Different or Not
I do not own Invader Zim. If I did, it would probably start looking like an angsty, overly-dramatic anime. Dib is grateful I don't own IZ, I'm sure.
a/n
Firstly, sorry it took me a week to update this. I didn't get a chance to go on a computer until now, and of course the DSi can't upload a document to , considering it can't even create, much less save a document. Excuses aside, I hope you're not mad at me for not updating.
Skelli: Don't let her fool ya'! She's just lazy.
-_- Yes, that too.
Secondly, Thank you, all who reviewed! I wuv you all! To answer some questions…
50-States:
Zim passed out because, as it said, "He was running out of energy, both physically and mentally". As for him asking for help, you'll have to wait and see ;)
darkwish03:
I'll admit, he was a bit OOC there. I originally planned to make this a oneshot, but I was outnumbered ;P I'd been trying to fit it all in a oneshot, without making it too long (Although looking at it now, it seems kind of short).
Thirdly, 50-States asked for ZADR. Should I? Either way would be fun for me to write, but what would you like to read? I'd like to know.
Skelli: Now before she starts rambling unnecessarily, I'm going to move this along. Enjoy chapter two!
"talk"
'think'
dream
Dib ran. He ran as fast and as long as his legs could handle, and then he ran some more. Of course, the unconscious alien in his arms didn't help the matter.
"Come on, Zim." He whispered, "Hang on."
The irken moaned in response, causing Dib's panic to worsen. He pushed harder, running without watching where he went; His focus was on Zim. Dib was sure his enemy was going to die. 'Why should I care?' He asked himself. This thought stopped him. 'Why do I suddenly care about Zim? He's unconscious! I could take him home and dissect him right now! Just as he was about to turn around, Zim let out another painful moan. Dib took off running again, in the direction of a certain green-glowing house. He ran right past the robotic lawn-gnomes, hardly giving them a chance to shoot in his general direction before he burst through the front door.
Gir glanced over at Dib from his perch on the couch. "HI, BIG-HEAD!"
Dib winced at the android's high-pitched voice. He glanced down at Zim, who was squirming in his arms. Dib set the alien onto the couch beside Gir. "Gir, I need you to be really quiet, ok? Can you do that, Gir?"
"OKAY!" He screeched. He then ran into the trash-can elevator, screaming something about "playing with Dr. Octogamapus and the Dancing Banana"
Dib looked down at Zim, wishing he'd wake up, and wishing he knew why he didn't just open up the irken then and there.
…
"No… Stop… please…"
Two huge rocky pillars rose from the ground in front of him, each with a shadowed figure on top. He knew these two to be Tallest Red and Tallest Purple.
"You failed, Zim." Red screeched from his still-growing tower. "You're a disgrace! Why didn't you just die!" His voice was high and grating, like pieces of metal scratched against a blackboard.
"I didn't… I wasn't trying to…" Zim whimpered sadly.
"You killed them! You killed Tallest Miyuki, and Tallest Spork! You ruined Operation Impending Doom! You sent Irk into darkness for a combined 9 years!" Red continued to list everything Zim had done wrong. Purple just stared coldly at Zim.
"You destroyed two Control Brains during your existence evaluation! It's a crime against the Empire!" Red hissed furiously at the small irken.
"You are a criminal, and you will pay for all you have done!"
The sky turned the color of dried blood; a deep, dark red. Suddenly, Purple jumped onto the platform with Red. The pillar he had previously been standing on fell.
"Goodbye, defect," Red called in a mockingly sweet voice. "Have fun in the dust!" They both cackled cruelly as the pillar fell, fell, fell, down on Zim.
…
"GAAAAAAA!"
Zim felt pressure on his chest. 'It's so dark… a-am I…?' He whispered hesitantly, "Am I dead?"
His eyes began to focus. What he saw shocked him. He was in his living room, his wig and contacts sitting on the end table. Out the window, he saw that it was nighttime. When he looked down, however, he realized what was causing the pressure he felt.
Dib, still with his glasses on, was sleeping on top of him. The human was drooling a bit, the water-based saliva seeping through the irken's shirt, leaving a slight tingling sensation on his skin.
Zim hissed in irritation at the disgusting Earth-beast. He struggled to pull himself out from under Dib, but eventually gave up, seeing as Dib was quite a bit bigger, and had him pinned down.
Zim sighed, all anger gone as he remembered his dream. Of course, the Tallests hadn't said all that, but they might as well have. Zim sighed again, feeling tired. He decided, after squirming around a bit to get more comfortable (as relative a term that is when one is squished under his drooling enemy at half-past midnight on a tiny couch), to go back to sleep. Perhaps tomorrow would be better.
a/n
Yaaay! Finished the second chapter! Yeah, this might end up a ZADR whether you want it to or not ;) Not like I have much of a choice how it turns out, anyway. The story decides for itself what it wants; I only give it a place to start. Hope you enjoyed!