How I Conquered The Earth Chapter 12: The Trurning Point, an invader zim fanfic

A/N: WARNING! You are about to read the shortest chapter I've ever written!

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Chapter 12

THE TURNING POINT

It had been a very busy day; a busy day indeed and Byron had retired to his room for the night. He was sitting in his comfortable chair, sipping a Poop cola, and absentmindedly petting Gir like a freakish, metal cat. The little SIR had crawled up into his lap a short while earlier while Byron stared off into space and mumble incoherent nothings to himself. Was in a sad state of temporary comatose. Every now and then he'd take a sip of his drink or his eye would twitch, but other than petting Gir, that was all the movement he could achieve. The, like a bolt out of the blue, Byron snapped into a moment of clarity and, with as much care and precision as an unstable mind may muster, thought over what had transpired thus far. He thought about how fast his mind was deteriorating and what consequences were in store for him if he didn't act soon.

"I don't have much longer, Gir. If I keep this up, I won't have a mind to enjoy after this is over," he said and looked down at Gir. "You understand, don't you? You know why I've been doing this, right?"

"Nope, but you're really nice. That's what Vincent told me," Gir chirped happily.

"Well, at least I have that," he said distantly. He looked out over his room. He'd come in earlier trapped in his madness and completely trashed the room. The mattress was on the opposite side of the room from the bed frame. His clothes were all over the floor. And his computer was a smoldering pile of plastic, glass, and chips. He didn't even remember doing it. "Gir, I'm frightened," he whispered.

"Aw, don't be, Master Byron. Everything's gonna' be alright. All you need is a hug," he laughed and administered out his child-like prescription. Byron smiled back and leaned into Gir's embrace. He wrapped his arms around the robot and softly cried. He was so afraid inside. He was afraid he'd go insane, so afraid his plan would fail, and mortally afraid that he'd never see Tak again. He was a raging inundation of conflicting emotions and fears.

Byron decided he needed to calm his nerves with some "herbal remedies". He grabbed his cigar box and went through his nightly ritual of rolling a healthy-sized joint and then smoking it in ten minutes. But tonight was different. He knew he was stoned out of his mind, but that was the problem in the first place. He WAS already out of his mind and he could find no refuge in his thin, white twisting smoke.

Byron faked a yawn and looked at Gir, "I think it's time for bed, Gir," he said hoping he'd take the hint.

Fortunately, he did. "Nighty-night, Master Byron!" He yelled and ran to his room.

The remains of Byron's room were, once again, submerged into the piercing silence that can only lead to one thing, deep thought. He sat there, shakily holding his empty cola can, and continued to mentally probe. He sat there for another thirty minutes before he dosed off.

He woke up two hours later. Standing up from his chair, he decided what to do about his predicament. He peered out his doorway into the empty hall before he departed. The auxiliary hall lighting was on for the night and the halls had that cold, eerie coloring you only see in hospitals. He walked until he knew Zim would not be able to hear him and then he ran. He ran like the devil himself was behind him. 'Hurry!' his mind screamed at him. 'Hurry before it's too late! DO IT! Do it before it's too late and you fuck it all up!' He ran, his ankle throbbing again, until he reached the lab.

He burst through the door to the main lab and began to frantically rummage through the cabinets until he found the proper instruments: alcohol, a cotton ball, a needle, the bottle of serum, and a tuba. Realizing that the tuba was the wrong instrument, he put it back and prepared himself. He swabbed a spot on his arm and readied the injection. He grabbed the "painful bottle", not by accident, but by pure, fear-driven intention and sucked as much serum into the needle as it would hold.

"I can't wait any longer. Dib'll take too to test this on," he paused for a moment and then firmly stated, "It's safe!"

He quickly took off his belt and folded it over so he could grip it in between his teeth. He raised his hand and held the needle trembling over his intended spot of injection. "There'll be no turning back after this," he said as if he could have turned back before.

Then, just as a single tear silently ran down his cheek, violently jammed the needle into his arm. The clamped down on the belt and stifled his screams. A pain, almost equal to his Pak installation, dug into his arm like a raging inferno and slowly spread up his arm and into the rest of his body. Even then, his vision was beginning to take on a reddish tint. His joints and limbs ached and his heart began to pound erratically. He knew it wouldn't be long now. He lay down on the floor and curled up into the fetal position. He had started to quiver and tremble as both fear and bodily shock began to invade every cell in his body. Albeit the horrendous pain, Byron was experiencing a euphoric feeling in his mind as he thought about what his NEW life would be like. He mumbled, through clattering teeth, "Won-der-ful…"

A/N: Oh no! I'm such a heartless bustard! Another cliffhanger? Yes! But I promise, DarkShadow1818, the next chapter will be the magic moment! I promise! Anyway, I'm sorry it was so short, but I had to set the mood. Please review if you liked it. Hell, review if you hated it! I don't care; I just like to hear from you. Lastly, I'd like to thank everyone who has contributed a review, or more, to this story! Thank you: DarkShadow1818, Kitsune Ryune, Ri2, Shamanah, HevenSentHellBroken, Chickens, and Muh Says The Cow. Thank you all. It is much appreciated.