#dib have a bigger head than zim's

[kounezi13]

grr

[simping-invader]

PART 3~

So not going to lie there's probably a lot of inconsistency throughout the story just because I'm writing each part on a different day and I don't really read through the last part to remember the details I put in so some things are shoehorned in ignore those <3

ANYWAY

Onto part 3

Zims Pov:

Dib's actions make my head spin. does he know what he's doing to me? not to mention how he won't give me my own shirt back! And to make it worse he even has my pac! most confusingly why is he insisting to 'hang out' as he put it.  "You still haven't explained why you think you can just 'hang' around my base, Dib-stink" I huff, having to almost speed walk to keep up with him." Because I'm bored." dib only briefly looks back at me when he speaks, thankfully so. my mind won't get out of the gutter. "How is that my problem, go find some humans to bother. I have much better things to do!"

 hopefully we get to my base soon...these 'swim shorts' are clinging to my skin and driving me mad.  not to mention if Dib keeps being so...Whatever he is! I'll have a... bigger problem other than my antenna.  It's not helping that Dibs shorts are also clinging to his skin, and that on its own is making me feel all sorts of ways. Dib laughs a bit, snaping me out of my filthy thoughts. "Better things like what Zim? it's been years since you've done anything. you're just locked up in your base all the time doing nothing." How DARE this stupid human claim to know what I! ZIM have been doing! " I'll have you know I'm simply waiting for my tallest! soon enough I'll bet off this blasted rock and your EaRtH will be part of the great Irken empire!" I yell, much to my Suprise Dib stops in his track. good. maybe that stupid human is going to beg for Zim's forgiveness.

dibs pov:

Zim's confident proclamation catches me by surprise... there's no way he really believes they're still coming. i turn around, expecting to see some look of sarcasm, but instead Zim's body language actually matches his voice for once. Then smaller alien was glaring at me, his antenna Stright back, and looking sharp enough to stab me if he wanted to. I feel my face Morph from amusement to pity and shock. "You... Zim you actually think they're coming back?" Zims anger only seems to grow from my question, his glare now shooting daggers at me. " OF COURSE, THEY ARE" he yells at me, a real yell, for the first time in years. " My tallest are simply preparing the armada!" I take a step towards him "Zim...I've heard them... On my radio... they're not coming." Zim looks like he's ready to attack me as I get closer to him...Luckly, I have his Pac, so if he decides to lunge, he won't have any machinal advantage. not that he really needs one. I may tower over him Hight wise now, but I know his irken strength can still out match me. " Shut up! you know nothing!" he spits out, his words filled with venom. 

I can't help but sigh, the harsh sun beating down on us starting to annoy me. " Zim, I can prove it to you. when's the last time you even heard from them?"  Zim pauses, clearly having to think about it. " Well, when i last called them was at the Hiskool graduation. I reported that I had collated all the information we needed for the invasion and would stand by for their instructions." I just look at him. god he's fucking oblivious. " That was almost 5 years ago Zim. 5 years. Don't you think they would have at least updated you by now?" Zim's antennae drop down briefly, almost as if he's considering the truth, but they almost immediately shoot back to their angry position. "They're just busy!" His absolute stubborn obviousness' starts to piss me off, the heat not helping. "Zim oh my god. if you're so sure about that, why don't we call them. " Zim seems happy...Ish about that suggestion, his body language relaxing and his antenna going into a more neutral position. "Fine. let's go call them! then you'll see!" I can't help but roll my eyes as we start heading to his base once again. part of me want to laugh at him when his 'beloved tallest' confirm that they want nothing to do with him...the rest of me worries about how this will completely destroy him...

After not too long of a walk we reach his base. Zim wastes no time to push past me once we get inside, almost marching towards the tv.  "Computer!  call the tallest!" with his command, the tv switches from the random show Gir had left on, to a standing image of the irken symbol with 'calling the tallest' in bold letters across it. the line rings for far too long before it's finally picked up and the two leaders of irk appear on screen, immediately looking annoyed to see it was Zim who called. the red one smacked the purple one as Zim turns around to look at me with a ' i told you so' smirk. "What did I tell you about answering transmissions from earth!" red scolds, not even attempting to whisper. Zim doesn't seem to pick up on the clear annoyance towards him, that smirk still on his face.  "My tallest! it is Zim! I'm called to ask about plans for earth, when will i be taken off this soon to be part of our great empire!" I sit back on the couch as the red leader sighs in annoyance "never Zim." his words are short and his tone his blunt.  Zim spins around to face me with a cocky smirk" see Dib! I told you they-" his antennae drop down as his face shifts to one of shock. he slowly turns back to the screen, facing his uncaring leaders. "What?" he mumbles out, only getting two annoyed looks back " we're not coming. stop calling us. you're not an invader and we want nothing to do with that pathetic rock." reds voice was full of hate as he spoke, and with each word Zim seemed to shrivel into himself. "Congrats on at least growing some. " The purple one adds sarcastically. over the past 10ish years Zim has been on earth, he's only grown about 2 and a half feet, still leaving him rather short. both cracking up in laughter before the line is dropped.

My 'I told you so' suddenly self when Zim faces me once more, looking betrayed and crushed. "Zim..." I say softly, wanting to comfort him. "Get out" he utters, his gaze looking towards the floor. "Zim I'm sorry... i tried to war-" Zim cuts me off glaring up at me, his eyes filled with rage and hurt. " I said GET OUT! leave me alone!" my lips part as i go to speak but i decide against it, sighing as i get up, leaving his things on the couch before heading to the front door. before i leave i turn back to him "you know where to find me if you need anything..."  with that I leave, heading back towards my house, feeling guilty about shattering his illusion, even if reality needed to be brought to his attention.

3rd person pov:

A few days pass with neither boys hearing from, or seeing the other. After the reality check from the Tallest, Zim hasn't left his base, nor has he left his private quarters, allowing his s.i.r unit to run rampage around his base. After 5 days of not seeming Zim leave the house, Dib started to get more worried about the alien then he already was, and on the 6th day he decides to go see him. 

Dibs pov;

once again i was woken up before my alarm, my thoughts making it hard for me to sleep. its's been days since last saw Zim...I don't know how he'll react to seeing me, but i just...i need to make sure he's ok. i look out my window, seeing that the sun slowly raising across the Horrison, its golden light softly lighting up the sky. maybe an early morning walk can brighten Zim's mood... yeah...I'll do that. I nod to myself as i swing my legs off the bed before slowly getting up and stretching.  I throw on a random pair of blue jean shorts and a tank top before heading downstairs and out the door. I hope Zim won't attack me on sight... after a short 10-minute walk i find myself at his door, and with a bit of hesitation i knock. much to my surprise the door immediately opens.  when the door opens i can see the absolute mess that is currently Zim's base, and equally messy Gir smiling up at me " HIIIIIIIIIIIIIII." the state of the base makes me more worried for zims mental state. "Hey gir...where's zim?"

 i gently push the robot to the side, letting myself in. almost instantly my nose is assaulted with a combination of smells, almost none of them pleasant. " He's sleeping SHHHHHHHHHHHHHH." i look around at the mess surrounding me " how...long has he been asleep?" Everything about this is..so concerning... " few days. he must be reaaally tired." days?? zim hasn't left his room in days???  I walk past gir, my feet moving on their own as i walk towards zims bedroom. Without knocking i open the door, slightly relieved to find the room clean. The room was completely dark aside from the slivers of sunlight filtering in through the window. in the middle of the room was a large, round green and pink bed. the walls were bare side from the now ripped up irken flags. zim was laying almost lifelessly on the bed, his back towards me.  his irken uniform was thrown onto the floor, and it looked like he was wearing some old gym shorts from skool. "zim..." i speak softly as i walk into the room, slowly approaching the bed. When i don't get a response i get closer. "Zim it's been days...are you ok."

ending this here because its long as shit <3-

Previous Part 👇

[messinwitheddie]

Dib "Pretty sure that's everything you brought with you from Cali and whatever you wrote while you lived with us. Dad has literally never touched any of our bedrooms since we moved out. It's kind of sweet, but also kind of creepy."

Squee "I can't believe he didn't throw all of my old journals out. I thought about throwing them out a thousand times."

Reg "Glad you didn't now, hu?"

Squee "Sort of. I'm not sure how useful any of this will be to Dipper, but-"

Dib "I think he just wants a second opinion-- like a beta reader. He over thinks everything every step of the way."

Squee "So you recommend ME to help ghost write the fourth journal?"

Dib "It's the perfect side project for you, trust me."

Squee "Yeah, maybe. It's a lot of pressure."

Dib "Only if you psych yourself out over it. Just enjoy the experience. You owe it to yourself."

Squee "I haven't dedicated any significant time or energy into writing since high school. Back then, it was just an escape from school bullies and home bully. Mostly fanfiction and campy short horror stories."

Dib "Which were amazing, I read them. So, keep writing. Don't let the sucky people that got in your way over a decade ago stop you from doing something awesome you want to do now. I was bullied for my interests and look at me, still chasing the paranormal... when free time permits me."

Reg "You were bullied in school too?"

Dib "Yeah, big time."

Reg "By WHO?"

Dib "Pretty much everyone; other kids, teachers, your grandad on occasion, your aunt Gaz-"

Reg "Really?"

Squee "She can bully with the best of them if you push her buttons right."

Reg "Wow."

Dib "Some kids were bigger jerks than others, but I never really found a group of kids I connected with until I met the Pines twins. I rarely left my room without hearing the words "big head" directed towards me."

Reg "But you're big and strong and super science smart. Who would ever screw with you?"

Dib "I was scrawny and awkward right up until my sophomore year of high school. Being... neurodivergent didn't help my case."

Reg "That's not a reason to make fun of someone."

Squee "You're not a bully, that's why you subscribe to that logic. My suggestion, make online friends. That's the beauty of the internet."

Reg "I know technically I have friends, it's just... Is bullying something everyone goes through?"

Squee "I didn't used to think so, but the older I get and the more people I interact with, I realized the answer is yes. Bullying is a learned behavior reinforced by past bullying. Most of the time, if someone is abusing the people around them, in some way, they're being abused themselves. You can't stop bullies from roaming this earth. You can just choose not to be one."

Reg "Is that why dad's a bully now? Because he was bullied when he was a kid?"

Dib "Wait wait wait-- You think I'm a bully? Seriously?"

Reg "You have... bully-like tendencies."

Dib "NO I DON'T. "

Reg "You bully Zim."

Dib "ZIM is an imperialist megalomaniac butt weevil from space! I don't BULLY Zim, I retaliate."

Squee "You bully the interns at the lab."

Dib "Because they're idiots who can't follow directions! Being assertive and expecting my coworkers to focus and not blow anything up doesn't make me a bully."

Reg "You harass your fellow swollen eyeballs."

Dib "Don't even-- I've had to defend my theories and research from oblivious trolls and amateurs trying to pick apart my work every step of the way! Todd, man, tell the boy I'm not a bully."

Squee "You have bully-like tendencies."

Dib "..."

Squee/ Reg "..."

Dib "Okay... nice to know what my big brother and my only son really think of me."

Reg "Dad-"

Dib "No, I get it. It's cool."

Squee "Come on, man-"

*series of high pitched, static and beeping*

Dib "Holy shit, my ghost boxes are going off like crazy. At least the spirits in this house think I'm bearable to be around."

Squee " Wait, Dib, that's probably just Nny-- he'll figure it out."

Reg -sad groan-

Squee "I can't win."

[For context, because my aus are all over the place.

Dib had bought a historically haunted house upstate on an impulse with the intention of ghost hunting with Reg, father and son. However, Reg has decided to go live with his mother on the Von Verminstrasser cryptid nature reservation, virtually crushing Dib's dream.

He rents the house out to the recently married, Squee and Pepito.

Sketched these out on break and lunch throughout last week. Decided to clean them up a little earlier today.]

[geekcat]

@alt-zadr-b1tch3z A little written piece for Alt ZADR Week: Slasher (Gore, Parody, Camping, Grunge)

Dib took a step back, wiping the sweat off of his brow as he looked over the tent he had set up. Sure, it might have been a little lopsided, but he was confident that it wouldn’t collapse on top of them in the middle of the night.

"About time!" Zim said from the other side of the clearing. Dib turned and saw that he was still sitting on that log, looking at him haughtily. "What happened to it being ready before the sun set, hmm?" He gestured to the sky, now a deep purple and filled with stars.

Dib blushed, but shot him a look. "Would’ve gone faster if you helped," he pointed out. "What have you done during this camping trip, huh?"

Zim pointed to the pile of sticks in front of him, which Dib had collected earlier. One of his PAK legs emerged, firing a laser and setting it all ablaze. He gave Dib a smug look.

"...you’re terrible," Dib said without vitriol, crossing the clearing and sitting right beside him. Zim smiled, leaning against him and butting his head against Dib’s chin.

“Like you're any better,” Zim countered. “Besides, the trip was your idea.”

True, but that didn't mean Dib wanted to buy all the supplies, lug everything around all day, and find a good spot to rest. It would have been nice if Zim had helped a little. At least he hadn't gotten either of them injured on this trip yet.

Still, he lightly kissed the base of Zim's antennae, making Zim chirp in response. Zim nuzzled his neck, and leaned in for a kiss—only for them both to flinch when Dib's stomach growled loudly.

Dib sighed, reaching for his pack and digging around until he found the cooler. “Thanks for making the fire,” he said as he pawed through the food. “I guess I won't have to wait to cook these.” He pulled out a package of hot dogs. He quickly tore open the packaging and grabbed a long stick sitting by the log.

“Ugh, meat?” Zim said. Dib ignored him, skewering one hot dog on the stick and holding it into the fire. It was rather peaceful, watching the flame lick along the sides of it…

Zim clearly disagreed, his face scrunching up as he made exaggerated gagging sounds, turning from Dib and his soon-to-be-meal and sticking out his tongue. "I can’t believe you’re actually eating that," he said. "It smells wretched."

