Zim the Warlord: Irken Reversion
Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim or anything else here
"Come out, Zim! It's time to end this!" Dib yelled loudly as he banged on the door. "I'm ready for any-huh?" he stopped as the door opened to reveal an annoyed and impatient Zim holding a stack of boxes in his arms. "How did you open the door?" he asked in confusion.
"Is there something Zim can help you with, Dib-stink? We are very busy today," Zim informed flatly.
"We?" Dib repeated as he craned his head to see that Minimoose, GIR, the Roboparents and even the house's robotic tentacles were busy packing boxes. "Wait, are you leave?! Yes, score one for earth!" Dib cheered, becoming smug in his perceived victory.
Zim rolled his eyes. "No, Dib-worm, you have not driven me from your miserable dirtball. I am merely prepping for an emergency evacuation," he informed as he moved to put the box in a corner, glaring at his robot companion. "Gir! Stop stuffing burritos into the knick-knack box!"
"But they'll get looooneley!" Gir whined before screaming out. "AND I LIKE BURRITO-KNACKS!"
Zim just shook his head, "Wait, evacuation?!" Dib exclaimed in surprise, his enormous brain searching for an answer. "You'd be gloating if it was your leaders coming to wipe us out! Which can only mean...another alien race is invading!" Dib declared with both certainty and fear.
Zim face-palmed at that. "There is no invasion, Gaz-sibling! I have reason to believe your father may unintentionally cause the end of your planet and/or race," Zim informed in exasperation.
"My dad? What could...the keystone? The bracelets?" Dob guessed with a scrunched brow. "But they just generate peace."
Zim actually stopped mid-step at that, apparently surprised by that information. "Computer?" Zim called out.
"Chance of Earth's destruction raised from 3% to 15%," the machine explained.
"What?! Come on, how does peace raise the chance of Earth's destruction!?" Dib asked in annoyed disbelief.
"Dib, I'm from a race of planet-conquering warriors. We have a lot of philosophical arguments in the name of war," Zim stated bluntly before folding his arms. "What your male spawner is doing with these inventions of his is not the true issue: what they use is."
"I really don't get the "Energy from children" thing, I admit," Dib stated, scratching his chin in confusion.
"Dib," Zim stated very seriously. "I want you to comprehend the implication of that statement: A natural energy source spawned by the immature, post-infantile members of your race."
"Yes, Childergy, Energy from...children." Dib's eyes went wide as understanding dawned on him. "This isn't just a human thing, is it?"
Zim nodded as Computer decided to be helpful, bringing up several screens. One was a silent feed of his father announcing something on television while the other were two blank for now. "Every race goes through this stage, where they discover the biological energy produced by all organic lifeforms," Zim explained, motioning to a screen that now showed outlines of four creatures: two humans and two Irken, separated into one set being adults and the other two being children.
"If that size comparison is right, you guys are born really small," Dib remarked as he eyed the tiny image labeled "Smeet".
Zim cleared his throat as the images now displayed an energy field around all four of them. "Due to the quantity of energy never changing on its own, it is often found first in younger spawns, where their smaller bodies make it seem to be in greater abundance and more noticeable," he paused to motion to the other screen until Dib interrupted.
"This...sounds a lot like magic or mutant powers," Dib noticed suspiciously, wondering if he was being pranked.
Zim however just nodded sagely. "Yes, it is often the source behind many mythical events and legendary beings native to each world," he acknowledged before motioning to the last screen showing four different scenarios: A large group of dots expelling a large amount of energy, a spread out net of them radiating a small amount of it, one's energy growing larger as others disappeared and finally, a line of them with the energy rushing back and forth through them. "And, invariably, something happens that will change that kind's entire existence, once their use of it reaches a critical mass for the first time. It can be as minute as creating a new element in the region of the event, foreign to the rest of the world. Sometimes it's greater, but harmless in the long run, such as changing a subterranean race into an aquatic one."
"How is that not harmful?" Dib countered with a raised eyebrow.
"Will you let Zim finish?!" Zim yelled, making the boy go silent. "Thank you, where was I? Ah yes! But there is always, always a chance it will cause a world ending amounts of bad dodo, Dib! Hear Zim! Your days may just be numbered!" Zim warned, pointing dramatically at a very freaked out Dib before calmly turning away. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some packing to do."
"W-wait, can't you do something to stop it? Your computer just said it rose, how do we make it fall?" Dib asked hopefully.
