(A/N: To HG: I don't want to give too much away, but you are right, in a way. To everyone: As you guys will probably notice, this story is getting more serious. Anyway, I don't really know what else to say, except try to enjoy this mini-crossover and have fun.S7)
VI:
Ideas
The swirling vortex engulfed the two people, who were, ironically, one and the same. They felt the scorching heat of the transfer, the explosions, and then a strange feeling of muse.
They fell on to the cold, foreboding city streets of a nameless, familiar city. It looked…different.
"Where are we?" The elder Blossom said quietly.
"91125. This is somewhere in Secret7's works."
The older Blossom remembered having so much hope. Being so imaginative. But she needed to cling to the here and now. "This is an illusion," she said calmly. "Projected by the Dark Three somehow. I know it…" But she wasn't so sure. She felt chaos surrounding her in this reality, like things were constantly changing. This is real, she realized.
"I know this place," the younger Blossom said. "At least, I think I do. I remember this show. With this alien. The Professor has some old tapes of it. I think it was called 'Invader-"
"ZIM!" a voice shouted from a nearby house. Whoever had shouted that was extremely angry.
"Let's check it out," the elder one said, and they took off…
-
Buttercup felt the chains tighten. She had just regained her consciousness, and was struggling to escape. She tried harder, but to no avail.
A door appeared in the seemingly empty cell. A figure walked out of it, staring at Buttercup.
"You don't remember me, do you?" he asked. It was a young voice, that much Buttercup could tell.
"No…" she began. An idea came to her. "But maybe you could remind me."
"No!" he shouted, and Buttercup wrenched at the sound of the voice. It was scorned and painful... "I was the king of the stories! I was the hero!" he screamed. "But look at me now. He's abandoned me," he said, looking downward.
"Who are you?"
The figure walked out of the shadows, and Buttercup stared into his eyes. They were blue, he had glasses and brown hair. He was a male Puff-type being with a blue shirt and a bloodstained pencil.
"I'll show him," the boy said. "You…you need to be…reprogrammed…"
The boy lifted the pencil, and began to write.
I thought I knew who he was. But I had to make sure…
-
The older Blossom knocked on the door, and the door swung open. There was a tall man in a lab coat with black hair.
"Professor?" she whispered.
"Well…yes. Professor Membrane. Why are you here? Are you one of Dib's friends?"
Blossom noticed how different he looked from the Professor, and spoke: "Uh…yeah. I'm his girlfriend."
"This wasn't supposed to happen…" a voice muttered. It didn't sound like any voice the Blossoms had heard before.
"OK, go ahead and see him. Man, your heads are almost as ENORMOUS as his is!"
The pair walked up the stairs to avoid drawing attention. The younger Blossom opened the door to the left to see a young girl with purple hair playing what looked like a Game Boy.
"Hi! My name's Blos-"
"GO AWAY."
"…"
"CAN YOU NOT SEE THAT I'M PLAYING MY GLAMESLAVE II? IF YOU UTTER ANOTHER SINGLE SYLLABLE I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND SEVER YOUR SOUL. Now go away," the girl said.
Blossom grinned sheepishly, shutting the door.
"That's not Dib's room…"
"Must be his sister's. She sure is…well…I think 'scary' is the word here. That room right there…it has a bunch of paranormal stuff on it. If this Dib is in this 'Zim' show, then it'll be safe to say that he's obsessed with finding out who 'Zim' is."
The younger Blossom floated into the room. A mistake.
A boy in a leather jacket, about 12 years old with a strange haircut and a normal-looking head stared at her. "You…you're an alien!"
He immediately whipped out a camera and began to take photos. "You're floating! You must be a—Wait a sec. You're not supposed to be in this story," he said. The second part of his message sounded different. "Sorry to be out of character here, but you're not supposed to be here."
"Out of character?" both Blossoms asked.
"Well, yeah. This isn't really a story."
"What?"
"Yet, at least. These are all ideas. You all were one of them at one time. I may be an official Invader Zim character, but I'm still an idea right now."
"So…Secret7 wants to write an IZ fic?" the older Blossom inquired, who had written several fanfics herself.
"Yes, and he—Oh crap. It's changing."
Everything started to flash, the entire room changing. The walls began to melt away.
"This is…Secret7's brain. We're in his mind!" the younger one shouted over the sounds of talking penguins and Infinite Improbability Engines.
The scenery changed to that of an island. The two Blossoms stared at the marvel of engineering on it. There was a large tower, shaped like the letter "T".
The tower was all too quiet. The two Blossoms hovered closely to investigate. As they reached the island, a figure walked up to them in a bluish-black cloak. She smiled at them, and then talked.
"You aren't supposed to be here. This is all wrong."
"I know," the young Blossom said. "But how do we get…him?"
The girl, who's name was Raven, stared down at Blossom coldly. "If you want to find the dark one, you've come to the right place. I can influence thought, as all ideas can. He's hiding in this plane, somewhere. Secret7…I know you're watching. Come out where I can see you."
I suddenly appeared in my own thoughts. "Well…that was unexpected," I admitted. "Hi Raven. Um…why am I here and not at school?"
"You're writing this thing, you tell me," Raven fired back.
I grinned sheepishly. "Well…I came to help. To end this once and for all. I might know who the other is. There's only one way to find him. Set your dimensional transmitter to dimension 91125.7. That should get you to where you need to be."
"I think I'll sit this one out," Raven muttered. "I'll be back in the tower. Hope the apocalypse doesn't come, and nice meeting you."
"Secret7…" the older Blossom said quietly. "So you…wrote me?"
"Yes," I said, my voice calm. "I did."
"Then you could of destroyed Blaze, couldn't you?" she said accusingly. "Back when I was only 5, I died! And you could of stopped it!" she shouted, running toward me at full speed. I blocked the kick as well as the two punches she tried.
"This is not a good time for that," I whispered calmly. "If you want to save your world, go there. And hurry. There isn't much time."
The elder one stared helplessly at Secret7. "What if I chose not to help you?"
"Then all of your friends will probably end up dead."
She shook her head. "Aren't you writing this right now?"
"Yes. I'm writing this to finish a story that should've ended a long time ago."
She said nothing, and the younger one started to set the coordinates.
"Good luck," I said.
They vanished.
End of Chapter VI