Dib rolled his eyes. "It can’t be that bad." He twirled the stick, cooking the other side. Zim gagged again, reaching up to try and cover his antennae.

"Do you even think about what’s in those?"

"I try not to." Dib nudged the bag beside the cooler. "And it’s not like I’m making you eat one. There’s things for s’mores in there."

Zim lightly perked up, and began to paw through the bag. But, instead of cooking anything, he chose to tear open the bag of marshmallows and pop them into his mouth one at a time. He was still unhappily looking at the hot dog.

It didn’t take long for the hot dog to finish cooking. Dib pulled it out of the fire, sticking it into a bun and standing up, his knees popping. He sat next to Zim, leaning his head against his alien’s shoulder.

...well, he attempted to. Zim recoiled before he even got close. "Keep that vile meat tube away from me!"

Dib frowned at him, tearing open a ketchup packet. "You’re making this into a bigger deal than it needs to be."

Zim hissed quietly at him. Dib shoved the hot dog to Zim, who leapt away. It hadn’t even been close to him.

"Ugh, the smell...!" He gagged and quickly stood up. "You can poison yourself with that, but I refuse to be around that thing." He began to walk to the edge of the clearing, shocking Dib.

"Hey, wait!" Dib yelled. "It’s not a good idea to go alone. You don’t know what comes out at night here!"

Zim turned to look back. His grin stretched a little too widely, showing off all his teeth as his eyes gleamed. "Oh, my Dib," he said. "Nothing around here could be prepared to handle me."

And with that, before Dib could say anything else, he stormed off into the dark foliage, taking the marshmallows with him.

Dib scoffed, glowering after him as he took a bite of his hot dog. He knew that Zim could handle himself, but that didn’t mean he liked having his warnings brushed off.

He continued to devour his hot dog, glancing back at his cooler and debating on whether to cook another. Suddenly, an idea popped into his mind. He glanced between his cooler and the dark woods, a devious grin spreading over his face.

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Zim came back into the clearing not long after he had left. He had polished off most of the marshmallows, and had gotten bored of wandering through the trees and scaring local wildlife. Dib had to have finished his meal by now.

He was pleased to note that the fire was still crackling brightly. But his antennae drooped slightly when he didn’t immediately spot Dib.

"Dib-beast! Zim has returned!" No response. "...Dib? Do not ignore me!"

Still nothing. Zim scowled, tossing the marshmallow bag next to the rest of Dib’s things. It looked like everything was still there, so he couldn't have gone very far…

A soft wheeze from by the tent caught his attention. His antennae shot straight up, and he quickly rushed over to the sound's source. Dib was lying on the ground, curled into a ball with his back to Zim.

“Dib!” Zim rushed forward, shaking his shoulder. “What are you doing? I thought the point of the tent was to not sleep on the ground."

Dib wheezed again, looking over his shoulder. “Zim,” he gasped. “I'm not…it's…I told you about things at night…”

Zim noticed the red liquid staining his fingers just as Dib shifted, revealing his torso. His whole stomach was stained with that same red liquid, and…Zim saw what had to have been Dib's organs lying on top, not inside of his Dib where they needed to say.

A piece slipped off and fell to the ground. Zim screamed, scaring away any wildlife still in the area.

“D-D-Dib,” he stammered. “D-Don't worry, Zim can fix this! Just need to get all y-your vile, puny organs where they need to go!”

He pressed his hands on Dib's stomach, stopping any more of his blood from gushing out. Quickly, he gathered the loose meaty bits into a pile and tried to shove them back into Dib's body. But of course, nothing of Dib's would ever cooperate with him, so they kept slipping out from between his fingers, much to his growing frustration.

A soft wheeze made him look at Dib's face. His shoulders were shaking, and he was biting down on his lip, tears in the corners of his eyes. “Stop crying!” Zim snapped at him. “You'll be fine. I'm going to make sure you're fine, and I’ll make you regret it if you're not!”

He continued to try and fix Dib up. Dib's shoulders shook more and more, making Zim panic more…until several organs slipped away from him. He let out a high-pitched, undignified squawk, scrambling after them.

Dib finally opened his mouth…and burst out laughing. Zim froze, shocked. Had the human become delirious in his last moments?

“Oh, my God,” Dib wheezed. “I'm fine, Zim! Check it out.”

He sat up and lifted his shirt, revealing that he was unwounded. He was still laughing as he let his shirt back down, and Zim stared at him with a dumbfounded expression.

“But…your blood! Your organs…”

Dib laughed harder, picking up one of the bits of organ that had fallen on the ground and holding it out to Zim. Zim took it and narrowed his eyes. It looked like a shredded, meaty tube, somehow very familiar to him…

He gagged and tossed the raw hot dog away in disgust. Dib pulled empty ketchup packets out of his pockets and put them into his bag, still laughing. “Oh, man, your expression…you should have seen…it…”

His laughter died down as he looked back at Zim…specifically, the very dark look on Zim's face. He held up his hands in a gesture of innocence, the alien shooting him a death glare. “…I thought it would be funny?”

Zim hissed, lifting himself up on his PAK legs and towering over him. “Yes,” he spat. “And I'm sure my panic for your safety was downright hilarious, wasn't it?”

A little, yeah, but Dib knew better than to say that out loud. Still, Zim stepped closer, getting right in his face.

“Then I’m sure that me not letting you out of my sight for a second is going to make this a very amusing trip for you!” Zim continued.

“Eh…heh…what?”

Zim jabbed a finger into Dib's chest. “You tricked me into thinking you were dying by the claws of some awful beast. Well, you aren't getting out of my sight, so that won't end up happening! And you won't get the chance to trick me like that again.”

He flicked Dib's forehead, then stepped away, crossing his arms and glaring at him. Dib rubbed the back of his neck. At least Zim hadn't threatened to actually gut him for pulling that trick on him. Being glared at, he could deal with.

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Not long after, Dib had changed into his nightshirt and shorts, and was laying down in the tent. True to his word, Zim refused to look away once, even as he changed. Dib half-expected him to sit in the corner of the tent and glare at him all night.

Imagine his surprise when Zim came over and began spooning him, his arms wrapped around Dib's chest and his head resting on the nape of Dib's neck.

Dib had brightened up at this—it must have meant Zim had forgiven him for the prank. But now, after hearing Zim click and chirp angrily with every small move Dib made, he realized…

Zim had him trapped.

To test this, Dib shifted, attempting to roll over. Zim growled, grip tightening and claws digging into Dib's skin. Dib froze, and Zim slowly relaxed…though still kept his grip tight.

“…I love you?” Dib said, trying to sound placating and apologetic.

“…love you, too,” Zim said. “You're still not getting out of my sight.”

Dib sighed and relaxed. It had still been worth it.

[rememberthisham]

All He Ever Wanted Ch. 17

The ground leeched the warmth from Dib as he lay on it. The mud was cold and still a little damp from where the snow had melted the week prior. The lessons with the witch were certainly progressing but they weren't making any more sense.

The point of this exercise was, for some reason, to pretend he was lying on a carpet. It was difficult with the blank white sky burning his eyes and the wind blowing every so often to remind him he was outdoors. He tried not to fidget or picture the spiders in the leaves around him that he couldn't see, grateful for his signature trench coat acting as an added layer between himself and the ground.

He did suppose one reason for the exercise could've been to get him away for a while. The witch was certainly devious enough to fabricate a plan to make Dib just sit outside and not bug him for a few hours, especially after earlier…

He'd rushed to the witch's cabin after Skool at a full run, practically letting himself in after knocking. He'd told the witch all about the 'homework' assignment and how it had gone so much different than he'd expected. He told him about Zim opening his eyes to his banishment and the temporary stillness their rivalry had taken. He gushed about the technology, the TECHNOLOGY!

He had probably bored the witch most with his in-depth description of the moving platforms and the tubes to nowhere and the weird potato/tomato printer. Then he finally got into the best details about the PAK and how Irkens could possibly have gotten the technology to create a metal casing meeting the conditions necessary to keep a brain alive while also holding so much machinery in such a compact space. He talked about their discoveries and their plans for more and how he couldn't wait for his dad to leave so he could actually have the first MRI scan of an alien's brain.

The witch had to wait a long time for Dib to finally tire himself out. He was clearly out of his depth on how to respond to the dump of information, but he'd told Dib that pursuing common interests with a friend was healthy.

"But you probably shouldn't be prying into someone else's body, he could get hurt."

"Ok, first of all," he'd responded, never pausing his excited pacing. "Zim is not a friend. And the betterment of science is not a common interest." He'd defended.

"Betterment of science…" the witch had muttered. "Your pool of peers who actually match your education level is slim, and isn't going to get bigger the longer you isolate yourself." This remark had finally made Dib stop mid-stride.

"What are you saying?"

The old witch shrugged at the question, smirking as he replied. "The crayfish sides with the crab."

In the end, he'd assigned Dib to lie on the ground and gone home. Dib snorted, thwarting a gnat as it tried valiantly to fly up his nose.

He was not friends with Zim. He was continuing his research into extraterrestrial biology with the same goal he'd always had, exposing the existence of aliens to the world. He was going about it less aggressively now that he knew the fate of humanity wasn't at stake, but his endgame had never changed.

He sat up with a huff, blinking as the sudden rush of blood away from his brain made his head hurt. When was the last time he'd drank water? He stood from his spot on the ground and twisted back slightly to look at the small house in the trees, contemplating going back and talking to his teacher some more.

The witch made him go calm down and touch grass, now that he was calm he didn't really feel like learning any more about 'the craft'.

He felt like learning more about aliens.

That wasn't new, and he let the familiar desire fuel his steps as he left the woods, heading back into town. He trudged down the roads, dodging a stray shopping cart as it rocketed up the sidewalk powered by gravity and the momentum of the unfortunate teenager astride it. He walked himself back to his house out of habit, staring at the building for a moment and wondering if there was anywhere else he had to go that day before heading inside. He didn't want to go home but he didn't really want to go anywhere else, so here he was.

Opening the door he was met with the familiar sound of Gaz watching TV. The familiar hallway with various family portraits with his father telecommuting to be in them. He stepped into the familiar kitchen to have the same familiar soda he usually grabbed before going to his familiar room…

Uh…

He froze, hand on the soda and head in the fridge. Had he actually seen that? He slowly closed the refrigerator and sure enough at the table sat his father, hands folded and goggled face smiley as he sat casually across the table from none other than Zim.

He stared openly at the purely outlandish sight of Zim in his house and having what looked like tea with his dad. Zim was disguised in his humorously unconvincing wig and contact lenses, and acted as if nothing was amiss. He used a gloved pinky to pick something out of his clearly inhuman teeth before raising a lack of an eyebrow at Dib's consistent stare.

"Hello son," Professor Membrane spoke up, seemingly not noticing the Mega-Stuf-Oreo thick tension. "I didn't expect you home from school so soon."

"I…" Dib short-circuited, making Zim smile malevolently at his confusion. "What is he doing here?" He asked, pointing accusingly.

"I found your foreign friend here trying to fit through the mail slot. Isn't that funny?"

"He's not—"

"WE ARE NOT FRIENDS!" Zim interrupted Dib with the same correction at a much greater intensity. If Dib had checked his cameras he would've seen the utterly torturous morning Zim had had with his minions to fuel such an outburst. After Dib had left the base it had been nothing but Minimoose giving sarcastic squeaks and GIR screeching about how he missed 'Master's best friend Mary'. Zim's eye twitched slightly as he carefully corrected his statement.

"Ehem…I mean…yes, I am one of your spawn's meat-friends from the education brick." He confirmed with a forced smile. "Weren't you speaking?"

"Yes yes, my expansion." The Professor somehow sipped his tea through his collar without incident and seemed to continue a previous story. "The Tokyo grand opening is tomorrow, our facility will bring free and mandatory psychiatric resources to the entire eastern continent of the world just as it has been doing for the Americas for nearly ten years." He said excitedly. Zim nodded and brought his own tea to his mouth, clearly not sipping any, before putting the cup back down. 

"Fascinating." He said forcefully. "And how mandatory are these 'resources'? Would you say it would be pointless for the puny eastern humans to resist them?" He pressed. "That soon the entire world will be doomed to bow before the awesome and terrifying might of your 'resources'?"

"Why…" the professor scratched the strap of his goggles with a finger. "That is such an interesting way of putting it. Yes, theoretically, that is what we're striving for here at Membrane labs!" He confirmed with a chuckle. Dib watched the conversation for a little too long before he realized he was just staring, mouth open in confusion and disbelief. With a shake of his head, he approached the table and took a seat.

"I'm sorry son but I didn't make any extra, would you like foodio to start another pot?" His father produced a button that seemed to appear from the palm of his hand, thumb hovering over it. 

"No, no, I'm good." He placated until his father put Foodio's button away. Be cracked open the tab of his soda and noticed with a smirk how Zim recoiled from the noise almost imperceptibly. "So why are you here?" He addressed the alien, Zim lacing his fingers politely. 

"As a fellow hairless ape with a hopelessly over-swollen frontal cortex for its evolutionary state, I thought getting involved with the local outlets for scientific expression would do me well." He said innocently. "I am a bit of a scientist myself."

"Are you, young man? How cute!" The Professor said earnestly.

"Ignorant fool, I WILL OWN YOU!" Zim shouted through his teeth at first before it burst into the room as if he couldn't hold it in. He coughed into his fist several times. "Uh…sorry, I have one of those human coughing diseases that don't draw attention." He excused, Membrane nodding as if that checked out perfectly.

"I'm only a few days away from a cure for that. Never a dull moment around here." He remarked conversationally. At that moment the mechanical band he always wore around his wrist began to beep wildly. He looked down at it, tapped several buttons, and took on a very concerned posture. "Oh dear, I'm needed at the lab." He jumped from his chair.

