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 18
"Argh! It's useless!" Zim struck the test tubes and equipment that had been laid out before him and yelled something in Irken, making the usual clicks and, occasionally, slurring his sounds and growling once or twice. The tubes crashed to the floor and shattered upon impact. The contents of the glass cylinders, varying in density and color, created strange pools on the floor as they merged. Zim thrust his fist into the wall. He screamed with rage. "This inferior technology! How am I supposed to do anything with this? This is a waste of time! It's pointless! I have to find some way to make it back to my base…"
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Red removed his disguise as he seated himself on the sofa. Membrane was amazed at the Irkens. He had never seen, nor had he ever dreamed of something so spectacular. So breath taking. The Irkens were marvelous.
The Professor leaned down in front of Tak. She leaned back in response to this. Membrane was intrigued by her eyes and her antenna most of all. The amethyst color of her eyes was amazing in every single way. He reached out and rubbed the top of one of her antenna. Tak's eye narrowed.
Membrane was sent backwards, hard, into the wall. He rubbed the sore on his cheek and looked at the alien girl. Though smaller than him she could still deal a punch as hard as she wished to. Tak leaned over to him and shook her fist in anger. "Rub my antenna again and you'll never see the light of day."
"Can we get down to business?" Red asked as he leaned back. He let himself relax in the couch for a second before he turned to Purple. "This couch is real comfy, huh?"
"Yeah," was his co-Tallest's reply. "Anyways," Purple said as he straightened himself out once more. "We'll have to think of a way to beat them swiftly. If we can do that and make sure that there is absolutely no way for them to escape we'll get them."
"Well duh," came Kim's voice. She pushed herself off of the wall and walked over so that she was standing in front of the television screen. "It's obvious that we have to think of what we have to do to destroy them and it's obvious that we have to make it so that they can't escape. The question is 'how are we going to do that'? Have you thought this through?"
"Yes."
"Ok, what have you come up with?"
They went silent.
Kim stood there, stunned.
"Come on!" She threw her hands up in the air. "Don't tell me that you haven't thought of anything at all! You must have had forever to think about this!"
"Well," came Red's response. "That's partially true…"
"Partially?"
Now was Purple's turn to speak. "You see, not too much is known about the Bludgeon race. Up until a few years ago they were completely oblivious to other races. Sort of like humanity… "Dib cast with father a glance at this comment. Membrane tried to ignore it. "In a short time the twins have become completely adapted to Irken technology. Their connections with the under space sectors help them to get blueprints to whatever ship they need. In fact, the ships they use were once Irken vessels."
"So… Nothing is known about Bludgeons?"
"I'm a afraid not…"
"Argh! It's useless!"
Everyone in the room froze.
Tak smirked. "Kim, I didn't know that you had a tendency to give up so easily. I figured that someone like you would put up a little bit more of a fight than this. It's a real pity…" She flexed her claws out in front of her as Kim glared at her.
"That wasn't me."
"Oh? Who…"
There was a resounding crash that echoed through the room. Clicks, slurs, hisses and growls erupted from the basement where Zim was meant to be working. A shattering sound could be heard even with the door to the stairway closed off, which meant that whatever he broke was either really large or their was a lot of it. Membrane wasn't sure which one he would have preferred. There was a loud crash as something hard struck something else hard. "This inferior technology! How am I supposed to do anything with this? This is a waste of time! It's pointless!" The rest of what Zim said became nothing but a whisper from the other side of the closed door.
The humans in the room froze.
The Irkens looked relatively calm.
A flash ensued throughout the house. Lights flicked on and off once. Twice. Thrice. Then they shut off for a period of time. Purple, who had stood when the lights began to flicker, wandered around in the dark, trying to find his seat. The Tallest bumped into something and yet another crash added to the ones that floated up from the basement. There was a series of groans of throbbing before the lights resumed function. Purple pressed himself off of the ground and, as he looked at the floor, he saw Kim's piercing gaze glaring at him. She thrust her arms upwards and practically threw Purple off. "Get off of me you clumsy oaf!" Purple was thrown backwards and struck his head hard against the chair. He rubbed his head a few times before climbing back into his seat.
There was the sound of a harsh electrical surge. An azure radiance could be seen noticeably shining from under the door to the cellar. Yet another burst of the Irken language could be heard coming from Zim.
Tak's eyes went wide but she remained in her bent over position. The only difference was that her head turned up.
Red's head fell out of the position he had been in. originally he had been holding his head out of boredom. It jumped out of his hand after hearing what Zim said.
Purple, who had been slumping in his chair, embarrassed about what had just occurred, didn't falter from his position. His eye, however, went as large as it seemed possible.
