Invader Zim The End? Chapter 21: Hot Cocoa and Warm Blood, an invader zim fanfic

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!!!

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Invader Zim- The End?

Chapter 21

Shattered glass and broken metal lay all around him. As ha lay there he looked around, only moving his eyes, his head was far too sore. The land beneath him was blue, the blades of grass slightly darker. As his eyes reached for the sky he met the sight of poisonous clouds forming in the backdrop. They loomed over him, as well as the rest of the world that he was on. The plants around him were quite strange. A tree near by was a deep black but the leaves were a bright red, like blood. The bark was ridged and pointy in some places. It wasn't a real surprise that the tree gave him thoughts of bad things. One bad thing that really came out at him was a really mean kitten. The sky, thought clouded in death, looked simply beautiful. It was an amazing thing, looking up at something like that. He assumed that normally he would have been afraid. The darkness that blanketed the land made him feel tired, exhausted, and exasperated all at the same time.

He sighed deeply and closed his eyes.

Relaxing on the surface felt good. It was very refreshing to merely lie there. He felt as though he hadn't a care in the world. The burdens that had once pulled at his antennas were no longer there and he felt as though he was finally content with how things were going in his life.

He allowed his fingers to flex and grab for a few blades of grass. His head was slowly regaining the ability to move without pain. As he turned to look at the blades in his hand his eyes fell on the broken metal not too far from him. They were writhed in twisted formations from his crash. What surprised him the most was the fact that, at that very moment, he couldn't care less. He felt happy and he didn't wish for that feeling to go away.

There was a small sound not to far away from him. He allowed it to echo in his head for a moment before the thought of it dispersed entirely and he was left with nothing more than the sound of the winds. It was such a beautiful thing. He wondered why he was feeling in such a way. He was aware of what he was meant to do but for some reason all that pressure seemed to drop from his shoulders and land in a puddle that sat beneath him.

A puddle?

His hand rolled off of his chest and moved towards the pool that had gathered beneath him. It pulled up a small sample, pushing it up close to his face. The substance that he saw was dark green in color. In any healing container it would have looked a differing color but at that moment, because he was out in the open, he found that it was a lovely shade of dark green.

Amused, he began to pull up more of the substance. Each time he allowed it to slowly drain through his opening fingers. He watched as it fell back into the puddle. During his forth time he noticed something strange about this substance.

In the part that he had pulled up there was another substance, another liquid, which added to his beautiful, green one. He pushed his head more sod to the side. Indeed a red substance had dispersed from an unknown source and infiltrated his first one. As he looked closer he found that it smelt strange and the texture was peculiar as well.

He became curious to know where it was coming from, the red and green. He leaned his head forward and attempted to sit up. But he was stopped by an immense pain that dripped into his mind and stung at him with all of its force. He pulled his head up and rested his arms next to his for more support as his chest rose. The pain that dwelled within him was immense but he continued.

As he glanced down at his paining body he saw something that brought all of the pressure back to him. All the fears that had diminished over the time that he had been lying there came back to him. All the happiness that had made its way into his mind was destroyed and he was left with nothing but his pain and sorrow. The green substance, the one that coated his gloves and sat all around him, was from his own body. His stomach oozed forth his own blood and it had stained his clothes as it seeped down his sides. What frightened him the most, however, was not what came from within him, no. What terrified him, and even filled him with dread, was what was next to him.

It was Gaz.

Her head was leaning against him lightly on the right side of his body. The girl's eyes were closed, her mouth open slightly. Her hair was thrown wildly over his stomach, sinking in with his own blood. Gaz's forehead leaked her crimson blood and let it run down her pale face. Her stomach was bleeding as well and, as he looked further down, he could see that a large shard of broken metal sat lodged in her right leg. The human's right hand was beside her neck and was holding onto his hand, tightly. Her other hand lay on the ground, stretched away form her body, her long fingers curled slightly. Her outfit was torn where her wounds were and part of her shirt sleeves were torn as well.

