Acknowledgements: Once again I wish to thank my readers and reviewers, may
you continue to find this story worth reading. I will continue to give you
the best I can.
Special thanks my reviewers. You'll never know how much you mean to me.
Thank you, J. Random Lurker. I am glad you find this original. That's
what I am striving for. Thank you, DoomDib777. Gir may not of caused as
much havoc as you were hoping for, but what he has to say may prove
important in the future. Or maybe not. I like keeping my options open.
Hehe!
Thank you Maran Zelde, Agent Darkbootie is certainly an enigma. Not even
the Neplotn know what he is for sure. But someone in the story knows
(though they haven't figured it out yet), and I don't mean me.
Thank you Invader Ari, Don't sell yourself short. You are an exceptional
writer yourself.
General Note - Selfish Plug: For those of you reading A.T.N.K., I have not abandoned it. I ask for your patience. The story is writing itself and has taken a turn I was not anticipating. As a result, I feel it is happening to fast and am rewriting chapter 2 and moving the written chapter 2 to chapter 3. I am planning to release chapter 2 soon. How soon depends on available computer time. Thank you for your patience, I will try to make it worth your while.
A/N: Some of the following information concerning Zim's past was acquired by reading THE TRIAL draft located on 'The Scary Monkey Show' website (Check it out! It's a good site.)
Disclaimer: Once again I am here to inform you I still do not own Invader Zim and probably never will. I'm just too poor.
I ramble! I'll be quiet now!
Zim Yuifa Novekt, nazre trem
Time Unknown.
The transmission began, but Zim didn't really hear it. He was lost within his own mind, trying to cope with what was happening to him.
It was too much, all of this information, the numbing electricity running through his body, the odd slight feeling of detachment. He felt as if he was slowly going crazy. Never had he felt such fear and confusion. At least the numbing electricity wasn't as powerful as it had been in the beginning.
But something else was building in him. Some ecstatic bundle of energy waiting to burst forth and present itself in total mayhem, and it was this that scared him the most.
A few minutes earlier, almost on accident, Zim had found that the act of swaying his head back and forth seemed to deter the rising flood storm. He could still feel it rising, but not as rapidly.
He had it plenty of times before, this frightening energy thingy growing inside him, most recently when he was concocting some diabolical plan against Dib and his precious earth, though it hadn't been as strong since he came to Earth. During these times Zim felt as if he was being controlled by a higher force, something ominous and sentient. Something deathly dangerous. Now he could usually contain it, filter it through maniacal laughter, releasing enough of this overwhelming need and desire for destruction to regain control. But before he had come to that filthy dirtball Dib called home, it was harder to control and the times he lost it were disastrous. Impending Doom I still haunted his nightmares, though his subconscious did a great job of burying it during the day.
Horrible Painful Overload Day had been his first true experience with this internal monster. He could still remember the nearly overwhelming wave of power and energy he felt when he crammed a fellow smeet into the delivery chute, causing it to malfunction. As a result of that simple act, Irk lay in darkness for 5 years before technicians, scientists, and electricians could fix the damage.
But many more disasters followed, both minor and major. He could still remember the intoxicating energy waves of destruction he felt as he fired up Frontline Battle Mech #4, the day he ruined Impending Doom I, and a large section of Irk.
Come to think of it, he was the one who had caused most of the more memorable Irk had, including but not limited to, Horrible Painful Overload Day, Horrible Painful Overload Day part II, and the Remembrance Day of not one but TWO Tallest.
He was supposed to be above all of this. He was after all, the Mighty Zim. Wasn't he a member of the most feared species known to.No wait! Not the most feared species, the second most feared. And he wasn't a member anymore. No, that wasn't true either. He was still Irken wasn't he? Even if he was booted out of the Irken Empire, he was still Irken. Well, he wasn't completely Irken. How could he be completely Irken if he was some type of experiment?
The other Irkens had called him a defective when he was on Judgementia. Even the Control Brains had deemed him a defective. But he was exonerated so he couldn't be a bad defective.
Now he was a member of the collective species known as Neplotn, or at least that's what Dib's dad said. They were the most feared species in the known universe, and he had a member been all along. So if they truly were the most feared and respected species of the known universe and beyond, didn't that make him better than a normal Irken? But could he really be better than them if better if he was just an experiment?
He had to be better than them. Why else would they have given permission to the Mighty Zim to drive the Massive?
