Copyright notice: I don't own Invader Zim or any of its characters, including Dib. But I do own Chrome and Taupe.
I woke up yawning to a bright day, the sun streaming through my windows. Then I looked at my clock and saw that it was three in the morning. Everything flashed bright white, and then went black.
I opened my eyes; unsure of the time I had been out. Trying to move my hand forwards, I realized that I was suspended in some kind of fluid, apparently without my glasses. I was unable to move, so I couldn't tell if I had any clothing on. A shape moved outside the tube. It was tall, and looked green-skinned. I was momentarily afraid that it was an Irken, but I could tell it wasn't by its light brown eyes and lack of antennae. The creature touched a pad with a spindly finger, and the fluid drained out of the tank, plopping me heavily onto the floor of the cylinder. The vat retracted into the cold, damp metal floor.
With the glass gone, I could see the beast in all its horror. It had a smooth, dome-topped head, with sunken cheeks. Its eyes were sinister, foreboding, and brown, the same color as the rest of its body.. I saw that the fingers I thought it had were actually long claws, on dinosaur-like arms. A long robe that trailed the floor obscured its legs. It leered at me and turned to shout.
"CHROME! It looks like it can walk. Do you want to do any more tests on it?"
Another alien, similar, with shiny silver eyes, seemed to float over the ground to stand next to the other alien. It lunged at me and poked me in the stomach with a claw, knocking me over. "Hah hah, Taupe, you think this thing can walk, much less stand? Pick it up and give it a shove. If it can't, we'll shoot it into space, and hope it doesn't land on Irk." My eyes widened. These were aliens, and they had something to do with Zim's planet!
The brown-eyed alien, identified as Taupe, bent down and held out its arm. "Grab on," it snarled. I shook my head, and it grabbed me by the hair and yanked me upright. I screamed in pain – being pulled by the hair wasn't supposed to hurt this much! My hands shot up to the top of my head, and felt, among the greasy mess of my hair, a pair of somethings smooth, slick, and warm. They twitched. My eyes darted down, and protruding from beneath my trench coat were two hideous, green, two-toed feet. I glanced at my hands, and observed that they were also green, and three-fingered.
A horrible scream emanated from my transformed innards, rocking the aliens' saucer. Of course, it stopped when it reached the icy vacuum of space. Whatever these monstrous, horrifying, barbarous, vulgar archfiends had done to me had merged me with the disgusting Irken race. Words cannot properly express my mortification at being mingled with the foul aberration-relatives of my mortal enemy.
I bolted, my feet chilling on the freezing floor. The aliens bellowed angrily, and gave chase. We threaded around the banks of suspended-animation pods, knocking several over and spilling the creations onto the floor. The ship rocked with explosions – with the aliens pursuing me, they were unable to steer away from the shots of the planet below us. I dove into a recess in the wall, padded comfortably. The aliens sped past me, looking around. My comfortable cubby began to shake, but I assumed it was just more weapons fire.
Suddenly, a plate of metal slid down between the niche and the rest of the craft. The space lurched, and I heard a hiss as it departed. Too late, I realized that the alcove was not a convenient hiding place, but an escape pod. The pod careened through space, pulled by gravity to the planet.