Zim sat up fast. Her head moved slightly. "Gaz-human? Gaz-human! Wake up! Gaz-human! Gaz!!" The Irken allowed his claws to lightly brush away at her hair. He tore of a piece of fabric from his arm and placed it to her temple where the blood leaked the most. He applied slight pressure to the wound as he held the cloth in place. "Wake up Gaz-human! You must wake up!"

Ignoring his pain completely he pushed her head off and let it down onto the ground, slowly. Zim pulled his shoulder pad off and then ripped off his left sleeve. He placed it to the wound on her side and pressed hard to stop the blood's continuous flow. The Irken mopped at the blood that had made its way out already and hurried in his efforts. He carefully pulled the piece of metal that occupied her leg out and flinched back as Gaz let out a moan of pain.

Zim hurried in his effort to cleanse her of her wounds. "Gir, get me healing tools from the ship! Hurry! Gir?" As he pressed onto her leg with the cloth from his left arm he found that his robot was nowhere to be seen. "Not again! Gir! Gir, answer me! Where are you?!"

There came no reply from the vast, open space that was around him.

Zim turned back to the human before him and cautiously patted at the blood on her face. He recalled something that he had learned while studying the human body. It was possible to tell of a human's heart rate by placing a finger to their neck or their wrist in the correct spot. Zim took told of Gaz's arm and turned her hand over to see her wrist. He positioned his claws on the correct spot and waited for the pulse of her heart.

It was slow.

It was very slow.

Zim's eyes went wide. "Gaz-human… You can't die… think of what your brother will do to me if I let you die here…"

He had lost a lot of blood.

Zim began to feel strange. His head began to feel heavy and he felt himself too weak to keep it up at the moment. Zim saw black and white spots in front of his vision. No longer was he able to see where Gaz's wounds were. No longer was he able to se her pale face. He felt himself losing strength. Zim dabbed at where he assumed her side wound was. He felt so weak. Zim didn't think that it was possible for him to feel that way…

Yet he did…

He fell.

Zim's head struck the ground hard and he coughed up a globule of his green blood. I can't save her in this condition… I must be fine myself… Wait! If I can make it to the Voot Runner… I might be able to get the spare and save her… He tried to pull his body up and off of the ground once more. Zim sat on his elbows and inched towards the broken ship's storage container. A trail of blood was left behind him.

He opened the container slowly, dripping his own blood inside of it. His claws wrapped around the cord of a strange device. He pulled it out and went back for Gaz. Zim couldn't stop himself from throwing up another globule of blood. He felt so weak… But he wouldn't be able to save her if he initiated the healing function of his PAK just yet. If he did that then there was no hope left for the Gaz.

Zim outstretched his arm and turned her other so that her back was facing him. He looked at the black and silver device held in his hand. "I'm going to be in so much trouble for doing this…" He pushed the device onto her back and applied enough pressure for the cords to sink into her skin.

The Irken couldn't hold his head up anymore.

He rested his head on the ground and said: "PAK activation…"

There was a ringing sound.

"Healing operative activated," came a computer's voice.

Zim smirked. His PAK whirred with life and, just as he fell into an unconscious state, he noticed a trail or red. It was a long line of blood that had seeped from the girl. Gaz had crawled, or dragged herself, all the way over from the other side of the wreckage… She had come all that way, in pain… for him?

"Gaz…"

Then there was nothing before him.

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Dib sighed. He currently occupied the cafeteria of the ship. It was a small one but a cafeteria nonetheless. There were about six tables in total, varying between shades of blue and green, with about two or three chairs around each one. On a stand close by there was a food-processing machine. Kim had added a cocoa machine to it.

Tak had remained on the ship's front with Kim. She had still been going over the manual when he left. Idu had decided to accompany Dib through the ship. The boy wasn't exactly sure if Idu really cared that much for him or not. After all, sitting on her might not have been the best first impression ever.

Dib glanced over at the robot. She was by the food machine, rubbing her chin as she thought of what she would have. Idu reached up and found that she was too small. Dib watched the little robot frown with loath and kick the table that the machine was on, hard. Idu's eyes lit up and she gripped her foot with pain as she hobbled about on one leg. She lost her balance and fell to the floor, smashing her metallic chin in the process. Dib stood up. "Do you want some help with that?"

