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 23

It probably spikes to the mind what the Tallest and Professor Membrane have been doing the entire time that the children have been off. What things have crossed their minds? What actions have they taken? Who in the room remains alive and who is but a corpse on the wall, dripping blood onto a clean carpet?

Let's find out… Shall we?

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Red.

The illustrious crack of thunder outside kept him wide-awake. Although his mind had wandered, slowly drifting into a quiet slumber, he was continuously aroused by the booms that erupted from outside of the window. The untimely bolts of lightning, streaming down from the sky, didn't help too much in his effort to escape the humans, for each time the light came his shadow was illuminated against the shade of the window. The humans would cheer and then there was no end to the distractions that he had to avoid.

It was impossible to sleep with such noise ringing around the room.

Red turned his head slowly; he eyed the paused game that had once been played by he and Zim. But his small opponent was missing from the household, disappearing into the night with the human girl. The fact that Zim had left him for her was annoying but not enough to keep him aroused the entire night. Though Red would much like to play a video game against someone he found that he'd lost interest in playing with Purple, seeing as he knew all of his moves and Membrane was a complete bore, he held no will to fight whatsoever.

The Tallest sighed to himself and rested his chin in his clenched fist. The only thing that was on TV was a video feed of the house he had in. It was as though every channel had stopped just because he, Tak and Purple had landed on Earth. Then again, for a planet as low in technology as Earth he found that it couldn't exactly be as small a detail as it was to him. In fact, him landing on any planet was sort of amazing. He'd spent a lot of his time in the ship over the past while.

Essentially, the entire endeavor on Earth had bored him.

A while ago he had been woken by the sharp sound of Purple's voice. He had been able to fall into a quiet, dreamless slumber but his co-Tallest had released him from it. Though his intentions may have been good he was still fairly annoyed. The fact that, when he looked to the hallway door, he could see the Membrane-human scurrying down the stairs like a puppy caught in the act didn't amuse him either. It was all a damn ploy to make sure that he had naught a wink of sleep to dull the boredom that was ringing throughout his cranium. He was sure of that. Sure!

Red leaned back in his seat as another crack of thunder streamed over the house. He could see, on the television, that it was raining outside. Even in the dripping rain the people were outside. Some were actually dancing, their arms outstretched to the heavens. A blonde haired anchorwoman walked up to a fat man and put the microphone to his lips. "Sir can you please explain to the viewers, why are you doing this rain dance?"

"We're praying to the spirits of the paranormal and aliens for them to come outside and lead us in the new world order."

"Are you sure that this will work? There doesn't see to be an awful lot of activity in the house. How can you be sure that the aliens are still in there?"

"We keep seeing a shadow of one moving about. He's really tall."

"Yes," she placed a finger to her ear. "I'm getting some information here… Sir, I have just received word that earlier one of the aliens actually came out and was exposed for all to see. Is this true and did you witness it?"

"Why yes, I did indeed and yes it is true. She seemed like such a nice little alien."

"How can you be sure that it was a she?"

He went silent. The man rubbed his head in thoughts. "You know. I guess I really can't say. She just looked like a girl, she sounded like a girl. She even had a girl's shape. Pretty much everyone here thinks that she's a girl. Why? Do you think that she could have been a man?" He turned around. "Hey Terry! She might be a he!"

There was a scream and the camera saw someone running down the street, tearing his hair out from on top of his head. Inside Red rolled his eyes. He stood up, wanting desperately to solve the dilemma.

He started to stand up slowly. There was a loud clatter that erupted from the kitchen. He turned in the direction, wondering what it was.

"Sorry!" came Purple's voice from the tiled room.

Red rolled his eyes and continued with what he had been doing.

Tallest Red went to the window and opened the top of it a crack, not enough for someone to notice behind the curtain but enough for him to be able to yell outside and have everyone hear him. He took a breath and then yelled out:

"Of course she's a girl you idiots!"

The echo of his voice could be heard on the TV behind him as he closed the window up again. Red sat back down in his seat watching the awed confusion and contended faces that flooded the screen. The anchorwoman was swept away in a sea of people flowing to the front door, each with their own happy face or body part to be blessed. Some of the body parts being completely inappropriate.

Red smirked. That had started up a little bit of fun. There was something that he could do to keep himself occupied until Zim, Dib, Kim, Tak and Gaz returned. He stood up once more and crossed to the door, ready to yell out and confuse the masses.

It made him feel slightly better.

Purple.

Purple sighed deeply in his throat. The violet Tallest had run out of options for things to do. He felt bored, hungry and, oddly enough, tired. He found it strange that he was tired because all he had done was sleep while he had Red had journeyed to the Earth on their destroyed Massive ship.

He had left Red to attend to his thoughts in the living room. Membrane didn't hold too much potential when the concept of conversation passed one by. In fact, it was as thought he didn't truly want to converse with the Tallest so much as test their DNA. Purple had actually caught him trying to sneak a blood sample out of Red while he had attempted a sufficient amount of sleep. While shooing the pesky human away his co-Tallest was awoken and didn't seem all that pleased about it.

