Warning! This story is going to be very long! If you cannot stand long stories then do not read. If you do not like stories about incompetent aliens that no one likes then do not read this. If you cannot stand reading about the imminent destruction of Earth and enemies having to unite to stop the greater threat then DO NOT READ!!!
Thank you, that is all…
Invader Zim- The End?
Chapter 15
Meanwhile in the west end park…
Gir sat up. He looked around him. His sensors were detecting a tremendous amount of pain coming from his neural system, which was, thankfully, busted up pretty well. He glanced down at his blue chest plate and realized that it had been pried open from falling through the metal of the ship. The wires were loosely hanging out from it and he noticed that he was dented up badly. His right arm was completely gone and he became aware of the fact that his antenna was too.
Gir looked up.
He was under a large amount of rubble.
It had all fallen on top of him when the ship landed. He had been so busy playing that he had not had the time that he needed to take in that fact that that bulky strip of metal was going to crush him flat as a pancake.
And so he was flat as a pancake.
Gir popped his body up and blew on his finger, which opened so that the air could get in. (Don't ask me about this, just visualize and laugh.) He blew hard and then his body popped back into shape. He couldn't really tell but he thought that his head was a little bigger that it should have been. So, being Gir and all, he lifted the metal that was close to him away, walked to another piece, and started to bang his head against it hard to get his head back to its normal size.
Unfortunately for the little mechanized person he only ended up creating yet another dent to add to the collection of them that he already had.
One of his eyes was busted, he could tell just from looking around. Everything seemed to be less so than before and he had some trouble processing what some things were. He couldn't tell, for example, when he lifted a piece of metal away to clear a path, that a squirrel was a harmless creature. Not knowing if it was he assumed that it was dangerous, gripped it by the tail and hurled it right at the metal so hard that he created a hole that he was able to climb through. The squirrel, of course, went flying. Keef chased after it.
Gir looked around him again now that he was out in the open once more. "Master? Where are you, master?"
He could just hear his master in his head from his recorded version of when they landed. Zim said in the recording, 'I'm right here Gir. It's me. And keep quiet. Do you want to wake up this whole planet?'
In response to the voice in his head Gir said: "I do…" Gir ended up replaying the entire day in his head. He answered to what Zim said and he silently closed his eyes as she watched the automatic video recording from that day. Gir smiled at seeing his master again. He liked his master. He was nice. (Not really but this is Gir's mind, he thinks that everybody's nice.)
As he stretched his mind into the second day he was interrupted by some voices. They belonged to men; he was able to figure that out immediately. They were right above him too. He was able to figure that out once the forth man spoke. They said:
"Hey! Look at this?"
"What is it?"
"I don't know."
"Looks like another piece of alien equipment."
"Maybe we should take it to professor Membrane's house. Or his lab."
"That sounds like a good idea if you ask me."
"Well how do we move it? We don't know if it's dangerous or not."
There was a silence that lasted about five minutes. Gir took this time to play more of the days he had been with his master in his head. Then the men began to speak again. Gir stopped the video and listened. They said:
"Maybe we should get the trolley and load it onto that."
"That'll be better."
"Bob, you go and get the trolley."
"Why do I have to?"
Gir heard a woman's voice cut into the conversation now. "Hey, what did you guys find? Oh! It's so cute!"
"Cute?"
"Yes, cute! Look at it. The poor thing. It's missing an arm. It looks so helpless."
Gir giggled.
He heard the people, except the woman, gasp in surprise and he heard them back away as their shoes clinked on the metal around them. He felt a warmth come over his head just above where his eye was broken and then he felt himself be lifted into the air in a set of smooth, silky, thin arms. He still had his eyes closed when her felt himself be held out and supported above the ground in the woman's hands. Then he heard her breathe out in a huff. "Are you awake little guy? Hello? Are you?"
Gir let one of his eyes blink once. In that time he was able to see that the woman that held him was in her teens, maybe 18 years old, and she had purple hair that stood up on her head. He also saw that she had a nose and ear piercing. Her lips were a bright red and her eyes were a bright gold. She smiled at him. Then he heard her say: "I saw that. You are awake. What's your name?"
"It's probably just another one of those 'Sir' things we found earlier," came the voice of one of the men behind her.
Gir shook his head. "Gir."
"Gir?" came another man's voice. "What does the G stand for?"
