A/N: Hi! This is my first fanfic, and I'm just trying it out, so this shouldn't be that great. If you are a kind bnefactor, then you will probably want to read this and give me helpful tips. If you're reading this so you can flame me, please leave. Flames won't help me at all.
Disclaimer: I definetly don't own Invader Zim, but I do own a copy of the DVD! The almighty Jhonen Vasquez is the powerful creater of this masterful show, as well as JtHM, I Feel Sick, and Squee. May we all buy his books.
ON THE MASSIVE, TWO MONTHS AFTER THE GREAT ASSIGNING
The Tallest were lounging and eating snacks in the control room (go figure).
"It was really smart of you to send Zim on a fake mission," Purple told Red, while he chewed on a doughnut. Red, seeing as he already had a lack of lines on the actual show, simply nodded.
But we don't care about them. The Tallest aren't even too important to this fic yet. On with the REAL story.
MEANWHILE, DEEP WITHIN THE BOWELS OF THE MASSIVE
An Irkan worker (you know, the one's with the collars?) was checking the safety systems. "Hmmm...everything seems to be fully functional," she mused as her dull blue eyes scanned over the escape pods.
Better check inside, she thought, just to be safe. The small alien climbed into the closest pod and tested the steering. "Uh, oh," she sighed, "the steering is defective."
She noted on her Irkan clipboard to fix this pod's steering. As she turned to leave, her tiny gloved hand fell atop the "launch" button, and the pod's door clasped shut. A computer's voice announced, "Launch command initiated."
Her eyes grew wide. "Oh, crap," she whimpered.
SEVEN MONTHS LATER
(A/N: The Massive isn't at Conventia anymore, so I'm assuming that it's farther away, making the trip to Earth at least one month longer.)
An Irkan escape pod fired past a red planet as the concealed alien screamed. She curled up into a ball and cried. She had been living in terror for the past 7 months, and now she could see that her defective, unsteerable craft was headed directly towards a small blue and green planet.
"Damn! I'm going to die," sighed the exasperated worker, thoroughly annoyed.
ON A STINKY PLANET CALLED "EARTH" (EARTH IS STINKY):
Deep beneath a scary, bright green house, Invader Zim conducted his latest experiment. He was testing how much weight a clam could hold. Surprisingly, it was very little.
His clam-concentration was broken by a desperate-sounding computer voice which informed him, "a Irkan spaceship has landed nearby!"
Startled, Zim dropped his hacksaw (A/N: I don't know why he has one just ignore it) and donned his ingenious disguise.
A spaceship? Is this yet another crazy fan character?, Zim thought. Little did he know, it was.
(What you're thinking right now: What?! A fan character?! most likely a Mary Sue. I'm going to click the "back" button.
A/N: WAIT! I swear she isn't a Mary Sue! I would never do that! Besides, would Zim really fall in love with a lowly Irkan slave? I don't think so.)
Zim attempted to open his door, only to find that when the computer said "nearby," it meant on the doorstep, (convenient, huh?) and when it said, "landed," it meant crashed. Also, GIR had recently put bubble gum and caramel on the hinges of the door. He's crazy like that.
When Zim finally managed to squeeze out the door, he circled the wreck. After he decide this was, in fact, an Irkan escape pod, (oh, wow!) he opened the door.
His disguised eyes expanded in wonder at the sight before him. The small worker was curled up, her eyes tightly closed, and her curved antennae tangled together in an unattractive manner.
Zim looked around to see if the ship was too noticeable. It had left a trail of destruction upon impact with the filthy surface of the Earth, but no one seemed to care. Zim shrugged, but ordered the computer to disguise the pod, just in case.
"GIR!" Zim yelled. GIR jumped out from behind a lawn gnome in duty mode. "Yes, Sir!" he cried. Zim squinted at his annoying robot. "GIR, retrieve the Irkan from this pod and bring her inside. Her pod should revive her shortly.
GIR's eyes went blue, and he dove in. Immediately, GIR rocketed from the ruins and zoomed inside haphazardly. Zim followed.
As he entered, Zim noticed the Irkan's uniform. "A worker!" he exclaimed. "The tallest must have finally decided to send me someone to assist me on my mission. Even though I could easily handle the humans on my own, this worker should help me conquer the Earth FASTER!" Having finished his typical monologue, Zim laughed victoriously! Oh, how he laughed!
The wounded Irkan came to, opening her ugly grayish eyes. "What happened?" she moaned as she untangled her antennae.
"The Tallest have sent you here to assist me on my top secret and very important mission," Zim said proudly, striking an important pose.
"Who are you?" asked the new Irkan, pointing at Zim. He scowled. "Surely you recognize Zim?! I am the most important Invader to Operation Impending Doom 2!"( He sure is egotistical, huh?)
The blue eyed worker squinted at him. The slight concussion had made her forget about the horrors of Zim. "You look SORT OF familiar," she concluded. Zim raised an "eyebrow" and sighed. "What is YOUR name, slave?"
A/N: Hey, guess what? I don't know what I should call the slave thing. Any ideas? Leave them in a comment. I'll choose my favorite and give credit to the author. And, as an added bonus, I will read and review ALL the stories done by the person with the best name idea. Well, at least ONE story. How's that sound? Good. Review, please!
