Acknowledgements: I wish to extend my gratitude to my readers and
reviewers. YOU ROCK! Special thanks goes to my reviewers. You inspire me
to try and do my best. Thank you Ketsuban Reloaded. Thank you for
considering my feelings. You did not offend me. In truth, it takes a lot
to offend me. I am sorry if I sounded put off, I fear that I don't always
speak with tact. No worries. I am sorry for the length of my chapters.
Sometimes they run long, sometimes they run short. I never really know
until they're written. I try to cut them of at turning points. Thank you
DibMagician. I am glad you are enjoying the feedback. If you are willing
to review, I certainly am willing to respond. I really do want to write a
comprehensive and enticing tale and my reviewers are an intricate part of
that process. Without reviewer input, I doubt the tale would be half of
what it is. You give me focus and direction. Constructive criticism is
great. Your reviews are very VERY important to the story and to me. Plus
they make me all happy! I just wish I could answer all of your inquiries
as quickly as you'd like. But, in order to not give away the plot,
sometimes information must be withheld and inquiries must wait to be
answered. Kitkat the great, you are indeed correct in your assumption
that, for the sake of the story, I cannot tell you where Gir is going. I
only hope that when you do find out it is as good as you hope. Thanks! ^-
^ Invader 2-D, Thank you. I hope this tale continues to reach and exceed
your expectations. Maran Zelde. I am sorry for the belated updates. I
know I am bad at them. Or timely reviews either. Time is not a very close
friend of mine. In fact, sometimes I feel time is constantly working
against me. Just my luck. To be enemies with time. Invader-enlotta, I'm
sorry! -_- But not totally so. I'm glad you like it. I know I'm not the
fastest at updates. But being an enemy of time, well.... Don't worry
though, I do eventually update, and have no desire to abandon this or any
other tale I write.
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim. They are the creative brainchildren of Jhonen Vasquez. They are the property of Nick. But then, this is hardly new news.
So on we go. Again.
Dib, Yuifa Novekt, nazre trem
Time Unknown.
Professor Membrane pointed towards two scientists at the far end of the table. "You two, take Dib to nazre triman skos. Give him something to eat, but monitor him closely. Dib is still recovering from the trauma caused by that NACAPLACE 'thing' when it shot it's message into Dib's neck." There was a slight pause before he continued. "And bring several guards. I don't believe we have earned my son's trust yet." "
'Of course I don't trust you Dad.' Dib rolled his eyes and pointlessly pressed his tongue through his lips against the tape, wishing it would magically dislodge. 'You keep me bound so tight I can barely feel my hands, you tape my mouth so I can't even ask any more questions, you just told me things I'm having a hard time understanding, let alone believe, and I'm a Paranormal Investigator. Geez! This is SO MESSED UP!'
Dib watched as his dad and sister headed towards the door. Gaz paused for a moment and glared at Dib thru squinted eyes. An involuntary shiver ran down his spine. Dib jumped as his chair was pulled back and glanced away for a moment as someone began loosening his bonds. When he looked back, Gaz was nowhere to be seen.
Dib tried to glance at Zim, but the scientists effectively blocked his view. It wasn't until they were almost done freeing his arms that he caught a glance at Zim. The alien was trying struggle, but two scientists were pinning his arms to his sides. Two more were preparing to grab his legs to prevent further struggles. After a few moments, the Irken noticeably slumped, his antennae pressed flat against his skull. Dib recognized this gesture. It meant Zim had given up and given in. Dib didn't believe it for a second.
The scientists finished untying Dib and waited for him to stand up. Now free, with the scientists away from him, he went to pull the tape from his mouth. One of the scientists stayed his hand, shaking his head no as he did so. Reluctantly, Dib let his hand fall to his side. He had freedom of movement now. He didn't want to loose it by pulling the tape from his mouth. Instead he slowly stood up. Instantly he was flanked by two guards who seemed to materialized from somewhere behind the scientists. Dib blinked in surprise. He hadn't seen them come into the room.