It was this course of thought that ran thru poor Zim's befuddled mind and it wasn't until someone mentioned his name that he started paying attention again.
"Speaking of Zim," came a voice Zim had previously considered background noise.
"It is this Zealous Implementation Mechanism in which I interested."
Zim twitched his antennae, trying to catch his breath.
He began to sway his head even faster as he felt the monster growing stronger.
'Even my name isn't a name.' Zim cried in his one mind. 'My name is an acronym for a description. How can my world fall apart in such a short time? How Can My Life BE SUCH A LIE?'
The voice continued, drawing Zim in with its ominous words.
"Surely, your life is more valuable than a simple tool. You have your defender. Zim is a redundancy." The voice said.
He didn't want to hear this.
The monster was rising quickly.
"He is of no use to you." The voice continued.
He didn't want to hear this.
The energy was growing harder to contain by the minute.
"If you give him to me, it will save you the embarrassment of defeat and the painful, if short, existence captivity will offer you." The voice bargained.
He sooo didn't want to hear this.
Zim could feel it start to consume his very being, just like so many times before, and still the voice droned on.
"I assure you, he will be utilized in a most agreeable fashion." The voice assured the viewers.
Zim twitched his antennae again, his breath coming in spasmodic gasps.
If they gave him to this 'person', he knew he was as good as dead. He just knew it.
"Freeze the transmission!"
He almost didn't hear the professor's voice.
He felt someone reaching towards him and instinctively tried to pull back. His head touched the back of the chair as a hand grabbed the tape and ripped it from his mouth.
The pain subdued the monster, at least momentarily.
"I want you to retrieve GIR from Zim's base." The professor spoke again. "I think our Irken friend needs a little home comfort."
Gaz let out a loud groan, but Zim didn't really hear it. His mind was busy processing what the professor had just said.
In less than a second, it registered.
"GIR!" Zim practically screeched the name.
That was exactly what he needed.
GIR Always made him feel better.
Despite all of his annoying insane antics, GIR was Zim's greatest comfort. GIR kept his inner demons at bay.
"Do we really have to have that insane tin can present?" Gaz growled. "Can't we transmit his dampening function from where he's at?"
"No,no Gaz," Professor Membrane said enthusiastically, "The chaotic probability enhancer dampening devise must be within 50 Kilometres of the chaotic probability enhancer in order to work. It won't work from another dimension."
"We should have used something less annoying." Gaz grumbled.
Zim could almost hear her scowl. He could also feel the power stirring again.
"We couldn't do that." Zim heard The Professor disagree in his usual peppy manner. "The Tallest would have suspected something. No, the Tallest gave us the best opportunity to provide a dampening devise for Zim. He was reaching an unstable level and as you know, it was becoming increasingly harder to control the C.P. enhancer. I was not about to loose another host to it's unstable power."
"GIR is a dampening device for this chaotic probability thingy inside me?" Zim mused aloud.
It made sense in a weird way. He always felt, well, not exactly calm around GIR, but definitely not as 'out of control'. Even saying GIR's name made Zim feel better, more in control.
"But GIR's insane." Gaz continued her protest, ignoring Zim's interruption. "Couldn't we have used a better intelligence chip and created a more sane one?"
"So GIR Is insane." Zim commented again. His suspicions confirmed.
"GIR does have one of our best intelligence chips created, but the dampening devise installed conflicts with the chip, thus GIR's insanity. It is an unfortunate side effect." The Professor agreed. "It has worked out for the best, however, since the Tallest would have probably kept a sane SIR unit, to see how it can run on garbage. They would have discovered our enhancements."
Zim heard Gaz snort.
"I guess so." She grumbled in agreement, "But it doesn't mean I have to like it. Just put him in a containment chamber so I don't have to listen to him."
Gaz continued. "And tape up Zim's mouth. His voice is annoying."
Silence reined for a moment as someone again slapped tape over his mouth.
Zim closed his eyes, accepting his fate. At least GIR would be here soon. By the feel of the energy falling subdued in his body, Zim knew GIR had to be close.
A high-pitched tinny voice squealing "HI LEPRICHANS!" Heralded GIR's arrival.
Silence filled the room for less than a fraction of a second and Zim suddenly found himself squished in an awkward hug. Zim breathed a solemn sigh of relief, his fear of loosing control subsiding. He didn't really mind GIR's rather forceful show of affection this time, as Zim could feel the monster within had once again faded into the background.
