Acknowledgements: Great appreciation for those of you who review. You
make me so happy !^-^!
Maran Zelde, I am glad you were pleased with the last chapter. I
apologize for the short chapters. I am not the fastest writer in the
world, though it is better than my speech. English can be difficult.
(Yeah, enough with the excuses.) Invader Ari, I suppose I was trained with
formalities. Such things are hard to break. I am glad you are enjoying
this and hope to keep the plot twists coming. DoomDib777, I hope you had
a most splendid time at Knott's Berry Farm. I must admit I am a tad
jealous. I haven't been to a theme park in (3) years, despite the fact
that we live close to one. I am glad you like the story. I am trying to
keep the main characters those from the show.
A/N: Originally this chapter was going to be designated as Discordance, but I changed it at the last minute. Dad just seemed more appropriate. As you may or may not have realized, I have posted another story. Please note: This does NOT mean that I am going to abandon this one. The other is an obtrusive tale demanding attention.or not.
A/N #2: (FYI) I was planning to add the entire conversation into this chapter but due to communication difficulties, I couldn't discern the appropriate course for the conversation. (At times, English is not exactly my favourite language, despite the fact I use it the most.) To keep you from having to wait to long, I am posting what I have finalized and will (hopefully) be able to post the second part of this 'chapter' soon. Please read and enjoy. As usual, reviews appreciated, criticism encouraged and flames dowsed with used kitty litter.
Disclaimer: Once again I am here to inform you I still do not own Invader Zim and have a better chance at wining lotto than ever owning it. -_-
Dib Yuifa Novekt, nazre trem
Time Unknown.
The first thing Dib noticed when he woke was that he was sitting on a chair facing a large oval conference table made of some type of black wood. Twelve black metal chairs circled the oval table. The second thing he noticed was how sore his neck was. With a moan, Dib tried to bring his hand up to massage his neck. He was slightly surprised when he found he couldn't budge. After some initial testing, he found himself securely bound to his chair. He groaned again, this time in aggravation, and looked around the room. The room was, for the most part, dark. Purple walls, the colour of Gaz's hair, ran the upper portion of the room, split by a wainscoting of the same black wood as the table. A black wooden door marred one of the walls, and a large recessed monitor marred another. The pinkish white ceiling harbored recessed lights which shown down on the table like mini-spotlights. The floor was a medium-gray, somewhat plush carpet. Zim sat bound to the chair next to him, his head lolling to one side. A small trail of drool trickled down his chin and onto his soiled uniform.
"Zim." Confused, Dib said in a harsh whisper, afraid that someone might hear him and come.
He was rewarded with an open mouthed snort.
"Zim wake up!" Dib whispered louder. "What's going on? Where are we?"
Zim half-opened one blind eye and groaned, "Go away GIR! I'm tired. I'll take you to Crazy Taco later. Just leave me alone."
Dib blinked. Did he just see white behind those closed green lids? Zim's eyes were red. Something wasn't right. He turned in his chair the best he could. He didn't want anyone to come in until he could make sense of the situation. After all, the last coherent thought prior to waking up here was dining with his Dad and Gaz at Bloaties. But first, he needed Zim to wake up.
He spoke as loud as he dared. "Zim wake up!"
That did the trick. Zim bolted straight in his chair, white eyes wide with fear. "Please don't eat me!" he screamed before cringing in pain, tugging uselessly at his bonds.
"I promise I won't eat you Zim." Dib whispered, relieved that Zim finally was awake and severely hoping no one heard him. Now maybe he would get some answers.
"Dib?" The alien turned towards him, his loud voice a mixture of fear and hope. "Is that you?"
White eyes staring blankly in Dib's direction. Something was definitely wrong with Zim. And Dib wanted to know what.
"Sshhh!" Dib hushed, "We have to be quiet. I don't want anyone to come in here until I find out where we are and what's going on."
Zim nodded, quiet for a second, then his brow furrowed in anger.
"Dib-beast," He spat, keeping his voice low despite his anger. "When did you bond your 'aura' to Zim? What is an 'aura'? How did I not know of this 'bonding'?"
