I'm back, guys! Sorry for the the delay, I was caught up in other stuff.

ZTPC chapter 4: Plans prt 3

Zib observed the new abomination he created. It was quite awful, a tall, lanky, hideous thing. With large teeth that couldn't even fit in it's own mouth, this thing could easily tear through just about anything.

"To think you were such a horrible father... You'll make an exelent servant..." Zib said to the new. Professor Membrane.
"Bwah hah hah hah!"

A now insane Gaz Membrane burst into the room, her eye twitching uncontrollably.
"D-dib...? Dib, m-make the pigs go away..."

"I told you I'm not. Dib anymore. I AM ZIB," proclaimed Zib. "And what? Zib sees no pig monsters!"
"You c-can't make them g-go away?"
"No."
Gaz started to tear up. "B-but... but..." She ran off, crying.

"..." Zib had nothing to say about that.

Zim searched frantically for anything that he could use to upgrade his Voot Runner. Anything he could find really. He did drastically improve it's performance, yet some changes were

questionable, such as a toaster that was installed in the cockpit. Zim didn't eat toast!
"Gir! Get out here," Zim called. The hyperactive robot popped out of the the toaster and saluted his master, him being in duty mode.
"I'm a piece of toast!" "...Yes... Zim sees this," Zim replied. "Stay here! I need you to look after the base when I'm gone. I don't want anything to happen to it while Zim is off on his AMAZING mission!"
"Okie Dokie!" Gir cried.
"So you know what to do, right Gir?
"Nope!"
Zim smacked himself in the forehead. He should of known the SIR unit would be useless.
"Just wear your disguise, and don't let anyone in!"
Gir saluted, jumped into his disguise, and ran off laughing. Zim just shook his head and sighed as he continued to work.
"That robot..."

A female Irken lay in a coma her ship's escape pod. Her SIR unit lay near her side, but it was far to damaged to do anything. The pod had been drifting aimlessly in space for months and she had only survived because of her PAK. Her snacks lay in

an emergency safe nearby; she would always be prepared.
This pod that had been drifting around in space was finally near civilization. It was now caught in the orbit of a volcanic planet with seas of flowing lava. The pod was rapidly rushing to the planet's surface, falling much faster than the recommended safety speed. If the pod were to crash, she would surely die from the impact. If however, she were to survive, she would burn in the lava like hell. If she survived that, the natives would surely kill her, no planet would tolerate an Irken on their planet, even if she were a sanitation drone.
The escape pod was now on fire, racing to the ocean of molten rock until suddenly, all was silent.

Author's Notes:. Alright guys, as I said before, I'm really sorry for stopping with the updates, I have become an avid role player, and that took up all of my time and dedication. But now I have remembered how much I loved writing, and returned to . I'm pretty sure I'm not going to do any moreappocalypse because I forgot about that document life thing and took the story down for some changes. By the time I realized the document was gone, it was too late. So I'm sorry about that. If anyone wants to adopt the story, PM me so I can tell you what the main idea was for it. As for ZPC, if you cannot guess who this irken is, I suggest you stop living. (Not really, I love you guys.)