Yes, another new chapter. I'm liking this story, and I am taking another short break from BSIU because I just don't feel like writing that new chapter right now. Would you rather have a chapter that sounds strained because I forced myself to do it, or would you like a nice, fluent chapter that makes sense and is worth reading?(I don't want another chapter like Chapter 12...I hate myself for that) Why am I rambling about another story?! This story needs written!
On planet Flexion, Invader Puck was lounging in his lab, eating raw cabbage. All his friends told him he smelled bad and that he always had dirt in his teeth, but he didn't care. He wouldn't give up his cabbage eating ways. He'd given up on his mission a while ago. He hated the Tallest, and they hated him. That's why he was so surprised when the Tallest called him.
"What do you two want?!" Puck demanded, spitting cabbage.
"We send you package. You open package. You drink what is in package. Bye bye," Red yelled enthusiastically. He waved his arm wildly in the air and hit Purple in the process. Purple rubbed at his face.
"You simpleton, don't you have full possession yet?!" Purple asked angrily.
"I'm getting there..," Red said, and his arms shuddered.
"It's been over two days, how long does it take?!" Purple said with a sigh.
"The only reason it's harder for me is because your target was a complete idiot!" Red yelled, crossing his arms. Purple raised his hand and started to say something, but noticed that Puck was watching them intently.
"We'll see you later," Purple said quickly, and the transmission ended. Puck scratched his head, confused. The Tallest had never called him during his entire mission. Why would they send him a package for no reason? Puck shrugged and decided to take a nap.
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"...sometimes they made the mothers throw the baby, and the shooter would try to kill both of them in one shot. Sometimes they'd pour ice water in a barrel and see how long the baby could live in it." Ms. Bitters was teaching history, a subject that nobody in the class particularly enjoyed. Ms. Bitters would never tell the children about the good things in history. All she would teach was the grim, ugly things like war and torture.
Zim was the only one who usually enjoyed Ms. Bitters's teachings on war, and sometimes even took notes, but today was different. He was laying on his desk, his head laying on his folded arms. One time, he fell asleep, but Dib shot a rubber band at him before even a minute went by.
"Zim, are you paying attention?" Ms. Bitters asked. "You do realize you'll be in a LOT of trouble if you fall asleep, don't you?"
"You don't know the half of it," Zim replied, and he rubbed his eyes. Ms. Bitters raised an eyebrow and twined her fingers together. She sighed and shook her head.
"Don't make me get out Ol' Holey, Zim," Ms. Bitters hissed..
"Who's Ol' Holey?" Zim asked, yawning. Ms. Bitters grinned. She pulled a key out of her pocket and shoved it into one of the many drawers in her desk. She turned the key slowly until she heard a click. She opened the drawer slowly and pulled something out of it.
"THIS is Ol' Holey!" Ms. Bitters yelled holding a paddle high over her head. It had many holes in it, making it less air resistant. Zim's eyes bulged, and he sat up straight. Dib grinned, trying to imagine Zim getting paddled by Ms. Bitters. He busted up laughing and pounded his desk with his fist.
The class stared at Dib as he laughed hysterically, and Ms. Bitters growled. She slithered through the air carrying the paddle. She stopped behind Dib, raised the paddle, then swung at his head. Dib quickly ducked and quieted down.
"Your teacher is a freak," Zim heard Vapor say quietly.
"Shut it," Zim said, and he sat his head on his desk.
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After history, it was time for arts and crafts. Zim sat in the back of the room at the large table. He had a piece of paper in front of him and a black crayon in his hand, and he was mindlessly scribbling circles on it. Dib sat in front of him, glaring. Dib was drawing a picture of an alien that resembled Zim being cut open by a scientist that resembled Prof. Membrane. When he finished his drawing, Dib smiled and held it up for Zim to see.
"What do ya think, Zim? Realistic, no?" Dib said.
"Beautiful hot wax..," Zim stuttered, staring off in space. Dib raised an eyebrow, then waved his hand in front of Zim's face. Zim didn't even blink.
"Hey, Zim. After skool, do you wanna come over to my house so I can cut you open and send your innards to the army?" Dib asked with fake joy.
"Sure," Zim replied, and he yawned. Dib scratched his head. Zim wasn't any fun to torment today. Dib was getting frustrated.
