Please….Make It Stop
An Invader ZIM fanfic.
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader ZIM or the characters. They all belong to the awesome Jhonen Vasquez.
Summary: Just a silly little fic about ZIM and GIR being trapped in a Voot cruiser together for six months, and what ZIM's thoughts might have been. Idea that popped into my head while watching the first IZ episode. I hope you like, reviews are always appreciated. Please don't flame, but constructive criticism is nice. My second attempt at an IZ fic.
"Doom Doom Doom Doom Doom Doom Doom Doom Doom Doom..."
It was agony. It was torture. It was worse than anything ZIM had ever gone through in all his long years in his grueling training in order to become an elite of the Irken military force.
The little robot just kept singing. And singing. And SINGING.
His red, insect-like eyes glazed over and drool started to pour from his mouth as his eyelid twitched on occasion.
Zim didn't think he could take much more. He felt like snapping his antennae right off of his head. He felt like screaming. He felt like banging his head on the dashboard. He felt the urge to hit the ejector button in his seat and blasting himself into the sweet, sweet oblivion of space just so he wouldn't have to listen to all the constant…singing.
He felt the urge to strangle GIR until he finally shut up, but the still marginally logical part of his brain pointed out that this was a fruitless thought, seeing as it was not possible to strangle the little robot, seeing as he was made entirely out of metal and other high-quality alloys, making him, in theory, indestructible.
The words of the Tallest echoed in his head. "It's not stupid. It's advaaaaaaanced."
If it was so "advaaaaaaaaanced" then the very least they could have done was install some kind of off-switch on the little SIR unit. Or at the very least some form of sleep mode. It seemed like his newly appointed little minion NEVER slept. At. All. He just sang that cursed doom song.
Perhaps they had lied to him. Maybe his SIR unit was somehow defective.
No, surely the Tallests wouldn't lie to him.
Would they?
Was he not one of their finest invaders? Was he not destined for greatness? Would he not be one that would bring them glory and honor? Would he not return victorious? Would his name be not someday be whispered with mixtures of fear, awe, and reverence throughout the Galaxies? Would not those he set out to conquer bow before the greatness that was he? Surely for such a grand and ambitious venture, they wouldn't assign him an inferior SIR unit.
Although GIR bore the outward appearance of being goofy and stupid, ZIM was convinced that this was just a cover. He was deceptively advanced. A powerful tool that had been bestowed upon him by the Tallests as a great gift, an honor that had not been given to the other invaders. He was grateful.
And with this deceivingly ridiculous underling, with all his incoherent babbling and seeming stupidity, he would lure his enemies into a false sense of complacency, and soon achieve his ultimate goal.
ZIM gave the little robot a softly contemplating look as a scheming grin crossed his face, showing his pointed teeth. Yes. Yes, he would be victorious with GIR at his side, and make his leaders proud.
"Doom Doom Doom Doom Doom Doom Doom Doom Doom Doom..."
Meanwhile, GIR continued to sing happily, unaware of the grand plans his master had in store for him.
ZIM sighed heavily.
Still…It was going to be a looooooooong trip to their destination. A long trip indeed.
FIN
A/N: I hope you liked it. It didn't turn out too badly. Just a quickie little fic that I decided to write. I blame boredom and caffeine. And it was fun to write. :D