The Nightmare Begins Anew
An Invader Zim fan fiction by Moga
My first SI fiction... I remember when I first join the community how a bunch of authors wrote SI. They don't seem to write anymore, though. For whatever reason, I decided to try my hand at it. From what I can tell, SI seems to frowned on a lot so... Please don't flame? - Um... Constructive criticism is fine, or just saying, nicely, that you don't like it is okay.
This story starts out from an 'I' perspective and than changes into script format. That's just the way this came to me. Meep! Blame the head-voices, please. A bunch of them have been kicking be to do this for a long time (and insulting me while they were at it).
Updating this again, as all of my lines became messed up. Basically, none of the lines between character dialogue appeared. It appears correct in preview, though. Hopefully, it will show up the way I wrote it... Moga
Ah... It had been such a good day for me. Woke up late, lounged around... Went outside for a bit and threatened that yappy mutt next door into shutting up for once... Yes, today was a day fit for me to open my royal eyes to. Now, if only the days would for once listen to my threats and be nothing but perfect days, my rule would be a lot better. Oh, yes, and today I also spent some time with my second-in-command. A real idiot, but he does know how to act the part of a magnificent ruler, even if he completely lacks the intellect to rule a fly.
... Oh, no... That idiotic slave-girl is back from 'midel skool'. Those idiotic humans that I lord over can't even spell the names of their own educational grades correctly. Hmm... Well, I DO need some more liquids, and food would be nice... Perhaps this encounter with her won't be so bad. Pity for the saying 'famous last words'...
I make my way to where she is, as she's too incompetent to come to her master, and give her a superior look. Unfortunately, she is much taller than I, and standing on things can only help the problem a little. I still have to look up at her. At the very least, I have a better center of gravity than she does.
"You, slave-girl, I am in need of nourishment." As she sets down her backpack and ignores me, I decide to clarify. Humans... A horrendously stupid species. "Feed me." No response. "Feeeeed meeeeeee." She looks at me. Joy, progress at long last.
"Hey, Playfie," and an accompanying ruffle of the fur on my head. Much less than dignifying and a complete show insubordination. I use my trademark death-glare-of-death, a notch below actual death. I can do that you know; kill people with just a glare. "What?"
With a roll of my mighty eyes, I descend from my cushy, blanketed spot on top of my second-in-command's punishment box, a.k.a. 'cage'. With a walk to match my royal self, I lead the idiot to the dining area, commonly called 'kitchen' amongst the slaves. I sit down besides my enormous drinking cup, referred to as 'water dish' or 'bowl'. It FINALLY dawns on my youngest slave-girl what I want. She kneels down before it, and I allow myself a smirk. Ha, see what you're treasured 'height' has done for you now?
I AM KING PLAYFUL AND I AM AMAZING!!!
Moga: You want a spring of mint in your water?
Playful: [Of course.]
Moga: And a shrubbery, too?
Playful: [What does your botanical green plant have to do what-so-ever with my treated water, you idiotic slave-beast?]
Moga: Hehe... Yeah, you wouldn't get that, would you? Monty Python stuff, 'n' all...
Playful: [You idiot! I saw that mockery of a film myself. You humans can't act to save your worthless lives!]
Moga: 'T'was a good movie...
Playful: [Just pour the water already... You're giving me an oncoming royal headache.]
Moga picks up the gallon jug next to the water dish, pulling of the cap and filling the water dish with the treated water. After putting the cap back on, Moga gets up and wanders off to retrieve her backpack.
For future reference, here's the basic layout of Moga's house. Boy, I wish my house really looked like this... The front door leads right into a landing where you can go up or down. Upstairs, there's a short hallway that goes into the living room. Off the back of the living room is the kitchen/dining room, which is also connected to the aforementioned hallway. On the other side of the hall, is a half bathroom and a large closet. At the end of the hallway is a staircase. Up the stairs, is another hallway. By the stairs are two bedrooms, facing each other. On one side, a bit down the hall, is another bedroom, facing another bathroom. At the end of the hallway, is the master bedroom, which has an attached master bathroom.
If you went down the stairs on the aforementioned landing, you'd come to the basement level of the house. The downstairs portion of the house, however, is still divided into rooms. The first area is pretty much empty. It just extends for a bit, leaving a lot of empty room. A short hall goes off of this 'room', a refrigerator blocking part if one's view of the hall from the stairs (hence, people have a tendency to run into each other going around the corner if they're running). Off of the extremely short hall, that really doesn't deserve to be called a hallway, is the guest room. Past that the 'hallway' opens up in both directions. To the left is a 'living room', which has been turned into a place for the children of the family to hang out, equipped with a television, of course. To the right, are several bins filled with various toy-like items of the children of the family. There is also a door that leads to a room dedicated as the basement, although it is no further underground than the rest of the floor. I.E. the room is a complete mess of odds and ends, and no one really has any idea what's in there or where it is in that room.
Moga's Mom: Hey, Moga, how was your day at school?