"What?"

"Dad!"

"Goodbye, kids!" He called, stuffing the toaster, the blender, and the knife block into his briefcase before marching down the hallway. "I'll be back later tonight or after the opening, Foodio's in charge, and no ordering more than four pizzas a week. Love you!" He closed the door with a slam. 

The house was quiet aside from the small, disinterested "later dad," from Gaz in the living room. Dib turned slowly to glare at Zim across the table.

"What?"

"Why are you actually here, Zim?" The alien pushed his teacup away in disgust, making a weary 'pshhhh' sound and staring at the ceiling.

"You invited me, human."

"After my dad left for Tokyo."

"I wanted to talk to your parental unit." 

"WHY?" Dib pressed in frustration. "He can't help you, he won't even admit you're an alien." 

"Oh, Dib…" Zim stood and shook his head in pity. "Poor, stupid, stupid, ignorant Dib." He continued. "POOR, SILLY—"

"Would you make your point?"

"You see, your father is my key to ruling this pathetic ball of dirt." He explained. "He's already got the entire population to worship him, I could easily seize power once I just…" he balled his fists in visible frustration, "just…just…figure out how he did it." He finished. Dib blinked at Zim and pressed his palms to his eyes under his glasses.

"You've got to be kidding me." He breathed. "You're still trying to conquer the Earth?" He asked in disbelief.

"Not trying, succeeding." Zim corrected him unhelpfully.

"Don't you get it?" He laughed almost hysterically. "They're never going to respect you, Zim. No matter how much you do to prove yourself or how hard you try to impress them, they're never going to be impressed." He stood from the table. Zim narrowed his eyes.

"You don't understand how—"

"You're hopeless! You need to get it through your ugly green head, Zim, they're laughing at you. They banished you. They're never going to see what you're trying to do to help them. No matter what you're always going to be alone and unloved and stuck while he goes off and makes history for the thousandth time."

"What?"

"And when you finally think you have something he can't deny? When you finally shove his stupid face in the truth? He's going to look at you, with no remorse, and with a straight-faced smile say that's not real." He was breathing pretty heavily by the end of his rant. Zim had started off looking offended, but now he was just confused and perhaps a little perturbed. 

"Human…you've lost me."

"I…" Dib felt his face heat like a tea kettle. Unbearable embarrassment boiled over his skin as he fought not to let the tightness in his throat become actual tears, that was the last thing he needed. "I…" he still didn't have any way to finish the statement he'd started, but he couldn't just say nothing. He closed his eyes, taking the deep breaths, four seconds in and four seconds out. Slowly his embarrassment seemed to ebb slightly and his skin cooled just a little. "I…" he breathed the syllable one last time before continuing. "I'm sorry." He said at last. With that, he took his soda from the table and left the kitchen. 

He trudged up the stairs and found his bedroom door. He breathed out finally as he shut the door behind him, leaning heavily against it.

Zim watched the human leave after his outburst and felt suddenly very out of place. He was obviously out of place in his former enemy's kitchen, but he felt out of place even in a mission of infiltration. He felt as if he no longer had the right to be there.

Ridiculous. 

"Now look at what you did." Zim jumped as the Dib-sister seemed to materialize in the doorway to the kitchen. Her creepy squinted eyes open to their fullest at the alien.

"Eh?"

"You should just go." She grumbled, casually crossing the kitchen and opening the fridge.

"It's not my fault the Dib is malfunctioning." Zim crossed his arms, a sudden fear flashing through him before he squashed it. What if Zim was contagious?"

"You're a scary green man from outer space, I get it." She grumbled as she dug through the fridge, grabbing the last soda. "You don't know the first thing about humans."

"WHAT?" Zim was affronted, "My GIR unit is an expert on Humans as per his programming! MINIMOOSE!" He called, waiting for his minion to immediately comply. Sure enough, the purple moose crashed through the kitchen window in a familiar fashion with GIR riding atop him.

"SIR!"

"SQUEAK!"

"GIR, open your information database and pull up native Urth species, human." He commanded. GIR nodded vigorously and opened the top of his head. A nauseating stench emanated from the robot's innards and from it he pulled a very old-looking burrito. 

"Behold a man!" He announced before gobbling the spoiled food in one gross bite. Zim nodded and turned back to the Dib-sister.

"See?"

"I don't have anything for that." She acknowledged in a rare case of not having the upper hand. "Dib was right, you're hopeless." She shook her head, turning back to the living room. Zim opened his mouth to yell when the horrible stench interrupted him again. GIR was scooping tomato paste directly out of the circuitry of his head and was shoveling it in his mouth. 

Perhaps…the GIR he was given wasn't the special model the tallest said.

That idea didn't shock him, not while knowing GIR and not after everything else. He scratched at his cheek as he puzzled about how to proceed. If the sister was right and he truly didn't know enough about humans to conquer them, that would explain a lot. It explained how he kept failing to predict their behavior, and how his experiments kept yielding such scattered data. It explained not only this case of unexplainable human outburst but also the many many many other unexplainable variables in human behavior he'd encountered. He made up his mind with a small nod and whistled for his moose to float to ground level, low enough for him to climb aboard.

Irkens didn't have questions, they had solutions.

0

Dib lay on his bed, exhaustion set in after several therapeutic minutes of screaming into his pillow. Still, he couldn't sleep. The bedroom was unseasonably hot for the fall weather, largely due to the two vents that brought heat directly into his room and his unwillingness to open his door at that particular moment. He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling with no blankets, waiting for sleep and knowing it wasn't coming.

Bam

Oh, come on.

Bam

He sat up from his moping to look out the recently repaired window. Sure enough, the same moose who'd forced the repair before was zooming for his room. With more thought than last time, Dib opened the window before the moose made contact. 

Minimoose gratefully slowed to a gentle glide as he entered the room, depositing his passengers on the windowsill and settling on the dresser amongst Dib's clean clothes. 

"What are you still doing here?" He asked dejectedly to the alien outline in his window. He didn't even have the energy to groan or be sarcastic. He just wanted Zim gone and for the day to end. He felt that in the worst way, just this once, he'd been defeated by the alien.

"I'm…" Zim chose his words carefully. "I wanted to talk to you." He parroted the words Dib had greeted him with at his lowest. Dib recognized the phrase, raising his eyebrows slightly but not having the energy for an actual facial expression. GIR pointed out into the yard as he landed in the window beside his master.

"It's a squirrel!" He said brightly. "I'm gon eat it." And with that, he jumped out of the house and out of Dib's sight.

"I just wanna go to sleep," Dib murmured dejectedly to the alien. Zim's expression wasn't visible in the dim blue light of the nighttime, but he took off his wig, scratching at his scalp.

"Why don't you then?" He asked, not as mocking as Dib would expect. Dib tried to find an answer, not sure what Zim wasn't looking for.

"I can't, I guess."

"Is something stopping you?"

"Yeah," he said bitterly, "You are."

"But I just got here, I wasn't stopping you before." He pointed out. After a tense moment where he seemed to think he added. "Human sleep is not something I understand." Maybe it was because Dib could see his face, but Zim didn't seem to be using the same disgusted tone he usually did when he was talking about human affairs. He sounded almost…apologetic?

"So you want to talk?" Dib tried. "Why?" Zim's silhouette tensed a bit, balling his fists before sitting down on the window sill.

"It's been brought to my attention that my knowledge of humans as a whole is less than thorough." He admitted. "That won't do. Won't doooo." He emphasized quietly and drew out in a low tone. Dib almost smirked at how his strange pattern of speech was still there when he was trying to be quiet. He'd never heard Zim try to be quiet before.

"So…" Dib slicked his hair scythe back, smiling to himself at the absurdity of what he could see was going on. "The tables have turned? You're interrogating me now?"

"Well, to learn about humans I need to observe and question a human and…" he trailed off before regaining his confidence. "You're the only human I know."

Dib thought about it. It made sense that Zim would never willingly contact humans, so the only one he knew is one he had to come into contact with unwillingly. He laid back down, thankful for the cool air from the window but not cool enough to use a blanket.

"Well, this human wants to sleep."

"Fine." Zim spat. "I'll just have to get information from you until then." He relented.

"That's not how it works."

"Then how does it work?" He pressed, clearly determined to ask actual questions for a change. Dib took a breath, listening to the quiet of his room and the small chirping noises of the bugs outside. He opened his eyes and found they'd adjusted enough to make out the outline of Zim's face. Large insect eyes stared at him unblinking. Such a large and frightening bug in his room made the ghost of fear run through him from those few weeks ago that felt like many years.

"You wanna know how sleep works?"

Next

[mingot-studios]

Things currently polluting my mind (will be added to as i think of things)

 How bad the Star vs. Finale was, and weather i should even bother trying to watch the show again at this point

The fact that the next JoJolion chapter is coming out soon and I STILL haven’t read 107 with my mom even though I’ve already read it

Not being caught up on One Piece and having 0 IDEA of whats happening at this poin as well starting to flaws with the series (racism, transphobia, and homophobia) that i knew was there but chose to ignore and weather it should hinder my relationship with the series. Also wanting to murder Oda for demoting Franky to ‘Pervy Grandma’ (srsly wtf oda)

Upset Infinity Train was cancelled even though i never watched it, and wonder why the fans cry for it to come is suddenly not happening?

The fact i’m going to be returning to in person schooling which is my personal HELL

my brother leaving for college upstate (Me and my brother have never really been that close, we fight alot but I cant imagine life without him)

The fact that my procrastination has gotten so bad that I nearly had to retake PE, World History, and English

The Owl House coming back on the 12th but i had downloaded the first 2 episodes but haven’t watched them and debating if i should, also having a meltdown  over Disney screwing the show over and having its third be 3 or 4 (i cant remember) 44-minute specials

The fact that me and brother STILL haven’t finished our Yume 2kki Let’s Play

I haven’t been watching anime regularly with my mom

I haven’t posted anything to my DeviantArt or YouTube in months

I have so much energy right now but no outlets

I still haven’t tried out my drawing pad i got for my birthday last year

I have so many drawing ideas but my spiral sketchpad is filled up and I have yet to get a new one

Ive many intricit and detailed story ideas that i know im gonna forget if i dont write them down bu due my procrastination i haven’t done so im prolly gonna lose everything

The fact Thurston Waffles hasn’t posted anything since late April as well as the fact that he’s got Kidney problems

So many ideas for videos but I only have WindowsMovieMaker and the HumbleBundle my mom got me idk YEARS ago won’t install

I’m gonna be 17 at the end of September, which i only have until next June before I graduate High school, have to give up my Chromebook, start thinking about college and getting a job, possibly moving out and living on my own, the knowledge that my parents are in their late 50′s and early 60′s so hey might be gone sooner than most parents and I dont know how to function without my parents doing everything for me

These weird tingles ive been getting in my body for he pas couple days

The fact that im not gonna a kid soon and im gonna have to grow and stop doing whatever i want whenever i want and i’m gonna never accomplish my dream of creating a successful cartoon and will probably end up at a dead end job I HATE just to make ends meet and eventually dying alone because I dont wanna be in a relationship or have kids

Everything is too overwhelming. The light, the sound, my thoughts, its all too much. I wanna curl up into a tiny ball and disappear from this awful experience called life

Capitalism

i hate being so passionately when i’m upset, everyone else is calm but i have meltdowns and freaks outs over things i shouldn’t even care about or are miniscule (Comes with being autistic i guess)

I have 0 patience and i hate it

I’m starting to regress back to being a childish brat after all the progress i’ve made

i’m constantly surrounded by either criticism or praise that contradict each other so i dont know what to believe about myself

the fact that i have so many great story ideas but i cant write a cohernt thought with proper grammer or sytax or spelling o save my life, nor the art skill or the patience or the tech to draw comics

i haven seen my therapist in days and i need help but i know im not actually gonna change 

having gender panic

I have no in person friends and ive forgotten how to interact with people

ive become a noodle limbed nerd

Ive gotten super skinny

I want someone o break through my shell and help me change bu I know thats just a fantasy and im the only one who can do that but im too lazy to put effort into it

everything i used to enjoy suddenly feels tedious monotonous repetitive and uninteresting

I feel trapped and scraed 

The fact after being bulied so much the only way i can really assert myself is to get violent and angry because they would want me breakdown and cry

I have this image in my head of who i want to be; And badass that people including adults, are scared of and know not to fuck with me or they’ll get hurt (Basically Jotaro, bu I’ve had this image since before i even knew what jojo was) And the fact I KNOW that i’s a pointless endever and that i only dig my own grave when i get mad but its like ingrained Branded into my my psyche so im always going to larp that vision of myself but not get anywhere and only regress further

I want to address my problems and change but I never do and stay static and regress

I cant take crticisim even though i know its true

The reason im so scared of writing fanfiction is because i know its gonna be a mess despite what i think is a great story and people will end up mocking it and what little self confidence i have will shatter

Star Vs wasted potential

the fact that I dont know where to take the whole “Rubi dies at the  end of he first season but comes back o life except she’s not actually she’s just a walking meat sack containing an anchint eldritch god that will, sooner or later, burst out of her and destroy her body, and she’s fighting for control of her ow body due to Skarlotus trying to devor her soul and Data’s medience is only delaying the inevitable” storyline of my concept cartoon, The Crypto Club

I have an AMAZING idea for an Invader Zim storyline that has fascism, rascism, mass genocide, child soldiers, political intrigue, propaganda, baiscally space hitler and more (okay that came out sound REALLY bad, but NONE of it painted as good!) It also involves Zim and Dib coming together to stop an even bigger threat and there is a really ironic ending that brings my OC GA83′s story full circle

[sweetiepie08]

Rebel Z (Chapter 10 Final)

nvader Zim fanfic

While analyzing Zim’s PAK for weaknesses, Tak discovers strange coding that sends her on a search for answers. The clues lead her to uncover a conspiracy that governs all of Irken society. When the truth sends her on the run, she has no choice but to return to the one place the Tallest would never willingly go: Urth.