"Why would I aid you?" Zim asked, severely unconvinced.
"Because you want to conquer or destroy earth for yourself!" Dib reasoned with a glare.
"Eh, Zim will claim the victory, and we Irken are not above letting out enemies do the work for us. But if it makes you feel any better, I will be sure to collect my Gaz-slave in the event of your kind's extinction. And as the last human, I'd be literally obliged to preserve my trophy-slave for as long as I could," Zim assured in what Dib was sure Zim thought was a comforting, if mocking tone.
"My sister will never be your slave!" Dib swore, pointing dramatically at Zim-
who proceeded to use his pak's tentacle to slam him against the wall, keeping his head pinned there while covering his mouth. As the paranormal obsessed child struggled against the mechanical limb, his enemy approached with a severely unimpressed look. "You're trying my patience, Dib-stink," Zim informed, pinching the space between his eyes. "To cease your hollering, I shall elaborate more. How this "childergy" comes to affect a world, is random. We have tried studying it by observing planets that discover it and with more...controlled experiments," he paused to let that sink it.
Dib shivered, realizing that Irkens probably used entire planets as testing grounds for all kinds of things, even how societies might advance. How old would Irkens need to be to be able to perform such studies?
"The nature of the effect, as said, is uncontrollable. The scope of it, however, is not. It is heavily influenced by how it was utilized. Was it being utilized in one location or across a continent? Was the harnessed amount used up in a single burst? Segments? The bracelets I saw had children holding hands, their energy forming a powerful chain that radiated their shared, bolstered energy around them," Zim continued pointedly as he finally dropped Dib, who slid down against the wall. "Given your father's nature to, as you humans say, go big or go foam? He'll likely have them used all over the world. If he uses them to radiate "Peace" then you have these chains spreading their childergy well beyond their starting point, covering enough of the planet to affect it all. True, there is no guarantee your world will fall, but whatever happens, Dib? It will be global in scale."
Dib sat there, taking deep breaths. "Does Gaz know?" he asked in resignation, even if he was a tad skeptical still.
"I only learned of these devices after I...cured you," Zim stated with a shudder at the memory of Dib-blob.
"Yeah, thanks for that," Dib gave begrudgingly.
"Don't thank me! It was merely a favor to my Gaz-slave," Zim stated with a huff.
"...You do favors for the people you want to enslave?" Dib asked with a scowl of confusion.
"GET OUT OF ZIM'S HOUSE!" Zim suddenly yelled as laser-mounted tentacles emerged from his back, making the Earth boy dodge and run out as Zim fired repeatedly at him.
There was a pause until Dib poked his head back in. "Just for the record? This...change won't affect you, curious?" Dib questioned curiously.
Zim rolled his eyes. "No, Dib-stink, we've checked. You have to have been born on the planet for it to affect you," he answered before snapping his fingers, making the door slam shut. By the sounds of pain, it had also hid Dib in the head.
"What a niiiiiice postman," Gir said with a sweet smile.
Zim gave him an odd look. "Gir did you eat my collection of beenie human-smeets?" he asked accusingly.
Gir blinked as he looked down, only the burritos were still there. "Oh yeah," he said as if it was nothing.
"I spent a lot of Earth money on that, Gir! They may have turned out to just be useless junk, but it was ZIM'S amazingly useless junk!" Zim declared in outrage.
"You're just mad you wasted all that time thinking they were human babies," Computer pointed out in amusement.
"Don't remind me. It's not my fault human don't like telling wormbabies how to make more wormbabies until they are definitely NOT wormbabies anymore," Zim complained with crossed arms.
"You really like saying that, don't you?" Computer noted with some confusion.
"It's fun to say," Zim answered with a grin. "Wormbaby. Wormbaby. So, we got everything packed?"
"Yeah, the only thing we can't find is GIR's college diploma," Computer answered.
"Okay...wait, what!?" Zim shouted in surprise. "GIR went to a advanced human university? How?! When!?"
"During your coma, obviously," Computer explained dryly.
"By Irk, what could he even take classes in? Smeet Psychology?!" Zim cried out before blinking. "Why did I think of that?"
"I majored in butts!" GIR exclaimed happily, proceeding to do a very hip shaking dance.
Zim stared for a moment before throwing up his hands. "Zim washes all four hands of this weirdness," he stated as left the room.
"Where are you going?" Computer asked curiously.
"To pork the Gazling!" Zim declared as he stalked off to his Voot cruiser.
