So, I decided to continue this after some friends gave some encouraging words. It started as a drabble and became a fic. Whoo. Let's just hope this doesn't die like everything else I've tried to write.
I meant to have this updated last Sunday, but I had to take the SAT Saturday and weekdays are filled with Algebra problems, EAST projects, and Geography homework. Because Middle School sucks. Only reason I got this chapter done was because today and possibly tomorrow Little Rock, Arkansas is being blessed with snow. And when it snows in Little Rock, something is wrong so the whole city shuts down.
Hnn, it seems that my chapter does not want to be uploaded and keeps editing itself, so sorry for that.
Right, enough talking. Onwards!
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim, Dib, or Gir. I own Gir's new guise though. Cause I love the guise.
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Two years have passed, and the humans have made little, if no progress. They're getting a bit smarter due to my ingenious experiments, but they will never match the brainpower of I, the Almighty Zim. Possibly the smartest of them is Dib. How do I know of this? Because I am Zim, of course! I know everything! That and the fact that he has not made an attempt to escape me in the last few months, well, except for a few. Ever since the collar was placed on him, he has had a total of twenty-three shocks.
At first I thought he'd disabled the electrifier or something, but upon examination, the collar seems to have no problems. Perhaps he accepted that he was my slave and became loyal after seeing those two pig-relatives being eaten away in front of his very eyes. Well, one of them anyway. It seems the taller Dib look-alike survived because of that coat he was wearing. It repelled and protected the body from poisons. I do not know how this happened, but he still had to watch as the other pig-child died. I remember she was always a creepy pig smelly.
Maybe because the Dib is so loyal, I am thinking of giving him the science-worm as his own slave. Upon observation, it seems Dib loathes the human for calling him insane so many times. After all, I doubt no loyalty.
Even after all this time, I still do not know why he is loyal. It is a mystery, but I believe it is because he knows he is no match for the Almighty Zim. Yes, that is it.
Now, off of my slave and to the other worms. They are not very bright in their noggins, but they have a lot of muscle power, which makes up for that I guess. Not as many lived, but that was to be expected. The human species is a pitiful one. The ones that did survive have bits of their flesh eaten away, which both disgusts and amuses me at the same time. The watch bots often pick up their moans of pain and weariness. I wonder if you can reprogram humans to not moan. It is an eerie sound.
Maybe I will try this on Dib. He's always the one to be experimented on. In fact, the last I saw of him he looked more like some other species than human thanks to my experimenting. He should be proud to have such powerful technology used on his unworthy body.
It seems all the worlds my soldiers have conquered are following my commands smoothly. There is no resistance from any of the creatures we found on the other planets. Despite being stupid, the humans are quite strong from battling with themselves over the years. I simply toss them a few of the toys I grow bored with and they annihilate other planets, bringing them to their knees to bow before me. Just like Dib.
I'm going to stop talking about the Dib. He is taking over my daily report.
Now, I will move onto much more important matters. I'm not going to beat around the earth's leafy bush. I'm getting weaker each day. I can feel it. And I know why. The mineral, the one that was rare on this planet. It only had enough for one extra year. It is running out. When I asked Gir, he said supplies were running low. I fear that-
A loud beeping interrupted Zim as he looked up at the large computer screen filled with Irken lettering. He stuck out his slithery tongue and stood from his comfortable position. He'd gotten even taller in the past two years; he now believed the Earth's gravity was blessing him with the height he was gaining. He was now a good five antennas taller than his "Almighty Tallest" who left him so long ago.
Light reflected sharply off of the metal on his new suit. In many ways, it resembled a traditional Tallest's suit, but much more menacing with the razor spikes that protruded decoratively from the suit. The stunning silver metal contrasted heavily with the dark black lines that wound itself around the suit. Two slender fingers protruded from the black armor piece on his arm. He wore a headpiece on his head that could belong to only one who was born with royal Irken blood; gems were laced throughout the headpiece. Similar gems hung from his antennas.
Despite all of these heavy items that covered his body, he stretched easily before seating himself back down into his chair, continuing to type his report as the call came in. The new call transmissions were more advanced than the old screen that he used when he was younger. He was indeed still in touch with Irken technology. The new transmitter was a holographic projector that sent out a holographic form of the caller, vice versa for the opposite end of the line. As the holograph was sent through, he spoke.
"Speak to Zim, quickly now. I am busy." He said loudly in a commanding voice, impatience could be easily heard in his tone. After a good five minutes, despite the sender, or senders being millions of miles away, he felt as if he could feel the holographic stares at the back of his royally dressed head. He could hear a strangely familiar clear of the throat. Was it…-No, it couldn't be, they left him for dead.