Meanwhile, Dib has noticed odd changes in Zim’s behavior. Has the invader simply grown bored of his mission over the last few years, or is there something more interesting going on?

People who asked to be tagged: @incorrect-invader-zim , @messinwitheddie, @reblogstupids, @cate-r-gunn

If anyone else would like to be added to the tag list please let me know.

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8. Chapter 9. Chapter 10. 

Thank you for reading! I do plan to continue the story in a sequel fic, but I may take a short hiatus first. I hope you enjoyed this!

Be on the lookout for the next book in the series, RevolutionZ! In which Zim and Tak attempt to join the Resisty and gain new companions! Dib fills his gap year by joining an alien rebellion! Gaz gets dragged in too! And what happened to Zim in Death Melee is explained! 

However, I will most likely only be posting links to Ao3 than full chapters to Tumblr. Again, Thank you everyone for reading!

[-]

“So, what exactly the fuck was all that stuff with the punch about?” Dib asked once they were a comfortable distance away form the Massive.

Zim glared straight ahead at the stars. “It’s nothing that concerns you, human.”

“Bullshit!” Dib slammed his hand down on the control panel. “Your little stunt could have gotten us killed. Out with it!”

Zim gritted his teeth and gripped the steering mechanism until his knuckles quaked. Dib braced himself for the inevitable screaming denial. Instead, Zim let out a pained sigh. “Fine, if you must know, I figured out three Urth years ago that my mission was a sham and my leaders were trying to have me killed, so I took revenge. Happy?”

“We know all that,” Tak snapped. “And anyway, I told you your mission was a lie a long time ago. What I want to know is how you managed to betray the Tallest without your treasonous thoughts setting of your life clock.”

“Yeah, and who’s Spek?” Dib added.

“You wish to hear Zim’s tale of woe?” He clenched his fist and heaved out another sigh. “Fine. Three Urth years ago, the Tallest contacted me, telling me they selected me to participate in Death Melee, an inter-galactic event that all would be watching.”

“The one where they throw criminals on a planet together to fight to the death?” Tak deadpanned. “That was your first clue?”

“They told me the rules had changed and it was now a contest of elite warriors. For my partner, they gave me a Spek, a smeet just shy of his cadet years. He hadn’t even seen his first cycle yet…” Zim’s fists shook as he cut himself off.

“Since you’re still alive, I’m assuming you won,” Dib said.

“Yes, but…” his gaze fell to the floor. “Yes. Anyway, throughout the Melee, it became clear to me that the Tallest lied. This was still a game for criminals, but Spek…” Zim narrowed his haunted eyes, “he was only there to lessen my chances.”

Dib watched, mesmerized. He thought he’d seen the many moods of Zim. He’d seen everything from proud boasting, to spiteful rage, to pathetic schmooping. But this, this was something else entirely, something he never expected to see from the alien. True remorse.  

“On my journey back to Urth,” he continued, “I had too much time to think and when made it back to m base, I was done with all of it.” Rage grew in his voice with every word. “I knew they lied. I knew they’d been lying. For a moment, I thought, if they didn’t want my genius, maybe someone else would. And that thought was enough to set off my life clock. Instead of simply ripping out my feedback chip, I infected it with a virus that sends the Control Brains a loop of my Urth memories, preventing it from receiving new thoughts and experiences.” A bitter, satisfied smile came to his face. “As far as I can tell, it hadn’t noticed anything was off until now.”

“And the machines I saw you building?” Dib pressed.

Zim drew himself up. “I have a contract with the Resisity. I build them machines, they appreciate my genius and send me monies.”

“And that’s what you’ve been doing for three years?” Dib asked, voice sripping with skepticism.

Zim nodded and said nothing more.

Dib stared at him, trying to get a read on this whole tale. He wasn’t sure what to believe. Zim’s reason for existence seamed to be pleasing his Tallest. The little green monster talked of nothing else since arriving on Urth. He couldn’t imagine Zim wanting anything else and he’d fallen for the schmoopy act before. But this was not schmoop. It was too subtle, too quiet. And that betrayal of his Tallest couldn’t be denied. Something had truly changed.

Dib looked to Tak to gauge her opinion, but her face revealed nothing except careful calculation.

“I’d heard the Resisty had been growing and gaining power,” she mused. “New technology granted them upsetting victories and made them more of a problem than they once were. They could be the key. We need to fight if we ever want a chance of defeating the Control Brains and freeing our people, and for that, we’ll need an army. With your connection and my information, we could pose a real threat to the Empire.”

Dib expected Zim to launch into another tirade about how he wasn’t in it for the politics. That this was all a personal mission and he had no interest in going rogue. That did not happen.

Instead, Zim said nothing for a long time. He simply stared through the windshield in tense silence. But then, a grin grew slowly on his face. “I’m in.”

[-]

When they made it back to Earth, they found that Gaz made use of MiMi and Mini Mouse as gaming companions, Dad bought her excuse that Dib was hanging out at Zim’s house, and that he hadn’t even stopped home long enough to notice the two additional robots in the living room.

Dib went straight to his room and laid out all of his recording devices. He had the notes he took the night Zim and Tak rambled drunkenly on the couch. He had the audio recording of the old man Irken that he couldn’t wait to translate. And he had the spy camera he’d been wearing to capture the whole experience. He never got so much undeniable proof on one mission before, and no one, to his knowledge, had this much evidence of this quality ever. He’d be king of the Swollen Eyeball network if he showed even a fraction of…

His eyes drifted to the Swollen Eyeball emblem pinned to his bulletin board and he let out a sigh. The Swollen Eyeball… what a joke. They’d been reduced to a bunch of anti-science conspiracy nuts. The organization became a competition to see who could shout their wildest theory the loudest. What were they compared to a real evil alien empire, a real soul-sucking, Lovecraftian horror, and a real space alien rebellion?

No. This was bigger than some crack-pot conspiracy group. This rebellion universe-shattering consequences. And he was going to be part of it.

[-]

Out in his ship, Zim stared at his PAK connector with warry eyes. He wasn’t sure what held him back now. His stunt on the Massive already solidified his traitor status, but this felt different, more official. It was one thing to enact vengeance on those who betrayed him. It was quite another to completely detach himself from society.

He’d been unwaveringly loyal to the Empire since his conception, but they didn’t want him. He’d seen that years ago. So what was he waiting for?

He disconnected the PAK from his back and ignored the lifeclock in the corner of his eye as he plugged it in. He opened the hatch, clicked a pair of tweezers in his fingers, then reached them toward his feedback chip.

At a light tug, his computer’s voice gave an automated warning.

You are attempting to remove the feedback chip. Doing so is an act of treason against the Irken Empire. Are you sure you want to proceed?

Zim closed his eyes and pulled the chip free.

[-]

Tak’s footsteps echoed as she walked across the concrete garage floor. MiMi’s metallic feet clacked beside her. Apart from that, the room was silent. She was used to silence. One grows accustomed to it when traveling alone through space. But these last few days had been anything but. And with Zim as her dubious ally, silent moments like this were certain to be few and far between.

And yet, this moment, she felt the need to fill it with something.

She popped open the windshield of her ship and hopped inside. “MiMi, my disc please.” Mimi reached into her head and took out the Urth data storage disc. Zim wasn’t the only one with a secret stash.

Tak took the disc from Mimi and placed it in a tray on the ship’s control panel. “Ship, track six please.” As she hopped out, music began to play. Smooth, jazzy horns filled the air and the singer began crooning.

Maybe this time, I’ll be lucky. Maybe this time he’ll stay…

The song was from an Urth performance art piece. The vocalist sang about some male mate. That part didn’t interest Tak in the slightest. Still, there was something about it...

Not a loser anymore, like the last time and the time before…

The song continued to play as Tak opened the engine access panel and began her work. While manipulating the many gears and wires, she found a few interesting repair methods that the human implemented over the years. Many employed the use of an Urth bonding strip called “duct tape”, which she had to admit came in handy. The human didn’t do a bad job, even if it was pretty slap-dash.

All the odds are in my favor, something’s bound to begin…

She finally untangled a mess of wires and reconnected them.

It’s gotta happen, happen sometime…

She fused together the final wire and the ship hummed to life. Fuel Regulation Systems online.

Tak smiled, “Okay Mimi, looks like we’re finally getting somewhere.” She ducked back into the access panel as the song his its crescendo.

Maybe this time I’ll win.

[shadowofthelamp]

Greener Grasses

Thinking about this post about Swap Zim. Might add a continuation later.

Wordcount: 1050

Warnings: Light Zadr

“I’d be a good irken,” Zim declared. He was laid out on his back, one leg bent up at the knee and the other crossed over it as he stared up at the sky through the haze of pollution. Dib had offered him his telescope, but he said that he kind of liked picking out shapes and patterns in the smog when they were outside. That way, he could choose his own constellations from what he could see, since it changed every night.

Dib was sitting up- his Pak made it a bit difficult to lay on his back without a chair specifically designed for an irken. He was watching Zim more than their surroundings- when you’ve seen dozens of planets, the sky from one or another is only an exercise in finding Irk again as fast as you can. In a sky as polluted as this one? Forget it.

“You would,” Dib agreed, and Zim puffed his chest out, pleased as punch. 

“Of course I would!” He turned to look at Dib. “So, how many kinds of jobs are there for irkens?”

“Well, there’s as many as we need to keep the Empire running. We can get slave labor or drones for the boring or mindless ones.” Dib started counting off on his fingers. They’d have his head if they found out he was telling secrets to an inferior pre-contact species like Zim, but the smile on Zim’s face and the chance to just talk without judgement was too good to pass up. “I’m a military biologist- I study local animals on planets that are either marked for conquest or already under Empire control, to see what they can be useful for before just exterminating them. Gaz is an invader- they sneak in under the radar to study planetary weaknesses. There are scientists, soldiers, historians…”

“I’d probably be a soldier. Or even better, a commander!” Zim raised a fist, and it shook slightly from how tightly he was clenching it.

“Really? I’d think you’d be an inventor or biological engineer. You’re good at that, despite having such pitiful resources on this planet while your mind was developing.” Dib tilted his head. “Or still is, rather. Humans only fully mature in their twenties, right?” 

Zim raised an eyebrow. “I am a good inventor, but I’m meant for... for something more!” He grinned. “You landing in this city… it was a sign. A sign that Zim had been made to show the world what I can really do.” He leapt to his feet. “With your alien stuff and my brains and rugged determination, we can accomplish anything.” He practically marched to the edge of the roof, and Dib used his Pak legs to push himself up before following him as Zim folded his arms behind his back.

“That doesn’t tell me why you’d prefer to be a soldier. Inventors still give the soldiers their cool guns, and those are needed to actually conquer anything.”

“The military is important for irkens, is it not?”

Dib nodded. “Most of the Empire revolves around keeping it well-oiled.”

“Then that’s where I’d belong. Right in the thick of everything, creating glory for the honor of the Empire- and for myself.” His fingers twitched. “I’d know exactly who and what I was, and my name would be on the lips of every recruit down-rank of me. Everyone would know and respect Zim.”

Dib’s antenna twitched- there was something in Zim’s voice that he couldn’t quite decipher as he stared down at the city below, the lights flickering against his scarred face like the embers of a crashed engine.

_____________________

“Are you sure about this?” Dib raised an eye as Zim sat up on the table. 

“Of course I am.”

“It’s risky.”

“Life is risky. I could get hit by a car tomorrow, and this could save me! Do you want me to get hit by a car, Dib? Huh? Do ya?”

Dib pulled down the extra-thick goggles and snapped on a pair of medical gloves. “Of course not, I just don’t want you whining to me during recovery.”

“Zim does not whine.”

“Zim forgot last week with the werewolf.”

“Hey, he came up behind me! You were supposed to be lookout!” Zim protested, before Dib pulled out the drill. The color flooded Zim’s face as he realized it was bigger than his head. “So that’s-”

“I’m drilling holes into your spine to install the Pak properly. Unless you want me to just slap it on and have it decide to attach sideways?” Dib moved to set the drill down, and Zim waved his hands. 

“No, no, I can handle it!”

“Good.” Dib set a hand on Zim’s cheek, and the human leaned against it, nuzzling his skin against the glove. “I’m glad you want this. Humans live such short, sad lives.”

“Humans stink,” Zim agreed with a slight nod. “And this will-”

Dib pulled his hand back. “It will extend your life significantly and will shift some of your insides to be a bit more irken in order to maintain compatibility. Your skin might change hue slightly, and I wouldn’t be surprised if you develop a few more allergies, but we can always just get you more irken foods, that won’t be too big a deal to just up the orders from Foodcourtia that Gaz and I need anyway. You’ll still be mostly human. I’ll need to keep monitoring you for about a month, of course, but after that there shouldn’t be too many surprises.”

“You’ve said the Pak has your brain. There’s not-”

Dib shook his head. “It’s factory-clean, don’t worry. They send out replacements if one gets damaged sometimes, for the computers to reupload particularly important irkens into. The only one who’s going to be in there is you once it fully syncs with your memories.”

Zim nodded, sagging a little in relief as Dib pulled out an anesthetic mask. 

“Good. This is my body, no one else can have it!”

“Now, just relax.” Dib set the mask over Zim’s face, and within seconds his eyelids were fluttering. “When you wake up, it’ll all be over.”

Zim gave a little smile before his body fell limp in Dib’s arms, and Dib carefully laid him down on the table before picking up the drill.

[mechanicalprincette]

🔥 for invader zim. I wanna hear them all

i’m shit at this nooo

turns out i don’t have too many gripes abt the actual shows cannon n stuff that are entirely controversial but here we go!!