An awkward silence filled the room as Computer turned its attention to the defective SIR unit. "You think he knows what that sounds like?" the machine questioned.
"It sounds like PUKEI-PUKEI!" GIR screamed before running off as well, leaving a very exasperated Computer.
Timeskip
"Okay, we're officially all packed!" Zim declared as he looked over a digital list. "The base is set to unmake itself back into the cruiser if it senses an anomaly, all supplies and such that needed to be packed up have been, I have a back up of Computer's AI store in my pak, I have Gir shrunken in a snow globe with all my living experiments along with a lot of this puddy stuff human babies like so much, have a copy of alllllll the recipes from Bloaties, blew up the classroom for old times sake, and most importantly: I have my Gaz-slave," he said with a wide grin before plopping himself down on his throne.
Hover throne to be exact. The muted purple structure sat on top a multilayered dais, floating high above the audience of the keystone.
Next to him, on a small yet very comfy pillow, sat Gaz. "You do know they're not using the bracelets until tomorrow, right?" she reminded, chin in her hands as she watched her father give his speech below.
"Unless he does some sort of live demonstration with the audience. Best not to take chances, Gazling," Zim said, patting her on the head.
"I will bite you," Gaz warned evenly.
"And I will taze you," Zim countered smugly as a tentacle with an electric tip came out of his pak emerged briefly. "So, this the part where you beg me to save your father? Cause I was under the impression you liked him?"
Gaz shrugged. "Dad's messed with plenty of stuff that could kill him, or the world, and came out alive," she reasoned without worry. "He'll be fine."
"Hmm, so this is the infamous syndrome I've heard of human children having: A delusion that one's spawner or spawners are unstoppable," Zim remarked, laying side ways in his seat, before looking down at the professor curiously. "Admittedly, there's evidence in your case."
Both of them grew silent to observe the speech.
"As you know, tomorrow is Peace Day, and nobody is as excited for the big celebration as I am," Professor Membrane stated happily.
"I am!" a man far back in the crowd claimed, getting the professor's attention.
"NOT SCIENTIFICALLY POSSIBLE!" Membrane denied, instantly across the room and pointing at said man.
"Brogling Tarki!" Zim exclaimed in surprise as Gaz smirked. "Zero to pissed in an instant! Your male-creator is certainly talented, Gazling," he complimented.
"Why does that sound familiar?" Gaz murmured with a head tilt as her father instantly returned to the stage.
Her father cleared his throat as he continued with his speech, as if nothing happened. "Children. We discovered they generate an energy field of limitless, chaotic potential. We call that child energy "Childergy." The new Membracelet harnesses that childergy and channels it outward as pure peace and joy. Tomorrow, children will hold hands, encircling the planet in Membracelets to bring about a peace unlike any the world has ever known!"
"Hey, Zim?" Gaz spoke up with a curious scowl. "Walk me through this, cause I couldn't get any time with Dad to explain this to me: How the heck do these bracelets generate peace?"
"Oh, that? Well, my estimation is that seeing how most of the dirtbabies of your kind just want to get along or, at minimum, be personally happy? The bracelets will use the emotional taint on the childergy, purify it and spread that sensation in others. The result is a field that, the deeper within it you are, the more it nullifies violent tendencies, desires, and behaviors," Zim theorized before shrugging. "Or, you know, it might just be low-grade mind control."
Gaz scrunched her brows at that. "Which you'd be immune to since your Pak is your brain."
"Was, actually," Zim answered, not bothering to clarify at her confused look. "Well, looks like Earth is safe until tomorrow. You want me to leave you here or drop you off at home, Gazling?"
"Eh, I got clearance and everything, just let me jump off to the scaffolding," she answered, standing to stretch and crack her neck. "Hey, Zim?"
"Hmm?" he answered with a head tilt, pausing as he was about to move the hover throne.
"If the Earth does end because of this? Sorry my dad stole your thunder before you could show us what you got," she offered with a smile that was half mocking and half genuine.
Zim stared at her before chuckling softly. "It's a wide universe, my Gaz-slave. I'll have plenty other chances to show YOU what I got," he promised playfully.
Gaz just looked up and shook her head at Zim's supposedly unintentional phrasing.
That was when the lights went out.
Large murmuring of confusion went through the room, screams of fear and alarm ringing out as several sounds of something crashing or breaking were heard.
The lights flashed back on revealing three things. Well, one thing to the crowd: Professor Membrane had vanished from the stage! And by the bits of broken glass on the stage, it became obvious this was not a planned exit.