Dib pulled back in confusion. That was totally unexpected.
"What do you mean, my 'aura' is bonded to you?" Dib asked defensively. In his confusion, he forgot to whisper.
"He means what he says." A familiar voice said loudly, interrupting them.
"Dad?" Dib furrowed his brows for a moment in uncertainty.
Dib could feel Zim tense beside him. He expected one of Zim's famous rants, but Zim remained abnormally silent.
The Professor continued with his usual enthusiastic manner. "Your aura has bonded with his. It is fascinating, really. If you studied real science, you would understand."
Dib looked up at his father in surprise, but his response was purely automatic, honed by years of arguing on the matter. "Paranormal science is real science, Dad. Auras could be considered "Paranormal"."
"No son, auras are real. Hence, they are real science." The Professor stated factually, looking down at Dib with an unreadable expression.
Dib conceded with a sigh, knowing it was an argument he would never win. The argument was a familiar one, and had momentary caused him to forget his current situation. Reality slammed back when he tried to raise his hand to soothe his throbbing neck. He glanced at his dad again, tugging at his restraints as panic and confusion slowly grew, then at Gaz, who stood next to their dad. Gaz glared at Dib with her usual unreadable scowl. He could see several other shadowy figures standing behind them in the doorway.
Dib looked back at his dad in confusion, looking for some sort of explanation.
"Uhm, Dad?' He ventured after a second, tugging at his restraints with emphasis, "What's going on? Why am I tied up?"
Dib glanced at Zim, then turned his attention back towards his dad. "And what's wrong with Zim?"
"Well son," Professor Membrane waved a hand at Zim. "We temporarily disabled Zim's optical implants. Since Irkens record everything they see, hear, and say, we thought it would be best if we provided less information for any potential enemies. We are not exactly well accepted in the known universe."
"Son " The Professor leaned on the table towards Dib to emphasis the importance of what he was saying, "We didn't want to tell you until we thought you were ready to hear this, but unfortunate circumstances are forcing us to act prematurely."
As the Professor spoke, various scientists strolled in and filled the seats around the table. Dib glanced from his father to each of the scientists. The protective lenses hid their eyes, but the scowls on the faces which shown were enough to make him feel even more uncomfortable.
"First, I suppose I should tell you why you and Zim are here." The professor continued.
That caught Dib's full attention.
A/N: Originally this chapter was going to be designated as Discordance, but I changed it at the last minute. Dad just seemed more appropriate. As you may or may not have realized, I have posted another story. Please note: This does NOT mean that I am going to abandon this one. The other is an obtrusive tale demanding attention.or not.
A/N #2: (FYI) I was planning to add the entire conversation into this chapter but due to communication difficulties, I couldn't discern the appropriate course for the conversation. (At times, English is not exactly my favourite language, despite the fact I use it the most.) To keep you from having to wait to long, I am posting what I have finalized and will (hopefully) be able to post the second part of this 'chapter' soon. Please read and enjoy. As usual, reviews appreciated, criticism encouraged and flames dowsed with used kitty litter.
Disclaimer: Once again I am here to inform you I still do not own Invader Zim and have a better chance at wining lotto than ever owning it. -_-
Dib Yuifa Novekt, nazre trem
Time Unknown.
The first thing Dib noticed when he woke was that he was sitting on a chair facing a large oval conference table made of some type of black wood. Twelve black metal chairs circled the oval table. The second thing he noticed was how sore his neck was. With a moan, Dib tried to bring his hand up to massage his neck. He was slightly surprised when he found he couldn't budge. After some initial testing, he found himself securely bound to his chair. He groaned again, this time in aggravation, and looked around the room. The room was, for the most part, dark. Purple walls, the colour of Gaz's hair, ran the upper portion of the room, split by a wainscoting of the same black wood as the table. A black wooden door marred one of the walls, and a large recessed monitor marred another. The pinkish white ceiling harbored recessed lights which shown down on the table like mini-spotlights. The floor was a medium-gray, somewhat plush carpet. Zim sat bound to the chair next to him, his head lolling to one side. A small trail of drool trickled down his chin and onto his soiled uniform.