As Dib studied the guards, the first thing he noticed were the tazors grasped firmly in black-gloved hands. As he looked upward, Dib recognized the black uniforms. They were the same uniforms worn by the guards from his father's studio. Dib glanced up at the faces of the guards. He didn't recognize the one on his left, but he knew the guard on his right. Dib groaned at his luck. It was the same tazor loving guard who made him take the audience try-outs when he tried seeing his father at the studio. Dib closed his eyes in bitter remembrance. That whole day had been an embarrassing disaster. The Swollen Eyeball society finally let him give his findings on Zim, but only if his father signed a permission slip. After a great deal of hassle, he finally did get his father's signature, but ended up loosing the briefcase that contained his damaging evidence. He lost a lot of credibility with the Swollen Eyeball society that day.
A sudden flurry of noise caused Dib to open his eyes in surprise. From what he could see, Zim was thrashing around like a maniac. Judging from the curses and orders that the scientists untying Zim were shouting at the Irken and themselves, Zim must have been doing a great job freeing himself. Dib briefly wondered what Zim had in mind. It wasn't like they could really get out of here. Dib wasn't even sure where 'here' was. It wasn't until he heard Gir's voice that a glimmer of Zim's insane plan shined through. Zim wasn't trying to free himself; he was trying to free Gir. But why?
One of the guards grabbed Dib and carried him back, away from the commotion. The second guard, the tazor lover, pushed forward, intent on helping the scientists contain Zim.
Dib didn't see, so much as hear, the containment chamber containing Gir break. A manic squeal of delight issued from the tiny robot as it declared its freedom. With Gir free, the noise and panic increased, becoming so loud Dib almost missed Zim's command. "GIR! GO TO THE BASE NOW! GO THERE AND FIND HELP! NOW!"
'Go to the base? Does Gir know how to get back?' Dib wondered. 'What kind of help could Gir find anyway? Everything seemed so against them escaping.'
From his viewpoint in the guard's arms Dib was the small robot salute, his eyes flashing red for a second. He seemed oblivious to the scientists grabbing him. With a short firey blast, the robot rose from the ground, dragging several screaming scientists along with him. With a few stubborn scientists in tow, he flew a quick circle around the table. Dib's guard pressed Dib and himself against the wall as the insane robot circled inches from the guard's face. Dib's nose wrinkled at the smell of burning hair. In a panic, he lifted his hands to his head, yet it wasn't his hair which was lit, it was several of the scientists unfortunate enough to grab onto the robot's legs.
One of the flame engulfed scientist smashed against Dib and the guard, causing the guard to drop Dib onto the floor. The scientist released his grip from Gir and fell on top of Dib. He scrambled out from under the thrashing scientist, standing up just in time to see the last of the Gir towing scientists smashing into the guard that had went to help the scientists with Zim. The events that ensued seemed to happen in slow motion. No longer bound by straggling scientists, Gir crossed the conference table and out the door. Dib quickly turned his attention towards Zim and watched in horror as the guard fell towards Zim. The guard's tazor, flaring to life, seemed to meld into Zim's pod. Zim screamed in agony, as strange bluish-white electricity seemed to surround him. It didn't stop there, however. No, this strange bluish-white energy flowed around Zim, then continued to flow towards Dib. Dib ran, though not very far and not nearly fast enough to escape the strange energy that pursued him. The scientists seemed oblivious to the energy chasing Dib. Some made halfhearted moves to stop Dib, but were more concerned with Zim at that time. Dib stopped when he reached the door. The energy had reached him. Within seconds, the energy enveloped then consumed him.
Dib slumped to the floor. It wasn't painful, the electricity that flowed through his body, but rather his body felt odd, drained yet tingly. As if all of the muscles in his body had decided to fall asleep at once. He also felt a tickling in his brain. Almost as if something was thumbing through his brain, flipping through memory files looking for something.
Through a static laced haze, Dib glanced out the door. He could make out the flash of metal that was Gir. Gir's tinny voice echoing through the halls, screaming "I'm running! I'm running!" effectively drowning out the sounds of the perusing scientists.
He would of laughed if he hadn't suddenly felt so tired.
The ticking feeling in his brain suddenly increased and for a moment, the voices of the scientists screaming and yelling around him sounded as if they were in stereo. Almost like when the televisions in the kitchen and living room are on at the same time and on the same station and he is standing in the middle listening to both of them. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the tickling, the stereo sounds, the tingling of his body, left. Dib closed his eyes, his conscious beginning to fade.