Gaz and Zim, however, looked to each other in surprise. Gaz had been pulled into Zim's lap in the darkness, but had quickly jumped into action once she felt a disturbance. Or, rather, an intruder.
Two figures, dressed in black hoodies and masks, had zip-lined down from the ceiling and landed on either side of the unseen hover throne. Before they had the time to figure out what they were standing on, Gaz had jumped over to one, kicking him in the balls and tossing him down before nearly strangling him with his own zip-line until he passed out. Zim, having simply tazed his enemy without even rising from his seat, looked marvelously impressed.
"Well done, Gazling! I knew you were capable, but that was a rather masterful victory," Zim praised with a small applause.
Gaz rolled her eyes. "I'm guessing these aren't robots of yours or anything?" she asked with folded arms.
Zim just gave her a blank stare. "No Gaz, I didn't just kidnap your father. Stop being your brother right now," he answered with a hint of annoyance.
Gaz stared for a moment before sighing heavily. "Okay, Zim, I know I'm probably not in the position to ask this, but could you...help rescue my Dad?" she asked biting her lip for a second as she struggled with the last word. "Please?"
"No," Zim answered bluntly, seeing her groan in rage and disappointment. "You didn't let your master finish!" Zim cut in, regaining her attention. "Zim will not help you rescue him because Zim will simply being doing it entirely."
"Really? Here I thought you'd just give me some gadgets and let me go to town," Gaz responded in surprise.
"Tempting, but I really need to test out this new body of mine," Zim answered as he stood from his throne, his tentacles emerging to grab the two kidnappers. He snatched a walkie talkie he spied on one before throwing both off his throne, eliciting cries below as two of the perpetrators "fell" from what, to the audience's perspective, must have been a bad attempt to zip-line down. Taking the walkie into his pak, he smirked. "I can track their direction now. Once I get close enough, I should be able to detect the energy from your father's arms."
"And now I'm impressed, a little," Gaz admitted, retaking her seat. Zim, still standing, motionlessly made the throne raise up towards the ceiling, the skylight opening up without any apparent input. "You hacked the systems, didn't you?"
"Honestly, I thought your brother would do something stupid, to me or your father. So, yeah," Zim answered as they rose into the night sky. "They're heading northwest."
"Then what are we waiting for?" Gaz asked impatiently, watching as Zim retook his seat while two joystick like controls emerged from the arms of the throne.
"The autopilot on this thing is only good for hovering and steady traveling, not high speed chases," Zim explained, a holoscreen igniting in front of him and showing a map of the city, before he pushed a button on both sticks.
Gaz almost fell backwards from the sudden throttle, the hover throne lurching forth at what must have been at least a hundred miles an hour. She was honestly glad the alien camouflage also had a passive barrier against wind, or she probably would have knocked back. "What's the plan?"
"Plan A is to confront them somewhere isolated. Plan B? Attack them in the city and wing it from there," Zim explained, giving her a questioning look out of the corner of his eyes. "You know anything about this?"
"What?" Gaz asked with a scowl.
"He's your spawner, you live with him. I assumed you might know his enemies," Zim explained simply as he dodged between and over buildings with ease.
"He's the smartest man in the world, Zim. He has a LOT of enemies. Rival companies and scientists, vengeful former employees and businessmen, even just people wanting to force him to work for them," Gaz pointed out as she grit her teeth.
"And none spring to mind as being able to do this?" Zim countered with a scowl. "We're close."
The pair craned their necks, looking around over the busy street for anything that appeared out of the ordinary in the traffic below. Nothing seemed strange until Zim squinted his eyes at an intersection. From the other three lanes, three black vans converged into one lane, forming a single line. "Gaz, that seem a bit smelly to you?" Zim asked with a scowl.
Gaz followed his line of sight and saw what he meant. "Yeah, real smelly. Any weapons on this thing?" Gaz asked hopefully.
"Just two," he answered absently as he kept pace behind them. "They're heading out of the city."
"And how do you plan to stop them, exactly?" Gaz questioned with a glare, getting very tired of the half-answers.
Zim just grunted as he sped up, pushing far ahead of them, to the point where the suburbs gave way to a brief patch of land before the road cut passed a forest. "I was going to wait until I formally made you my slave before giving you this, but..." Zim trailed off as she looked up at him, only to see Zim's tentacle grasp her around the neck.