Disclaimer: I definetly don't own Invader Zim, but I do own a copy of the DVD! The almighty Jhonen Vasquez is the powerful creater of this masterful show, as well as JtHM, I Feel Sick, and Squee. May we all buy his books.
ON THE MASSIVE, TWO MONTHS AFTER THE GREAT ASSIGNING
The Tallest were lounging and eating snacks in the control room (go figure).
"It was really smart of you to send Zim on a fake mission," Purple told Red, while he chewed on a doughnut. Red, seeing as he already had a lack of lines on the actual show, simply nodded.
But we don't care about them. The Tallest aren't even too important to this fic yet. On with the REAL story.
MEANWHILE, DEEP WITHIN THE BOWELS OF THE MASSIVE
An Irkan worker (you know, the one's with the collars?) was checking the safety systems. "Hmmm...everything seems to be fully functional," she mused as her dull blue eyes scanned over the escape pods.
Better check inside, she thought, just to be safe. The small alien climbed into the closest pod and tested the steering. "Uh, oh," she sighed, "the steering is defective."
She noted on her Irkan clipboard to fix this pod's steering. As she turned to leave, her tiny gloved hand fell atop the "launch" button, and the pod's door clasped shut. A computer's voice announced, "Launch command initiated."
Her eyes grew wide. "Oh, crap," she whimpered.
SEVEN MONTHS LATER
(A/N: The Massive isn't at Conventia anymore, so I'm assuming that it's farther away, making the trip to Earth at least one month longer.)
An Irkan escape pod fired past a red planet as the concealed alien screamed. She curled up into a ball and cried. She had been living in terror for the past 7 months, and now she could see that her defective, unsteerable craft was headed directly towards a small blue and green planet.
"Damn! I'm going to die," sighed the exasperated worker, thoroughly annoyed.
ON A STINKY PLANET CALLED "EARTH" (EARTH IS STINKY):
Deep beneath a scary, bright green house, Invader Zim conducted his latest experiment. He was testing how much weight a clam could hold. Surprisingly, it was very little.
His clam-concentration was broken by a desperate-sounding computer voice which informed him, "a Irkan spaceship has landed nearby!"
Startled, Zim dropped his hacksaw (A/N: I don't know why he has one just ignore it) and donned his ingenious disguise.
A spaceship? Is this yet another crazy fan character?, Zim thought. Little did he know, it was.
(What you're thinking right now: What?! A fan character?! most likely a Mary Sue. I'm going to click the "back" button.
A/N: WAIT! I swear she isn't a Mary Sue! I would never do that! Besides, would Zim really fall in love with a lowly Irkan slave? I don't think so.)
Zim attempted to open his door, only to find that when the computer said "nearby," it meant on the doorstep, (convenient, huh?) and when it said, "landed," it meant crashed. Also, GIR had recently put bubble gum and caramel on the hinges of the door. He's crazy like that.
When Zim finally managed to squeeze out the door, he circled the wreck. After he decide this was, in fact, an Irkan escape pod, (oh, wow!) he opened the door.
His disguised eyes expanded in wonder at the sight before him. The small worker was curled up, her eyes tightly closed, and her curved antennae tangled together in an unattractive manner.
Zim looked around to see if the ship was too noticeable. It had left a trail of destruction upon impact with the filthy surface of the Earth, but no one seemed to care. Zim shrugged, but ordered the computer to disguise the pod, just in case.
"GIR!" Zim yelled. GIR jumped out from behind a lawn gnome in duty mode. "Yes, Sir!" he cried. Zim squinted at his annoying robot. "GIR, retrieve the Irkan from this pod and bring her inside. Her pod should revive her shortly.
GIR's eyes went blue, and he dove in. Immediately, GIR rocketed from the ruins and zoomed inside haphazardly. Zim followed.
As he entered, Zim noticed the Irkan's uniform. "A worker!" he exclaimed. "The tallest must have finally decided to send me someone to assist me on my mission. Even though I could easily handle the humans on my own, this worker should help me conquer the Earth FASTER!" Having finished his typical monologue, Zim laughed victoriously! Oh, how he laughed!
The wounded Irkan came to, opening her ugly grayish eyes. "What happened?" she moaned as she untangled her antennae.
"The Tallest have sent you here to assist me on my top secret and very important mission," Zim said proudly, striking an important pose.
"Who are you?" asked the new Irkan, pointing at Zim. He scowled. "Surely you recognize Zim?! I am the most important Invader to Operation Impending Doom 2!"( He sure is egotistical, huh?)
The blue eyed worker squinted at him. The slight concussion had made her forget about the horrors of Zim. "You look SORT OF familiar," she concluded. Zim raised an "eyebrow" and sighed. "What is YOUR name, slave?"
A/N: Hey, guess what? I don't know what I should call the slave thing. Any ideas? Leave them in a comment. I'll choose my favorite and give credit to the author. And, as an added bonus, I will read and review ALL the stories done by the person with the best name idea. Well, at least ONE story. How's that sound? Good. Review, please!