The Start of the End
Or
What happened during Dinner
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Special Thanks to: To my ediotor! Ermm, my editor. You rock!
Author's note: I made sooo many typos in the last chapters. My bad . The reason for so many mistakes? Cheeking my work makes me want to vomit! Vomit until the room is full because I find it a right rot and bore to edit. I need an editor. So, I've edited, with a lot of help, chapter (s) one, two, three, four . Happy Snacking! (If anything is out of order in my chapters, please feel free to tell me.)
Another Author's note: Thank you mommaleasey for your review! It was better than eating confetti frosting. You know the kind with the dots? I love that kind.
Yet Another Author's Note: Nonsense! I love how you love my stories . I have a fan! Yay! Hey, yay isn't even a word according to spell cheek. Isn't that weird? Neither is spork. Thank you for reviewing Fallen Angel! That bathroom scene is truly one of my favourites . One of my most favourites of all is coming up. And I guess this does look like it's done in haste. -Thinks about it- It's the longest prologue I've even written. The real reason why I go so fast? I have this insane fear that some one is probing my head, stealing my ideas. -Puts on tin foil hat and starts to write-
-Start-
"So let me get this right…" Dib looked up from his notes, slightly, oh I don't know, Dib-ish. "You came from asteroid pods sent in to orbit with your…" Dib looked back at his notes.
"579 Ish- Lttiav, yes. Poor things, most of them must be all dead by now. The lucky ones got back down to Larg. Brother and I, mind you, he left by himself with me, got to Earth in 1966. I would have been a poor smashed Lttiav. Females don't often appreciate rivals, especially when they came from an enemy queen."
"Okay, so your people had no idea that there was other life? That's amazing. How long where you on Venus before Rugo ate your Mom?" Dib asked, flipping to a new page.
"Hmm, three year years, maybe." Ishtar laid down on her stomach, still running her fingers though her hair.
"How'd you acquire all that knowledge in only three year?" He asked, amazed and slightly startled.
"Some of it I just knew, others I learned, the rest I get from different radio signals that I get on my antennae." Ishtar replied, with a sigh. Dib watched her 'back' raise up really high.
"Do you have wings, too?" He asked, raising his glasses...erm, eyebrows.
She held up a slender long finger, the short one seemed to just curl there, apparently of no use what so ever. Her super long arm grabbed Dib's and then let go. Ishtar skipped to the stairs and climbed them. After a second or so, he realized he was to follow her.
The two headed up stairs. Dib noticed Ishtar's skips were more lumbering form.
"Do you usually fly?" He asked, maybe later he would get her to fly for him.
"My! Humans are full of questions. So many questions, so little abilities." She murmured.
The heat was like a hot pocket and a Turkish bath all rolled into one massive microwave over. Basically unbearable. Dib actually thought about taking off his trench coat.
Ishtar reached for the doorknob, her fingers attempted to grab but failed miserably each time.
"Here." Dib said, taking her hand-claw thingy and twisted it with her. He was surprised how oddly cool the metal was. "You'll get the hang of it." He told her, letting go of both the knob and her hand.
"Stupid thic doors. What race needs doors for anyway?" She spat, her voice grew deeper in anger. Dib hoped she wasn't angry often, it wasn't pleasant.
"Could you help me with my boots? I can't take them off." Ishtar said, sounding embarrassed. Her antennae fell down, her heart toppers must have been heavy, or (Dib wondered) if she could move them like a cat's ears.
"Sure, can't you-…WOAH!" Dib cried, pulling out his camera. The room was painted bright pink and resembled a tropic jungle, even the carpet was Astroturf.
"What is that?" She asked, narrowing her bug eyes.
"It takes pictures. See." He said as calmly as he could. If she suddenly distrusted him, all would be lost. He hit the picture-taking button to show her that it was harmless.
Three things happened in quick successions when the flash went off.
First, the picture was taken.
Second, Ishtar let out a deep cry of pain, tripping over her self and falling on the fake grass. Her hands grabbed her eyes as she rolled around, making gravel-y noises of anguish.