1. why must we have twitter posts that define anything? what are we, astruc and rowling??? leave it up to the fans creator peoples (this ones only controversial amongst the creators oops)

2. tak is a nice character and i like some of the fanart but in the show i kinda hate her looks ;-;

3. i feel like dibs head should actually be bigger than other characters for the big headed dib thing to be funny for more than 5 minutes ://

4. no more oops

[hazbincalifornia]

Is this very good? Not really. Am I going to continue it? No idea. Did I still want to post it? Yep.

IMP is contracted to kill two weirdo scientists named Dib and Zim. Things go tits-up pretty fast.

Wordcount: 1225

It was supposed to be a simple job- two human whack-jobs that killed the client through some kind of exploding science experiment. It was always fun seeing humans who killed other humans realize just how fucked they were when demons showed up to ruin their fun.

Be careful, though. Those two… aren’t right.

Blitzo had waved it off. They’d had a lotta weird targets over the years, up to and including other bosses that caused lab accidents because they didn’t put any of the budget into safety precautions. He’d had no doubt that these chucklefucks would be no exception.

To be fair, it wasn’t like they hadn’t realized something was amiss when staking out the weirdest fucking house Blitzo had ever seen on Earth or in Hell, with the ugliest shade of green to boot and a zipper-like seam on the top half.

Cables snaked out into the neighboring houses, there was a men’s bathroom sign on the front door for some reason, and there were a bunch of haphazard decorations on the front lawn that included gnomes as big as the imps were. Mostly it just looked like some giant baby had jammed together pieces from different toys, then barfed all over it after eating skittles. Their arrival portal hummed gently behind them and there was the snap of a twig as some animal scurried around nearby, but Blitzo was focused on the task ahead.

“Somebody needs to drag their architect out into the road and bludgeon their head in with a mace,” he muttered, and Moxxie nodded in agreement.

“We might want to stake out until one of them comes out-”

“We’re burning daylight, Moxx. We can handle a couple of nerds- I deal with you all day already.”

“Thanks.” Still, Moxxie cocked his gun as Blitzo kicked the door in. Somehow, the interior was even more eye-bleedingly neon. Were these people colorblind?

“Yo! Membrats! I’ve got a message from-” A shot nearly took out one of his horns and he whirled around. “The fuck?”

A six-foot man with the most fucked-up haircut in existence was pointing a gun directly at him, and there was a little green guy in a pink dress and pink eyes hissing next to him.

It turned out that the green one had machine guns that popped out of his backpack, and it had all immediately gone downhill from there as an all-out brawl erupted in the cramped living room. Blitzo leaped on the tall one, trying to get a good shot before his gun was knocked out of his hand and the two started rolling around on the floor, hands clasped as they both tried to pin the other.

“Demons? When did I last mess with- is this about Steve? I told him I was going to get him a prosthetic for his arm and to wear his stupid salt necklace!” The bigger one (Dab? Dim? Something like that) fired off a few shots with- okay, those weren’t bullets, those were beams of light, why in the seven rings did a human have a laser gun?

“The hell is Steve? This is from Cassie!”

“Cassie? The girl from accounting? There were warning signs on the door that we were testing explosives!” Another shot, was the thing unlimited ammo? Millie lunged at the green one as Moxxie fired off a shot, managing to hit one of its weird twitchy horns and getting a howl.

“Yeah, well, she paid us to kill both of you.”

“So you’re Hellborns, not from the barrier,” Tall guy said, managing to keep Blitzo down for a few seconds until he was kicked directly in the crotch and stumbled back with a yell. Blitzo snatched his laser gun from his hand.

“Sir-”

“A little busy, Moxx!”

“BLITZ!” Millie called and Blitzo turned to look at them just as Dab-or-whatever smashed a fist into his cheek. He hit the couch, vision spinning, but he could see that both Millie and Moxxie had been captured in some kind of squirmy purple cable thing.

I’ve lost contact with Twix’s tracking chip. The voice echoed from all around them, somehow sounding bored and annoyed at the same time. Had the whole house been plucked out of a bad sci-fi movie?

“You’ve what?” The green one and the tall one shrieked in unison, both glaring at Blitzo, and the green one hauled him up by his collar despite being a good half a foot shorter than him. “What did you do to our daughter?”

“Well, where was she last?” Tallsies asked up to the ceiling.

Digging around in the bushes in the neighbor’s yard when the signal cut out a minute before these morons showed up.

“You kidnapped Twix?” Greenie’s machine guns popped out again, aiming directly at Blitzo, and he only barely rolled to the side fast enough to not get blown into a million bloody pieces as Green starting to fire wildly, tearing through the walls- and the cables holding Millie and Moxxie up. Millie immediately jumped into the fray but Moxxie...

Moxxie slipped out the back, darting through the front door and back across the street to the portal that was still open.

Well, fuck.

____________________________

If you’re Nebula Twix Membrane, you don’t see a mysterious portal with a wolf-woman on the other end and not go through it. Multidimensional events are rare outside of rituals or Halloween or both, and besides, it wasn’t a screaming hellscape, and that was good enough.

The wolf-woman’s nose twitched as Twix crossed over, looking around. The interior was… pretty much just like a dentist’s office or something. Huh. Kind of a letdown, honestly. “Who are you?”

“Who are you?” Twix countered, and the wolf-woman shrugged.

“Loona. You’re not a human kid, are you? You look kinda fucked up.”

The fact that she was even asking… Twix shrugged, letting her antennae pop up. “Nope.”

“Eh, good enough for me.” Loona’s ear flicked, tail swaying slowly from side to side. “Hey, Stellz?”

Twix turned to see a bird-girl that looked about her height drop down from the ceiling vent. “Aw, come on, how’d you know I was in the room?”

Loona raised an eyebrow, ear twitching again. “I can hear you clomping around in there, twerp. Anyway, go entertain whoever this is, and if they try to kill you, at least maim them outside, I’m not mopping that shit up.”

‘Stellz’ looked Twix up and down. “Who are you?”

“I am not giving my first name to a bunch of multidimensional strangers.”

Stellz crossed her arms, huffing and blowing a loose feather out of her face. “Well, what can I call you then?”

Twix pondered for a moment. “Twig.” That was close enough to still answer to it easily and it was plant-related. “You?”

“Stella.” She clicked her tongue. “It’s not my true name, though, so don’t you try any shit either, got it?”

Twix grinned. “Got it. So, where are we?”

Stella grabbed her wrist, tugging her over to a window, and Twix immediately plastered her face on the glass as the blood-red sky reflected down on blood-red demon occupants, as well as humanoid monsters of all shapes and sizes. It was a complete freakshow, and she loved it immediately.

“Welcome, Twig, to Imp City. Left side of the Pride ring, and the best place in Hell.”

[shmoodles]

i made a lil goofy traditional comic yesterday . i made a mistake from my original transcript, dib is supposed to say “helping me with my homework would be totally normal and human and not alien like”

NO Z/A/D/R! if you interpret this comic as such please don’t reblog it.

transcript/description below if you can’t read my writing:

dib: (sitting at a desk with a paper that says 2+2= ?) dang it. i have an assignment due tomorrow, and i dont get this... i need help. dad is busy... and gaz is like, 2...

dib: (snapping fingers) oh, i know! i’ll ask zim!

(dib rings zim’s doorbell.)

zim: (opening the door, gir is latched onto his arm and chewing it) what do you want, stink boy? its evil o’ clock. cant you see that the ALMIGHTY ZIM is busy with EVIL?

dib: (holding out his assignment) i was just wondering if you could help me w-

(zim slams the door cutting him off)

(the view shifts into zims house. dib is pressing himself against his window and shouting inside while zim is looking at him from the side)

dib: helping me would be totally normal and human and not alien like, unless you’re too stupid

(the words “alien” and “stupid” echo through zims head, and theres a close up of his eyes as he gets flustered. imagine a laminated paper wobbling sound effect)

zim: ( flustered ) ALRIGHT FINE! zim is here to prove you WRONG, dib-thing. NOW, be prepared for the ALMIGHTY ZIIIIIIM to show his ALMIGHTY ALGEBRA 1 SKILLS

dib: yay!

(the two are in a less detailed drawing, they are nearly scribbles now)

zim: (holding up the completed assignment, which now says 2+2=4)  2+2? thats it? yknow, youre a bigger idiot than i thought

dib: get out my house

[zimanddibdiary]

That other Irken seems a lot bigger then you Zim

Zim: Taller you mean. He’s precisely 6’1, moderately impressive for an Irken. He should be ranked at a much higher status-grade actually...Personal Bodyguard comes to mind, hmmm unless he’s a special status Space Cadet for some reason...

Dib: Zim? What is all this? Is that some sort of analysis?

Zim: Naturally, my computer recored his medical conditions in the full body scan. See that, that’s his S.I meter, it’s dangerously low, explains the slow recovery rate.

Dib: S.I meter??

Zim: Sugar Intake. Take a good look human, this will mostly be the only time you see an Irken on an examination table.

Dib: Oh shut up. It’s not like it was the outside I cared about, it was the insides, dummy. But...I couldn’t help but notice your species is completely uh smooth from head to toe...

Zim: Yes, we are all cloned. I thought you knew this?

Dib: No I do! It’s just...uhh...you don’t reproduce, but un you don’t have anything to reproduce with if you were to?

Zim: Are you asking if we have genitalia Dib-human?

Dib:....uhh...yeah, I am.

Zim: Fascinating. You truly wish to know?

Dib: Colour me curious, I do come from a place that puts a lot of emphasis on that sort of thing.

Zim: I’m quite aware. Never pegged you to make much notice of it.

Dib: I don’t! Not really anyways...you know what, forget it. Different question, what do we do about those two?

Zim: Hmm, right. Once the Irken is up and dressed, we shall return for more answers, truthful answers!For now, we wait, well, you wait and I’ll watch. I can open up a ‘guest room’ while you do so, I don’t know how long this’ll take and I don’t want you roaming around.

Dib: Really? You’d do that, that’s oddly generous of you.

Zim: Think nothin of it Dib-thing. I’m simply keeping you near for my own peace of mind.

Dib: We have a truce Zim. But whatever, I could use a nap before things get worse as I’m sure they will...

Zim: Very well then, Amy will generate you some outfits, these costumes obviously must go.

Dib: Cool, thanks. Wanna locate Gir and request some burritos too? I’m starving...

Zim: Do I look like a food service drone!? Go out and get it yourself!

Dib: I bought you cakes, you owe me!

Zim: you really think that’ll work on me human?

Dib: Fine! I’ll get the intruders something too, they must to 10x more hungry than I am.

Zim: You will do no such thing! This nice tactic of yours is absolutely infuriating! I will take you to your room and get Gir to go after!

Dib: Sounds good to me~ Thanks Zim!

[progressivestupidity]

IZ week 2020

so i wasn’t gonna do this because I didn’t think the prompts were very good for writing to, but I remembered the last day’s prompt was “role swap” so I decided to do something small and quick for it. this is all 7 days in one post. the first and last ones are drabbles and one of them is an au idea

@invader-zim-week​ here u go!!!

Day 1. Angst or Fluff 

Zim’s denial skills are god tier, but even they have their limits.

Drabble. I think this is the turning point for my eventual found family au

“When are you going to get it through your thick head that the Tallests aren’t coming?” Dib flings his arms out wide in his exasperation

“They’re just…!” Zim fumbles a bit, clenching and unclenching his fists. “The Armada is a million light years away! It takes time to travel that far, obviously. It took me six of your months to get here from Conventia and the Massive is further away from here now than that. They’ll come! You’ll see! And then you’ll be sorry!” Zim’s face is drawn tight. He’s tense all over, shoulders drawn up to his jaw, antennae pressed flat to his head, and normally Dib prides himself on reading Zim like an open book, but he’s too far gone in his own annoyance to see the warning signs.

It’s because he doesn’t see these red flags that Dib proceeds to stick his own foot in his mouth with his next words. “Maybe if you weren’t such an idiot and opened your eyes, you’d see the truth—that they dumped you here to get rid of you.”

“YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW THAT?” Zim explodes, planting his tiny hands in Dib’s chest and shoving. The boy lands painfully on his ass. “I’m not stupid, Dib.” His name is spat like an insult. “I know they don’t care about me! Why do you think I try so hard?”

Dib gapes at Zim, looking up at him for once, stunned into silence. “I.” He swallows. “You know?”

“Of course, I know.” Zim’s voice is a low hiss and his eyes are narrowed to slits. “You don’t get banished and then just get over it. You don’t get put on trial to defend your life, forced to relive your worse mistakes, and get sentenced to death, only to be saved by freak miracle, and never acknowledge it happened.” Zim takes a deep breath and crosses his arms over his chest. Dib supposes he means for it to look intimidating, but it looks more like he’s holding himself together. “I’ve always known.”

“Why do you try so hard then? If you’ve always known there was no point?” Dib has to ask, has to know, has to hear the words from Zim’s own mouth.

Zim purses his lips and turns away. “There was always a point.” He falls silent for a moment, one antenna twitching up a bit in thought. “I just… I thought if I was just a little better, if I accomplished something important for once, that… I don’t know, that maybe I’d.” He pauses and grits his teeth. “Maybe if I actually managed to take over this filthy planet I’d be worth something for once.”

Day 2. Be Gay Do Crime (LGBTQA+ headcannons)

Dib is bi/pan/demi-ro, Gaz is lesbian, Zim is ace/demi-ro

Headcanons.

Dib seems like the kind of guy that would both take whatever kind of relationship he could get, but also appreciate it. Dib isn’t afraid to work for what he wants and isn’t afraid of things that are “not normal” so I see him being the type to not care about the gender of whoever he eventually decides to date. However, because Dib’s been burned in the past, he would need a deep and sincere emotional relationship to see someone as a potential romantic partner.

Gaz is just a big lesbian. Girls, man.

