts a few weeks... comes in waves..."
"Is there some kind of cure? A treatment?"
"No... Our elders are... revered... for their height. It's... a hideous system... but..." Zim closed his eyes, succumbing to the agony. Gaz stood back sitting on the TV, thinking.
"Hey, GIR!" The undersized robot dropped from the ceiling.
"Yeeeeeeeessss?"
"Do me a favor, okay?"
"Whazzat?"
"Could you make up a cot for me?"
"Awwwww.... you gonna help master?"
"You think I'd leave him in your hands?" Gir stared blankly.
"I's gonna make some halibut waffles!" Gaz sighed, then walked over to her newfound patient.
"Don't worry, Zim. I won't let you die this easily."
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Back in the kitchen, Zed rubbed his eyes. "So how do you know all this, anyways?" His uncle Dib had been rambling on for... jeez, three hours.
"Hidden cameras, mainly. I even stuck one inside of Gir."
"How the heck did you do that?"
"It was hidden inside a rubber moose." Zed wisely decided not to ask.
"So... why didn't I inherit these lethal... spurt... thingees?"
"YEAH! WHY DIDN'T HE?" A voice squeaked out from near the window. Dib's head whipped around almost 180 degrees, to an undersized blonde with glasses peeking in from the hedges outside the window.
"Um, Zed? Is this a friend of yours?" Zed groaned.
"Yeah. This is Gidj, one of my surf buddies-" Gidj popped through the window.
"And now, best buddy of an authentic half-alien person!" Dib took off his shades and cleaned them, a gesture that made him look surprisingly old.
"Let me guess. Sugar rush?"
"With Gidj, it's kind of a chronic ailment."
"HEY! Just because I use smarties and skittles as breakfast cereal with Poop Cola doesn't mean I'm a sugar addict! I CAN QUIT ANYTIME, DANGIT!" Total silence reigned for a few seconds, until GIR walked in.
"I'm gonna get a Brainfreezy, `kay?"
"Okay, Gir. Anyway, like I was saying..."
By Unknowner
Chapter Four
Author's Note: Invader Zim characters are owned by Jhonen Vasquez, or Nickelodeon, I'm not sure which, Skittles is owned by Mars/M&M, I have no idea who owns Ruibik's Cube, and I own Zed and Gidj. Thankew.
"MAYDAY! MAYDAY! I'M HIT! MY SHIELDS ARE DOWN!" Zim screamed as the viewport began to fuzz out, his instruments blinking madly. His last thought before his fighter erupted into the nearby asteroid was that he should've scanned for an ambush beforehand. There was a quiet beep as the "GAME OVER" screen popped into view.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"Face it, Zim, you just can't beat me. That's five games in a row!" Gaz smiled that half-cocked smile that Zim always hated, the one that screamed "I just beat you five games in a row at Omega Deathstar Bloodbath 2020 and you didn't". Or something like that.
"PATHETIC HUMAN! You will NEVER beat the glory that is ZIIIIIIIM! Two out of three!"
"Six out of eleven."
"JUST PLAY!"
Gaz sighed. "Zim, you're making too many basic mistakes! Each time you go in, you act as if you're going up against a rookie in an unarmed lifepod."
Zim's eyebrows arched. "What? Whaddayamean?"
"Let me show you. HEY IGGINS!" Gaz screamed over at the arcade attendant, a bloated fellow with eyes that seemed to pop out of his skull with every sugar-fueled scream.
"Yes, oh worthy opponent less skilled than meeeeeeeeee?"
Gaz grunted. She whupped him daily, but he still acted superior. "Play Zim. I wanna show him something."
"What's in it for meeee-eeeeee?"
"I'll play the winner."
"DEAL!" The acne-ridden bulk slid into the pilot-pod across from Zim's. Gaz rolled her eyes and leaned up against the cockpit, peering at Zim's screen.
"Hey Gaz..."
"What?"
"Why are you helping me?" Gaz paused, then shifted uncomfortably.