Idu stood up and glared at him. "I don't need help. I can do it if I want to." She looked up, rubbing her chin again. Idu opened the top hatch to her head and allowed a type of grappling hook to shoot out and curl around the machine's top. The little robot was then pulled up and landed on top. She nearly lost her balance but she was able to stay on the surface. Idu sighed with relief, stood up, her hands on her hips, and smiled at Dib as though she had just done something that he could not. "You see? I don't need you help."

"I was just asking…" Dib rested his cheek in his hand and sighed. He looked out of one of the few windows in the room. Gazing at the stars he felt very safe. "Where are we going?"

Idu crossed over close to him. "Kim's set our co-ordinates for Irk. It's only inevitable that Zim would go there… even if he is banished…" She sat down and started to eat a chicken dipped in mayonnaise.

"Banished?" Dib didn't turn his head from its position looking out the window but he did roll his eyes over to watch Idu in question.

"Oh, that's right. You haven't been told. Well, the Irken you continuously fight with, Zim, is a defect. He was banished from Irk for destroying more than any other invader."

"I don't see what's so wrong with that." He set his arm down, facing the robot once more.

"The problem is… he destroyed all the other invaders." Idu shrugged. "Go figure."

"How do you know so much?"

"Duh!" Idu stood up quickly and tapped Dib on the head a few times. "I'm an Irken-made robot! I'm a SIR unit! For such a large cranium you sure aren't that smart." Idu sat down, completely ignoring Dib's infuriated face. "Anyways, I know all sorts of stuff about Irk and what goes on there. I still have a communicator on one of the information signalers so I can always tell what's going on."

"Huh… I guess that'd be useful."

"Duh, again."

"You have a very Kim personality, you know that?"

"Yeah. Her parents say I'm like the twin Kim never had." She let the liquid that she had in her drink swirl around a little bit before drinking it. "You know… save for the fact that I'm made of metal and have a hard drive for a heart and a computer chip for a brain. Other than that I'm just like her."

"Do you have a downloaded personality of her?"

"Hell no. We're just alike. Downloading personality from humans is far too risky. The last time that we tried that what we downloaded her personality onto thought it was her. Man… What a week that was… We had to leave Paris just because of that. Shame too… I really liked it there."

"What got her personality?"

"An android."

Dib sank. "For me it was a ship."

"Oh, that's bad."

"Yeah."

Idu looked at her little metal feet. She tried to think of something to say. "Oh! You know what's funny about the Paris thing?" Dib looked up at her, sitting back up in his chair. Idu was a little bit happier that she had sparked another conversation. Silence was a little uncomfortable for her. That was the only thing that separated her from Kim. "A year after we left Paris it was bombarded with rabid chipmunks. Ah… They begged us to come back. That had to be the best thing ever. It happened over the summer. Kim believes that it was an alien attack based on the fact that people all over the planet love that city. Me…" Idu took a swig from her drink. "I just think that some guy screwed up his aim while trying to conquer Earth. That's what I think."

"Yeah. I guess whoever did that would have to be a real idiot, huh?"

"Yup."

Dib left his seat and crossed the small room to the cocoa machine. Being within the cold void of space, even in a ship so warm as Kim's, left a cool chill that ran down your spine. The Earth boy felt that chill and was urged to grip a warm cup of cocoa to replenish the warmth that had once been inside of his body. He examined the buttons, carefully choosing which selection that he would most prefer for this type of cold. In the end he chose Vanilla. Dib placed the cup under the spout and pressed the button that would pour the drink he so wanted.

Idu slowly swished around the drink that she had. She looked at the peculiar pink color and took a small sip. "So… What's this I hear about you and Kim?"

"How do you know these things so quickly?" Dib picked up his full cup and crossed back to their table. He seated himself down in his blue chair and set the cup on the table as he waited for it to cool. Occasionally he would blow on it to help in the effort.