Zim is ace all the way baby!!! He’s just not interested, and sure, part of that is me projecting, but it just feels right for Zim to just… not care. He has no interest and doesn’t care for sexual attraction regardless of whether or not Irkens do/can/will have sex or not. On the other hand, Zim has expressed a softer side before and I can see him being able to maybe eventually develop romantic feelings for someone if he actually manages to get close enough to them for those kinds of feelings to even emerge. It would take a lot of time and a deep, meaningful friendship, but Zim has shown he’s capable of love. He just has to let himself feel it.

  Day 3. Fandom Appreciation

Found family fuck yeah

Headcanons.

I’m still in the process of thinking about how I wanna go about my found family au so here’s just some initial ideas

After ETF, Zim self isolates for a bit. The florpus hole was his Last Ditch Effort plan and had it succeeded, he knew he would have been destroyed too. He was okay with it. He had made peace with it. However, it failed, and now he’s forced to reflect on said failure

The Massive doesn’t escape the florpus. They’re gone, completely. If they the ship does manage to get out, it’s not in one piece

I initially couldn’t decide if The Trial should come Before ETF or After but I think im gonna say before so the Massive doesn’t have to come back lmao

Before too long, Zim jumps back into the planning/scheming swing of things, but his ideas are never more than petty crimes and being a huge annoyance

Dib gets really annoyed with him and they have a big argument

Zim finally admits to knowing of his own Defectiveness

Dib reluctantly feels bad for him and backs off a bit to let Zim have his space

Zim, however, sees this as a betrayal and redoubles his efforts to get his attention

Somewhere along the way, Skoodge comes back and Zim backs off of Dib a bit, having someone else to focus attention on

Dib eventually begins to offer Zim his hand in friendship (phrased as a truce at first) and they finally make steps towards getting along

They realize they actually really like being friends

Zim eventually realizes that he’s made a life for himself, outside of the Empire

Eventually Zim, Skoodge, GIR, Minimoose, Dib, and Gaz form their own little family and explore space and hunt cryptids

(I love cryptid hunter and space exploration aus holy shit)

Day 4. If IZ had a different setting/time period

Cyberpunk??? Sure

Potential idea maybe.

Cyberpunk dystopian future

Aliens and humans intermingle, both on and off Earth

The Irken Empire has gotten bigger

Technology is advanced and cybernetics are widely known/produced

Idk man I don’t know a lot about cyberpunk, maybe this should be more for the aesthetic

Day 5. Aesthetic

Big shrug man idk

Headcanons, thoughts.

I’m a big fan of fashion Zim, and whenever I get the chance I give him clothes that are both cute and comfortable

Galaxy print leggings are a personal favorite of mine to give him

One time I wrote a little ficlet/oneshot where he wore a skirt. I should publish that some day

Uhhhhhh okay so. Dib has veeeeeery big early 2000s emo/punk vibes tbh

Scene kid GIR always makes me laugh

Gaz could pull off pastel goth like no one’s business

I’ve been here long enough to witness emo/scene hair wig Zim and his eventual fall lmfao

Pretty much everyone that redesigned them back in the day gave Zim emo kid hair that fall perfectly over one eye it was WILD

 Day 6. What if IZ was a different Genre?

Uhhhh does “fantasy instead of scifi” count?

Potential idea maybe. (oops it ended up being a fantasy/modern magic au haha ooooops)

Instead of being an alien, I had the idea of, maybeeeeee Irkens are like. Elves maybe, or perhaps some kind of fae. (I don’t know much about fae, oops)

Okay bear with me here, this is all coming together in real time.

The Irkens (which is what I’m gonna call their clan or faction or subrace or whatever) still want to be the rulers or something over the humans/other mystical beings. This world of magic is hidden from humans and they live blissfully unaware. There are invaders all over the place, using magic and glamors to trick humans into thinking they’re also humans. Zim is one such invader and just to happens to end up in Dib’s town, whereupon he enrolls in Dib’s school, pretending to be a transfer student.

I have no idea why or how the Irkens invade or what methods they use, but since my biggest experience with elves is through DND, I’m going to say they’re functionally similar to certain DND elf races.

So anyway, Zim ends up in Dib’s class and Zim’s glamor just Doesn’t Work on Dib for whatever reason (maybe Dib passed his Wisdom saving throw while literally everyone else failed, idk) and so Dib can immediately see Zim for what he is.

Dib is still into paranormal type stuff, though in his world, he’s less about cryptids and aliens and more about the magical species/world(s) that he KNOWS exists. His big goal in his au is similar to canon in that he wants to expose it all for recognition and love from his father.

Zim, meanwhile, he just wants to prove himself, just like canon. I can’t decide how I want the Irken hierarchy to go in this au—that’s something to think about later, when I have more time—but whatever it is, Zim is either a) not very good at it, b) not suited for it, c) ridiculed for not fitting in to it, or d) a combination of any or all of these things. (or secret option e) he rejects it but has no where else to go. On the other hand, it maybe be none of these things.)

GIR is here too though he’s probably not a robot. Maybe he’s another kind of magical being, or, hell, maybe he’s just Zim’s little brother. I’d be okay with that.

Gaz can also see through glamors but she just doesn’t care. Tak shows up at some point to get revenge, and Skoodge also shows up at some point to stay with Zim and be his friend.

Zim is bad at blending in at first, but he eventually Does get better, since he’s not totally isolated from other Irkens here and he also doesn’t Look like an alien.

(I’m thinkin’ elves in this au look Mostly human but with a few differences. Since I’m biased and this is MY fantasy world, damnit, elves are just. Really Pretty. Ethereal and elegant and graceful (for the most part—there are always exceptions) and they’re also great at magic. Maybe Zim isn’t all that great at magic, I dunno. I’ll figure something out.)

This ended up being less of a genre change and more of a whole ass au, lol oops

Day 7. Role swap

Chanting: human zim au human zim au human zim au human zi

Drabble. This is for an ongoing species swap au that i’ve had in development for the last few years. i haven’t posted anything for it yet, but I’ve thought about it a lot

Dib freezes as Zim points the plastic water gun at his head. Zim’s eyes are narrowed, lips pursed, and he adjusts his grip almost nervously. Behind him, Gir is holding a bucket full of water balloons and a pair of neon green star shaped sunglasses. It’d be cute if Dib wasn’t aware of how painful Earth water is to his Irken skin.

Zim finally lowers his gun slightly. “I want some answers, alien.” He looks Dib over with critical eyes. “Who are you really, and why are you here?” He reaches back and Gir hands him a water balloon with a big smile. “And you better tell the truth or I’ll bust this over your big head.”

Dib grimaces and watches the balloon. “My name Dib, and I’m a scientist. I’m an Irken, from Irk, and I’m here to learn more about life on this planet.” He holds his hands up, hoping to placate the human gesture for surrender. “I’m not here to harm you or anyone else, promise.”

Zim huffs. “Yeah right. I bet you just came here to laugh at the locals.” He puts on a mocking voice and waves the gun and balloon as he speaks. “‘Stupid, stinking humans. They can’t even travel beyond their own moon, yet. What morons. I bet they descended from pigs with how horrible and stupid they are.’” He jams the gun against Dib’s chest. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

Dib bites his lower lip and looks away. He can’t deny he hasn’t thought something similar since arriving on Earth, but Zim didn’t have to be so crude and blunt about it.

The two are at a standoff for almost a minute before Zim blows out a long sigh and steps back. He turns to put the balloon back in the bucket, gives Gir a pat on the head, and shoots Dib one last glare. “Stay away from me, Dib. I have enough problems to deal with without having to worry about whether or not it’s safe for my brother to go to school or if I need to watch my back while walking my dog.”

“I wouldn’t hurt you,” Dib says, a little put out.

Zim scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I’ve heard that one before. I know better than to believe it.” He turns and tries to smile at Gir but it comes out a little twisted and sad. “C’mon Gir. Let’s go home and get Minimoose and take him to that dog park you like so much.”

Gir gasps and lets out a cheer. “Can we go get ice cream afterwards?”

Zim gives a little laugh, smile turning a bit more genuine. “Yeah, sounds good.”

As they walk away Dib can’t help but wonder why he ever thought Zim was an Irken himself.

[snappedsky]

Fanatics 76

Squee takes a break.

*Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*

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Spring Breaking

           Squee: Nny and I are gonna stay with Granny Cammie for a while. We’re taking Nugget with us too

           Pepito: starting spring break early! Sounds nice

           Gaz: Yeah who cares about skool anyway

           Dib: Take all the time you need Squee

           Tak: Yeah, you deserve a break.

           Zim: We’ll keep things handled here. Leave it to Zim!

           Squee cracks a weak smile at the messages from his friends. Then he drops his phone into his bag, slips it onto his shoulders, and grabs his suitcase before leaving his room.

           “I’m ready,” he says to Johnny as he enters the living room.

           “Good. Granny’s already in the car,” he replies, “let’s go.”

           They leave the house and get into the car. Cammie’s in the passenger seat and Squee sits in the back with Nugget while Nny drives. And they head out.

           The drive is pretty quiet, with just the radio to break the silence. Squee watches the scenery go by, his head resting against the window. Sometimes he’ll catch himself reaching for his lap, where something- or someone- used to sit and his chest will tighten. So he tries to keep himself distracted by stroking Nugget’s fur.

           They arrive to Cammie’s house in a few hours and park the car in her ridiculously large driveway next to her other vehicles that are never used. After grabbing their luggage, she lets them into the house.

           “Welcome home, Cammie,” Thomas- her caretaker- nods respectfully as they enter.

           “Thanks, Thomas,” she replies as they walk by to the hallway of bedrooms. “Your rooms from the summer you stayed here are still the same,” she says to Nny and Squee. “But they’re pretty plain. Maybe we can go to the city later and pick up some décor for you, Squee. Maybe some posters or uh…lava lamps…um…glow-in-the-dark stickers…I-I don’t know what kids like.”            “Glow-in-the-dark stickers sound nice,” Squee remarks as they reach his room. “But can we go another day?”

           “Sure, hon, we can go whenever you want,” Cammie replies, “you just relax and make yourself comfortable.”

           Squee smiles weakly before going into his room and closing the door behind him.  Cammie and Nny both sigh and continue down the hall.

           “He seems to have gotten a little better these last couple days,” she comments.

           “Yeah, he’s trying really hard to pick up his pieces,” he agrees, “but I’m still worried. I hope he takes a break from everything while we’re here. He really needs it.”

           In his room, Squee drops his bags onto the floor and flops onto the bed. He stares at the ceiling, his mind numb and blank. He could just lie here all day but he won’t let himself do that. So he gets up, grabs a pen and notebook from his bag, and flips open to a blank page.

           Squee presses the pen to the paper and waits. And he waits. And waits. He starts impatiently tapping the page as the minutes tick by and the words refuse to flow. Finally, having lost his patience, he tosses the book to the side and stands up.

           “Whatever,” he grumbles as he leaves his room. “Maybe I’ll get some inspiration from TV.”            The hours tick by lazily as Squee and Nny spend them watching cartoons. Late into the evening, everyone retires to their rooms for the night. But Squee doesn’t try to sleep. He’s been too scared to after what happened when he stayed with the Night Terrors a couple days ago. So he grabs his notebook and tries to take another crack at writing.

           This time is no more successful and twice as frustrating. If it were just normal writer’s block, then Squee could handle it. But this doesn’t feel like a normal blockage. He can clearly see the words he wants to write in his head, but for some reason they can’t pass onto the paper like they used to. Once his pen would flow like a rushing river; now it’s like a clogged toilet.

           His frustration boils into a rage. Rage towards his head for not releasing those words; rage towards his hand for not moving; rage towards his pen for not writing. And suddenly he snaps and throws the pen across the room.

           The rage doesn’t last long though and is quickly replaced with an exhausted guilt. Squee stands up and goes to where his pen landed by the window. Sitting on the floor, he cradles it gently in his hand. It’s the fountain pen Johnny gave him for his thirteenth birthday- the first of his birthdays they spent together. That seems so long ago now.

           Sighing heavily, Squee rests his head against the window and looks outside. The stars are so bright and clear out here, even through the glass. His focus lands on two perpendicular ones peeking out at him over the treeline. They seem bigger than all the others.

           And then they blink.

           Squee leaps up, opens the window, and throws his head out. He looks around frantically but the two…stars?...are gone.

           Confused, Squee leans against the windowsill and stares at the sky. Did he really see that? Was it just a trick of the light? Or something else?

           The next day is just as lazy and quiet. Squee spends it either watching cartoons or chilling on the porch swing, Johnny and Nugget always by his side. It’s so peaceful and relaxing. Or at least it should be.

           Squee loves it out here. But his nerves are shot. He feels like there’s something hiding behind every corner or in every shadow, and he can’t be sure what’s real and what’s his paranoia. They haven’t been attacked by anything yet, so is it safe to assume it’s all his paranoia?    

           Having Nny by his side helps him feel a little safer, but it’s not the same as…well, it’s not the same as before.

           Squee tries writing a couple more times throughout the day, but the outcome remains the same: frustrating, disappointing nothingness.

           That afternoon he’s curled up on the couch, tapping his pen against the paper with annoyance. Nny watches him for a second before asking, “can’t think of what to write?”

           “Not exactly,” Squee sighs, “I know what I want to write. The words just won’t…come, you know?”

           “Not really,” he shrugs, “I don’t know anything about writer’s block.”

           “No, this is…different.”

           Johnny watches as Squee closes his notebook and walks away. He stares after him, curious and a bit concerned.

           Squee spends that night just like the last: mostly staring at the sky. When his eyelids get too heavy, he’ll lie down in bed and let himself sleep for a couple hours, but until then, the stars are a lovely show.

           He’s still thinking about the two stars he saw blink last night. He actually wanted to write a story about them today, but of course that didn’t happen.