"Do you want to marry my sister Zim? Should I tell her that you're madly in love with her?" Dib asked, his cheek twitching. Zim looked at him with wide eyes, then busted up laughing. His wig fell off and landed in a bucket of paste. This made Zim laugh harder. He stopped abruptly, and he fell limp on the desk. Dib stared at him, confused. He heard a soft snoring sound.
"Is he asleep?" Dib asked Phlem, the other kid sitting at the table. Phlem shrugged, then continued his work. Dib scratched his head and picked up a pencil. He poked Zim on the shoulder with the tip.
"Yo, Zim?" Dib asked quietly.
"What?!" Zim yelled, sitting up. He pulled his wig out of the paste bucket and placed it back on his head without cleaning the paste off of it. Dib jumped, startled by Zim's yell. Dib studied Zim's face for a moment. Something about it had changed, but he couldn't figure out what.
"What are you staring at, boy?!" Zim demanded, and he snatched Dib's glasses away.
"Hey! I need those!" Dib cried out angrily, waving his arms in front of him blindly. He fell off his chair, knocking the bucket of paste off the table. It landed on his head. Zim laughed at him.
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The skool day continued on, and Dib watched Zim the whole time. Zim never called Dib by his name, but always called him 'boy'. Dib watched with amazement as Zim ate everything on his tray at lunch. He watched as Zim raised his hand and answered questions correctly in class. Ms. Bitters hissed at Zim, asking if he was cheating. Zim had answered 'No, ma'am.'. Ms. Bitters had shuddered and sent him to the corner in the room. When skool finally let out, Dib followed Zim out the door and confronted him.
"What's going on, Zim?! You've been acting strange all day!" Dib said angrily. "You're up to something! Now explain!"
"If you would be so kind as to get out of my way, boy, so I can get back to my home. I have things planned for tonight, and I'm expecting a few of my friends to pop by. Cheerio," Zim replied, and he walked around Dib.
"Cheerio? CHEERIO?!" Dib shouted. He quickly got in front of Zim and pulled a water gun out of his backpack. "Don't make me use this, Zim. Tell me what's going on, or else."
Zim sighed in annoyance. "Don't pester me with such childish things, boy. I have work to do, and I can't have you bothering me with your antics. Now put that toy away and go home."
Dib's eyes bulged. Zim had always been fearful of Dib's water gun whenever he had pulled it out. Now he was just annoyed with it. Zim cleared his throat and walked around Dib again. Dib growled. He spun around and aimed the water gun at Zim.
"How's this for antics?!" he yelled, and he fired. Water sprayed all over Zim, who froze in place. Zim looked down at his hands and watched in horror as they started to smoke.
"What's happening to me?!" Zim screamed as his whole body writhed in pain. Dib watched with glee, then fired another shot of water at the smoking alien. Zim yelled louder, and Dib raised an eyebrow. He heard two voices screaming, one Zim's and the other belonging to some new person.
"Uh...Zim?" Dib asked, confused. Dib yelped as he saw a black figure leap out of Zim's body. The figure darted towards Dib, stopped and glared at him, then darted into the drainage ditch in the road.
Dib stared at the drainage ditch for a long time, wide eyed and pale. His mouth hung open and his hands were shaking. The water gun fell out of his hand and broke in two on the ground. Zim whined behind him.
"What...?" Dib stuttered, and he pointed at the drainage ditch.
"Oiy...I wouldn't want to do that again," Zim said tightly, and he forced himself to a standing position. He took off his wig and squeezed it, letting the mixture of paste and water drip out of it slowly. He put it back on his head and bent backwards, cracking his spine. He popped the transmitter out of his backpod.
"Gir, come pick me up," he said, and Gir quickly arrived. Zim hopped on his back and jetted back to his base, leaving Dib staring dumbly into space.
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"Did you drink your black liquid?" Red asked Invader Puck. Puck nodded, and he grinned evilly. His eyes were now brown with dark circles under them, just like Red's.
"Good. All right, Ink. Me and Screwball here are going to check on Vapor. Contact him as soon as we tell you to. That away, we can get things started as quickly as we can," Purple said.
"Yes, my Queen, as you wish. What should I do while you contact Vapor?" Puck asked.
"Do as you please. You have my permission to destroy the planet if you want. Fire at will, possess as many people as you want, but when we start our conquest, you MUST have the body you're in now. Queen Shade out."
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Yay! If you're confused, good! You should be asking questions! They will be answered later on, so don't bust your brain trying to figure it out. Seeya later!
-Crystal