1Ch. 2: Island of DOOM
Disclaimer: sorry for not putting this in the first chapter. I do not own Invader Zim, Survivor, or anything else mentioned in this story. I don't even own my friends's souls... sigh...
Dib had awoken to the sound of waves against the shore. He rubbed his eyes as he got up to observe his new surroundings. Walking on the white sands of the shore, Dib gazed at the palm trees and other foliage native to the island. "What happened?" he wondered aloud. "That idiot's robot was piloting the plane... he decided to find out what every button did, and hit the 'empty fuel' button." Dib spun round. Perched atop a rock about eight feet tall was a girl. She wore glasses and had honey-brown hair that tumbled down to the middle of her back. The T-shirt she was wearing was torn as a result from the crash. Her blue-green eyes pierced into Dib's hazel eyes as she explained the situation: "Other than being shaken up, it seems that everyone else is okay. You, however, got separated from us the moment we hit the water. As the others were setting up camp, I went in search for food and found you. I'm sure your sister will be glad to hear that you are all right" Dib scoffed. "Glad! That I'm alive! As if!" Saddened by Dib's reply, the girl asks "You two don't really get along, do you?"
"No. Not really." The girl jumps down from the rock. She was skinny, not the unhealthily skinny or the super model skinny either. She was just that- skinny. "Hi. My name is Brandy." Brandy holds out her hand for Dib to shake. He takes it. "Dib. My name is Dib"
"CURSE YOU! YOU STINKIN' HUMAN!"on the other side of the island, Zim was getting in an argument with Heather. "I didn't even do anything to you, you weirdo!"
"Yes you did! You vile, filthy monkey!"
"Well now I'm going to do something to you for calling me a monkey!" Heather kicks Zim. Do we even know exactly what started this argument? No? Well then, on with the show... "OUCH! My squeddily spooch!" Zim cries. Allison was tired of the bickering. "Please stop it you two! We could use some help building the shelter!" The "We" that Allison had referred to was her herself, and she. Gaz was in her zone, while Jennifer was unconscious under a palm tree(A/N: don't ask, this is my story and I'll write it the way I want to). Zim turned to Allison. "Shut your noise tube, you..." thinking of something to say, "blonde!" This only made Allison's greenish/brownish eyes tear up. She turned away from Zim to sit on the sand. "It's not my fault I'm blonde" she sobbed, making Zim feel guilty. "Now look what you did, you jerk! You made Allison cry!" Heather proceeded to pummel the daylights out of Zim until- "I'm back! And I found Dib!" -Brandy's voice stopped her. "Damn it. He's alive ." Gaz cursed under her breath(A/N: aww- how sad). Gir on the other hand... "Yipee! Big head's alive!" ...jumps for joy and hugs Dib. Or at least attempts to. "Get away from me!" he shouts. But Brandy just smiles at the defective robot. "Don't be so sad, Gir. You can hug me" She opens up her arms in a motherly fashion. "Yay!" shouts Gir as he latches on to Brandy like a three-year-old. Dib walks over to Zim, whose wig and contacts had been ripped off by the impact of the crash. "You do realize you're not wearing your disguise, do you?"
"Eh? I thought they were giving me strange looks..."
"You're not freaking out by this!"
"No, I guess not. I have no idea why." Brandy cuts into the conversation, "that's because even if we get off this island, no one will believe us if we tell them that you're an alien" Zim gives Brandy a confused look. "Who are you? And why do you have Gir? OH NO! SHE'S CAPTURED GIR! UNHAND HIM AT ONCE YOU-"
"Shut up, Zim! No one wants to hear your stupid insults!" Gaz had gotten out of her zone long enough to hear what was going on. As Zim's moment was ruined, Brandy informed him "My advice to you would be to stop making everyone's life here more miserable and make yourself useful." She set Gir down onto the soft tropical sand. "And you can start by helping me find food. I spotted some fruit trees not far from here. They should be fairly easy to obtain." before Brandy and Zim left on their quest, she approached Dib. "Will you help Allison build the shelter? She could use an extra set of hands" Brandy pointed to the blonde-haired girl, attempting to build a lean-to. "I'll do whatever I can" he responded. "Thanks" said Brandy. Zim and Brandy trudged into the jungle, unaware of the doom that awaited them.