"Well... besides me, you're the best gamer here, and that's really kinda sad. I want a real challenge. Besides, we're friends, aren't we?"
Zim blanched. He had become a regular at the arcade known as Captain Tumor's Radiation Zone, and sort of a rival to Gaz since there was nothing to do after school, and he could finish his homework in ten minutes, tops... but... friend...
"Yeah. Thanks."
Gaz smiled, not a cocky, evil grin, but an actual show of happiness. "Alright, you're coming up on the asteroid field. Now w-"
"EYAaaaaaaa..rrrrrrrrGGGGHARRRRG!" Zim cried out in sudden pain, clutching his sides.
"Zim? ZIM! What's wrong?" Zim didn't answer, as he collapsed out of the machine and staggered away quickly, with Gaz on his heels.
"HA! I won, Gaz! Now you must face the unstoppable force of IIIIIII- GINS!"
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"ZIIIM!" Gaz screamed as her Doc Martins pounded the pavement. How did he get o far ahead of her? Didn't matter, she was near his home...
And steel panels were closing off the door.
Tucking into a ball, she tumbled underneath the falling sheet of steel, just as it slammed into the floor. Looking around, she saw...
"Zim! What the heck is HAPPENING to you? Why did you run off like that.... Zim...?" Her expression softened a little, seeing the frail form writhing on the hideous couch. He tried to smile a little, despite the pain. Zim spoke, struggling for breath.
"Sorry... just... didn't want... any.. one... to see me like... this..."
"Oh, Zim... what's happening to you?"
"It's... our curse... Gaz, you know... I'm not... human..."
"Well, duh! I've seen all of stupid Dib's surveillance tapes!"
"You see... it's... a growth spurt..."
"What?"
"For us... it's often lethal..." Gaz paused.
"Oh..."
"You see... Our insides change... completely... each time." Zim inhaled deeply, shuddering a bit. "It lasts a few weeks... comes in waves..."
"Is there some kind of cure? A treatment?"
"No... Our elders are... revered... for their height. It's... a hideous system... but..." Zim closed his eyes, succumbing to the agony. Gaz stood back sitting on the TV, thinking.
"Hey, GIR!" The undersized robot dropped from the ceiling.
"Yeeeeeeeessss?"
"Do me a favor, okay?"
"Whazzat?"
"Could you make up a cot for me?"
"Awwwww.... you gonna help master?"
"You think I'd leave him in your hands?" Gir stared blankly.
"I's gonna make some halibut waffles!" Gaz sighed, then walked over to her newfound patient.
"Don't worry, Zim. I won't let you die this easily."
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Back in the kitchen, Zed rubbed his eyes. "So how do you know all this, anyways?" His uncle Dib had been rambling on for... jeez, three hours.
"Hidden cameras, mainly. I even stuck one inside of Gir."
"How the heck did you do that?"
"It was hidden inside a rubber moose." Zed wisely decided not to ask.
"So... why didn't I inherit these lethal... spurt... thingees?"
"YEAH! WHY DIDN'T HE?" A voice squeaked out from near the window. Dib's head whipped around almost 180 degrees, to an undersized blonde with glasses peeking in from the hedges outside the window.
"Um, Zed? Is this a friend of yours?" Zed groaned.
"Yeah. This is Gidj, one of my surf buddies-" Gidj popped through the window.
"And now, best buddy of an authentic half-alien person!" Dib took off his shades and cleaned them, a gesture that made him look surprisingly old.
"Let me guess. Sugar rush?"
"With Gidj, it's kind of a chronic ailment."
"HEY! Just because I use smarties and skittles as breakfast cereal with Poop Cola doesn't mean I'm a sugar addict! I CAN QUIT ANYTIME, DANGIT!" Total silence reigned for a few seconds, until GIR walked in.
"I'm gonna get a Brainfreezy, `kay?"
"Okay, Gir. Anyway, like I was saying..."