Kim, who had been brushing dirt off on her pants, stood up straight with wide eyes. She looked at Tak who looked at Red who looked at Purple who looked at her. Kim tried to steady herself. She pulled on the edges of her jacket a little to do so. "I… uh… didn't know that Zim had such a… colorful… vocabulary…"
"Why?" inquired Dib. "What did he say?"
"Trust me… You don't want to know…"
Gaz smirked.
"Ok," Dib continued. "If we don't know anything about the Bludgeon race we can't beat them. I know that. What do we know about the twins, Gagnor and Gagnex? There must be something that we overlooked when we thought this through. There's got to be something, a weakness, that we can use against them."
"All I can think of… is…" Purple went silent. He could think of nothing. Most of the information that they had had on the twins had been on the Massive ship. Then again, those tiny little tidbits probably wouldn't have helped all that much anyways. All that he could think of was pointless yet he continued as best as he could, hoping that his memory would be jogged by something. "All that I can think of…" he repeated. "Is…"
"Gna!"
Attention turned towards Red who had sat up in his seat. His eyes were focused on something not known to them. Red pinned his mind on that one thought. It struck his mind so suddenly. He wasn't sure why it had jumped out like that but he was glad for the fact that it had. His claws dug so far into the couch the imprints were left in the fabric. A wide grin had stretched across his face from excitement. Red was content as he turned to face the humans, the small female Irken and his co-Tallest. He was smiling.
"What?" Tak rubbed her head. "What are you talking about?"
"That Bludgeon girl that we saw on the Massive ship! She was… their sister! If we can get to her then maybe we can get to her brothers!"
"That's right!" Purple snapped his fingers with joy. "She was their sister! It's perfect!"
"It's flawed." Everyone turned to Gaz, who had only just spoken up. She had become interested in the conversation again and had decided to speak her mind. Doing this meant that she would state the obvious to the people who were over-looking it. "If she's with her brothers… then how are we going to get to her?"
Red and Purple sank in their seats. Gaz had pointed out the one thing that they had been subconsciously trying to ignore. Though crushed they tried to retain a glimmer of hope. That remained near impossible seeing as they knew nothing of the Bludgeon race and they knew nothing, which would of any use, about the twins.
Dib, though still engrossed in the conversation, noticed a tiny sound. It was barely audible yet was directly behind him. He turned his head a little bit.
Gaz's left eye opened to glare at him. Though he didn't see. "Dib, maybe you have something that can help. I hate to admit it… But your stupid paranormal stuff might come in handy here…"
"Really?" He turned back to the conversation, losing interest in the noise. "I… I guess you're right! Something that I have might help! Come on, I'll take you to my room. That's where I keep all my stuff." He stood up and started towards the staircase that led to his room. "If Gaz is right I might have something that recorded information about Bludgeons. I've collected lots of info on aliens over the years Zim's been here."
Purple stood up and crossed the living room to where the staircase was. His foot stabbed into something hard and his yelled out in surprise. "That stupid door!" he kicked at it with his good foot as though it was an enemy that he was seeing revenge upon. "Who on Irk leaves a door open like this?"
"Speaking of Zim," said Red as he stood. "Someone should check up on him. He's not too good when it comes to obeying direct orders…"
Membrane raised an eyebrow. "What? Is he a rogue?"
"Not exactly… Anyways. Show us what you have Dim."
"It's Dib."
"Whatever. Tak could you…"
"I'll check on Zim." Gaz rose from her seat, clutching her GS3 tight in her grip. Red glanced towards her, stunned, but he continued on. The Irken Tallest nodded his head towards her and then followed Dib, Purple, Membrane, Tak and Kim up the stairs. Gaz walked to the door where the basement was. She leaned over, past the door, and watched them round the corner so that they were completely out of sight. She shut the door to the basement and walked out of the house. A grin, hardly noticeable at all, planted neatly on her pale face.
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Zim cursed. "I have to get out of here…" He looked back to the staircase that led upstairs. The Tallest were up there. The Irken boy didn't dare move. He had been given a direct order not too move from where he was. He was to fix Gir, devise a way to sneak onboard a Bludgeon ship, undetected and finish the installations on his own PAK.
The darkness around him was blocked off slightly as it approached. He had a single lamp on that was to provide him with the light that he needed. It shone down on his head, which he had rested on the metallic table in front of him. His crimson eyes were shut tight and he refused to open them for anything.
He would not open his eyes.
He refused to.
He would keep them closed.
He would stay deep in thought.
He would not let his eyelids flicker.
He would keep them closed.
He would.
