Yay! Finally, we're leaving the Forest of Angst! Now entering, the
Wastelands of Insanity! You think I'm joking? Try to guess who the next
character is, and tell me if I'm lying! Happy reading!
Disclaimer: ((which I've been failing to include)) I don't own Invader Zim, nor do I own any sort of cheese product. How sad that I don't have any cheese in may house. That's just wrong.
Something tickled Zim's face, and he raised one hand to brush it away, only half-awake yet. Sleepily he opened his eyes, blinking owlishly against the light of the morning sun. Where was he.oh yeah. That awful.disagreement.the day before. He rolled over on the warped planks of the floor, and ran into someone.
Kith slept on, oblivious to Zim's movement. Hastily he scooted back on the floor, dragging the coat with him. He looked down at the water burns on his arms, gingerly feeling them to check for any serious damage.
"Not as bad as it could have been," he mused grumpily to himself. "To think that.assassin.would come looking for me." he trailed off mid- sentence, leaving a Caz-like cliffhanger in his words. ((A/N: Inside joke, obviously.)) He glared at Kith's prone form on the floor, debating with himself whether he should kick her or drape the coat over her and leave.
"No.I will not do either. Wait---why am I talking to myself? Only Dib does that! Stupid human-uhm--Irkan bio-beast!" He shook his fist forcefully at the ceiling of the gazebo, as if it were taunting him. ((Stupid gazebo.sorry, only Elvenmage22 will get this.))
Kith shifted in her sleep, startling Zim. He started violently, unsure of how to react-run or stay? The all too vivid images of the previous night flooded his mind again, and only his Invader's pride kept him from fleeing immediately. He slumped on the seat of the gazebo and waited for her to wake up. She didn't move for the next five minutes, so he shifted to a more comfortable position and practiced his glares on her back.
Kith stirred again and rolled over a few minutes later. She opened her eyes, blinking against the morning light. The first thing that registered was Zim sitting across the gazebo, picking determinedly at one if his burns. She sat up self consciously, pulling the coat over her knees.
"Zim?"
He started again, scowling at her. "Do you have something else to shove into my head, Kith? Or do you just want to run it past me how useless I am again?"
She blinked quickly and kept her eyes on her knees, not trusting herself to look at his face. "Zim, may I just say one thing?"
He waved one hand dismissively. "Go ahead. I can't promise I'll listen, but.go ahead. Have fun."
Kith bit her lip and took a deep breath. "Zim, I'm sorry about last night. I honestly didn't mean to go that far overboard. I can't get it across how sorry I am about what I did, and if you like, I can make you forget it."
He stared openly at her, trying to process what had just been said. "Make me forget.?"
She nodded and picked at the peeling paint on the floor. "Yeah. If you want.."
"No." He shook his head determinedly. "No. If that's how the Massive feels, then let them feel it. It will bring me all the more glory when I take over this pathetic meatball of a planet!" he snarled. She sniffed, ((although I have no idea how,)) and smiled feebly. He certainly was a brave one, really. There were many others who would have chosen the easier path. She respected Zim for this.
He leaned forward and stared at her. "So now what? Now that you've.changed the Dib, and the Massive is coming here, what do we do now? I imagine there isn't much to do while we wait, seeing as how I'm not allowed to take over the planet for a while."
Kith shrugged. "I'm not really sure. I had just planned on screwing up royally on the Massive, and making everyone want me to stay on Earth. I'm not sure what to do now. Although we should contact Dib, and get your burns treated."
Zim nodded and allowed himself a small smirk. "Yes, let us see to our wounds. And perhaps I can show the Dib how to be a SUPERIOR Irkan.keep your friends close, but your enemies closer, I always say."
Kith stepped down the steps of the gazebo, leading Zim home. "Zim, that's an Earthanoid saying."
"No it's not. I made it myself."
"You read it in Mrs. Bitter's literature book!"
".eh...I wrote that book."
"Sure you did." Kith rolled her eyes and led him back to the base.