"I don't know…" Gir let his head hang cutely. He heard the teenage girl giggle.
"Can you please look at me?" came her voice.
Gir contemplated this. He let his working eye blink on and looked at them. There were five men in total and just the one woman. Three of the men looked exactly alike, brown hair and a mole under their nose to the right of the lips. The other two men looked similar but one was younger and had no gray in his hair. The other was older and had a lot. Gir realized that they were all related.
But he didn't really care.
The little mechanized person wriggled out of the girl's hands and fell to the piece of metal underneath. He stumbled but was able to keep his balance. Gir stood at attention and let his eye turn red. "I gotta go lady and mens. I'll see you later…" He let his jets come to life, surprised and happy that they were still online, and let himself float in the air just in front of the girl's face. "I gotta go lady and mens! I'll see you later!" With that he turned the jets and headed in the direction of… he didn't know what.
The men and the woman stood in the rubble, charred and confused.
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Gir looked around over the city. He had no idea where his master could have gone. He had checked the house and the city cesspool. He had checked the mall and the candy shop. He had checked the school and he had checked Dib's dad's lab. Zim hadn't been in any of those places.
The little robot thought to himself. Gir surveyed the area.
He had no idea where his master could have gone. He had checked everywhere except for one place that came to mind. The last place that he could think of was the home of the bigheaded boy and his pretty younger sister. Gir though about the bigheaded boy. It was the size of an elephant that head. Then he thought about the girl who was his younger sister. She seemed nice.
Gir looked around him again.
He had an awful hard time telling where he was or what he was looking at considering his horrible eyesight. When he had gone to the Membrane labs he had actually lost his sight for a while and set off the alarm. People had come running up the hallways like the labs were on fire or were about to detonate and send them all to their deaths. When they saw the robot he knew that they were there but he had not been able to see them at all. It had taken him four minutes of crashing into walls and hearing them laugh. His working eye had returned back to it's, relatively, normal state and he had been able to make it out of the labs before he was grabbed and examined.
The little automaton sat down on the rooftop that he had taken up and looked at his little, dented legs as they hung limply over the edge. He didn't really know what he should do next. He could always go to the bigheaded boy's house and look for his master but he wasn't all too sure that he would be there. His master never really liked the boy but Gir didn't know why, he seemed nice. Then the thought of the girl crossed his mind again. He remembered when she barged into the house and told him to take her to where his master was. He couldn't help but stare at her when they traveled to the teleport pads. She was real purty! The thought of her and his master crossed his mind afterwards. When they had been at the riverside he had detected heightened heart rates in the girl and his master's blood had been circulating through his body much faster than it should have.
Happy with what he had discovered Gir stood on his beat up and hurt legs and looked down at the ground.
His jets had given out not too long ago and he wasn't too sure if he would be able to make it all the way there. But he had no choice but to try. In fact, he didn't even bother to check how well he would have been able to do it. He just went for it.
Gir jumped off the side and activated his jets. They popped from the base of his legs and pushed him through the air. He directed his body forwards so that he was able to move quickly through the wind. Gir felt very proud of himself for being so well organized in a time of need. He was aware that he had been given upgrades in the four years that they had been on earth but he always liked to convince himself that he had become more accustomed to his life and was getting better at understanding orders when they were given. At one point he had found that he was able to go against a request where Dib asked to come in the house. He had felt very good about that!
"Halt! Stop in the air that you are currently in!"
Gir didn't stop. He looked behind him.
"I said stop!"
It was a man in a helicopter. There was he, a scientist and the pilot. They closed in to the robot. The scientist had some sort of shocking device in hand and his arm was stretched out in an effort to get at Gir. The pilot carefully flew the air currents and attempted to get close enough for him to be caught. Then there was the last man who commanded orders to him from behind to try and get him to trust them or at least come closer.
Gir flipped on his back at he flew and looked at them. "Can I have a headless clown?"
The scientist raised a brow. The pilot swerved for a second. The man with the megaphone let it slip a little with confusion. Gir smiled at the three of them, flipped back into his normal position, and then continued on his way.
But they did not give up on the little machine as he hurried through the air.
No, they called for backup.