"Zim, how dare you speak to your tallest that way! Stand and salute, Invader!" The voice commanded. Then, in a quieter voice, it whispered, "I thought he'd be dead by now!"
Zim's antennas perked towards the voice, then lowered again, as if in anger. Then they went slack, the gems tinkled softly from all the movement. He turned in his chair, the pink eyes showing no flare of emotion. His guess was right.
It was Purple and Red, the Almighty Irken Tallest.
He observed the two, noting the fact that they seemed to look the same as before. They still floated in that way that it had such an air of authority that all Invaders would wiggle their antennas respectfully to, a way he used to wiggle his antennas to.
"Of course. How could I speak that way? I will stand and show my loyalty. Will you forgive me, my Tallest?" He said in a cool voice, though the last part was a strange mixture of no emotion and an enraged filled snarl. He noted with delight the way his two former leaders flinched at the power in his voice. This filled him with indescribable amounts of joy, but he kept it hidden.
When he stood, he saw the Tallest's eyes go wide with shock. His glee finally showed when their mouths dropped open, serpentine tongues lolling out as they stared at the once miniature Invader. This Irken was the giant of all Irkens. Surely this was not Zim? Red was the first to slightly recover from his shock.
"Z-Zim? What happened? How'd you get taller than…than…?"
"How did I get taller than you? That's a good question. It's called Earth gravity. That's why I thank you for strand-I mean, sending me to this planet. I get a much better view from up here." Zim said with a sly grin, razor teeth gleamed in the light of the whirring machines around him. "As you can see, I have succeeded in my invasion. If you do not believe me, let me show you. Oh, Dib!"
The two emperors looked at the Irken questioningly before they heard a clanking noise. Their holographic eyes turned towards a door as it began to open to show what looked a robot human hybrid.
What they were looking at was once the completely normal, if slightly big headed, human Dib. He still had the basic human shape, but many parts of him had been experimented on and sported shining Irken technology. His hands, which once had five slender fingers on them, were now made up of wires and metal; and he now functioned with three robotic fingers instead of one. One of his eyes, instead of being the soft, slightly insane brown, was now a shining red. He wore a suit similar to the invader suit Zim had created long ago, but across the front a few Irken symbol for "Dib Slave" were threaded in with a shining blue thread. His face was set in a frown, but as he opened his mouth to speak, sharpened teeth could be seen.
"What is it, Zim?" He asked in that same tone he always used with Zim. It was a sort of bored, but impatient tone. You could change the looks, but you couldn't change personalities. Zim mentally sighed about this and held out his long arm.
"Come to Zim." He commanded in a slightly possessive way, extended and curling his fingers towards Dib as he walked over. Dib stopped within arm's length of Zim. The surprised Tallest watched as Zim wrapped the two slender fingers around Dib's shoulders and pulled him against him. He then reached over with his free hand and tugged on the scythe lock, bending down and placing his face beside Dib's.
"This is Dib. Dib is loyal to Zim, which is why Dib belongs to Zim. Isn't that right, Dib? Of course that's right. Say hello to the Tallest, Dib." Zim purred, removing his hand from the lock and raising one of Dib's clawed hands into a half-hearted wave; much like one would do with a puppy's paw.
"Good afternoon, Red. Good afternoon, Purple." Dib responded with a slight nod of his head. Then he turned his red eyes towards Zim. "Is that all? Because I want to leave."
"No, no! You have to stay. I want you to tell them. Tell them what they did and maybe I'll just slap their green wrists and give a short lecture. Come on, just like we rehearsed it." Zim cooed as he continued to wave Dib's metal hand, amused by the way the metal glimmered when a beam of light struck it. Dib sighed and shook his hand free of Zim's grasp, taking a step forward. He noticed from the hologram that the two Tallest were also shorter than him. They seemed to notice it too as the sour expressions spread across their features.
"Zim would like me to tell you that he learned of what you two did to him. Ten years ago, you left him stranded here on Earth, telling him it was a secret mission, only for the best Invaders. He believed you, and set out to please you, to please his Almighty Tallest. He was determined not to let you two share the same fate as Almighty Tallest Miyuki and Almighty Tallest Spork. So, he worked as hard as he possibly could. He thought up brilliant plans of destruction, slyly eluded the human world, and thwarted the plans of others who attempted to steal his mission.
"It was I that stopped him from doing this. I destroyed his plans and it was completely my fault. I knew he was coming. I heard the transmissions, saw him in class, and developed a hate for him. This is why many of his plans were to destroy me in the most painful way possible while taking over the Earth. Then he thought of the plan that no one could stop, not even me. Though, on the day he was reporting in to tell you of his plan, he overheard a conversation between the two of you. He heard you two talking of how you stranded him here without a good supply of the mineral. He—" But Red interrupted with a yell.