Dib paced back and forth in front of the front window of Kith's house. "Where are they? She hasn't contacted me, and it's been hours! Nearly a whole day! Hex, have you found them yet?" He turned to his SIR, who had unfortunately met Gir and suffered the consequences.
"Ehh..no sah! Dey be's not here, Mistah!" she shrugged and picked a card from the pile in front of MiKi.
"Great." Dib rolled his eyes. He called out the microphone from his pod and called to Kith and Zim. "Hello, is anyone there! Kith? Zim? Where are you guys?"
Kith answered him in a staticky voice. "Yeah, we're about a block away. Coming home."
"Okay." He heaved a sigh of relief and spoke again. "I'll be on the roof with my telescope. There's a Leonid meteor shower tonight; pretty cool."
"All right, we're-" she was cut off.
"Kith?" Dib called. "Kith?"
A roar of static filled his brain. He could make out the wail of a siren, and the crackle of electricity. Someone was saying something in another language, but it wasn't anything he could understand. Frantically he told the pod to record and translate the message, and ran outside. The message became clearer, and began to make sense.
"Help.my shi.out of contro..can't fly it.mayda.." Dib strained to hear more.
Suddenly a streak of vivid blue fire shot through the sky and careened wildly through the sky. A pair of flames shot out in front of it, to slow it down. It was coming close enough for Dib to recognize it to be a ship, but it looked nothing like Zim's Voot cruiser. Bigger, and colored a dark hue.
"Kith!" he yelled into the microphone. "Something's crashing in the park, meet me there!" He ordered the mike away and ran down the street, where a thirty-foot thing had just left a crater in the soft wet dirt. He could feel the earth shaking under his legs; land jumped up to meet his feet, and shook his thigh muscles jarringly. He saw, out of the corner of his eye, Kith and Zim running towards him from an adjoining street, but didn't slow down.
When he reached the park, he was out of breath and clutching his side in pain. There was a wide gash in the vegetation, clearly showing where the UFO had skidded to a stop. He pulled out his mechs, berating himself for forgetting them and ran into the wreckage.
A pair of beguiling violet eyes watched cautiously from the undergrowth of ferns. They saw the small creature run up to the wreckage of its ship, and nervously shifted in the leaves. The creature examining the ship looked up sharply, and the thing in the foliage tensed, bruised and ruined muscles tightening painfully under a charred uniform. The eyes that met Dib's were filled with pain and sadness, even as the body surrounding them changed to match his. Then she was just too tired to continue, and blacked out.
Dib stared tersely into the ferns under the oak trees. Something was in there, something alive and hopefully not very dangerous. He turned to Zim and Kith, who were running up behind him and shushed them with a gesture.
"I think whatever was in the ship is over there," he whispered, pointing. "Zim, have you ever seen this kind of ship before?"
The Irkan shook his head. "I've heard of them, yes, but never seen one. They are normally very elusive and skilled pilots. Odd that one should crash here, where there would be two-eh, three aliens to intercept it."
"Yeah, but what is it?" Dib asked nervously.
Kith was examining the shattered cockpit of the ship. The blue metals were twisted and charred, and the pectoral fins of the ship, each easily ten feet long, were scratched and dented. "This is a Dalzorian ship," she said finally. "Observe the controls here--" she pointed into the wreckage, "and the lack of a bipedal seating arrangement. The controls are obviously crafted for someone with talons and an opposable thumb, and Dalzorians are quadrupedal, meaning four-legged, and therefore need no chair."
"I was going to say that," Zim scoffed. "And all of that is obvious. But here's the-what's the term? Here's the kicker: Where is the pilot? And don't Dalzorians travel in pairs?"
"I saw something over there," Dib said, pointing. "But it looked away, and I lost it."
Zim pulled out a plasma ray from his pod and held it at the ready. On silent mechs he crept over to the ferns and pushed them aside. Silently he waved for Kith and Dib to come over and see this.
When they reached the pale-faced Zim, Dib's hearts froze momentarily. Lying comatose in the bushes was a duplicate of himself.