With the little amount of sleep that he had been getting recently it wasn't much of a revelation.

Purple stood up from the chair that he had been occupying and wandered to the fridge once more. He hoped that there was the slim chance that he had skimmed over the scent or smell of a delicious object. Purple mentally prayed that he had missed the distinguishing scent of a bag of potatoes or a box of donuts. Anything like that would have done him a load of good. He just wanted one morsel to munch on to elevate his loneliness in the bare kitchen. He searched both the fridge and the freezer for such a gift.

No such luck.

The clatter of humans outside the front door could even he heard from within the kitchen. He found the clatter of their inferior tongues hitting the roof of their mouths quite annoying. It was truly disrespectful to bother the Tallest so. He was sure that they had a truckload of snacks ready for him to taste just waiting outside of that door. He was sure that they were attempting to lure him out with the deliciousness of the food before the house. He was sure. Sure!

He tried to spark a bit of hope in himself as his sight turned to the cupboards. Purple shut the fridge door, having the cool air dim and fade in with the warmth. The Tallest crossed to each cupboard. He opened every one, carefully searching the contents. But every time he passed one behind him his hopes were dashed just a little bit more and he found himself thinking that he truly had eaten all the good food that the human dwelling had to offer him.

But luck came in the form of a bag of potato chips as he opened the fifth cupboard. Purple reached in and shoved past a jar of peanut butter. He found, much to his delight, a red bag with the picture of a potato and a wood chip on it. The sight seemed to spark a wondrous spirit.

He pulled the bag out and ripped it open with such force that he spilled the contents of the bag all over the kitchen floor. The clatter he made when he went to the tiles after them rang out through the house. There was a stirring that he heard coming from the living room. Purple was sure that Red wasn't asleep but he thought that he may have bothered him. So he yelled out a quick, "sorry!" and headed back to the task at hand; picking up the chips before they gathered to much human filth to eat.

Hurriedly he picked up the bag and began to cram the chips that he had into his gaping mouth. Their salty taste and wondrously curvy texture felt so good as he chewed and swallowed. Purple ate the chips, delighted that had been able to get some more. But with this bag he spared the luck that he had. He didn't eat the entire thing at once. It was quite obvious that he wouldn't be able to get any more after this bag. So, to conserve his supply, Purple ate one or two chips every few minutes. It was a large bag so it would definitely last him a while.

Red had his computer games.

Membrane-human had his science.

Whereas Purple had, what he thought to be the best of them all, his food.

He closed his thin fingers around a chip. As he lifted it out of the bag he eyed it greatly. Who knew that humans, dumb as Zim had called them, could be smart enough to create such a wondrous, delicious thing?

Purple found that they created them from potatoes quite strange. After all, back on Irk, quite a few years ago, they had stumbled onto a patch of creatures that had been so content with life. They hopped about and leapt into patches of Irk knows what. These creatures called themselves Potatians. They frolicked and enjoyed life. The creatures were actually, quite small. At one point, an Irken had been so hungry; he actually went as far as to eat one of the Potatians. What he tasted when it hit his mouth was simply marvelous and he went about to tell the other Irkens and the almighty Tallest about his wonderful discovery.

Ever since then the Potatians have lived on a planet not too far from Irk. They lived happily and were, occasionally, taken away to be dried and bagged. Apparently the Potatians remained oblivious to the fact that they were to be eaten until they were dried out. Until they were taken they lived life to the fullest, completely unaware of their impending doom. They had no idea that they lived on a farm and that they were nothing but food to the Irken Empire. It was truly sad, really.

Purple eyed his chip for a moment.

"Truly sad…"

He popped it into his mouth.

Membrane.

The darkness of his lab, though, in many cases, could have been good, didn't comfort him. Membrane relaxed in his seat, slowly rotating his body by moving his feet across the ground. He spun around and around, hoping that he would become so dizzy that the thoughts ringing in his mind could merely float away. Alas, the spinning didn't help him.

Membrane found it odd that he wished for thoughts in his head to disperse. Usually he had used his thoughts so much and he had enjoyed that. But now he was bored with them and he wanted them to go away.

Everything that his son had ever said was true. Everything that had called his son insane for was all right in front of him now. There were two alien leaders sitting in his kitchen and in his living room. The fact that his younger son had been so right for so long was what really set him off the edge. If Dib had been right about this Zim being an alien then he could have been right when he said that Zim was in his guts and trying to destroy his brain. Or he could have been right when he said that Zim had been riding on top of Mars and was trying to crush the Earth. He could have been right about the time he said that Zim had turned him into bologna or he could have been right when he said that Zim blasted him and his classmates through a wormhole to a room with a moose but he had been able to get them out. Heck, he could have been telling the truth about the baby big foot on the water tower or the big foot using the belt sander. But when it came to the thing about another dimension being in his head then the professor had to draw the line. There was no way that that could have happened. Not one shred of proof.

