This is my first Invader Zim story and I am super excited. I have been wanting to do this story for years now, and I had recently gotten back into the series, so it's finally time!
I have not forgotten about my other stories and am in the process of writing them! I will be going back and forth.
Enjoy this prologue of doom!
Outcasts
Prologue
Night would always be the time where children were most afraid. It's when the ghosts and monsters came out and there was nowhere safe to be except in their own beds.
Twelve-year old Dib Membrane wasn't necessarily afraid, but more so alert. He had always been interested in the supernatural, despite nobody else in the town believing him.
The only person who truly believed that Earth was under threat was Zim the alien himself.
Dib wouldn't stop at nothing to keep Zim from taking over the world, and did everything he could to stop him. Despite Zim's attempts, however, it had been several months since he came to Earth and went undercover as a junior high student.
Dib found the alien to continuously act on impulse, and failed his attempts to conquer the world. The boy, though, knew that Zim was dangerous. It was, however, starting to feel more natural to just watch the alien try and fail.
He was still worried, though. Whether it was Zim, or something else, Dib knew something just wasn't right.
His chest felt so heavy one Saturday night as he lay in bed. He was trying so badly to wake up as he felt himself floating in his room. Zim has me, he thought. He's taking me and is going to experiment on me.
Zim has abducted the boy once or twice before, and had attempted to experiment on him. Dib had always made it out alive, but he knew that the little green guy would always come back.
Dib grunted in fear, trying so desperately to fight back whatever it was that had a hold of him. He couldn't move at all, and felt a ringing in his ear. Let me go!
"Shut up, I'm trying to sleep!" somebody called from the other room.
Dib was finally able to jolt himself awake and out of bed. He gasped repeatedly, realizing he had been asleep paralyzed, and not being taken by the supernatural. The boy would have believed it though, if it weren't for his nine year old sister, Gaz, screaming from her room.
Dib must have been screaming in some sorts, trying to wake up, and it bothered his sister. It was no surprise that Gaz was irritated, for she had always been on his case about how disturbed he was.
The boy climbed back into his bed and peaked out the window, seeing the fair stars in the sky. So, Zim was probably not trying to take him, but was he doing anything?
Zim didn't need to sleep, however, he still dreamed, especially when he was tired and overworked with trying to come up with plans for his mission.
He sat at his computer staring blankly into the scream, but his mind was elsewhere. He wasn't so sure how many times he tried and failed to take over the planet.
Zim would never give up, but deep down, he was starting to get exhausted. He wasn't so sure if it was because he was constantly surrounded by humans. He questioned that, because it was starting to become natural for him.
Dib was never able to reveal Zim, but there were many times where the alien feared that his race would be discovered.
He felt himself floating in a prison tube surrounded by people, as if he were in a science museum. He was scared, angry, and tired all at once. He almost felt helpless as he placed his hands on the glass of the tube and stared out, seeing the familiar Dib standing at the entrance of the room.
Dib didn't point or laugh. He didn't rub it in Zim's face. He only stood there lifelessly, staring at him.
Zim couldn't read the child's feelings, but he could feel his own. He begged the boy to free him. The human child that he had known for several months would have laughed by now.
In this fantasy, Dib was not laughing. It was almost as if he was trying to figure out what he wanted. Was he going to free him? Was he going to speak to him? Nothing.
Zim gasped himself awake from his dream and shook his head. "That stupid human Dib, stay out of my head," he demanded, although the boy wasn't there.
Dib, who was trying to get back to sleep, held his head and shouted out in pain. "Zim! Enough!" He knew it was Zim. The two had done so much together, trying to stop each other from their attempts, that they were beginning to feel each other.
Whenever Dib felt any sort of pain, he knew it was Zim. And whenever Zim could see Dib in his mind, he knew instantly that the human boy was trying to taunt him.
"I don't like you," Zim said, trying to reach the boy's mind. "Just..enough."
Dib groaned in annoyance as he held his pillow close to him. "I hate you, Zim."