"W-what the hell, Zim!?" Gaz yelled with a glare. Zim said nothing as the limb retracted, but something remained on her neck. Her glare intensified as she felt what it was. "Really, Zim? A collar?"
"I told you I was going to enslave you, Gazling," Zim pointed out factually before looking playful. "But being among Zim's favorites has its advantages," he added on.
Gaz was about to retort until she felt the collar...expanding for lack of a better term, forming a layer of thin, alien armor over her left arm. It was purple and distinctly Irken in design. Clutching the claws into a fist, she smirked as she saw it glow green and form an energy ball. "...Okay, that's pretty cool," she admitted as she crushed the sphere into oblivion.
"It's suppose to be an emergency defense mode, so don't waste the energy," Zim warned as he put the craft into hover mode again. "I'm sure you'll figure out the controls quickly. If and when you think I really need back up, feel free to join in. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a ride to catch," he quipped.
"What about the other weapon?" Gaz reminded with a head tilt.
"ZIM is the other weapon!" Zim answered cockily as he looked outwards, seeing the trio of vehicles approaching rapidly. Without another word, he crouched down and waited, gripping the base of the hover throne. His antennae twitched beneath the wig as he breathed deep, eyeing the spot where he knew he'd land and trying to time it just right as the world began to grow far away and muted. At the end of a soft and long exhale, he leapt as if shot out of a cannon.
Streaking across the sky like a star, two of his pak's legs emerged. He slammed into the hood of the vehicle, the pointed tips of the mechanical limbs embedding through the engine, shredding and crushing it into the road below. The van buckled and groaned under the sheer and sudden stop, its backside bouncing upwards briefly.
"What the fuck is that!" the driver yelled as the limbs retracted and Zim stood on the ruin that had been the front of the vehicle.
"Just shoo-GAH!" the passenger screamed as Zim's hands shot through the cracked windshield and ripped both out of their seats through it. With a grunt, Zim slammed their heads together before tossing them aside like rag dolls.
"Wow! That was fun!" Zim declared with a savage grin as he jumped off the side just as more enemies emerged from the rears of the first and the third vans. He didn't even bat an eye as they started to shoot at him with automatic rifles, limbs coming from his pak to create a green, square energy shield. The pathetic specks of metal bounced off the barrier without even a scratch on it. Faking a yawn for a effect, a tentacle emerged to rip the door off the van next to him, throwing it at the groups of kidnappers.
"What the-!?" one of them yelled as the first line managed to dodge the attack, but the two in the back weren't so lucky. "How the hell!?"
"Looks like Membrane had a secret pet project," another remarked, turning back towards the disguised alien, only find him gone. "Where did he-?" he stopped as Zim descended upon him from above, slamming their heads together.
"Ah, Zim is growing quite fond of the sound of human skulls breaking," Zim mused, before turning to face his next opponents.
"Shit!" the one of the two nearest Zim exclaimed as they tried to point their weapons at him, but Zim grabbed the barrels and pointed them down. Pulling the triggers, both enemies shot each other in the foot. As they yelled in pain, Zim's second pair of arms emerged and added more grip on the weapons before striking the humans in their gut. Hard.
One lone gunman from the first van remained, hiding on the other side of the vehicle and wondering just what they were fighting, praying the green technodemon wouldn't notice h-"AHHHH!" he screamed as a white-hot pain bore into his ankle, courtesy of a laser from one of Zim's tentacles.
Zim casually looked towards the four remaining foes from the rear most transport, along with the two in the front seats of the second van.
"Screw this! I didn't sign up for this!" one of them in the rear yelled before jumping back into the van as the kidnappers tried to make both vehicles start.
Before Zim himself could react, a pair of purple beams descended from literally nowhere, right out of the sky, destroying the right wheels on the middle van. Zim blinked before looking up to where he knew Gaz was, giving her a thumbs up. Turning his attention back to the final van, he relaxed his legs and crouched down, preparing to do...something different.
With great, speedy leaps low to the ground, he sped ahead of the transport before it could gain speed. He dashed in front of its path. He was distinctly sure he heard one of them yell at the driver to "floor it". Zim tensed himself, glaring at the machinery rushing towards him. Right as it made impact, his hands shot up. Straining as he was pushed back, Zim hefted both set of arms up.
"What is this freak made of!?" the passenger yelled.
"Get out and shoot him allllreeeadddy!" the driver demanded, his yell turning to fear and shock as Zim managed to tip the van up, making it land sideways with its front aimed towards the sky, trapping those in the back.