           Resting his chin on the window’s ledge, Squee continues to stare at the sky while his eyelids get heavier and heavier.

          Meanwhile in his room, Johnny is also avoiding sleep. He lies on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind deliberating. Finally, he makes up his mind and goes to the living room. He picks up the phone and quickly dials a number before he can change his mind. It’s late, but he’s sure this person is awake.

           “Al’s Assmeats. How may we serve you today?” an obnoxiously loud voice answers.

           “Devi, it’s Nny,” Johnny says.

           “Oh, hey,” she replies in her normal voice. “Something wrong? You never call me.”

           “No-ah, well…no, not really,” he stammers with uncertainty.

           “Then…why are you calling me?”

           “Uh it’s um mmmm.” Pressing his palm into his forehead, Johnny takes a second to collect his thoughts. “Do you remember when the Nightmare tried to control you?”

           “Yeah…?” Devi replies, somewhat uncertain.

           “How did it feel when you tried to paint?”

           “Um…well, I was working that shitty painting job at the time so I didn’t have time to paint for myself. And anything I painted for them was just following the instructions they gave me- which fucking sucked by the way. So…I don’t know. It sure didn’t feel the same as before, when I painted for me. It felt like…nothing. Like a void, you know?”

           “No,” Nny replies as he sits on the floor and leans up against the end table. “I don’t remember much from back when it was happening to me. But I feel like…like whenever I tried to draw…there was a clog.”

           “A clog?” Devi questions.

           “Yeah. Like something was blocking my creativity from leaving my mind.”

           “That’s interesting,” she comments, “I guess because I was doing that job, I wasn’t really using my creativity.”

           “Like it was being clogged from the outside,” he muses.

         “Yeah. I never thought of it that way before,” she remarks, “why are you asking about this?”            “Mmm,” Johnny merely groans in reply.

           “Is it about Squee? Is he okay?”

           “I think so. For now at least,” he replies, “but…he said he’s having trouble writing. Like he’s feeling blocked.”

           “Hmmm,” Devi hums curiously, “well…he’s going through a lot right now. He could just be mentally exhausted. Maybe he just needs a break.”

           “That is why we came out here,” Nny replies, “but I think he’s trying too hard to, like, beat his depression.”            “Fuck, I know how that feels,” she sighs.

           “Yeah.”

           They both sigh heavily.

           “Well,” Johnny grunts, scratching his head. “I’m sure he’ll get through this. He’s tougher than he thinks he is.”            “He really is,” Devi agrees, “oh, hey! I finally got my business cards done!”

           “Oh, yeah?” he replies with half-interest.

           “Yeah, Dib helped me design them. They’re pretty fucking sick. I’m gonna go around tomorrow and hand them out. I’m gonna start with small businesses first- you know, spread the indie love. But if I have to, I’ll try bigger businesses.”

           Johnny rubs his forehead as Devi continues to babble on. He doesn’t really care, but he can’t just hang up on her. He’s the one who called her in the middle of the night, so this is the price he has to pay.

           Back in his room, Squee is slowly starting to pass out in his window. His eyelids are drooping but he can’t be bothered to pick himself up and go to bed. So he keeps blinking heavily as he stares at the sky.

           Between each blink, everything appears the same. The silhouettes of the trees and all the stars remain stagnant.

           And then two more stars appear.

          Squee’s eyes fly open and he leans out the window. This time, the new stars don’t disappear. They stay poking over the treeline, seemingly staring back at him.

           With his eyes used to the darkness, he can barely make out the outline of what appears to be a head surrounding the new stars.

           Squee cocks his head curiously. The other head cocks back.

           Squee blinks with surprise before leaping out the window. His bare feet land on the soft, chilly grass surrounding the house but he doesn’t want to get his shoes. What if the new stars disappear again?

           He quickly loses sight of them as he goes into the trees but he keeps moving forward. He trips and stumbles on roots and branches but he doesn’t stop. Not until he reaches a small clearing.

           It’s so sudden he almost runs into it, but he stops just in time. Just in front of him is a giant foot, the big toe alone almost taller than Squee. Swallowing hard, he looks up in awe at the rest of the creature towering over him and the surrounding trees.

           Their body is humanoid and androgynous, but their skin almost looks like tree bark. They’re so tall, Squee can’t make out their face; just their two eyes, glowing like stars in the darkness.

           The giant stares at him before slowing kneeling down just enough to rest one of their hands at Squee’s feet. Squee glances at it with uncertainty before climbing aboard.

           “Whoa!” he exclaims as the giant lifts him at the same velocity as a speeding car, all the way up to their face.

           This close Squee can see the giant’s eyes really are just two glowing white orbs. They have no nose or ears, just nostrils, and a massive mouth filled with browned, chipped teeth. While the creature doesn’t have eyebrows, Squee can still tell their expression is quizzical.

           “Why have you sought me out, little one?” they ask, their voice booming but somehow still gentle, like a wise, old man.

           “I-I wanted to see if you were real,” Squee replies, wonderstruck.

           “You are the first of your kind to notice me in thousands of years,” they muse, “I admit, I wasn’t sure you were real either last night. Rather spooked me.”            He cracks an amused smile at that. “I scared you?”

           “At first. Why? Do I frighten you?”

           “Lots of things do, some more than others. But I’m not afraid of you now.”            “Yet you were before. And you still came for me.”            “Like I said, I needed to be sure you were real,” Squee says, “I…I’m worried I might start losing the ability to tell the difference.”

           “Hmm,” the giant hums in response. “You are young, even for your species. But I see ages of stress on your face. Care to join me on a nightly walk? I find they always help me clear my head.”

           “Uh, well, I…” Squee stammers with uncertainty as he looks back towards the house. Then he realizes just how high he really is.

           Not only can he see the house, the few lights on glimmering in the darkness, but the highway as well and the surrounding trees and fields, stretching on and on endlessly towards the darkened horizon where it all connects with the sky, its countless stars and the moon shining overhead.

           “Sure,” Squee sighs, “why not.”

           “Wonderful,” the giant comments and carefully moves their hand to their shoulder. Squee climbs on and sits in the crook of their neck.

           “Uh, my name’s Squee, by the way,” he says.

           “My kind do not use names,” they reply.

           “Oh. Um can I give you a nickname?”            “You may.”

           “I’m gonna call you…Celestial, cause your eyes remind me of the stars,” Squee says.

           “Hm, I like that,” Celestial comments.

           They walk in silence for a couple minutes. Celestial moves quickly, one step covering several feet. The chilly, night air breezes through Squee’s hair as he watches the world pass by.  

           “This is nice,” he comments blissfully, “it reminds me of when I was in space. Like right now, nothing matters.”

           “Yes, your kind spend so much time scurrying around,” Celestial says, “but your lives are short. You do not have much time to do the things you want to do, so it’s understandable. But you must remember to take a break once in a while.”

           “Yeah, that’s why I came out here,” he agrees, “to take a break. But…I can’t write. That was always my escape. And now something’s stopping me, keeping me from it. It’s so…frustrating.”

           All of Squee’s anger erupts to the surface in a sudden blow. It would surprise him if he wasn’t so aggravated.

           “Writing is important to you,” Celestial observes.

           “I…I lost something not long ago,” Squee explains, “a big part of myself. I can’t lose writing too.”            He glares angrily at his hands when Celestial suddenly stops. Squee looks up and quickly rises to his feet in awe.

           In the distance they can see Los Angeles, its countless lights glowing bright enough to blot out the stars. Even this far away, the city’s noises can be heard; vehicles, muffled voices, and miscellaneous clamoring.

           “Look at your people,” Celestial says, “even this late at night, they don’t stop. Always moving, working for something, even if they don’t know what it is.”

           “You say you came here to take a break, but perhaps it is not just a break from your everyday life you require,” they suggest, “perhaps it is a break from yourself.”

           “My…self?” Squee questions.

           “Take a break from writing, from your worries. Try something new. Or do nothing at all.”

           “But I’m trying to do the exact opposite,” he insists, “I don’t want to lose myself.”            “You are fighting a tremendous battle that no one could possibly understand,” Celestial points out, “taking a break from it does not mean you have lost.”

           Squee stares at them, his eyes welling up. He swallows a sob as he sits back down.

           “I will take you back home,” Celestial says as they turn around.

           The walk back is quiet. Tears drip down Squee’s cheeks the entire way, suddenly overwhelmed by his emotions. When they make it back, he wipes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

           “Thank you, Celestial,” he says as he stands up. “This was really nice.”

           “Indeed,” they agree as they hold up their hand for Squee to step on. “It has been many decades since I’ve had a conversation with someone. Perhaps someday I will see you again.”

           “I would like that,” Squee smiles.

           Celestial carefully lowers Squee to ground in front of Cammie’s house. They wave goodbye to each other before turning away and Squee goes in through the front door.

           “Hey.” Squee looks over to the living room, where Johnny is sitting on the floor holding the phone receiver, Nugget curled up in his lap. “Where did you go?” he asks.

           “I…had a very enlightening conversation with a giant,” Squee replies.

           “Huh. Cool.”            “Who are you talking to?” Squee asks.

           “Devi,” Nny replies and covers the receiver. “She gets really talkative when she’s overtired. Wanna talk?”

           He smiles gently. “Yeah.”

           Squee sits next to him and takes the phone. “Devi?”

           “Squee!” she exclaims excitedly. “It’s good to hear you. You uh…you doing okay?”            A lump forms in Squee’s throat but he quickly swallows it and takes a deep breath. “No. Not really. But I’ll get there.”            Johnny smiles warmly and drapes his arm across Squee’s shoulders. He smiles back as they lean against each other. Nugget mews and moves over into Squee’s lap.

           “So uh how are you doing?” Squee asks.

           “Pretty good,” Devi replies, “I finally got my business cards and they’re pretty fucking awesome. I’ve been thinking about getting a haircut; it’s been a while and my hair’s getting too long. But I’m not sure what to do with it. I need it to be different, you know. Maybe I should get some like hairstyle magazines, look for inspiration.”

           Squee smiles wearily as he covers the receiver and whispers to Nny, “she really does get talkative.”            “I know,” he whispers back.

           They both smile and lean back, relaxed as they listen to Devi’s babbling.

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Multivoid: Chapter 1

A fanfiction revolving around 2K, Palindrome and the alternate Zims in the aftermath of the Battlevoid arc.

Based on Invader Zim comic issues 46-49.

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“Hey. Um. Brother?”

“Sure! What is it, brother?”

“Uh...do you...um. Do you ever worry?”

“Worry about what?”

“Well heheh! Ofcourse it’s a dumb question. But um. Do you ever worry that maybe this won’t last forever?”

“Whaaat?! Come on! Ofcourse it will last forever! We can make it last as long as you want it to!”

“But wouldn’t you want to too?”

“....Hm. You know, that’s a good question. I always pondered about that. Im guessing you might wonder about that too.”

“Wonder about what?”

“Wonder which one you really are. Which one is the real you....Hey! I got a question for you brother! Let’s say we use to be someone. But an event occurred that made you become someone else. Someone grants you the second chance to be that person again. Will you take it?”

“Hmmmm. Not entirely sure. It really depends if my original self was better than what I am now:”

“Better in what way?”

“I don’t know. Superior? More flawless? I think.”

“You seem unsure, brother.”

“Eh I don’t know. Who knows? Maybe that original me was worse than what I am now?”

“In what way?”

“Mmm not sure. Maybe evil? Careless? Dumb? Pitiful?”

“Do you really think that’s what you were?”

“I guess so. You?”

“Mm. I’m not sure either.”

“I see....”

“....I know! Let’s play! Just like old times!”

“Like old times?”

“Yeah! Like hide-and seek! I hide and you have to look for me!”

“You expect me to look for you in an area this big?”

“Uh-Huh! But it will be different! You need to find someone to convince them to come find me!”

“I don’t think that’s how the game works. Shouldn’t I be the only one to find you.”

“Yeah but it’ll get boring. Besides! It’s nice to get to know someone! Even if there’s a chance they can be sketchy!”

“Brother, I’m not sure if that’s a safe idea.”

“Aw come on, trust me! I know you can do it!”

“Hm. Fine. How do I start?”

“Well...first, you have to wake up!”

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Palindrome gasped a breath of water, his body violently shuddering for a few seconds as if it was springing back to life. Within a second after it happened, the heavy sensation rushed across his body. It felt as though he was about to dissipate again, but felt like his body was holding back from coming apart again. He felt his weak arms wrap around 2K as much as he could to which he timed on when he was going to catch him, making sure never to let him go.

He did not know how long he kept his eyes closed for or whether or not he really did knocked out, but few flashes of traumatic images from the battle swept through his mind for a split seconds, despite it feeling like forever and wanting to cry out on making it stop. He suddenly felt a soft nudge soon after. It felt warm and soft, interrupting the pain enough to relieve himself. Even if it was just a moment. The one who was nudging him felt small and round, having a bit of puffiness to them. He gulped down, hoping to have the strength to speak with his heart fluttering in hope on who it might be. He weakly flicked open his eyes again.

“T....2K....?”

 The blurry vision showed him what seemed like a pale blue figure instead of a light green as he had hoped. The vision slightly cleared up until he realized that the small being was softly hovering above him. The fish looking being had derpy eyes and squared buck tooth. What was that thing? Minimoose? No. That’s not his name. Why did he think that was his name? His name....is....

His breath stiffened from finally recognizing him.

“Mini....Miniwhale...? Is it really...?” He shakily reaches out, “Miniwhale...?”

“Nya,” the figure squeaked in a concerned tone and moved close in order to let him be able to rest his creator’s palm on the side of his body. Palindrome processed to make sure he really wasn’t hallucinating. No, he couldn’t be here. He just can’t. How could he have entered the Zimvoid? There’s just no absolute-

“”Nya?”

The fish Irken blinked.

“Wh...what are you...? What do you mean ‘where have I gone’? Why are you h-?”