GIR Screeched into Zim's antennae, "MASTER! I FINALLY FOUNDED YOU! YOU WERE LOST AND I FOUNDED YOU!"
Zim winced at the deafening sound and was gratefully relieved when GIR lowered his voice to a more tolerable level.
"MasterIwassoworriedaboutyouandyoudissappearedandIknewtheleprichanstookyouan dItriedtogowithyoubutIcould'ntandthenIwatchedthescarymonkeyshowandsomescaryl ookingguycametothehouselookingforyouandhehadabigguntypethingyandhepointedita tmeandItoldhimhelookedlikeamongooseandshutthedoorbecausehescaredmeandhetried togetinbutthecomputerwouldn'tlethiminbecausehewassoscarythenIatepizzaandIwan tedtoshowyouwhatIfoundbutIleftitathomewhentheycametotakemetoyouandImissedyou andIluvyouandIamgladtheleprichansdidn'teatyouandIwantataquito!" GIR rattled a string of words almost to fast for Zim to translate.
"Computer!" The Professor's loud voice interrupted the brief, painful (at least for Zim) reunion. "Put the robot in a containment chamber and place him next to Zim."
"Make sure it's soundproof!" Gaz added.
Zim heard a whirling noise and felt GIR being tugged away from him. He heard GIR mumble an "Awww" before the sound disappeared as the containment chamber was sealed.
When the brief chaos caused by GIR's arrival had settled the professor cleared his throat and stated, "Now that things are under control again. I would like to finish this transmission. It is imperative that you two know what you are up against."
With that, the transmission picked up where it left off.
"Knowing you," the now familiar voice of the transmission began. "The mere threat of exposure to the Swollen Eyeballs would not be enough to motivate you to give me Zim, so I will sweeten the pot, as they say. I am willing to tell you what I know about a certain threat to your hold on this precious commodity called Earth. A species known as 'Nosferotz' I'm sure you are aware of them. They are, after all, the life force draining, vampire scourge of the Pandr Dimension. They have gathered their tribes together and abandoning their differences to worked together to create a crude but functional trans-dimensional hopper. They have chosen this dimension's Earth as their main testing ground, have successfully arrived in this dimension, and are currently building a trans-dimensional substation here. They have worked under your radar here in this dimension for quite sometime and have successfully filtered themselves into Earthenoid society. If you bring me Zim, not only will I NOT tell the Swollen Eyeballs about you, but I will also tell Dib where they are hiding and where you can find their dimension hopper into this dimension's Earth."
The compounding stress of the foreign energy lurking inside him was gone now. As dormant as when he first came to this strange place. If he didn't know any better, he felt as if it didn't exist. But the fear of this transmission 'person' was still there. He didn't want to be given to this 'person'. Whoever this stranger was, he posed Zim an unfamiliar threat, potentially worse than these Neplotn. Zim didn't like the Neplotn, but at least he was somewhat familiar with them. Zim twitched his antennae with nervous energy.
"Send Dib and Zim to the Mall at 7:00 PM tomorrow night." The voice continued. "I expect them to come alone and unarmed, relatively speaking. Anything otherwise and the deal is off. You will all be the next victims on the Swollen Eyeball autopsy tables."
There was a moment of silence before for a new voice filled the room.
"The following has been a paid announcement from the Peu Pen Corporation and does not reflect the views of this Public Broadcasting Station. For an official transcript of this broadcast call 555-777---Beeeeep. With that annoying beep, the transmission ended.
After about a moment of silence, Professor Membrane cleared his throat.
Zim heard a chair push back from the table.
The Professor spoke again, but this time his voice was coming from different corners of the room, like he was pacing when he spoke.
"This transmission has given us reason for concern." The Professor stated emotionally. "Not Darkbootie himself, he is not a threat, despite how he sounds. Our concern is the information he carries. If the Nosferotz have acquired trans-dimensional travel and have come to Earth to set up a dimension substation on Earth, this valuable portal, the Neplotn's hold upon this important stronghold, and even the dimensions themselves are in danger. Nosferotz tribes are notorious for bleeding entire species dry of their life-forces. They are a threat in their own dimensions, but working together, unleashed on Earth, and with a whole new dimension to ravage, well. It would not be a good thing."
The Professor's voice made its way behind Zim and Zim shuddered as he felt the Professor's huge hand lay on his shoulder. This time, when The Professor spoke, it sounded right next to his antennae.