Third, the film reloaded.
"Are you all right! I'm so sorry!"" He knelt down, taking her hands off her eyes. "It was just a flash…okay?" He took her hands off her red eyes, they seemed to be secreting an oily liquid…no, it was a thin membrane that blinked. She must have had it open when he took the picture.
"Here. " He took off her boots; her feet were just flat with two thick prongs at the ends. Pink, like the rest of her. That's when it hit him.
"Are you some kind of worm?" Dib asked, pulling off her other boot.
"A worm? What do you mean?" She replied his question with a question. Ishtar wiggled her toe things, they seemed unnatural and stiff.
"I mean, like, you're not fully grown yet. That's why you're pink." Dib reasoned, rubbing a cue tip down the boots and placed them in plastic bags, just in case.
"Yes, I'm not a fully grown Larg yet, silly. So…that would make me a worm? Are you a worm, Dib?" She sat up, he noticed how emotionless her face was, her blue eyes stared at him, they made him want to turn away. Inhuman.
Does that make me worm? Dib thought, he knew many times Zim had called him a worm in some form or way, I guess I kind of am a worm.
Instead, Dib said aloud, rather, asked. "How old are you?"
"Dib, did you not want to see my wings?"
"Yes!"" Dib laughed, realizing he was getting a head of himself. He just than he realized something else, his laugh sounded fake to him.
Ishtar inhaled, it was hard to tell what she was thinking or feeling on that emotionless cold bug face. She pulled off her woolly pink sweater to revel the most amazing thing since he saw Big Foot using power tools.
-Meanwhile-
Zim had gotten his base under control, and was now repairing it. The roof first collapsed, but he didn't know it, then the walls rotated several degreases. This had created a huge mess, but not as big as the one under ground. If I described it to you, you would never sleep again.
The whole time, wrathful, he thought of hideous things he would do with the humans.
"G.I.R! Trace the thingy and find out where it came from!" He ordered the tiny robot.
"Sir!" He saluted, his eyes going red momentarily and then went back to their normal blue.
Zim growled, starting the drill back up. He'd have to miss Skool for this, and the Dib-Pig would tell the whole class. He pictured them with torches and pitchforks, storming his beautiful base.
G.I.R, meanwhile, was drawing an eyeglass and a moustache on the computer screen, and then he traced his hand on it. "All done!" He screamed, and ran off.
"It was the Dib-Monkey, wasn't it! Of course it was!" Zim dropped his tools (still on), and went to the computer. He typed in the Tallest phone-screen thingy. He saw the Irken mark come up, and waited.
-At the Tallest Chamber-
"Zim on line one." The computer announced, monotonically.
"Okay, okay. Are you ready?" Purple laughed.
"All filled up!" Red gave him the thumbs up, which really wasn't possible, and put a straw in an enormous brainfreezy filled cup.
"My Tallests!" Zim saluted, on their end it looked like her had a monocle and facial hair. Purple started to snicker, and then cleared his throat.
"What do you want Zim?" He asked, snickering in between words.
"I beg of a special request." Zim replied, though his words were drowned out by Red's slurping. "I need to know how to defeat a hideous creature!" This is when Red held his head and fell to the floor. Two tiny Irkens with red and blue balls taped to their heads came into the room.
"Weewooo, wee woo." They cried, as Zim was explaining what the creature was, and every way it was horrible. Purple didn't hear Zim.
"Nooo! Red!" He fell to his knees and dragged the Brainfreezy over to his side. "You're late! He's dead, you two are fired. You'll get no pay, leave me now to mourn." He gave a fake sob.
"But you never pay us…" One of them said as they walked, confused, slowly away.
"Well, I can see that you're busy so…um…" Zim said, baffled at the eye were the Tallest Purple was wearing. (G.I.R hung upside down the screen and started to draw a hat)
Purple choked on the cherry flavoured ice as he laughed into it. He fell over laughing, hitting his arm on the hang up button.