He grunt from the unfeeling sensation rushing through his body returning, causing him to squeeze eyes shut and hug himself again.

“Nya?”

He found it impossible to respond to his subject this time, focusing more on fighting it back.

It took several seconds for it to ebb away, letting his body fully relax in exhaustion and breathe heavily.

“Nya!”

Yes I’m fully aware my bowl is very dirty thanks for reminding me at this time.

But he did not say that and instead respond weakly,

“Miniwhale. If it’s really you...please,” his eyes opened and trace back to him, “...help me.”

“Nya?”

He couldn’t tell him exactly what he needs help with. His body felt so useless that even speaking would easily tire him out. He can’t even look around the area because of how blurry his sight really was. There was really no telling when the horrible feelings were going to end. He felt like he could throw up at any moment.

“Nya...”

His heart melted by what the robot responded. He soon after started feeling him float down and nestle against his body. It made the unfeeling sensation grow numb again. He took a moment to process and choked up a bit, realizing how long it has been since he has encountered anyone close to him from his timeline. He gave out the strength to move his arm so he can rest it around him.

“Y-yeah....I missed you too.”

Miniwhale responded by nestling against his body more until he felt cozy against his creator. Palindrome wondered if he was doing this because he was trying to comfort him during the ill feeling or if it’s because he was embracing him after not seeing him for all those few months. It could maybe be both. Nonetheless, he felt his body start to shut down on him again. He wanted to beg his body so much on moving again. There was so much that he needed to know. What happened to the other Zims? What happened to the Elder? The Meat? Where’s that Zib? Where’s that alternate Dib?

2K....2K, are you still here? Did you come back too just like me? Why didn’t Miniwhale mention you or the others? Am I the only one who came back from....?

His eyes grew heavy until they closed shut to give into the unconsciousness.

...Where are you?

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Zim can be seen laying face plant on a messy table sleeping, his drools having covered half of it. He can be heard softly snoring.

“Sir. Sir.”

There was a moment of no response.

“Hellooooo. Sirrrrr.”

“Huh! Wah!” Zim  jumps awake with pieces of styrofoams stuck on his face and quickly glanced around his lab in wonder.

“Sir. School will be starting soon.”

“Wait.” Zim processed and looked up at the ceiling, “you mean now?”

“Yyyyup.”

“WHAT?!” He exclaimed, “why didn’t you wake me up earlier?!”

The computer sighed,

“Sir, I tried to wake you up for two hours-”

“Urgh! Forget about it,” he rubbed the pieces of styrofoams off his face, “I’ll do this later. Just don’t touch any of them!”

“I am aware of that, sir. You tell me this everyday.”

“Well it’s always good to be reminded,” he hopped off his seat. “Computer! Initiate my brilliant disguise!”

The tube shot down to cover Zim’s body. It then pulled back up to show him in his human disguise. He then walks over to the elevator and goes up to the living room, to which he can see Gir watching his TV as usual.

“Your in charge of the house, Gir. Make sure Minimoose doesn’t eat them again.”

“Okie dokie!” Gir said without even looking at him and changed the channel.

There was a likely chance he didn’t even listen, but not like Zim couldn’t do anything about it. He just continued on and left his home base, walking out to the usual casual days. Basically how it was everything day. Somewhat cloudy skies, some bird flying by with some of them often time hitting a house and getting knocked unconscious. The neighbor next door always screaming in order for their husband to clearly hear them. Boy does he love this planet. But it won’t be any better until he conquers it.

 He walked passed the neighborhood and through the streets until it took him maybe half an hour to get to school, many kids having already gone inside. He walked inside the school, went passed the halls, ignoring some weird kid who was in the locker calling out nonchalantly to let him out, and was able to go inside the classroom just as soon as the school bell rang. Dib can be seen apparently not glaring at him as usual, instead scribbling on a journal.

Zim squinted, wondering what he was up to this time.

“Zim.”

The Irken flinched and turned to see Ms.Bitters behind him.

“Take your seat. Class is about to start.”

“Uh, right! Yes, Ms. Bitters!”

He went and did as she told him. Again, the school seat feeling uncomfortable as always.

“Alright, class. Today, we’re going to-“

She turned to notice Dib scribbling.

“Dib. I really do hope your not trying to write out your plans on how to get to Zim’s ‘secret alien lair’.”

The class giggles by her comment.

“Uh, no Ms. Bitter. It’s actually something different.”

“Oh? Then you might as well either stop scribbling whatever creative fantasy you always have in that big head of yours or would you like to spend more of these dragging moments of class time telling us what it is your scribbling about.”

“It’s just...have anyone noticed the stars looked off today?”

“Stars?” One kid asked in confusion.

“Yeah! For example, last night I was checking my telescope to see if Zim’s kind arrived as usual and the stars looked very different. Like...very different. There seems to be a lot more in the sky and not to mention that most of them look to be bigger than the others. Has anyone noticed that?”

“Dib, none of us aren’t into those stargazing gizmos like you do.”

“Ofcourse there is, ask Zim! He always checks to see what his kinds are up to.”

 “Hey now,” Zim narrowed, “don’t get me into this conversation!”

“Maybe there might be meteor showers tonight?” One kid suddenly guessed.

“Oh I hope so!” One girl said, “I wish for a talking pony!”

“I wish for a kitten!” Another kid said.

“I wish to be singer!”

“I wish for a world’s finest pizza!”

“I wish to be a rock-“

“Well apparently wishing on a star is part of something out of a fairy tale,” the teacher interrupted. “In life, you won’t get anything unless you decide to work hard in getting it. Now that we’re back to reality, can I now continue this section?”

The class stayed quiet.

“Good. Now then, today we’ll be talking about the Schrodinger’s Cat theory. Can anyone guess as to what it is?”

—————————————————

The school bell rings. Kids screams in happiness as they run out of school and jump out of windows as usual. Zim walks out of the door mumbling.

“What kind of dumb question is that? Of course the cat is dead! Or alive. How can a cat be both dead and alive? that’s the stupidest thing I ever heard. Dumb humans with their dumb logical sense-“

“You have something to do with it, don’t you?”

“Huh?” He turned behind him and saw Dib come out of the entrance and walk down the stair to approach him with a look of suspicions. Oh here it goes again.

“You’re plotting something, do you? Why are the night skies different tonight? Is it part of your next scheme?”

“Gee I don’t know Dib human,” Zim in annoyance, “why don’t you next time use that weak telescope of yours to see what these new stars actually are?”

“Because dad called me to go to bed before I could analyze it more. So tell me, Zim! What are they?”

“Ok first off, if they were really part of my next glorious plan, I would not tell you what they are. Second, I have not analyzed the galaxies in a while.”

“Don’t you check the galaxy every night? Like, to check what the invaders are up to and all of that?”

“WHAT?!” He exclaimed, “HOW DO YOU KNOW?!”

 “You one time complained about them doing something that was bugging you.”

“LIES! ZIM WOULD NEVER TALK ABOUT OTHER LESS SKILLED INVADERS!”

“Whatever, man. I guess I tend to forget that you’re not too active with your ambitions as usual.”

“That is also lies! Zim has become more ambitious with his great conquest to conquer your planet more than ever!”

“You mean by studying those things.”

“What things?”

“The packing pea-“

“I knew what you were talking about.”

Dib sighed and facepalmed.

“You spent the whole night studying them again?”

“They’re very important! I must know what their purpose really is!”

“Zim, you told me this for like what? The thirtieth time? And besides, what makes them so important? They’re just packing peanuts.”

YOU ARE WRONG STINK BOY! Those packing peanuts had much more potential than you should EVER know! Especially that one time!”

“One time?” Dib’s eyebrow raised.

“Yeah!” Zim smiled, “that one time when I-“

There were few seconds  of silence. Zim stopped smiling and processed.

“Ok, maybe they haven’t done anything yet, but I’m SURE they have a purpose. I just need to remember what it was!”

 “And how long exactly will that take?” Dib crosses his arms in annoyance, “you’ve been going on about it for a year now. Mostly because of that little ‘incident’. And it’s because of that incident that not only do you focus on them, you have been obsessed about them more and more.”

“And THATS because I am getting closer and closer to uncovering it’s purpose. Watch me, stink human...watch me! When I uncover the power of those styrofoams, you can no longer stop me! I will be able to conquer my planets with my BARE hands! Or feet, any of those can work.”

  Zim lets out a laughter before running off to the street. Midway, his maniacal laughter turns to a yelp of shock as a car can be heard honking in the distance and then crashing sounds are heard, with one woman screaming,

“Hey watch where you’re going, stupid kid!”

Dib stares off at the scene and sigh in annoyance.

“Of all supernatural I could be chasing, why does my main focus have to be him?”

[krizaland]

Change your mind Chapter 5

First Chapter  Previous

I’m back with another chapter! I’ll admit I think I got a little carried away with this one.

Be warned: There will be some violent fantasies ahead! There will be thoughts of people being burned alive!

The sound of Zim’s voice woke you from your thoughts.

“Oh! Where are we?”

“This is a special place I go to when I need some Zim-Time” Zim explained casually as he gestured to the window.

You let out a gasp as you pressed your face against the Voot’s window.

“That galaxy is so far away!”

“Nah, it’s just really tiny.” Zim corrected as he flew the Voot into the tiny galaxy.

“That’s so cool!” You squealed as you continued to look out the window.

“Isn’t it though? Anyway, we can get out now.” Zim said as he activated his space helmet and hopped out of the Voot.

You let out a yelp as the Voot’s window opened up. Luckily, your space helmet was already activated so you were protected from the cold elements of space.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Zim asked as he floated up to you.

“Oh yeah! I’m fine! I was just caught off guard.” You giggled as you got out of the Voot.

“Good! Welcome to the Tiny Galaxy, Y/N!” Zim chirped as he spread out his arms.

You let out another gasp as you took in your surroundings.

There were planets that could fit in the palm of your hand! There were Moons that were the size of malted milk balls! There were astroids that looked like floating beads! And there were stars no bigger than fireflies!

“I come out here when I want to be alone and just think about what it all means.” Zim explained as he floated about for a moment.

“And then I punch a planet in the face!”

BAM!

Zim smashed his fist into one of the tiny planets, sending it spiraling out of orbit.

You jumped back a bit and watched the smashed planet spin about.

“Zim, are you sure this is safe?” You asked as you continued to watch the smashed planet until it stopped spinning.

“Of course it is! Probably! Go on, Y/N! Punch a planet! Feel it crumble beneath your mighty fists of fury!” Zim urged as a wicked grin spread across his face.

You looked down at one of the tiny planets. It looked so small and fragile. You weren’t quite sure if you wanted to destroy it or not.

“Come on, Y/N! Smash that pitiful planet like you would smash your enemies!” Zim encouraged.

“Right…Smash the planet…”

You trailed off as you continued to stare at the tiny planet. The longer you looked at it, the more and more the planet looked like Ms. Ablestein’s smug face.

“You need to get rid of your toys, Y/N! Toys are babyish! The cool kids don’t like babies!” The planet seemed to cackle in Ms. Ablestein’s shrill voice.

You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a loud war cry.

SMASH!

You punched that tiny planet as hard as you hand could muster.

The planet was sent flying over Zim’s head and only stopped when it bumped into the planet Zim had punched earlier.

“YES! YES, Y/N! LET THOSE PATHETIC PLANETS FEEL THE POWER OF YOUR FURY!” Zim cackled as he floated to another planet.

SMASH!

BASH!

POW!

BAM!

SLAM!

CRASH!

You and Zim spent countless hours, destroying planet after planet.

With every planet you destroyed, the better you felt.

Ms. Ablestein’s smug face? Smashed to bits!

The creepy mask’s disapproving eyes? Crushed under your feet!

The mocking laughter of the skool children? Drowned out by the sound of each planet smashing under your fists.

You soon found yourself laughing and giggling as you continued your rampage.

Zim’s PAK sparked once more as he watched you unleash your wrath upon the Tiny Galaxy.

He had missed your sweet laughter and your fiery spirit.

You were finally starting to act like your old self again!

No longer were you held down by unflattering clothes and cruel words!

“DIE STUPID MASK!!! DIE!!!” You cackled as you punched another planet into oblivion.

In that moment, Zim’s feelings for you grew stronger than ever.

You were wild! You were dynamite! You were amazing! And most importantly:

You were so much more than just a mere friend to him.

Zim felt his PAK spark once more as his face turned a darker shade of green.

Your cackling face shimmered as clouds of stardust washed over you.

You were like a powerful force of nature! Zim had never seen something so beautiful yet so terrifying before!

He soon found himself entranced by your fury. He let out a few chirps as he watched the carnage.

Zim soon found himself imagining you ruling by his side as the rest of the pitiful human race was brought to their knees. He could hear your maniacal laughter melt with his own as your face was illuminated by the flames that licked the shattered ground.

The skool children, Dib, and  even Ms. Ablestein were all groveling and begging for mercy.

But of course, there would be no mercy for filthy, worm scum like them.

It wasn’t long before the flames consumed them, leaving nothing but their echoing screams behind.

Zim let out a few soft chuckles as he indulged in his fantasies.

Eventually, you found yourself growing tired. You panted as you put your hands on your thighs.

Zim quickly shook away his infatuation and cleared his throat.

“Alright! I think we’ve had enough planet destroying for one day! Let’s set a course back to Earth!” Zim announced as he gestured for you to hop into the Voot.

“Sounds good to me…”

And with that you and Zim hopped into the Voot and set a course for home.

“Hey Zim? Thank you for taking me out here, I really needed this.” You smiled.

“I know you did. Y/N. I know you did. We’re probably gonna have to wait a few months for the planets to reform but once they do, THEY WILL FEEL OUR GLORIOUS WRATH ONCE MORE!” Zim cackled.

His laughter was contagious as you quickly found yourself joining in and laughing all the way home.

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