"It is up to you two to save this Earth. To save this Dimension." Professor Membrane spoke with the encouragement of an overzealous coach. "You two are the only thing standing between the safety of innocents and true evil."
The Professor removed his hand from Zim's shoulder.
"Now," he continued. "As promised, you can ask any questions you feel necessary. I'm sure you all have plenty. I'm sure it has been a very confusing day for the two of you."
With that, the tape was painfully removed from Zim's already tender mouth.
General Note - Selfish Plug: For those of you reading A.T.N.K., I have not abandoned it. I ask for your patience. The story is writing itself and has taken a turn I was not anticipating. As a result, I feel it is happening to fast and am rewriting chapter 2 and moving the written chapter 2 to chapter 3. I am planning to release chapter 2 soon. How soon depends on available computer time. Thank you for your patience, I will try to make it worth your while.
A/N: Some of the following information concerning Zim's past was acquired by reading THE TRIAL draft located on 'The Scary Monkey Show' website (Check it out! It's a good site.)
Disclaimer: Once again I am here to inform you I still do not own Invader Zim and probably never will. I'm just too poor.
I ramble! I'll be quiet now!
Zim Yuifa Novekt, nazre trem
Time Unknown.
The transmission began, but Zim didn't really hear it. He was lost within his own mind, trying to cope with what was happening to him.
It was too much, all of this information, the numbing electricity running through his body, the odd slight feeling of detachment. He felt as if he was slowly going crazy. Never had he felt such fear and confusion. At least the numbing electricity wasn't as powerful as it had been in the beginning.
But something else was building in him. Some ecstatic bundle of energy waiting to burst forth and present itself in total mayhem, and it was this that scared him the most.
A few minutes earlier, almost on accident, Zim had found that the act of swaying his head back and forth seemed to deter the rising flood storm. He could still feel it rising, but not as rapidly.
He had it plenty of times before, this frightening energy thingy growing inside him, most recently when he was concocting some diabolical plan against Dib and his precious earth, though it hadn't been as strong since he came to Earth. During these times Zim felt as if he was being controlled by a higher force, something ominous and sentient. Something deathly dangerous. Now he could usually contain it, filter it through maniacal laughter, releasing enough of this overwhelming need and desire for destruction to regain control. But before he had come to that filthy dirtball Dib called home, it was harder to control and the times he lost it were disastrous. Impending Doom I still haunted his nightmares, though his subconscious did a great job of burying it during the day.
Horrible Painful Overload Day had been his first true experience with this internal monster. He could still remember the nearly overwhelming wave of power and energy he felt when he crammed a fellow smeet into the delivery chute, causing it to malfunction. As a result of that simple act, Irk lay in darkness for 5 years before technicians, scientists, and electricians could fix the damage.
But many more disasters followed, both minor and major. He could still remember the intoxicating energy waves of destruction he felt as he fired up Frontline Battle Mech #4, the day he ruined Impending Doom I, and a large section of Irk.
Come to think of it, he was the one who had caused most of the more memorable Irk had, including but not limited to, Horrible Painful Overload Day, Horrible Painful Overload Day part II, and the Remembrance Day of not one but TWO Tallest.
He was supposed to be above all of this. He was after all, the Mighty Zim. Wasn't he a member of the most feared species known to.No wait! Not the most feared species, the second most feared. And he wasn't a member anymore. No, that wasn't true either. He was still Irken wasn't he? Even if he was booted out of the Irken Empire, he was still Irken. Well, he wasn't completely Irken. How could he be completely Irken if he was some type of experiment?
The other Irkens had called him a defective when he was on Judgementia. Even the Control Brains had deemed him a defective. But he was exonerated so he couldn't be a bad defective.
Now he was a member of the collective species known as Neplotn, or at least that's what Dib's dad said. They were the most feared species in the known universe, and he had a member been all along. So if they truly were the most feared and respected species of the known universe and beyond, didn't that make him better than a normal Irken? But could he really be better than them if better if he was just an experiment?
He had to be better than them. Why else would they have given permission to the Mighty Zim to drive the Massive?
It was this course of thought that ran thru poor Zim's befuddled mind and it wasn't until someone mentioned his name that he started paying attention again.
"Speaking of Zim," came a voice Zim had previously considered background noise.
"It is this Zealous Implementation Mechanism in which I interested."
Zim twitched his antennae, trying to catch his breath.
He began to sway his head even faster as he felt the monster growing stronger.