Gir stopped dead as three more helicopters came up. One was in front of him and then there were two to his sides plus there was the one that had already been chasing him as it came up behind him. The little robot looked around him. Some of the helicopters had huge guns on them and they were poised and ready to fire at him. Gir's little form was tiny compared to the huge armor and weapons that coated each chopper. He was completely surrounded and his jets, as they blinked for fuel, were failing. There was nothing he could do. Gir was utterly trapped…
One hour later
Gir lifted himself out of the dumpster as the hobo ate his sandwich with glee. The little automaton starred around him. He was in an ally and, not too far away, was the bigheaded boy's house.
He looked back to the hobo and smiled. "Thanks for the adventure!"
"Ya! My favorite part was when the pigs came flying down and sliced that bounty hunter up good."
"Really? I liked dressing up like tacos and dancing around on the CN tower in Toronto!"
The hobo bit down on his sandwich and waved to Gir as he headed out of the ally.
(I watched 'Gaz: Taster of Pork' the other day.)
Gir looked around. He saw the bigheaded boy's home. He also saw a crowd of people all around the door. He heard someone yelling something then a door slamming. His sensors detected that the area around the doorway was being heated more so than it should have been. It was being molded shut. He looked into the crowd. Being a few meters away they had not noticed him yet.
But it didn't take them to long to do so.
"Hey! Look at that!"
The entire crowd shifted their gaze to someone that was pointing to Gir. Then they followed his gaze and they all peered into the one, working, blue eye of the tiny robot. Gir's antenna fell for a moment as they starred at him.
"It's a robot!"
"Maybe it belongs to one of the aliens!"
"Wow!"
There was a large amount of scuffling feet as people hurried over to him.
Gir leapt to attention and ran out of the road and crossed to a fence. He jumped over it, landed in the bigheaded boy's backyard, and ran to the back door. He crossed over the porch and hurriedly pounded on the door.
A green head looked out of the window. It had a large head and purple eyes with donuts stuffed in his mouth. The Irken failed to look down and see the little robot and so, instead, crossed back over the room and left Gir outside.
The robot fell down. His leg gave out and he had an even harder time keeping track of his memory banks. His entire system was a jumbled mess of broken wires and fused chips. He was a total mess. A complete wreck. Gir was certain that his entire system would shut down in a minute or two. With no access to any repairs he wasn't even able to fix up what portions of his body that he could. (Yet another upgrade.) Gir sighed and leaned against the wall letting his eye flicker one and off a few times.
He felt a click behind him and then he felt nothing underneath him.
The concrete porch that he had been sitting on was no longer there.
Gir fell.
He tumbled through a long chute that carried him far underground. His head constantly hit the sides of the metal chute and he was jerked back to a painful life that he had. The little robot was tossed and turned about in the chute. He was thrown from one side to the other and constantly bashed up against the sides. That is until…
Gir fell out in a large lab that was buried underneath the house.
A pair of eyes, covered by thick goggles, looked at him with surprise.
He looked back.
The man in front of him was mostly shadowed in black but Gir was able to see that he had black hair like the night where a tuft stood up on his head, a white trench coat… or lab coat… that covered his body and he was very tall. As tall as his master's masters maybe.
The man glared at him from behind those huge goggles.
Then he said, in a booming deep voice: "What a strange little thing you are."
Gir let his working eye look at the man for a moment. Then he blinked out and the man watched as his tiny head clinked onto the surface of the table. Gir let his system shut down and his chips rest for the precious moments that he had left…
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Brooke: A little Gir chapter for the Gir fans that read my story!
Zim: We got more reviews from the last time. Fist we have… oh. We have replies from B gal and CrazyMonkeyFox regarding what we said in the end of the last chapter.
Brooke: Kay. Thanks for telling me guys. B Gal, I know what bleedman you're talking about now so thanks for that. CrazyMonkeyFox, thanks for telling me about the reviews thing, I may be on each day but I don't really do anything but check for stats and new reviews… go figure. So thanks for that, I've enabled it now so anyone can send in a review.
Impmon: We have two reviews from someone named I demand more piggies.
Jack: Says her name is Kim.
Brooke: Kim got an account. Good for her…. Then again… it's about time… I guess… Anyways… this chapter explains what happened to Gir and all that stuff. Glad you like the ZAGR in the story too. See you later… literally…
Gir: They're friends! Whoo!
Fiendmon: No… really? Duh! (taps computer screen) R&R peoples!
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(Gir claps)