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Snuff Out a Thousand Suns	By : Evermist Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 2894 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim. I don't make money from this. My in-chapter disclaimer is much better than this one. Read that instead.

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“Number fifteen!” Gashloog yelled, dropping a greasy paper bag onto an already-full tray. A taller Irken marched up to the counter, wrapping her fingers around the edges of the tray and glaring at the drone. Gashloog felt his antennae press back nervously, and he shoved the food closer to the customer. The glare was a little unnerving, and he didn’t think he’d done anything to deserve it. The food had come up pretty quick, and a glance over the tray didn’t look like he’d forgotten anything. “Is there something wrong?” he asked, looking back at the other. Something about those eyes was weirdly familiar.

The Tall Irken smirked. “Oh, nothing,” she said, lifting the tray. “I just felt I should say your restaurant is very boring. I’d very much like it if you were to, oh I dunno, dance in a suit full of hot grease for my amusement.”

Gashloog blinked, watching the other walk back to her table. Her voice had been pretty deep for a female, and her antennae were really curly, like she’d done something to twist them more than they naturally grew. He jumped and was pulled back to the present as customers started screaming for their food.

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Gaz snatched her bag off the tray as Zim sat down, cackling to himself about whatever abuse he’d given the cashier today. She pulled out a sandwich, and cast a critical glance at it to check for mistakes before biting into it. “So, Zek. What’s got you in such a good mood?”

Zim smirked at the name, poking a straw into his milkshake and sucking down a large mouthful. “Demanding a former coworker dance in grease to entertain me,” he replied, shoveling a handful of fries to follow the shake.

“He didn’t realize you used to work here, did he?” Flurn asked quietly, nibbling at a Vort dog.

“Of course not, Flik!” the shorter Irken practically yelled through his fries. “I am Zi-...I am Zek! And Zek is far too amazing to allow such a thing!” A quick hand dove into Flurn’s bag, coming out with a few Vort dogs, and they disappeared into his mouth.

Flurn laughed at the food-snatching, slapping at Zim’s hand before snagging some of his fries.

It had been nearly a full two rounds since the three had escaped the Massive. One of the first things they’d done had been to stop by Vort, and stolen a prosthetic antenna, some spare clothes, and some clothing dye from a storage room. The dye had been used to darken Gaz’s hair to a dark, almost blue shade of black. The Vortians had always used plant-based materials for pretty much anything they made, so they’d figured it would be safe enough to use on Gaz. She’d also cut her hair, restyling it to hang straight down in the back and not jut across her face. Her upper bangs had been left alone, though. Gaz had said they refused to lay flat unless wet, and neither Zim nor Flurn had really wanted to challenge her on it.

Flurn had needed to stay in the Shuver for nearly a hafround while his body eased out of the Tallest shape, leaving Gaz and Zim to get any supplies they’d needed. Zim had been recognized twice before they decided a better disguise than new clothes was needed, and he’d stayed on the ship with Flurn for two full tenhafs before he would agree to what Gaz kept suggesting. It wasn’t until Flurn was able to leave the ship with him that the smaller Irken was willing to use a rather painful hot iron to curl the ends of his antennae, pull on a female’s plain, purple tunic, and step outside the Shuver. The success of this disguise, combined with some curious glances at Flurn, quickly resulted in the taller male taking on a similar appearance, but with a pale pink tunic and shorter gloves.

The final touch to the group’s disguises had been fake names. Flik, Gritch and Zek had been thought of early on, and despite attempts to think of better ones, they’d stuck quite well, and been used for well over a round and a haf.

Shortly after Zim and Flurn had started leaving the Shuver again, they’d also dumped the ship and picked up three Spittle Runners. They moved faster, were less noticeable, and Gaz had installed private radio links in them for safe communication. Separate ships had also helped with lessening the irritability all three would occasionally get, although Gaz was easily hit the worst, at constantly being around the others.

Looking different wasn’t always enough, however, and to someone who was familiar with humans, and had even spent time in the very town Zim had stayed in, Gaz wasn’t difficult to recognize. A small form in Shloogorgh’s eyed the girl’s table suspiciously while they mopped near the counter, and Zim’s outburst quickly confirmed just who she was dining with. The watcher wasn’t sure who the taller female was, but that wasn’t important. What was important was that Zim was there. Eyes narrowing, the janitor turned to Gashloog, dropping their mop to the floor. “Tell Sizz-lorr I’m taking a break,” they barked, turning back to the group’s table. The now-empty seats pulled a growl from deep in their throat, and they quickly rushed out the door to find them.

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“So, where to next?” Flurn asked, leaning against his Spittle.

Gaz opened a panel on the side of her ship, studying it for a moment. “I could use some fuel. What about you guys?”

The Irkens checked their Runners quick, and both nodded. “We shall need to find a fueling station, then,” