By animeninjaNIPPON
When Dib's eyes finally adjusted to the white light, he realized that his wet, soggy clothes had been replaced by black boxers and a matching spandex tank top. "GAAH! Where are my clothes?" He threw his arms over his body in a futile attempt to cover himself.
"You won't need those here," assured the figure who had opened the door, now revealed to be Tallest Red.
"Hey," Dib cried, "You're an alien!"
"Yes, yes," Red replied evasively, shoving Dib forward. "We ALL come from elsewhere…"
Tallest Purple arrived out of nowhere, presenting Gaz. Dib took one look at his sister and was scarred for life. She, too, was decked out in undergarments: a black corset, a sheer black half-slip, and black fishnet stockings held up by a semi-visible purple garter belt. She gave her brother a menacing glare that said, "You'll die soon."
"What in the name of paranormal research is going on?" Dib demanded, stomping forward.
"A celebration of the supernatural!" Purple announced. At that, a million strange-yet-familiar faces poured into view, dancing as if there was no tomorrow.
"Look." Dib clenched his fists next to his sides as he approached Red. "My sister and I were on our way to PaNoCon, but our cab sped off the road and crashed. I need to borrow your telephone."
"What is this 'telephone'?" Red turned to Purple. "Have you ever heard of this 'telephone' thingy?"
"AAH! You're making me INSANE!" Dib grabbed both sides of his head as if it were about to explode.
"Wrong," replied an effeminate voice behind him. "It's the pelvic thrust that really drives them insane!" Without another word, Dib was knocked forward to the ground.
He rose to his knees and jerked his head in the direction his assault had come from. The culprit was a dark-haired girl in a purple-and-black striped uniform. "Tak?"
She merely laughed as her image flickered to reveal her true form – a green-skinned, purple-eyed alien. "That is I."
"How'd you get here?" Dib asked, standing up.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Tak's amethyst eyes were redirected up the length of the red carpet that spread forth into an elaborate throne. The room dimmed and a single spotlight beamed down onto the throne, revealing its shrouded master.
It was Invader Zim.
End of part three