Well, that certainly took a while. Okay, as of posting this chapter I have ten reviews. That isn't enough, people!
Disclaimer: ((which I've been failing to include)) I don't own Invader Zim, nor do I own any sort of cheese product. How sad that I don't have any cheese in may house. That's just wrong.
Something tickled Zim's face, and he raised one hand to brush it away, only half-awake yet. Sleepily he opened his eyes, blinking owlishly against the light of the morning sun. Where was he.oh yeah. That awful.disagreement.the day before. He rolled over on the warped planks of the floor, and ran into someone.
Kith slept on, oblivious to Zim's movement. Hastily he scooted back on the floor, dragging the coat with him. He looked down at the water burns on his arms, gingerly feeling them to check for any serious damage.
"Not as bad as it could have been," he mused grumpily to himself. "To think that.assassin.would come looking for me." he trailed off mid- sentence, leaving a Caz-like cliffhanger in his words. ((A/N: Inside joke, obviously.)) He glared at Kith's prone form on the floor, debating with himself whether he should kick her or drape the coat over her and leave.
"No.I will not do either. Wait---why am I talking to myself? Only Dib does that! Stupid human-uhm--Irkan bio-beast!" He shook his fist forcefully at the ceiling of the gazebo, as if it were taunting him. ((Stupid gazebo.sorry, only Elvenmage22 will get this.))
Kith shifted in her sleep, startling Zim. He started violently, unsure of how to react-run or stay? The all too vivid images of the previous night flooded his mind again, and only his Invader's pride kept him from fleeing immediately. He slumped on the seat of the gazebo and waited for her to wake up. She didn't move for the next five minutes, so he shifted to a more comfortable position and practiced his glares on her back.
Kith stirred again and rolled over a few minutes later. She opened her eyes, blinking against the morning light. The first thing that registered was Zim sitting across the gazebo, picking determinedly at one if his burns. She sat up self consciously, pulling the coat over her knees.
"Zim?"
He started again, scowling at her. "Do you have something else to shove into my head, Kith? Or do you just want to run it past me how useless I am again?"
She blinked quickly and kept her eyes on her knees, not trusting herself to look at his face. "Zim, may I just say one thing?"
He waved one hand dismissively. "Go ahead. I can't promise I'll listen, but.go ahead. Have fun."
Kith bit her lip and took a deep breath. "Zim, I'm sorry about last night. I honestly didn't mean to go that far overboard. I can't get it across how sorry I am about what I did, and if you like, I can make you forget it."
He stared openly at her, trying to process what had just been said. "Make me forget.?"
She nodded and picked at the peeling paint on the floor. "Yeah. If you want.."
"No." He shook his head determinedly. "No. If that's how the Massive feels, then let them feel it. It will bring me all the more glory when I take over this pathetic meatball of a planet!" he snarled. She sniffed, ((although I have no idea how,)) and smiled feebly. He certainly was a brave one, really. There were many others who would have chosen the easier path. She respected Zim for this.
He leaned forward and stared at her. "So now what? Now that you've.changed the Dib, and the Massive is coming here, what do we do now? I imagine there isn't much to do while we wait, seeing as how I'm not allowed to take over the planet for a while."
Kith shrugged. "I'm not really sure. I had just planned on screwing up royally on the Massive, and making everyone want me to stay on Earth. I'm not sure what to do now. Although we should contact Dib, and get your burns treated."
Zim nodded and allowed himself a small smirk. "Yes, let us see to our wounds. And perhaps I can show the Dib how to be a SUPERIOR Irkan.keep your friends close, but your enemies closer, I always say."
Kith stepped down the steps of the gazebo, leading Zim home. "Zim, that's an Earthanoid saying."
"No it's not. I made it myself."
"You read it in Mrs. Bitter's literature book!"
".eh...I wrote that book."
"Sure you did." Kith rolled her eyes and led him back to the base.
Dib paced back and forth in front of the front window of Kith's house. "Where are they? She hasn't contacted me, and it's been hours! Nearly a whole day! Hex, have you found them yet?" He turned to his SIR, who had unfortunately met Gir and suffered the consequences.