He would…
"I'm dancing like monkey now!"
Zim's right eye opened.
He stared at the robot on the table next to his head. Gir was, indeed, dancing. Perhaps not like a monkey but he was dancing nonetheless. The little robot danced an unclear, awkward dance where he had trouble keeping his won balance. His eyes, yes, eyes, were open and blinked at him as he spun once on the metal surface. Gir had, in his only hand, a small tube of metal that he waved around wildly above his head. Zim had outfitted the tiny robot with a new eye and a new leg. Unfortunately, due to the lack of Irken technology and the lack of tools that he required he had to diminish the poor little robot's look. Not knowing where any of the tools, proper equipment and whatnot in the lab didn't seem to help in his efforts much either.
Gir's eye, indeed, was lit. But the inferior light of a common household light bulb lighted it. The bulb did not stick out as much as Gir's other eye, which made it uneven and even more peculiar. His new leg was comprised of the base of one of Membrane's inventions. Zim hadn't been too sure of what the device had been used for but he figured that it had something to do with a garage. The device that he had used was black with one white circle close to the end. It was rectangular at the base and gradually diminished in size as it approached the tiny automaton's 'waist'.
The little robot smiled at his master with his deviously cute grin. He plunked his body down and placed the tube between his legs along with his working arm. "Why did you toss the tubes?"
Zim lifted his head from the table and glanced over the side. He stared at the shards of glass and the chemicals that seeped onto the floor. Something unnatural had begun to merge in with the floor but he wasn't all too interested. "Because, Gir, I am mad."
"Why is master mad?"
"Because he can't think of a solution to the problem."
"Which one?"
Zim's eye focused on the robot again. "What do you mean 'which one'? We only have one problem. The twins want to destroy the Irken Empire. That's the problem."
"What about her?"
"Who?"
"You know." Gir smiled at him. His blue eye squinted up tight as he grinned. Zim hadn't been aware that his smile was able to stretch as wide as that.
"No. I really don't… Contrary to what you're saying I have to find a way to get out of here… Think of something Gir! Think of something!"
"Walk."
"Eh?"
Gir stood up, leapt off of the table and crossed the invention room to the staircase at the other end. He put one foot on the first stair and then pulled his tiny body up so that he was standing on the stair. He looked back at his master and motioned for him to follow him. Zim, though hesitant, did, indeed, follow the tiny robot. He crossed the room, his antenna wriggling in wonder, and walked over to his robot. Gir continued up the stairs, motioning to Zim whenever he stopped. Zim did continue after him, he was curious as to where the robot was going with this.
At the top of the stairs Gir lay on his chest plate and pushed on the door. It slid open quietly and Zim could hear the conversation that went on in the living room. In a matter of seconds he became engrossed in what they were saying, wondering if they were talking about him.
"Ok," It was the voice of the human, Dib. "If we don't know anything about the Bludgeon race we can't beat them. I know that. What do we know about the twins, Gagnor and Gagnex? There must be something that we overlooked when we thought this through. There's got to be something, a weakness, that we can use against them."
A weakness… It will please the Tallest if I find a weakness that the Bludgeons have. If I can get out of here… Argh! Of all the luck! Bludge is on the other corner of the galaxy in the Oalvix star system… There must be… Hey… Where's Gir?
Zim, snapping back from his thoughts, looked around. Gir was no longer seated next to him at the top of the stairs. As he peered out of the door he saw him.
Gir was sitting behind the sofa. His arm was waving at Zim, that same smile planted on his face. He had snuck over there while the others were engrossed in their conversation.
The Irken boy started to panic. He motioned for Gir to come back towards him, sure that he would be in a lot of trouble. Gir just did the same motion back to him. Then the robot turned around and started crawling towards the door. He went so slow that he could have been a snail had he had a shell on. A few times the little automaton looked back and would urge Zim to follow him.
Lost for what to do Zim gave up. It would be a good way to make it out. He would be able to make it back to the base in one peace. Seeing as it was so dark out the people that were still wandering the streets wouldn't be able to tell who he was. The ship crashing in the park had depleted the power in the lampposts in most of the area. As long as he stayed out of what light there was he would be fine.
Zim crawled, on his belly, out of the doorway and slipped into the room, unnoticed.
"Gna!"
Zim stopped in his tracks. Red yelling had surprised him. But he continued nonetheless. Zim put one hand in front of the other. His feet were dragging behind him. For a moment a chill ran up his spine. The Irken stopped for a brief moment before he continued on his way.