"Zim." Confused, Dib said in a harsh whisper, afraid that someone might hear him and come.
He was rewarded with an open mouthed snort.
"Zim wake up!" Dib whispered louder. "What's going on? Where are we?"
Zim half-opened one blind eye and groaned, "Go away GIR! I'm tired. I'll take you to Crazy Taco later. Just leave me alone."
Dib blinked. Did he just see white behind those closed green lids? Zim's eyes were red. Something wasn't right. He turned in his chair the best he could. He didn't want anyone to come in until he could make sense of the situation. After all, the last coherent thought prior to waking up here was dining with his Dad and Gaz at Bloaties. But first, he needed Zim to wake up.
He spoke as loud as he dared. "Zim wake up!"
That did the trick. Zim bolted straight in his chair, white eyes wide with fear. "Please don't eat me!" he screamed before cringing in pain, tugging uselessly at his bonds.
"I promise I won't eat you Zim." Dib whispered, relieved that Zim finally was awake and severely hoping no one heard him. Now maybe he would get some answers.
"Dib?" The alien turned towards him, his loud voice a mixture of fear and hope. "Is that you?"
White eyes staring blankly in Dib's direction. Something was definitely wrong with Zim. And Dib wanted to know what.
"Sshhh!" Dib hushed, "We have to be quiet. I don't want anyone to come in here until I find out where we are and what's going on."
Zim nodded, quiet for a second, then his brow furrowed in anger.
"Dib-beast," He spat, keeping his voice low despite his anger. "When did you bond your 'aura' to Zim? What is an 'aura'? How did I not know of this 'bonding'?"
Dib pulled back in confusion. That was totally unexpected.
"What do you mean, my 'aura' is bonded to you?" Dib asked defensively. In his confusion, he forgot to whisper.
"He means what he says." A familiar voice said loudly, interrupting them.
"Dad?" Dib furrowed his brows for a moment in uncertainty.
Dib could feel Zim tense beside him. He expected one of Zim's famous rants, but Zim remained abnormally silent.
The Professor continued with his usual enthusiastic manner. "Your aura has bonded with his. It is fascinating, really. If you studied real science, you would understand."
Dib looked up at his father in surprise, but his response was purely automatic, honed by years of arguing on the matter. "Paranormal science is real science, Dad. Auras could be considered "Paranormal"."
"No son, auras are real. Hence, they are real science." The Professor stated factually, looking down at Dib with an unreadable expression.
Dib conceded with a sigh, knowing it was an argument he would never win. The argument was a familiar one, and had momentary caused him to forget his current situation. Reality slammed back when he tried to raise his hand to soothe his throbbing neck. He glanced at his dad again, tugging at his restraints as panic and confusion slowly grew, then at Gaz, who stood next to their dad. Gaz glared at Dib with her usual unreadable scowl. He could see several other shadowy figures standing behind them in the doorway.
Dib looked back at his dad in confusion, looking for some sort of explanation.
"Uhm, Dad?' He ventured after a second, tugging at his restraints with emphasis, "What's going on? Why am I tied up?"
Dib glanced at Zim, then turned his attention back towards his dad. "And what's wrong with Zim?"
"Well son," Professor Membrane waved a hand at Zim. "We temporarily disabled Zim's optical implants. Since Irkens record everything they see, hear, and say, we thought it would be best if we provided less information for any potential enemies. We are not exactly well accepted in the known universe."
"Son " The Professor leaned on the table towards Dib to emphasis the importance of what he was saying, "We didn't want to tell you until we thought you were ready to hear this, but unfortunate circumstances are forcing us to act prematurely."
As the Professor spoke, various scientists strolled in and filled the seats around the table. Dib glanced from his father to each of the scientists. The protective lenses hid their eyes, but the scowls on the faces which shown were enough to make him feel even more uncomfortable.
"First, I suppose I should tell you why you and Zim are here." The professor continued.
That caught Dib's full attention.