-With pure Zim now-
"Clearly their answer is in a form of a riddle…I got it! I must get mass quantities of Brainfreezys! But how…Hmmm." We leave Zim with his evil thoughts, and now go back to Dib and Ishtar.
Dib took off his glasses and wiped them with the ends of his trench coat, for they were fogging up. Her body was covered in blue furry that seemed slimy and or shinny. Ishtar quickly hutched down, her wings raising and lowering.
They weren't thin like Dib though, but thick and totally see though. He was amazed, it seemed like every organ was in her wings. No, he thought again, maybe just the lungs. She breaths though her wings. He wondered how it worked, but the only way to truly find that out was to take them apart. He needed to get a closer look, but he knew better than to bend her trust that far… but maybe.
Dib laid a hand on her wing, as they went back down, not too hard, but lightly. He ran his hand over them once. They started to make a humming noise.
"They're amazing." He said amazingly, continuing to pet them. And just like a reptile when you rub it's belly, she soon looked asleep, almost hypnotises.
Dib, being the go getter he is and was, started to take pictures as soon as her thicker eyelid fell. His camera grounded and wound itself. He sat down, content in his evidence for now, and watched her breath.
Soon, the smells from down stairs filled the up. They were sweet smells of cooked food. His stomach growled, he was actually looking forward to eating. I'll take some food to be analysed. He decided to wake up Ishtar.
"Wake up, it's time for Dinner." Dib shook her gently. Ishtar jolted awake, her antennae went around like crazy. She crawled away from him, putting her sweater on in the prosses.
"How long did I rest?" Moth girl asked, running her hands over her heart toppers. She left over her limbs. It was like she was making sure everything was still there.
"Not for long. You just kinda passed out." He lied, sort of.
"Let's go down stair, my wormy friend." Dib nodded, and followed her out of her room and down the stairs.
-Meanwhile-
Gaz sat on the sofa, listening to TV and playing her game. The moment she was waiting for neared. Her game gave several loud beeps and the last secret number were know. She pulled out a piece of paper and wrote them down, together they spelled eleven teen. Gaz looked up just as the commercial started.
"Still playing that out of date hunk of junk? Find all the secret letters and make your way to the Mall in the next Hour and get the ultra deluxe Game Slave D.S! There are only eight, hurry! Before they're all gone!"
She didn't even bother if watching the crazy graphic, she just slid off the couch and pulled out a bat from underneath a sofa seat.
"I'm going to the Mall." She announced, started to walk to the door.
"Make sure your brother goes with you!" Gaz's Father called back from his lab area.
Gaz growled, this time she wouldn't take him, where ever he was.
-With Dib-
Dib sat down in an overly cushiony chair, in a god awful floral pattern kitchen- dinning room thing. He vaguely wondered if any one noticed him gone. What food at in front of him looked lie an aliens failed attempt to make jell-o…there were bits of meat and stuff floating around in it.
He stabbed a fork into the unknown substance, and it made a noise like a genetically altered rat would when you stabbed it with a fork. It was really weird…that Dib carries a fork with him.
Ishtar jabbed him in the side of his large head with a large straw…Needless to say, it was the strangest meal he ever ate.
-Back to ZIIMm!-
Cleverly disguised as an old man walking an off coloured dog, he entered the 247 (Pronounced, I do believe, as 24/7). Much to Zim's displeasure, the sign read out of order.
"What? How can this beee?" He cried, his hands in a half clench. The little Irkrn scuttled up to the counter. "I demand you to give me all your brainfreezys…?" Standing on tippy-toes to see if the man was asleep or not, for his head was down on the counter.
"Fatty Earth Slug!" Zim screamed, suddenly noticing his hands were wet. He picked his hand off the counter, and gave and actual full blown scream, trying to fling the human blood off. He bashed into the chip rank, causing them to topple like dominos. G.I.R clapped happily as Zim moaned in pain, hung over a self.
-End-
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Readers, I need your help! Can Irkens reproduce sexually or have they lost all ability too? You're vote matters.