The way he was going was perfect. He was slipping through the room quickly and he was heading towards the door much faster than he had anticipated. Then, something horrible, that he had not wished to happen, happened. A creak rose up from the floorboards beneath him. Though it only lasted a second it felt like it had been an hour long to Zim. He stared at the floor for a moment, wide-eyed, hoping that no one had heard that. Much to his discontent Dib's head turned slightly. Zim had noticed that the Earth boy's ears had pricked up at the sound. Zim held his breath. He pressed his body up close to the couch, hoping that if Dib did look behind him he would not see the Irken as he tried to make his escape.
"Dib, maybe you have something that can help. I hate to admit it… But your stupid paranormal stuff might come in handy here…"
Zim's antenna told him that Dib had turned his head around again. He let out his breath, slowly, and continued on his way, much faster this time.
"Really? I… I guess you're right! Something that I have might help! Come on, I'll take you to my room. That's where I keep all my stuff." Zim realized that Dib had stood up and had started towards the staircase. "If Gaz is right I might have something that recorded information about Bludgeons. I've collected lots of info on aliens over the years Zim's been here."
Oh! You horrible human!
As everyone in the room stood and walked over to the stairs Zim took the small amount of time that he had to stand on his feet, rush the last of the ways to the door and pull it open. Gir hurried out after him. Zim placed his hand on the door as he closed it, trying to make it as quiet as possible. As he looked through the crack he realized that he had failed to notice that the Gaz-human was still standing in the room. Though she had stood up she had not moved from her spot. Zim watched as she crossed the room and headed for the basement door and the staircase.
Zim's eyes went wide.
Gaz-human! You stinking human! He hurried across the lawn, avoiding the laser fences, and ran down the street as quickly as he could. She saw me! She's going to give me away! That stinking human! Though there were people on the street he found that it was easy to make it through. Zim had Gir under his left arm and he ran at top speed through the crowd. Because the lampposts in the area had been damaged slightly the light given out by them was severely dimmed. It was as if he still had his disguise on he was able to move so easily. Zim grinned wide as he rushed down the street towards his base.
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"Let's go Gir! The trip will take us a while."
Zim ran up the stairs of his house to the attic where his ship was. He pushed the door open, flung himself inside the room and ran to his Voot Runner. The Irken threw the lid open and leapt inside. He flickered at several differing switches and check how well his ship could hold out in space. The repairs had been done to acceptable standards.
He beamed. Something was finally going his way.
"I'm not letting you leave…"
Zim's eyes went wide. He turned his head to the right. All he saw was his window. There was nothing else. For a moment he thought that Gir had recorded something. "Gir! I told you to stop recording voices!"
The little robot looked at him blankly.
Zim turned back to the window.
"I'm not over there."
The Irken boy nearly jumped out of his green skin at the sound of the voice. He backed up to the right side of his Voot Runner and stared at the shadow that had, somehow, made its way aboard his ship without him knowing. The figure's hand moved along the controls. A single button was flicked. The lights in the ship were activated and Zim was able to see who had scared him half to reactivation. He wasn't sure whether to feel relieved, angry, or confused. He couldn't understand it at all. "You?"
"Me."
"But! How did you…" He pointed to the window and then looked back at the person in his ship. Then he shook his hands in front of himself. "Never mind. Get out."
"You're not going alone you idiot. You'll never be able to blend in well enough to last even a single day. You're too much of an idiot."
"Do not invoke the wrath of ZIM!"
She smirked.
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Brooke: Anyone know who it is? I think that it would be obvious…
Zim: But we have some pathetic humans in the audience.
Brooke: By pathetic humans he's referring to the 1400 people that have read this story and have not reviewed it. Anyways. We have two new reviews to catch up on so… Fiendmon, I think it's your turn.
Fiendmon: First we have a review from The Illustrious Crackpot. Hmm… I like that name… Describes Batty too.
Batty: (frowns)
Brooke: Zim's thoughts on Bludgeon DNA come out again in a few chapters. Like I said, this is going to be a long fanfic so it may take some time before we get to those 'SUPER TITANIC BATTLES OF DOOM!' but I'm having it pick up now. Thanks for the review. 'This is one of the best IZ fics I've read!' I liked that comment. Just like I liked the H.P. one. Thanks!
Impmon: Me now! Ok… Another review from CrazyMonkeyFox
Brooke: LOL, you know what. I have the same thoughts on Membrane as you do. I mean, if he's such a scientist then why doesn't he keep his mind open to the possible? After all, the likelihood of us being completely alone in the universe is just plain stupid. Even if it's only like a plant and it's like a hundred miles away there's got to be something! Anyways, I'm getting off topic. Thanks for the review! (Love your I.E.A.B. fic! Whoo!)
Batty: Now everyone gets cake!