I don't own Invader Zim or Superjail! okay? I know I haven't updated this in awhile but I am taking a break from a few of my other fics for a little while. (The power of the Hetalia fandom can be quite compelling...) Anyway, enough of my rambling on what inspiration hits when, on with the fic!
Zim looked around in panic. From what he knew of human prisons, they were easy in and easy out for someone like him. He broke out of Foodcourita as a Foodening was about to begin even. So why now, was he scared by some crazy mad scientist doctor who sounded like one of the characters in a zombie killing game GIR played a lot of? Something must be wrong with that one Tony guy who he keeps playing with online, if he had been in Virginia after moving out of New Mexico in 1947, he must be ancient by human standards, well over 70 Earth years old...Zim thought as he ducked between the doctor's legs and headed for the door.
"Seriously, no wonder you were sent to dis planet if you think you can escape me like that!" Zim said as he ran towards the door. Seeing this, the doctor pressed a button putting a steel shutter in front of it.
"Let me go human!" Zim yelled as he slid to the door, now shuttered and yelled back.
"Seriously?" The Doctor laughed. "I am not about to let Irkens go. I've heard a lot about your physiology. Water burns you, and you cannot live without that PAK. I could use that to give a good project to the Warden. He has total control here and if I could adapt that technology, he would reward me and give me more funding towards the real projects I love." He said pointing to the genetic mutations that looked like it belonged out of a nightmare from H.G. Wells' mind. He reached for his laser gun and pointed it towards the doctor and fired who had taken one of his prisoners under his care and held it in front of him. "You are dumb if you think I won't sacrifice what I have failed on to study you!"
Fuck! Zim thought. He had grown used to fighting Dib and Dib did have a little bit of moral code when it came to fighting his enemies. In their fights, it was just him and Zim, no one else. Dib tried to avoid hurting the innocent in their fights, and over time, Zim saw Dib more and more as a rival and an equal to prove his superiority with. He had fought Sizz-lorr and the Sargent Hobo 678 on Hobo 13. But both times he had done so with cheating and stealth. This doctor had reminded him a little of that security guard Slab Rankle when he tried to return that DVD that GIR had held onto too long. Think of what you did there, that mall security human had a zombie soldier lab, so he's kind of like this guy... Zim thought. He looked around to see if there was another way out of the lab. Most labs had intensive ventilation systems. Zim recalled trying to use one to sneak into Professor Membrane's labs when Skool had a "Take your Child to Work" day. Seeing a vent towards the ceiling, Zim jumped up onto one of the experimental tanks and activated the jet boosters in his PAK. With this, the doctor had grabbed what seemed to be a rope and twirled it like a lasso. "Oh no you don't my pretty little Irken. I know the Tallest won't help you, even if you weren't banished!"
"Zim isn't banished! This is a top secret mission assigned to me because I am-!" Zim yelled to reply to the doctor's taunting when the rope grabbed him by the foot and pulled him down. His PAK's boosters were on full blast until they had run out of power and shut down to recharge. With this, he fell over 20 feet to the floor of the lab and looked up at the doctor.
"Like I said, I know much more about your world than you think. It's common knowledge among the galaxy that you are indeed, banished. Hell the Tallest broadcast that all over the galaxy after the Great Assigning. Laughing about it." The doctor tormented Zim.
"YOU'RE LYING!" Zim yelled sitting up pointing at him until the doctor tugged the rope down and Zim fell on his back.
"Devil's advocate, I am not." The Doctor teased. "Say I am mistaken on your banishment. You're not that tall for an Irken. Your people are judged by your height. The Tallest wouldn't go out of their way for you. You're meaningless to them!"
Zim looked around. This was something he couldn't deny. The doctor was right on that fact. "Well...what Zim lacks in physical height, I make up for in skill and raw talent!" He grabbed the rope that the doctor had tied him up with and tried to wiggle it down. "Just say, what is this stuff made from? It's kind of burning me and is squishy."
"Intestine. I grow it to replace inmates who get shanked in the guts and disemboweled." The Doctor said as he grabbed the intestine rope and tied Zim's hands and feet up with it like a rancher would a calf.
"Impressive." Zim commented.
"Thank you very much." He said as he picked Zim up and carried him over his shoulder. It was at this time, the meat and acid of the intestines started to burn more.
"OH FOR THE LOVE OF SQUEEDLEYSPOOCH!" Zim yelled as the doctor held on tighter. "This is a slow burn. Did you know meat burns me or was that an accident?" He hissed.
"Happy accident." He said as he threw Zim into a cage and locked it behind him. "Gute Nacht." He waved as he headed back into the infirmary, ready to meet the Warden and the injured inmates. Undoing the steel shutter, the Warden stood in the doorway clueless.
"Oh doctor, what happened here?" The Warden asked.
"Oh, you know how some of my experimental failures can go." He shrugged. "I am getting ready for the inflow from the riot."
"Good." The Warden said. "Now my nephew's green friend seemed to have accidentally started this and was reported to be taken here. Any news?"