"Reactivate."
Dib's eyes sprang open as a strange computerized voice resounded through the room, followed by an electrical staticy sound and a slight smell of burning circuits and meat.
For a moment, the room fell oddly silent, broken only by the sound of breathing. Then Dib heard a groan.
"Victory for Zim!" He heard Zim say in a quiet yet defiant voice. It was no more than a whisper, really.
Instantly the chaotic sound of chatting scientists filled the room once more.
"Have to get you to nazre triman skos before Gaz and the professor find out what happened." A voice said somewhere above Dib's head.
Dib gasped once more as his guard lifted him up and tucked him under his arm.
Dib caught a glance at Zim as he was leaving. The Irken looked pale and drained, white eyes staring into space. He was no longer fighting the scientists as they bound his arms and legs, but a slight smirk graced his lips, as if he held a secret no one else knew.
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim. They are the creative brainchildren of Jhonen Vasquez. They are the property of Nick. But then, this is hardly new news.
So on we go. Again.
Dib, Yuifa Novekt, nazre trem
Time Unknown.
Professor Membrane pointed towards two scientists at the far end of the table. "You two, take Dib to nazre triman skos. Give him something to eat, but monitor him closely. Dib is still recovering from the trauma caused by that NACAPLACE 'thing' when it shot it's message into Dib's neck." There was a slight pause before he continued. "And bring several guards. I don't believe we have earned my son's trust yet." "
'Of course I don't trust you Dad.' Dib rolled his eyes and pointlessly pressed his tongue through his lips against the tape, wishing it would magically dislodge. 'You keep me bound so tight I can barely feel my hands, you tape my mouth so I can't even ask any more questions, you just told me things I'm having a hard time understanding, let alone believe, and I'm a Paranormal Investigator. Geez! This is SO MESSED UP!'
Dib watched as his dad and sister headed towards the door. Gaz paused for a moment and glared at Dib thru squinted eyes. An involuntary shiver ran down his spine. Dib jumped as his chair was pulled back and glanced away for a moment as someone began loosening his bonds. When he looked back, Gaz was nowhere to be seen.
Dib tried to glance at Zim, but the scientists effectively blocked his view. It wasn't until they were almost done freeing his arms that he caught a glance at Zim. The alien was trying struggle, but two scientists were pinning his arms to his sides. Two more were preparing to grab his legs to prevent further struggles. After a few moments, the Irken noticeably slumped, his antennae pressed flat against his skull. Dib recognized this gesture. It meant Zim had given up and given in. Dib didn't believe it for a second.
The scientists finished untying Dib and waited for him to stand up. Now free, with the scientists away from him, he went to pull the tape from his mouth. One of the scientists stayed his hand, shaking his head no as he did so. Reluctantly, Dib let his hand fall to his side. He had freedom of movement now. He didn't want to loose it by pulling the tape from his mouth. Instead he slowly stood up. Instantly he was flanked by two guards who seemed to materialized from somewhere behind the scientists. Dib blinked in surprise. He hadn't seen them come into the room.
As Dib studied the guards, the first thing he noticed were the tazors grasped firmly in black-gloved hands. As he looked upward, Dib recognized the black uniforms. They were the same uniforms worn by the guards from his father's studio. Dib glanced up at the faces of the guards. He didn't recognize the one on his left, but he knew the guard on his right. Dib groaned at his luck. It was the same tazor loving guard who made him take the audience try-outs when he tried seeing his father at the studio. Dib closed his eyes in bitter remembrance. That whole day had been an embarrassing disaster. The Swollen Eyeball society finally let him give his findings on Zim, but only if his father signed a permission slip. After a great deal of hassle, he finally did get his father's signature, but ended up loosing the briefcase that contained his damaging evidence. He lost a lot of credibility with the Swollen Eyeball society that day.
A sudden flurry of noise caused Dib to open his eyes in surprise. From what he could see, Zim was thrashing around like a maniac. Judging from the curses and orders that the scientists untying Zim were shouting at the Irken and themselves, Zim must have been doing a great job freeing himself. Dib briefly wondered what Zim had in mind. It wasn't like they could really get out of here. Dib wasn't even sure where 'here' was. It wasn't until he heard Gir's voice that a glimmer of Zim's insane plan shined through. Zim wasn't trying to free himself; he was trying to free Gir. But why?