"Kim's got a device that links right into her brain. It's not a surprise that I can lock onto the signal." Idu lightly flicked her antenna at him. "What do you think this is for?"

"Huh… It's kind of like on that movie. Short Circuit 2."

"Are you saying that I'm malfunctioning?"

"What? No. I was just thinking about something." Dib took a sip from his drink.

"And, huh… what's the status on you and Tak?"

Dib's eyes went wide and stared off at the wall behind Idu. His cup was jerked away from his mouth, the contents dripping to the floor. His cheeks bulged with what he had until the sheer shock of what the robot had said reached his lips. Dib's cocoa was spewed out of his mouth, spreading across the table and coating Idu in a think, vanilla-flavored beverage. Dib coughed up a few times, trying to speak desperately. "W-Why w-w-would you s-say th-that?"

"Tak has a brain transistor too. Duh."

"Well… Nothing's happening there. Maybe with Kim but… With Tak? No. We're not even of the same species. How could you think that? Why would you think that? And besides… How would you get proof to support your theory?"

"It seems that you spraying your drink all over me," Idu stated as she shook her legs off, "is proof enough." The little automaton leapt off of her chair and walked to a near by table, leaving Dib to think. She pulled down a few paper towels from the roll and rubbed herself off.

"Well… it's not true. I can tell you that. Tak's just… Not my type…" He hung his head lightly. What am I saying? I don't know if there's something there or not. But… If there is… Is it ok? I mean we're not exactly on the same page. Well, if you count the fact that we both want to get at Zim then sure… I guess we're alike but… Gah! I can't get what happened out of my head! She held my hand! She punched me after wards but she still held my hand!

Dib heard a creaking sound from outside of the door. He leaned around in his seat and peered at the door. Unfortunately for him he wasn't all too good at balancing his own weight. Dib toppled over and crashed to the metallic floor with a resounding thud. He cut his jaw as he went down. Dib cried out in shock and rubbed his jaw. His fingers touched the crimson blood that seemed from his lip. "Ow…"

Idu passed him a towel.

Dib accepted it. "Thanks."

They sat in silence for quite some time. Each drank their own drink. It wasn't for twenty minutes after Dib fell was the silence broken by the speakers. It's was Kim's voice. She erupted through the ship. "Idu? I finally got the speakers working. I need you to come to the bridge and help me out. He's being childish again."

Dib looked at her. "He?"

"It's nothing…" The robot hurried out of the room, leaving him with his cocoa. Dib sat there in the silence. He was, once more, surrounded by nothing but metal. The space outside was beautiful as any sunset. The room as quiet as any graveyard.

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Tak walked down the hallways of the ship. As she stepped into a newer section the lights turned on to greet her. She was quite content with the type of technology that Kim had acquired. Although it was nothing compared to an Irken vessel it was a good form of transportation if you were to enjoy being treated well. And so Tak did enjoy being treated well. The fact that the ship was like a living thing proved to make her enjoy it more so.

Kim had asked her to retrieve her SIR unit from wherever they were. Tak was aware that Idu was with Dib so she decided to follow the human's scent right to him. Humans had a very strong and pungent scent so it was fairly easy to tell him apart from whatever else was on the ship. What came as a disadvantage was the fact that Dib had seemed to visit varying parts of the ship before he settled down. It had taken her quite some time to locate where the human had gone off to.

The Irken female followed the scent to where it grew strongest.

She ended up in front of a metallic doorway. A plaque close by read that it was the ship's cafeteria. Tak touched her hand to the door but stopped as she noticed voices within the room. She quietly pressed her antenna to the door and listened to what was being said.

"… saying that I'm malfunctioning?" Tak recognized that to be the small robot's voice. Idu her name was. It was the SIR unit that Kim had asked her to retrieve from Dib.

"What? No. I was just thinking about something." This time she recognized Dib's voice. There was a sound as though someone were drinking something. The smell of warm cocoa escaped through the cracks of the room and Tak could smell it very clearly. It smelled horrendous to her.

"And, huh… what's the status on you and Tak?"