Moga: What? Oh, okay, I suppose. I got a notice about a field trip the elementary school (spelled 'elamentry skool') kids coming up to watch a program in the auditorium with us. I get to watch over them.
Moga's Mom: And why do you get to watch them, dare I ask?
Moga: Hey... I'm not in trouble! I jus' volunteered.
Moga's Mom: And that's what you get for volunteering, right?
Moga: Yup!
As there's nothing really interesting happening in Moga's house that particular day, I'm just going to skip to the next day using my not-really-that-amazing author powers. So it's sometime around seven-fifty the next day, and Moga and her brother Kiachi are in the backseat of their mother's car (Imagine it as anything you like that can comfortable seat at least five people).
Moga's Mom: Now, have fun at the presentation you two.
Moga: I'll be sure to!
Kiachi: Got it!
Ori: Bye-bye! waves good-bye to his older siblings
So, as Moga's Mom drives away to continue her job of being a Mom with Ori in tow, Moga and Kiachi are left to fend for themselves. I mean, walk into the Midel Skool. Not long after the two siblings disappear into the building, a way-to-cheery yellow skool bus pulls up to the curb, one tire actually on the curb. A creepy, very old woman dressed all in black seemingly slither off the bus. As her (doomed) class disembarks the bus, she growls warnings to them.
Ms. Bitters: And remember, you doomed children; anyone who talks during the presentation is doomed! Like that squirrel.
The teacher points to a random, cute squirrel, which is suddenly crushed underneath a flaming meteor. The children are, however, mostly unfazed. A lot of doom happened whenever their teacher needed an example of doom, which was at least five times a day.
A peculiar green 'boy' however, laughed, manically, at the dooming of the squirrel. He happened to like doom, especially when he caused it. His name was Zim, and he was an Irken Invader, although he wasn't REALLY an Invader, he just thought he was. In the same class as said alien, was his rival, a supposedly big-headed boy named Dib, who wore glasses and a spiffy trench coat.
Also in this class, was a bunch of rather odd kids who were completely oblivious to the fact that Zim was an alien. In fact, Dib pointed out that Zim was an alien a minimum of once a day. The children in the class, however, couldn't see around Zim's disguise: A pair of contacts and a wig.
Her warnings complete, the ancient teacher seemed to dissolve back into the shadows. After a moment of doing nothing, the intellectually lacking members of Ms. Bitters's class cheered and did a very good impression of a tidal wave as they raced into the building. Thus, both Zim and Dib were left to find their own way to the auditorium. At least, Dib was. You see, as rivals, Dib and Zim are not very nice to each other. So, Dib had taken it upon himself to show Zim into the human tidal wave. To amend, Dib was left to find his way to the auditorium, Zim's screams of fear and disgust left ringing in his ears.
Inside the auditorium, the visiting students got to sit up front. One, because they were visiting, and two, to attempt to provide a job perk for those who got the 'pleasure' of watching said visiting students. As the midel skool students filed in, Moga and the other 'supervisors' broke away from everyone else to sit in between every five kids. As whatever kind of luck you wish to view it as, Moga wound up sitting between a sulking Zim and Dib, Dib only sitting there so he could watch Zim. Moga stared for a moment at Zim's green-ness, but decided not to say anything. Dib, however, noticed the look, and immediately decided to tell Moga all about the alien she was sitting next to.
Dib: Hey, um...
He paused, trying to think of a nice way to alert the midel skooler next to him about the danger that was Zim.
Dib (cont.): So... What's your name?
Moga startled: Who, me?
Dib: nods
Moga: M'name's Moga...
Dib: Nice to meet you, my named Dib. points That's Zim, he's an alien y'know.
Moga: Really?
Dib: Yeah, he was sent here by his alien leaders to take over the planet!
Moga: Spiffy!
Dib: Spiffy?!?
Moga: Well... The alien part, not the taking-over-the-world part...
Dib: Oh, yeah, aliens are neat, I know that. I'm a paranormal investigator, by the way.
Moga: Like ghosts and things like that, right?
Dib: Yeah, ghosts, the Lock Ness monster, Bigfoot... He used my belt sander once.
Moga: Who did?
Dib: Bigfoot! I saw him in the garage, but I forgot my camera. I can't believe I did that!
Moga: Well, I'm not entirely sure what a belt sander is, but that sounds neat. I'm all for Bigfoot being out there somewhere, although I like the idea of not being entirely sure. I mean, as long as he's not hurting anyone intentionally...
Dib: Yeah, it's the vicious aliens that need to be captured!
Moga: I'm not really for capturing anything. Just sending them back to wherever they came from.
Dib's reply is cut off as the curtain of the stage parts, the screen lowering down. A projector in the back of the room turns on, as the lights are turned off. The assembly turns out to be a safety film, leaving the intelligent members of the audience to wonder why students had to brought from another skool to see this.
Well, there's chapter one. There's more to come, if anyone likes this story. Hmm... Review or hit the back button, which ever you prefer. Or you could do something else entirely! Moga