One of the guards grabbed Dib and carried him back, away from the commotion. The second guard, the tazor lover, pushed forward, intent on helping the scientists contain Zim.
Dib didn't see, so much as hear, the containment chamber containing Gir break. A manic squeal of delight issued from the tiny robot as it declared its freedom. With Gir free, the noise and panic increased, becoming so loud Dib almost missed Zim's command. "GIR! GO TO THE BASE NOW! GO THERE AND FIND HELP! NOW!"
'Go to the base? Does Gir know how to get back?' Dib wondered. 'What kind of help could Gir find anyway? Everything seemed so against them escaping.'
From his viewpoint in the guard's arms Dib was the small robot salute, his eyes flashing red for a second. He seemed oblivious to the scientists grabbing him. With a short firey blast, the robot rose from the ground, dragging several screaming scientists along with him. With a few stubborn scientists in tow, he flew a quick circle around the table. Dib's guard pressed Dib and himself against the wall as the insane robot circled inches from the guard's face. Dib's nose wrinkled at the smell of burning hair. In a panic, he lifted his hands to his head, yet it wasn't his hair which was lit, it was several of the scientists unfortunate enough to grab onto the robot's legs.
One of the flame engulfed scientist smashed against Dib and the guard, causing the guard to drop Dib onto the floor. The scientist released his grip from Gir and fell on top of Dib. He scrambled out from under the thrashing scientist, standing up just in time to see the last of the Gir towing scientists smashing into the guard that had went to help the scientists with Zim. The events that ensued seemed to happen in slow motion. No longer bound by straggling scientists, Gir crossed the conference table and out the door. Dib quickly turned his attention towards Zim and watched in horror as the guard fell towards Zim. The guard's tazor, flaring to life, seemed to meld into Zim's pod. Zim screamed in agony, as strange bluish-white electricity seemed to surround him. It didn't stop there, however. No, this strange bluish-white energy flowed around Zim, then continued to flow towards Dib. Dib ran, though not very far and not nearly fast enough to escape the strange energy that pursued him. The scientists seemed oblivious to the energy chasing Dib. Some made halfhearted moves to stop Dib, but were more concerned with Zim at that time. Dib stopped when he reached the door. The energy had reached him. Within seconds, the energy enveloped then consumed him.
Dib slumped to the floor. It wasn't painful, the electricity that flowed through his body, but rather his body felt odd, drained yet tingly. As if all of the muscles in his body had decided to fall asleep at once. He also felt a tickling in his brain. Almost as if something was thumbing through his brain, flipping through memory files looking for something.
Through a static laced haze, Dib glanced out the door. He could make out the flash of metal that was Gir. Gir's tinny voice echoing through the halls, screaming "I'm running! I'm running!" effectively drowning out the sounds of the perusing scientists.
He would of laughed if he hadn't suddenly felt so tired.
The ticking feeling in his brain suddenly increased and for a moment, the voices of the scientists screaming and yelling around him sounded as if they were in stereo. Almost like when the televisions in the kitchen and living room are on at the same time and on the same station and he is standing in the middle listening to both of them. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the tickling, the stereo sounds, the tingling of his body, left. Dib closed his eyes, his conscious beginning to fade.
"Reactivate."
Dib's eyes sprang open as a strange computerized voice resounded through the room, followed by an electrical staticy sound and a slight smell of burning circuits and meat.
For a moment, the room fell oddly silent, broken only by the sound of breathing. Then Dib heard a groan.
"Victory for Zim!" He heard Zim say in a quiet yet defiant voice. It was no more than a whisper, really.
Instantly the chaotic sound of chatting scientists filled the room once more.
"Have to get you to nazre triman skos before Gaz and the professor find out what happened." A voice said somewhere above Dib's head.
Dib gasped once more as his guard lifted him up and tucked him under his arm.
Dib caught a glance at Zim as he was leaving. The Irken looked pale and drained, white eyes staring into space. He was no longer fighting the scientists as they bound his arms and legs, but a slight smirk graced his lips, as if he held a secret no one else knew.