I'm so sorry for not updating soon! But, stuff happens (Damn mandatory state assessments) and I lost track of things. Anyway, here comes chapter 3! W00t!
I don't own Invader Zim... (tear tear)
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I don't get it! Who is their savior? Whose savior? I don't get it! Why me, Poop Dog? Okay…so a savior saves people from their inevitable doom. Doom…like the invasion. People, as in the humans…and savior as in-
OH!
Of course! How could N. I forget the Dib human?
So join up with their savior…Join up with DIB? Is that even possible? I could never go back! The Dib human probably thinks I'm dead any-
BAM!
What in the…? Where'd that come from? I ran back up to the window. Where else could it have been? There have been no other life forms in here for years… There's someone running away from my yard! Who is that? Who would dare bang on my home? Wait a second…is that? Impossible! Is that the Dib?
Old habits die hard, I guess.
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I have formulated a plan. It is almost fool proof, yes, but also very difficult. I know from my past experience that my former disguise was not very good. Actually, it was quite disgraceful. It fooled most humans of course, but this one has to fool the Dib especially, because that is who I'm trying primarily to communicate with. I am still not sure how Dib and I are to get revenge on my Almighty Tallests, the Armada, the military, and the Irken race…but it shall all work out. Probably. Maybe. Probably not. I will probably be killed for treason and rebellion. But I am at a point in my life where I don't really care. At all. So there. I win.
Anyway.
I will to make myself…not Irken anymore. I will fix my machinery and construct my self a device that can turn me into a human. Why? First of all, relying on my Pak for life is just too risky. If it is pulled off in battle somehow, it would be the end of Zim as I know it. Second of all, humans are stronger built. The type of smeet I was born does not allow me to have any physical strength whatsoever. Lastly, being human is the only way I could ever hope to have Dib as my comrade. He will have to be let in on the fact that I was Irken eventually, but for now, and for most of the time after now, he shall not know.
The weaknesses of this device will be that in case of emergency, I will have to have a shut down and removal option. If the device malfunctions and causes hideous mutations, shutting it off and canceling the change will undo most, if not all changes.
I must hurry, or else I fear I will be too late.
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The device has been finished. It hooks on to the very back of my head, where my brain will soon be on the inside. All the knobs and levers are fine tuned and ready to go. All I have to do is pick out a design for my human body to be most compatible with the Dib's choice in clothing. I have watched his last few days at Skool and made my decision from there. I will have dark red hair that hangs down in my face (How do they see like that? Is their vision not impaired? Strange Earthanoids…) Baggy black pants, baggy black shirt, and black shoes and gloves. So much black… but I shall do what I must to gain the Dib's trust, or else I have no hope whatsoever.
It will take one hundred Earth days, ninety nine at the least, one hundred one at the most for the transformation to complete. An inconvenience, but not too much of an annoyance. It will be placed at the very back of my head, a very sensitive part of the body where the brain is closest to the outside skull.
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/ DAY 0/
I have registered to the High Skool into all of his classes. Of course, they are all elementary, but…I do what I must. I am determined to get this right, whatever it takes.
I have downloaded onto the transformation device a magnitude of information on typical human knowledge, behavior, and terminology. It gives me a slight shock to the head whenever I am doing something out of the ordinary and transfers the correct action to my developing brain so that I remember. Hopefully the shock will not hurt too much.
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/ DAY 1/
First period was homeroom. They have it to make sure the entire stink population of children is there. How nice. Dib did not notice my presence. He was in the back of the classroom conversing with other humans. Even after all of this time without the human bugging me, it is still odd to see him seriously talking to others while not being made ridiculed and/or injured in what seems like uncomfortable places. I guess the human has finally found a purpose in life besides for exposing me. I do not know whether that will make this easier or harder.
Next class was Astronomy. Surprisingly enough, Dib just happened to miss that class. Not that the information was sufficient to even begin teaching to pupils, but at least they figured that their universe was not the only one.
Third period was Calculus 2. What a joke of mathematics. Their symbols are confusing and do not resemble each other. This teacher actually had half a wit and realized I was a new student in the class and introduced me. Most of the class wasn't even paying attention. The fools. They shall get theirs soon enough. I actually made contact with the Dib this period.
I was appalled at how much he had yet hadn't changed. I mean, you can only get so much information on a person by stalking them with cameras, and that makes speaking with them even stranger. He introduced himself and I re- introduced myself. He asked my name. I actually hadn't thought of that. It was just a name I had to put on all of the official school papers. It doesn't have any deep meaning or special standing, it's just a name. A human name. As he was talking to me, aliens, the paranormal, and any taboo subjects weren't even touched on. I was surprised.
He still likes to talk. A lot. He asked me what I thought about the Earth today. I wasn't sure. But seeing the world after 3 years in a shit hole, it was okay. When he said that the world was ignorant anyway, I slipped up and asked him why he didn't just kill them all. Woops. That wasn't supposed to happen. Oh well. It surprised me that nothing I said caused me to receive a shock. This world has lost hope in itself.
That's just pathetic.
But it shall help me in the long run.
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