Acknowledgements: Thank you readers and reviewers alike. My apologies to
DibMagician. DoomDib777, ckret2, and Maran Zelde. No worries though, your
questions will be answered, every last one. Eventually. ^_-
A/N: Oh Geez! It appears that I have unintentionally lied to you! -_- (Yep, I'm embarrassed!) The transmission scene seems to be taking longer than anticipated, hence the chapter's name, and I really wanted to post something this week since I was unable to last week. I had even less computer time than usual. It doesn't help that I tend to get a tad lethargic when the temperature rises. Summer is definitely not my favourite time of year. I'll take fall any day.
Looking on the bright side, it gives you more time to ask questions on behalf of Dib and Zim. The questions will be answered in chapter 23, even if I have to make chapter 22 a long chapter. Undoubtedly, chapter 23 will be a doozy. (-did I spell that right?)
The next installment will be from Zim's POV since Dib seems to have dominated the story lately.
Disclaimer: OK. I own no rights to IZ and am not doing this story for profit, other than the selfish satisfaction of writing, using characters from my favourite cartoon, which was canceled far to soon. Spoody Nick!
Dib Yuifa Novekt, nazre trem
Time Unknown.
"Run the transmission." Professor Membrane commanded.
The wall monitor shot to life, displaying an emblem vaguely resembled a wide opened eye.
If Dib's mouth hadn't been taped shut, he would have gasped in recognition.
'The Swollen Eyeballs.' He thought wildly. Why would they be sending a transmission? Did they know about all of this?
Almost immediately the eyeball expanded and shattered into a million pieces. It was replaced with an image Dib recognized as Agent Darkbootie', the janitor from NASAPLACE. The same one who helped him defend earth from Zim.
'Hey!' Dib eyes narrowed at a sudden thought. 'If Zim is suppose to help me defend the earth, then why is he always trying to destroy or concur it?'
His thoughts were cut short as Agent Darkbootie started to speak.
"Hello Aliens," Darkbootie greeted, "or should I say, Neplotn!"
Dib's suspicions were confirmed. The Swollen Eyeball Network did know, but why didn't they tell him? Wasn't he a trusted member of the secret society? Didn't he provide valuable evidence concerning the existence of aliens? (Granted most of them were rejected because they didn't provide 'undeniable proof', but still.)
Again his thoughts were interrupted as Agent Darkbootie continued. "Yes, I know what you are, thanks to the help of a certain someone."
The camera pulled back to reveal a rather scary looking dog, fitted with a muzzle, sitting on a chair. He had on a choke chain collar with a leather leash attached to it. The leash was tied to the chair.
Dib's eyes widened in recognition, 'Hey, I know that dog.'
"I have a proposition to offer." Darkbootie spoke again as the camera turned back towards him, "I have not told the Swollen Eyeball about you yet."
Dib blinked in confusion. So the Swollen Eyeballs don't know about the Neplotn? Why hadn't Agent Darkbootie, trusted member of the secret society told them yet? Nothing was making any sense today. Nothing at all.
"But if anything happens to me, " Darkbootie continued, leaning towards the camera and narrowing his eyes. "Rest assured, they will know, and they will gladly come and do autopsies on all of you."
'What is that?' Dib wondered as he noticed something above Agent Darkbootie's ear. It was small. Couldn't have been more than a millimetre wide. Dib would have thought it was a mole or something except there was a tiny light poking out from it, glowing an eerie orange. What did it mean? Was he a robot or something? Maybe he was an alien? From what Dib knew of him, he certainly seemed human enough. Maybe aliens were controlling him?
Agent Darkbootie pulled back from the screen and smiled. "As you can see, I have figured out what Dib is. You really should designate your planet defenders in a more imaginative fashion, anyone who knows anything about you would be able to find your Dooming Innovation Blocker far to easy. Very clever disguising him as a harmless preteen, however, for you had fooled even me for a while. If he hadn't come to NASAPLACE, looking to defend the earth from Zim, I never would have made the connection. No human that young would be able to handle flying an ancient Earth spaceship, let alone an alien one like the Butt of Mercury. I should have seen it sooner."