'Even my name isn't a name.' Zim cried in his one mind. 'My name is an acronym for a description. How can my world fall apart in such a short time? How Can My Life BE SUCH A LIE?'
The voice continued, drawing Zim in with its ominous words.
"Surely, your life is more valuable than a simple tool. You have your defender. Zim is a redundancy." The voice said.
He didn't want to hear this.
The monster was rising quickly.
"He is of no use to you." The voice continued.
He didn't want to hear this.
The energy was growing harder to contain by the minute.
"If you give him to me, it will save you the embarrassment of defeat and the painful, if short, existence captivity will offer you." The voice bargained.
He sooo didn't want to hear this.
Zim could feel it start to consume his very being, just like so many times before, and still the voice droned on.
"I assure you, he will be utilized in a most agreeable fashion." The voice assured the viewers.
Zim twitched his antennae again, his breath coming in spasmodic gasps.
If they gave him to this 'person', he knew he was as good as dead. He just knew it.
"Freeze the transmission!"
He almost didn't hear the professor's voice.
He felt someone reaching towards him and instinctively tried to pull back. His head touched the back of the chair as a hand grabbed the tape and ripped it from his mouth.
The pain subdued the monster, at least momentarily.
"I want you to retrieve GIR from Zim's base." The professor spoke again. "I think our Irken friend needs a little home comfort."
Gaz let out a loud groan, but Zim didn't really hear it. His mind was busy processing what the professor had just said.
In less than a second, it registered.
"GIR!" Zim practically screeched the name.
That was exactly what he needed.
GIR Always made him feel better.
Despite all of his annoying insane antics, GIR was Zim's greatest comfort. GIR kept his inner demons at bay.
"Do we really have to have that insane tin can present?" Gaz growled. "Can't we transmit his dampening function from where he's at?"
"No,no Gaz," Professor Membrane said enthusiastically, "The chaotic probability enhancer dampening devise must be within 50 Kilometres of the chaotic probability enhancer in order to work. It won't work from another dimension."
"We should have used something less annoying." Gaz grumbled.
Zim could almost hear her scowl. He could also feel the power stirring again.
"We couldn't do that." Zim heard The Professor disagree in his usual peppy manner. "The Tallest would have suspected something. No, the Tallest gave us the best opportunity to provide a dampening devise for Zim. He was reaching an unstable level and as you know, it was becoming increasingly harder to control the C.P. enhancer. I was not about to loose another host to it's unstable power."
"GIR is a dampening device for this chaotic probability thingy inside me?" Zim mused aloud.
It made sense in a weird way. He always felt, well, not exactly calm around GIR, but definitely not as 'out of control'. Even saying GIR's name made Zim feel better, more in control.
"But GIR's insane." Gaz continued her protest, ignoring Zim's interruption. "Couldn't we have used a better intelligence chip and created a more sane one?"
"So GIR Is insane." Zim commented again. His suspicions confirmed.
"GIR does have one of our best intelligence chips created, but the dampening devise installed conflicts with the chip, thus GIR's insanity. It is an unfortunate side effect." The Professor agreed. "It has worked out for the best, however, since the Tallest would have probably kept a sane SIR unit, to see how it can run on garbage. They would have discovered our enhancements."
Zim heard Gaz snort.
"I guess so." She grumbled in agreement, "But it doesn't mean I have to like it. Just put him in a containment chamber so I don't have to listen to him."
Gaz continued. "And tape up Zim's mouth. His voice is annoying."
Silence reined for a moment as someone again slapped tape over his mouth.
Zim closed his eyes, accepting his fate. At least GIR would be here soon. By the feel of the energy falling subdued in his body, Zim knew GIR had to be close.
A high-pitched tinny voice squealing "HI LEPRICHANS!" Heralded GIR's arrival.
Silence filled the room for less than a fraction of a second and Zim suddenly found himself squished in an awkward hug. Zim breathed a solemn sigh of relief, his fear of loosing control subsiding. He didn't really mind GIR's rather forceful show of affection this time, as Zim could feel the monster within had once again faded into the background.
GIR Screeched into Zim's antennae, "MASTER! I FINALLY FOUNDED YOU! YOU WERE LOST AND I FOUNDED YOU!"
Zim winced at the deafening sound and was gratefully relieved when GIR lowered his voice to a more tolerable level.