"Yes. I have him isolated away to heal. I worry that any of the inmates who see Zim will want to get back at him while he is hurt. I don't know how he got in but rest assured Warden, he will receive the best of my care and least amount of experiments."
"Good." The Warden smiled. "I just wish I could find something to control these inmates. I mean I offer out of the goodness of my heart to reform these prisoners. They are the worst of the worst, so they need the toughest of technology and punishments to make them productive members of society again. If they keep rioting, and my whole ballet program isn't working, I need to think of something better."
"Vell, I have this idea. A PAK that is put on the inmate's back that keeps the inmates alive and if they misbehave we can unplug it and they die in 10 minutes." The doctor explained. Zim heard this conversation and gulped. He knew where the doctor got the idea. From his PAK.
"I like I like... we could have the inmates under control in a heartbeat with that. You work on the biological part and I will come up with the design for you to work with. It has to have my face all over it though." The Warden took a note pad and drew what looked like a backpack made of his face with tentacles coming out. "This look good?"
"You build the mechanics, I will give it to you to test." The Warden smiled as he twirled his cane, which came from nowhere, and twirled his top hat around before placing it back on his head. "I may put my nephew Dibby-poo onto this. My brother would be so proud to see his brain put to work like that."
"Ja, ja, sounds good. Now let me get back to my vork." The doctor said.
"Sure thing. I will send you a prototype right away." The Warden smiled as he headed back to the office where he had Jared and Dib sitting.
"So, how did you get this job?" Dib asked, trying to kill time before his uncle came back and he could try to talk him into catching Zim when he was already weakened and in the infirmary.
"Not many people will hire an accountant once they get arrested cooking the books for the Mafia. Not like they believed me that I didn't know. I got sent here, then got the books back on track for The Warden and got this job." Jared explained.
"So you got in over your head and then got permanent work release here?" Dib asked.
"I don't like your tone. I did't simply get in over my head. I wouldn't expect a 15 year old kid to really understand, no matte who his father and uncle are. In fact you seem to think as much of me as your uncle does. Maybe he's right, you would be perfect for his job." Jared sassed. He did not like his past being talked about so by the Warden let alone the Warden's nephew who was on some sort of bizzare scared straight program. "If you don't watch it with you and that Zim kid's fighting, then you'll find yourself here."
"My dad says shit like that..." Dib sulked.
"Wipe that frown from your face my dear Dibby poo nephew." The Warden said as he came into the room with a large smile.
"You're going to let me see Zim?" Dib asked.
"Not yet. The doctor says he's not fit to see anyone he got hurt that bad." The Warden said sounding rather disappointed. Dib raised his eyebrow. "But I do have a project that I think you may be able to help me with. Show me how much of my brother's brain you have. I mean Membrane labs helped me improve Jailbot and make the many, upon many, upon, many bots I needed and to set up a good way to repair them."
"Yeay Dad..." Dib said.
"Yes, he's great for that." The Warden said not noticing Dib's sarcasm "But the doctor had an idea to help control the inmates and you would be perfect to help me on, like a little intern and it would be quite an accomplishment on your college resumes. Having assisted on something like this at the tender age of 15..."
Yeah that will look real good...Dib thought sarcastically. "What is it?" Dib asked, minding his tone because while The Warden missed some earlier sarcasm, if he was going to let him see Zim he had to make him happy.
"A PAK." The Warden said placing his drawing on the table in front of Jared and Dib. "The doctor will perfect the biomechanics of putting them on the inmates but he commissioned me to come up with the functions of it. It will control the behavior of the inmates and we won't need that electric chair or lethal injection anymore."
"They will behave with this?" Jared asked. "Like we can convince the judges that the inmate's sentence should be life without parole?"
"Well we'd just have to pull the PAK out. 10 minutes and the misbehaving inmate or one on death roe anyway would aaaakkkgghhh..." The Warden said as he took his finger and drew a line across his neck sticking his tongue out.
"Well, that would reduce power and medicine costs from prescription drug makers..." Jared said running some numbers on some paper real quick, knowing how many executions went on in Superjail.
"So what do you think Dibby-poo?" The Warden asked.
Dib smiled. He was talking about an Irken's PAK, somehow getting the idea from Zim, Dib assumed. This was something he knew a bit about already. His years of spying on Zim would pay off to get him closer to his goal. "Sure Uncle Warden." Dib smiled wide.
"Awwwww so precious. I may just talk your father into letting Gaz be the heiress to Membrane Labs and you the heir to Superjail." The Warden said as Dib's smile fell. Why do I keep getting told I would be good at his job? He thought as he looked at the design and then began to draw some schematics based off what he knew from Zim's PAK.
So how was that? Good? Bad? Short? Long? Let me know in a review. And Tony is the name of the alien that crashed in Roswell in Hetalia and lives with America and is addicted to video games. (Although the creator of Hetalia apparently has no idea what Roswell looks like when Tony is introduced...) Couldn't resist that little cameo. I just love mixing so many different alien races together when I write Invader Zim fics. Really do. Anyway, remember to read, well you just did, and to review. Ciao for now,
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