"That's eavesdropping! Listening to the Tallest as they conversed? We could strip you of your rank for—"
"SILENCE!" Zim screeched out mightily, his face twisted into an ugly snarl. His hate-filled eyes turned upon the now cowering Tallest holograms, no longer bothering to hide his emotion as Dib went over the events that had led to this."What position? I'm not a certified Invader remember? I'm just an escaped fry cook; remember? Now, you will speak when given permission! Understand?"
The Tallest nodded as Zim hissed at him, their attempt to regain some authority crushed. Despite them being miles away, they could fill the heat of rage that poured from Zim's body. They recoiled as he shot a glare at them before nodding to Dib, who cleared his throat and continued.
"As I was saying, he finally understood that you two left him. The mysterious planet wasn't mysterious at all, it was just a sticky someone had put on the assigning board and you randomly pointed to. Upon knowing this, Zim was enraged. He'd always wanted to impress you and you try to kill him. You send him to some far off planet in hopes that he'll stay there and rot away. Well your plan failed, and Zim's plan went through. His plan was put into action, and took many years because I continued to interrupt him.
"His plan was to turn the humans against each other. He had the technology and he used it wisely. He sent holograms of the world leaders to declare war on the others. He turned allies into enemies, enemies into allies; he then wiped out the remainder of them with an ultra-wave that sent out a poison. He took over Earth and all you two did was fly around in the Massive and stuff your vile mouths with snacks." Dib finished, staring at the holograms with a gaze that would make the strongest alien look away. Purple eventually looked away and cleared his throat.
"Now, Zim. Surely you don't think we…" He fell silent, noticing Zim's gaze upon him. Both Purple and Red knew he was daring them to lie. But before they could say anymore, Zim held up his hand and waved it in a "I don't really care" sort of way as he turned around and walked back towards his seat.
"If my antenna picks up one whiff of an Irken signature, they will be demolished before you can eat a doughnut. This is my planet. Not yours. This is Zim's property, not Irken Empires. Now, no more talk. I am busy. Call back in an hour if you wish." He said coolly, shooting them a sharp grin over his shoulder as they used the ending words they always used before Dib cut the transmission. Zim sat down in his chair and faced Dib.
"That was wonderful; beautiful job, Dib. I could almost taste their surprise and fear. Though they should be scared. I mean, who is the most feared living being?" Zim asked, looking at Dib with expecting eyes as his antennas lowered comfortably to his head.
"You, of course, the Almighty Zim. All bow down to your power. None can resist your army of humans." Dib sighed, a look of disgust flashed across his face as he heard himself say these words. "Is that all you wanted, Zim? Can I leave now?"
"Yes, yes. Scurry away and let me finish my report. Oh, and I almost forgot to mention, I know that you do not like your father very much, so I decided to give him to you as a slave. How does that sound? Sounds good, eh?" Zim asked Dib before Dib had taken a step through the door. All he received was a mumbled reply as the door shut behind Dib. Zim simply grinned and turned in his chair, grinning as he continued his report.
"Of course it sounds good, Master Zim, of course it does."
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Dib sat in his chair with a loud sigh, his shoulders slumping as he relaxed. His stretched his legs and snuggled deep down into his chair, flexing his metal fingers. His brown eye closed as his brilliant red looked over the familiar room and all of its luxuries. Being Zim's personal slave wasn't so bad, it had its perks. He was better off in this room than the others who had to sleep in those little huts outside. This room was even better than his old room, but not as good as Zim's room. He should know; he guarded it at night.
Sure, the first few weeks he was assigned this job he tried to assassinate Zim in his sleep, but the Irken was a light sleeper and his collar caught him most of the time. That damned collar, it never let him have much freedom. But it was how it was, and he was sure it would always be that way. Until Zim was gone, of course; then he'd be free. He would make it sooner. Just wrap these new, strong claws around Zim's throat and keep them there until those pink eyes lost all color…
A prickling sensation instantly seeped from the collar and Dib cleared his mind, the sensation evaporating along with his thoughts. He mumbled something and closed his eyes. He didn't know how tired he was. He hadn't slept in the past two days; maybe he should get a bit of rest.
This was not to be, as a mechanical plunk plunk filled the air in a steady rhythm before something heavy and cold plopped down into his lap. Dib knew who it was immediately.