"MasterIwassoworriedaboutyouandyoudissappearedandIknewtheleprichanstookyouan dItriedtogowithyoubutIcould'ntandthenIwatchedthescarymonkeyshowandsomescaryl ookingguycametothehouselookingforyouandhehadabigguntypethingyandhepointedita tmeandItoldhimhelookedlikeamongooseandshutthedoorbecausehescaredmeandhetried togetinbutthecomputerwouldn'tlethiminbecausehewassoscarythenIatepizzaandIwan tedtoshowyouwhatIfoundbutIleftitathomewhentheycametotakemetoyouandImissedyou andIluvyouandIamgladtheleprichansdidn'teatyouandIwantataquito!" GIR rattled a string of words almost to fast for Zim to translate.
"Computer!" The Professor's loud voice interrupted the brief, painful (at least for Zim) reunion. "Put the robot in a containment chamber and place him next to Zim."
"Make sure it's soundproof!" Gaz added.
Zim heard a whirling noise and felt GIR being tugged away from him. He heard GIR mumble an "Awww" before the sound disappeared as the containment chamber was sealed.
When the brief chaos caused by GIR's arrival had settled the professor cleared his throat and stated, "Now that things are under control again. I would like to finish this transmission. It is imperative that you two know what you are up against."
With that, the transmission picked up where it left off.
"Knowing you," the now familiar voice of the transmission began. "The mere threat of exposure to the Swollen Eyeballs would not be enough to motivate you to give me Zim, so I will sweeten the pot, as they say. I am willing to tell you what I know about a certain threat to your hold on this precious commodity called Earth. A species known as 'Nosferotz' I'm sure you are aware of them. They are, after all, the life force draining, vampire scourge of the Pandr Dimension. They have gathered their tribes together and abandoning their differences to worked together to create a crude but functional trans-dimensional hopper. They have chosen this dimension's Earth as their main testing ground, have successfully arrived in this dimension, and are currently building a trans-dimensional substation here. They have worked under your radar here in this dimension for quite sometime and have successfully filtered themselves into Earthenoid society. If you bring me Zim, not only will I NOT tell the Swollen Eyeballs about you, but I will also tell Dib where they are hiding and where you can find their dimension hopper into this dimension's Earth."
The compounding stress of the foreign energy lurking inside him was gone now. As dormant as when he first came to this strange place. If he didn't know any better, he felt as if it didn't exist. But the fear of this transmission 'person' was still there. He didn't want to be given to this 'person'. Whoever this stranger was, he posed Zim an unfamiliar threat, potentially worse than these Neplotn. Zim didn't like the Neplotn, but at least he was somewhat familiar with them. Zim twitched his antennae with nervous energy.
"Send Dib and Zim to the Mall at 7:00 PM tomorrow night." The voice continued. "I expect them to come alone and unarmed, relatively speaking. Anything otherwise and the deal is off. You will all be the next victims on the Swollen Eyeball autopsy tables."
There was a moment of silence before for a new voice filled the room.
"The following has been a paid announcement from the Peu Pen Corporation and does not reflect the views of this Public Broadcasting Station. For an official transcript of this broadcast call 555-777---Beeeeep. With that annoying beep, the transmission ended.
After about a moment of silence, Professor Membrane cleared his throat.
Zim heard a chair push back from the table.
The Professor spoke again, but this time his voice was coming from different corners of the room, like he was pacing when he spoke.
"This transmission has given us reason for concern." The Professor stated emotionally. "Not Darkbootie himself, he is not a threat, despite how he sounds. Our concern is the information he carries. If the Nosferotz have acquired trans-dimensional travel and have come to Earth to set up a dimension substation on Earth, this valuable portal, the Neplotn's hold upon this important stronghold, and even the dimensions themselves are in danger. Nosferotz tribes are notorious for bleeding entire species dry of their life-forces. They are a threat in their own dimensions, but working together, unleashed on Earth, and with a whole new dimension to ravage, well. It would not be a good thing."
The Professor's voice made its way behind Zim and Zim shuddered as he felt the Professor's huge hand lay on his shoulder. This time, when The Professor spoke, it sounded right next to his antennae.
"It is up to you two to save this Earth. To save this Dimension." Professor Membrane spoke with the encouragement of an overzealous coach. "You two are the only thing standing between the safety of innocents and true evil."
The Professor removed his hand from Zim's shoulder.
"Now," he continued. "As promised, you can ask any questions you feel necessary. I'm sure you all have plenty. I'm sure it has been a very confusing day for the two of you."
With that, the tape was painfully removed from Zim's already tender mouth.