A while ago Membrane had suspected that the aliens were not real and it was just a stupid costume. He figured that he could have been on a TV show and was being laughed at that very moment.

So, to prove himself wrong, ha had waited for one of the 'alien's to fall asleep. When that had happened he had snuck up the stairs, eager to get a blood sample. He was sure that he would be able to get a sample and prove that this was all a stupid ploy. Sadly, the other 'alien' had found him out and woken the first one just as he had the needle in. Membrane had hurried out of the room as quickly as he could. Luckily he had been able to snag a small sample of green fluid. Unfortunately for him, upon further inspection under the microscope he found that the fluid was, in fact, the creature's blood and that it was a deep green, almost black.

Membrane sighed and relaxed in his seat again. I can't believe that he's been right all these years. I've been eager for him to study real science when he was all along. He studied the paranormal and that was his science. It never seemed possible for any of that to be real. I never thought that I could be so wrong when it came to something like this. But in the end he was right about aliens and I was wrong.

I was so wrapped up in my science that I didn't listen to him and for that I missed him save the world for who knows how many times. Now I've had proof staring me in the face for 4 years and I still have been oblivious to it. And yet, even when two aliens are sitting right in my house, I'm still skeptical and I have to have a blood sample to confirm it. Otherwise I would have never believed him.

What kind of father doesn't believe anything that his son says? Membrane leaned forwards, placing his head in his open hands. He sighed and waited for his mind to take over again and cast this aside so that he could get back to the matter at hand.

His children were missing and he was trapped in a house, outnumbered by an alien race.

There was a clatter that came from upstairs, probably in the kitchen.

"Sorry!"

He let one of his eyes poke out to see the test tube that he had kept the blood sample in. Originally he had been looking for the staircase but, upon seeing that sample, his mind was stirred. Membrane sat up and swept across on the rolling bottoms to his chair. He moved right over to the table and landed his arms on the cold, metallic surface, hard. The man leaned his head down as he picked the tube up and held it in his hands. It seemed just like normal blood, but it was green. It swayed in the same motions as normal human blood but it was green. The only thing that differed it from human blood that could be seen by the naked eye was the fact that it was a differing color.

Membrane rubbed his chin as he starred at the blood. "I wonder what else makes it differ from our blood…" He turned his head and eyed his microscope. "No harm in finding out…"

He stood up and crossed the floor to his worktable. Then the professor sat down and relaxed in the comfortable chair. He took a slate of glass and carefully poured a single drop of the blood onto it. Membrane placed it under the microscope and put his eyes up close to see. The man focused the lens and made it steady so that he was able to see. Upon visual confirmation of what he had never thought of before he was able to utter a single, hushed:

"Whoa…"

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Brooke: Ok! Chapter done! Took me a while but I have no idea why! Whoo! OK! Moving on! Fuck I'm hyper! Haha! Oops… I swore! Oh well! Jack! Read me my first review! Haha!

Jack: Kay… The first review is from Do-not-eat2000

Brooke: Thank you for the wondrous comment on my story. I appreciate it! Whoo! Anyways, I really don't know when I update; essentially I do it whenever I have a chapter written up. I write a chapter, I log on, I update and I wait for another thought for another chapter to come to me. That's about it. Sorry that I don't have a schedule or something. And I'm glad you liked Hot Cocoa and Warm Blood. I really tried on that chapter. (Smiles.) Whoa that was creepy. Ok next review Impy-chan!

Impmon: The next review comes to us from Dlbn.

Brooke: Yes! Interesting is good! Interesting is very good! Good! Good! Good! And Kai… hmm… I have information about him at the end of my stupid ranting! Whoo! And Yay! You like the name! I hope that a lot of people do. It's Hawaiian you know. Whoo! And you don't annoy me! I love all my reviews! Except for flames. People that send me flames can burn in the blessed flames of death! Haha! Filler Bunny joke! Love that bunny! Next review!

Zim: The final review that we have is by, none other than, The Illustrious Crackpot.

Brooke: Yay! You like my answer to the question. Ok, good. I'm calming down. Good. That's good goddammit! OK… Anyways, sorry that the Tak x Emotions bothered you. And no! Kai's no android! But what is he? I don't know! Wait… Yes I do! But no one else does! Haha! It's a secret… shh… Don't let the secret out! And Yay! I get to update fast too! Lol! I'm all happy again! Whoo!

Fiendmon: Moving on…

Brooke: Yes. Ok peoples. I have a little dilemma. I can't decide what to put for my next chapter. I was thinking that I would reveal who the hell Kai was. Then I thought that you guys would like to know what the hell happened to Zim and Gaz after that bloody scene. But then I thought you might like to take a look into a Bludgeon's world. I don't know which one to do. So I have a little vote that you guys get to do. You vote for one of these choices:

A chapter depicting what happened to Zim and Gaz

A chapter telling who/what Kai really is and how he became a ship

A chapter that goes further along to the Bludgeon capital where Gna and her brothers are.

A mixed chapter with A and B. (Note: the chapters would have to be much shorter)

Vote and enjoy the next chapter when it comes out!