With a causal hum, Zim pulled out a small ball from his pak, throwing it up to the front seats before it exploded in a green cloud. There was coughing coming from the thugs in response before they all went silent, the sleeping agent taking hold as the alien walked to the final transport. He cocked his head as he realized how quiet it had become, wondering what was going on.
Suspicious, he stood to one side and used a tentacle to open the door. His caution paid off as a large, blue-white beam of energy rushed out to Zim's surprise. He poked his head in and blinked.
"Ahh, the little foreign boy!" Membrane greeted as he stepped out of the van, the six kidnappers in the back and two in the front all knocked out. "I'm sorry, I thought you were with them...You're not, right?" the Professor asked with a head tilt.
"Um, no. This was kind of a rescue thing?" Zim answered with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh?" Membrane asked, looking around in surprise as he noticed the carnage. "My word, that is impressive, and very brave," Membrane stated genuinely.
"Apparently, also unneeded," Zim noted, looking at the assailants inside. Between himself and the professor, he wasn't entirely sure who did the most damage.
"Well, yes. I allowed myself to be kidnapped so I could figure out who was behind it," Membrane explained simply.
"Oh! Um, sorry?" Zim offered uncertainly, not sure how to respond to that.
"No, no! Don't misunderstand, I truly appreciate the gesture and effort," Membrane assured encouragingly before looking down at him curiously. "Though, I'm a bit confused as to why?"
This Zim could work with. "Oh, Zim was just wanting to help a friend," Zim answered cryptically.
Before Membrane could respond, he found a small figure hugging him. "Glad to see you're okay, Dad," Gaz greeted with a smirk.
"Gaz? Why ar-ahhh, I see now!" Membrane said in understanding. "Well, it appears I need to thank you not only for trying to help me, but for watching over my daughter while I was...occupied."
"Dad, I can take care of myself," Gaz reminded as she stepped back with hands on her hips.
"I know you can, dear, but I'm always happy to know you have friends to rely on," Membrane said in amusement before eyeing her oddly. "What is that on your arm?"
"Just something Zim gave me for the rescue," Gaz answered, sending Zim a look, who just rolled his eyes.
"Hmm?" Membrane watched in interest as the gauntlet shrunk down into a collar that popped off. "I see you're even more a boy of science than I gave you credit for, Zim."
Zim felt his antennae go up under his wig. Unless he was wrong, that was the first time the professor used his name. "Just something I've been tinkering with," Zim answered offhandedly as he took the collar.
"I was referring to the hover-chair," Membrane corrected, making the child and alien freeze. "What? I have advanced anti-stealth goggles in these," he answered, tapping his headgear for effect.
"Why am I not surprised?" Gaz wondered with an almost smug look.
"It's a very nice craft," Membrane assured with a shrug. "It comes off a bit supercilious, but I'm not one to judge."
"Yes, well, you still owe me for this one, Gazling," Zim stated, only a little annoyed that his help had not been needed in the end. "So, do you two need a ride?" he offered awkwardly, deciding if Membrane knew about that, there was no point in hiding it. He'd have to be a bit careful around the scientist from now on though.
"No, no, the police and my security team will be here soon," Membrane assured, waving him off. "Rest assured, I'll leave you out of this, Zim."
"...Thank you?" Zim said uncertainly, wondering why but didn't believe it wise to voice that question. "See you tomorrow, Gazling!" he said before jumping onto his hover-throne, disappearing in midair to the naked eye.
Membrane watched the little green boy take off before looking down at his daughter, who had a small smile on her face. A rare sight. "So," Membrane paused to get her attention, even as he heard faint sirens in the air. "You two seemed to be enjoying yourselves before my abduction," he commented with a hint of teasing.
Now Gaz had wide eyes. "You could see us the whole time?"
"Mostly, yes," he answered with a knowing tone. "It's not like I changed my goggles while being kidnapped, Daughter."
"We're just friends, Dad," Gaz stated with crossed arms and an eye roll.
"Of course, of course. Still, should I be concerned about this Zim boy putting a collar on my daughter?"
The Professor tried not to laugh as his daughter kicked him in the shin before stomping away with embarrassed grumbling.
End of Chapter
And there you have it, another stage in Zim the Warlord! And we have gone completley off canon's reservation now with Membrane's kidnapping. Assuming Earth survives Peace Day, it will be very eventful times as the Membranes try to find out who kidnapped the professor, while Zim plots world domination.
Until next time, happy holidays!