As Darkbootie paused to check his wristwatch, Dib took a moment to soak this in.
Dooming Innovation Blocker, D.I.B., Dib. He shuddered despite himself, as his threads of humanity slowly slipped into oblivion.
Dib's attention was distracted as Darkbootie cleared his throat.
After a muted cough, Darkbootie started to speak again.
"Speaking of Zim," He started, his face solemn "It is this Zealous Implementation Mechanism in which I interested. Surely, your life is more valuable than a simple tool. You have your defender. Zim is a redundancy. He is of no use to you. If you give him to me, it will save you the embarrassment of defeat and the painful, if short, existence captivity will offer you. I assure you, he will be utilized in a most agreeable fashion."
Dib glanced at Gaz as she when she let out a 'humph' of disagreement.
Movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention and he turned towards Zim, who was still swinging his head back and forth. His antennae were damp with sweat and plastered flat against his head. His blind eyes were squeezed so tight tears were leaking from them. Every so often one of his wet antennae would lift slightly and shudder as if electricity was shooting through it, then fall pressed against his head again.
Concerned, Dib wanted to reach out to his newfound friend. To comfort him, and find out what was wrong with him. Zim's uncharacteristic mannerisms were scaring him worse than anything that had happened to him so far. What was happening to him?
It seemed he was not the only one to notice Zim's distress.
"Freeze the transmission!"
Dib jumped at the sound of his father's voice.
The Professor stood up and leaned over the table towards Zim. With a sift movement he pulled the tape from Zim's mouth.
Zim gasped and opened his unseeing eyes wide, but whether it was from the shock of the sudden pain or fear, Dib couldn't tell. He guessed it was a mixture of both.
Pulling away from Zim, the Professor turned towards one of the scientists closest to the door.
"I want you to retrieve GIR from Zim's base." His dad paused for a moment, turning his gaze to regard Zim once more. Zim sat gasping for breath. His head no longer swaying from side to side, but his antennae were still pressed flat against his skull. "I think our Irken friend needs a little home comfort."
A/N: Oh Geez! It appears that I have unintentionally lied to you! -_- (Yep, I'm embarrassed!) The transmission scene seems to be taking longer than anticipated, hence the chapter's name, and I really wanted to post something this week since I was unable to last week. I had even less computer time than usual. It doesn't help that I tend to get a tad lethargic when the temperature rises. Summer is definitely not my favourite time of year. I'll take fall any day.
Looking on the bright side, it gives you more time to ask questions on behalf of Dib and Zim. The questions will be answered in chapter 23, even if I have to make chapter 22 a long chapter. Undoubtedly, chapter 23 will be a doozy. (-did I spell that right?)
The next installment will be from Zim's POV since Dib seems to have dominated the story lately.
Disclaimer: OK. I own no rights to IZ and am not doing this story for profit, other than the selfish satisfaction of writing, using characters from my favourite cartoon, which was canceled far to soon. Spoody Nick!
Dib Yuifa Novekt, nazre trem
Time Unknown.
"Run the transmission." Professor Membrane commanded.
The wall monitor shot to life, displaying an emblem vaguely resembled a wide opened eye.
If Dib's mouth hadn't been taped shut, he would have gasped in recognition.
'The Swollen Eyeballs.' He thought wildly. Why would they be sending a transmission? Did they know about all of this?
Almost immediately the eyeball expanded and shattered into a million pieces. It was replaced with an image Dib recognized as Agent Darkbootie', the janitor from NASAPLACE. The same one who helped him defend earth from Zim.
'Hey!' Dib eyes narrowed at a sudden thought. 'If Zim is suppose to help me defend the earth, then why is he always trying to destroy or concur it?'
His thoughts were cut short as Agent Darkbootie started to speak.
"Hello Aliens," Darkbootie greeted, "or should I say, Neplotn!"