"What do you want, Gir?" Dib asked; his voice slightly annoyed as he cracked open one eye to star the SIR unit. The little robot simply shrugged and nuzzled Dib's hand. Dib rose up the hand and placed it on Gir's head. After brutally attacking him two years ago, the little robot seemed very fond of hanging around Dib. Even though Dib still loathed Zim, he'd come to enjoy the little robot's company
"I just wanted to make sure you was okaaay. You look all sad sitting there like that. You wanna rip my head off? Dat always makes Master happy" Gir finished in a little sing-song voice. He looked up at Dib, his little metal mouth twisting into a smile.
"No thank you, Gir. I don't want to rip your head off." Dib said; an amused smile graced his lips as he looked at the little robot. He then stood up and stretched, making sure the robot didn't tumble to the ground. "Come on, I have time, lets train a bit. My joints are getting a bit stiff. That and Zim said my father is my new slave, we need to go get him."
Gir simply squealed as Dib carried him out the door of his room and into the metal hallways. The heavy boots on his feet made a soft thump as they came in contact with the glimmering glass floors. Below his feet, Dib could see the morbid slaves hauling large pieces of rocks and wood. Filthy hair and clothes hung from their bony bodies as they struggled to move. No shackles, chains, or cuffs were placed on their bodies. After all, even if they did escape, where could they go?
Their dull, hopeless eyes rose to look above them before their heads whipped back down, fearing the one they saw. Dib was their Master's personal slave, and he was often left to torture any disobedient slaves. The sight of Dib's face filled many of them with fear, memories of Dib raking those jagged metal claws down their backs, the red-eyed Gir-dog standing beside him baring those rows of barbed teeth, the thick black mane on his hackles bristling as he snarled and clamped onto their ankles and arms.
A small smirk barely peaked through his expressionless features as he approached another door. Gir began to hum a small tune as a small red beam shot from a camera beside the door and straight into Dib's right eye, checking the Irken signature that was sent back through to the scanner. The laser disappeared and the doors hummed as the gears pulled them open swiftly. As dib stepped into the now open room, the door shut silently behind him and Gir.
The room they were now in was a wide, dome-like room. The doom was completely made of metal and the sounds of Dib's steps echoed through the area. He stopped at a wall on the right of the room and set Gir down. He turned toward a panel with three whole implanted into it. Dib jammed his left hand into the hole as Gir dashed towards the other side of the arena, giggling insanely.
Dib could feel the wires connecting to his hand as they scanned which weapon was best suited for him, as if he didn't already know. He felt the wires retract and he pulled his hand from the panel, he could hear the mechanics groaning as they retrieved his favorite weapon.
Long robotic tentacles slipped from the ceiling, an Irken Pak look-alike within their grasp. They lowered the Pak down to Dib's back. Metal straps slipped over Dib's front to hold the weapon in place as more straps snaked over his arms. Two large gun barrels lowered from additional robotic arms to hook onto the straps on Dib's arms. Long, thick wires plugged themselves into the Pak-like ammunition holder strapped to his back.
Dib's eye flashed red as his natural brown eye narrowed as the tentacles disappeared from sight. Dib looked over at Gir, who had switched on his dog guise. Though, due to his still whimsical mood, the wolf-like creature's eyes were a playful blue and the heavy tail wagged. He was crouched in the way a puppy might when attempting to pounce on someone or just begging to play.
Today, Dib felt like trying something new. He never went to this level of battle with Gir before, and he wanted to try it. It was the level of battle just before a sort of "WTF?!" sort of power stage. He'd always trained on the level about four levels down, but he wanted to try this level. He yelled out the command for this power to be let loose.
"Gir, X-nine-forty-two, ATTACK!"
Immediately, Gir's tail froze in mid-wag and his muscular body shifted from a playful crouch into a dangerous, lion-like stance. Gir's mouth hung open, the teeth glittering as an acidic slime dribbled from his jaws. Those terrifying red pupils trained on Dib as Dib to slunk into a battle stance, both barrels of the cannon-like weapon aimed at the guised robot.
Gir's tail whipped the air as he sidestepped, Dib mirroring his move as they began to circle around into other. Gir then let out as thunderous roar and ran which such a speed, all that could be made out was a blurred zigzag.
And this green and black lightning strike was heading directly for Dib.
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Whoo? Um, yeah. I decided to cut the chapter there because…because I can. If you don't like that, then of well, that's they way it goes. Dib seems kind of weird to me, but I never was all that wonderful when typing Dib. Let's just say he's getting comfortable to the life of leisure inside of Zim's Empire, even if he is not completely friendly to Zim, he's loyal. Okay? Good.
I'm sorry for any typos or errors that can be found.
Right, read and review, please.