Tak's eyes went wide open. She overheard the sound of fluid dripping to the floor. The sound of Dib spewing up the cocoa in his mouth was also there. With her superior hearing she was even able to detect the sound if the cocoa striking metal, most likely Idu. Tak felt herself breathing hard. She tried to catch her breath and so, held her chest as she breathed in and out. She looked at the ground for a moment, watching, from the corner of her eye, as her chest moved up and down, back and forth, with each gasp of air.

"W-Why w-w-would you s-say th-that?" She heard Dib say that.

"Tak has a brain transistor too. Duh." Tak looked up at her transistor. She frowned at the door with dislike. That little robot's been tapping into my mind like I'm and information storage unit. I'm going to wring here little neck! That is… if I can get my claws around it…

"It seems that you spraying your drink all over me is proof enough." Tak heard the sound of something rolling off of something else. She waited a while, listening intently.

"Well… it's not true. I can tell you that. Tak's just… Not my type…"

Tak felt struck. She wasn't sure why but her head felt heavy for some reason. She tolerated her head falling forwards and hitting the metal door. For a strange thing, which moved through her body and made her feel another strange thing, she surrendered and let herself fall victim to its horrible tolerance. It didn't like her and she didn't care for it either. Tak just wanted to disappear. She wanted to throw herself out of the airlock and never be reactivated again.

There was a crash inside the room. "Ow…"

She didn't hear what they said next. Tak strode down the hallways, wishing that the lights wouldn't turn back on. As if hearing her pleas for darkness the lights dimmed and made it near impossible to see. But her eyes led her through the dark of the halls now. Tak's mind filled with thoughts as she inched forwards towards the back of the ship.

Tak rounded a corner to meet the staring eyes of a person. No… it wasn't a person. It was a pair of glowing compulsion rods that were etched into the form of the ship's wall. Tak sighed and continued. The darkness filled her with such sorrow. She wished for it to be there and then she wished for it to go away and never return. In the darkness she couldn't see her sorrow or her misfortunes but in the light she couldn't see her fears or her worries. It was a struggle that forced at her.

Eventually she leaned down, her feet still on the ground, her knees up close to her. Tak wrapped her arms around her legs and buried her face with the fabric of her invader uniform. Her antennas sagged close to her head. She was going to fall backwards as she lost her balance in her position…

But something caught her.

Tak leaned against the metal. She had been sure that it hadn't been there before. But it was there now and it supported her. The Irken female let her legs fall out and then curl back up her meet her chin. Her amethyst eyes peered into the wall opposite to her as a small light illuminated it. She could see a black, square device. It had two blue orbs that seemed to have the ability to rotate. Tak assumed that it was a type of security system so she quickly turned her attention away from it. For some explanation that eluded her she felt cold for once in her life and she wished to sink away into the metal of the ship.

She wasn't aware of how long she'd been there. Kim's voice came up on the speakers and echoed down the hall. "Idu? I finally got the speakers working. I need you to come to the bridge and help me out. He's being childish again."

Tak's head rose at that. She looked up at the two blue orbs. "That's why the metal came out… How long have you been watching me?"

"A fair amount of time…" The voice was familiar. Like Kim's it was. But this one was different some way. It held more bases to its tone and it sounded firmer than hers. This wasn't Kim's voice. Kim was a girl. The voice that spoke to Tak for the next hour or so was a boy's…

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Idu walked into the room. "OK, what did he do now?"

Kim turned to her robot. She looked utterly stunned and somewhat confused. "I… I don't get it… He was acting up and now he won't talk to me at all."

"So you don't need me?"

"I guess not."

"Fine." Idu turned and left.

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Brooke: Ok, finally. I got the chapter up! OK new review to do. I've gotta do this quickly because it's Christmas eve and I have to think of ways to be a total bitch tomorrow. Zim, read out our first review.

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Brooke: OK I'll add more again. And, just to clear this up, I answer my reviews weather they have something worth answering or not. All the time! Except for when I'm done the story… I don't answer back… But I do read! Oh how I read! Well I guess I answer if it's a direct question right to me but other than that no. Hee hee hee.

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