"Ehh..no sah! Dey be's not here, Mistah!" she shrugged and picked a card from the pile in front of MiKi.
"Great." Dib rolled his eyes. He called out the microphone from his pod and called to Kith and Zim. "Hello, is anyone there! Kith? Zim? Where are you guys?"
Kith answered him in a staticky voice. "Yeah, we're about a block away. Coming home."
"Okay." He heaved a sigh of relief and spoke again. "I'll be on the roof with my telescope. There's a Leonid meteor shower tonight; pretty cool."
"All right, we're-" she was cut off.
"Kith?" Dib called. "Kith?"
A roar of static filled his brain. He could make out the wail of a siren, and the crackle of electricity. Someone was saying something in another language, but it wasn't anything he could understand. Frantically he told the pod to record and translate the message, and ran outside. The message became clearer, and began to make sense.
"Help.my shi.out of contro..can't fly it.mayda.." Dib strained to hear more.
Suddenly a streak of vivid blue fire shot through the sky and careened wildly through the sky. A pair of flames shot out in front of it, to slow it down. It was coming close enough for Dib to recognize it to be a ship, but it looked nothing like Zim's Voot cruiser. Bigger, and colored a dark hue.
"Kith!" he yelled into the microphone. "Something's crashing in the park, meet me there!" He ordered the mike away and ran down the street, where a thirty-foot thing had just left a crater in the soft wet dirt. He could feel the earth shaking under his legs; land jumped up to meet his feet, and shook his thigh muscles jarringly. He saw, out of the corner of his eye, Kith and Zim running towards him from an adjoining street, but didn't slow down.
When he reached the park, he was out of breath and clutching his side in pain. There was a wide gash in the vegetation, clearly showing where the UFO had skidded to a stop. He pulled out his mechs, berating himself for forgetting them and ran into the wreckage.
A pair of beguiling violet eyes watched cautiously from the undergrowth of ferns. They saw the small creature run up to the wreckage of its ship, and nervously shifted in the leaves. The creature examining the ship looked up sharply, and the thing in the foliage tensed, bruised and ruined muscles tightening painfully under a charred uniform. The eyes that met Dib's were filled with pain and sadness, even as the body surrounding them changed to match his. Then she was just too tired to continue, and blacked out.
Dib stared tersely into the ferns under the oak trees. Something was in there, something alive and hopefully not very dangerous. He turned to Zim and Kith, who were running up behind him and shushed them with a gesture.
"I think whatever was in the ship is over there," he whispered, pointing. "Zim, have you ever seen this kind of ship before?"
The Irkan shook his head. "I've heard of them, yes, but never seen one. They are normally very elusive and skilled pilots. Odd that one should crash here, where there would be two-eh, three aliens to intercept it."
"Yeah, but what is it?" Dib asked nervously.
Kith was examining the shattered cockpit of the ship. The blue metals were twisted and charred, and the pectoral fins of the ship, each easily ten feet long, were scratched and dented. "This is a Dalzorian ship," she said finally. "Observe the controls here--" she pointed into the wreckage, "and the lack of a bipedal seating arrangement. The controls are obviously crafted for someone with talons and an opposable thumb, and Dalzorians are quadrupedal, meaning four-legged, and therefore need no chair."
"I was going to say that," Zim scoffed. "And all of that is obvious. But here's the-what's the term? Here's the kicker: Where is the pilot? And don't Dalzorians travel in pairs?"
"I saw something over there," Dib said, pointing. "But it looked away, and I lost it."
Zim pulled out a plasma ray from his pod and held it at the ready. On silent mechs he crept over to the ferns and pushed them aside. Silently he waved for Kith and Dib to come over and see this.
When they reached the pale-faced Zim, Dib's hearts froze momentarily. Lying comatose in the bushes was a duplicate of himself.
Well, that certainly took a while. Okay, as of posting this chapter I have ten reviews. That isn't enough, people!