Dib's suspicions were confirmed. The Swollen Eyeball Network did know, but why didn't they tell him? Wasn't he a trusted member of the secret society? Didn't he provide valuable evidence concerning the existence of aliens? (Granted most of them were rejected because they didn't provide 'undeniable proof', but still.)
Again his thoughts were interrupted as Agent Darkbootie continued. "Yes, I know what you are, thanks to the help of a certain someone."
The camera pulled back to reveal a rather scary looking dog, fitted with a muzzle, sitting on a chair. He had on a choke chain collar with a leather leash attached to it. The leash was tied to the chair.
Dib's eyes widened in recognition, 'Hey, I know that dog.'
"I have a proposition to offer." Darkbootie spoke again as the camera turned back towards him, "I have not told the Swollen Eyeball about you yet."
Dib blinked in confusion. So the Swollen Eyeballs don't know about the Neplotn? Why hadn't Agent Darkbootie, trusted member of the secret society told them yet? Nothing was making any sense today. Nothing at all.
"But if anything happens to me, " Darkbootie continued, leaning towards the camera and narrowing his eyes. "Rest assured, they will know, and they will gladly come and do autopsies on all of you."
'What is that?' Dib wondered as he noticed something above Agent Darkbootie's ear. It was small. Couldn't have been more than a millimetre wide. Dib would have thought it was a mole or something except there was a tiny light poking out from it, glowing an eerie orange. What did it mean? Was he a robot or something? Maybe he was an alien? From what Dib knew of him, he certainly seemed human enough. Maybe aliens were controlling him?
Agent Darkbootie pulled back from the screen and smiled. "As you can see, I have figured out what Dib is. You really should designate your planet defenders in a more imaginative fashion, anyone who knows anything about you would be able to find your Dooming Innovation Blocker far to easy. Very clever disguising him as a harmless preteen, however, for you had fooled even me for a while. If he hadn't come to NASAPLACE, looking to defend the earth from Zim, I never would have made the connection. No human that young would be able to handle flying an ancient Earth spaceship, let alone an alien one like the Butt of Mercury. I should have seen it sooner."
As Darkbootie paused to check his wristwatch, Dib took a moment to soak this in.
Dooming Innovation Blocker, D.I.B., Dib. He shuddered despite himself, as his threads of humanity slowly slipped into oblivion.
Dib's attention was distracted as Darkbootie cleared his throat.
After a muted cough, Darkbootie started to speak again.
"Speaking of Zim," He started, his face solemn "It is this Zealous Implementation Mechanism in which I interested. Surely, your life is more valuable than a simple tool. You have your defender. Zim is a redundancy. He is of no use to you. If you give him to me, it will save you the embarrassment of defeat and the painful, if short, existence captivity will offer you. I assure you, he will be utilized in a most agreeable fashion."
Dib glanced at Gaz as she when she let out a 'humph' of disagreement.
Movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention and he turned towards Zim, who was still swinging his head back and forth. His antennae were damp with sweat and plastered flat against his head. His blind eyes were squeezed so tight tears were leaking from them. Every so often one of his wet antennae would lift slightly and shudder as if electricity was shooting through it, then fall pressed against his head again.
Concerned, Dib wanted to reach out to his newfound friend. To comfort him, and find out what was wrong with him. Zim's uncharacteristic mannerisms were scaring him worse than anything that had happened to him so far. What was happening to him?
It seemed he was not the only one to notice Zim's distress.
"Freeze the transmission!"
Dib jumped at the sound of his father's voice.
The Professor stood up and leaned over the table towards Zim. With a sift movement he pulled the tape from Zim's mouth.
Zim gasped and opened his unseeing eyes wide, but whether it was from the shock of the sudden pain or fear, Dib couldn't tell. He guessed it was a mixture of both.
Pulling away from Zim, the Professor turned towards one of the scientists closest to the door.
"I want you to retrieve GIR from Zim's base." His dad paused for a moment, turning his gaze to regard Zim once more. Zim sat gasping for breath. His head no longer swaying from side to side, but his antennae were still pressed flat against his skull. "I think our Irken friend needs a little home comfort."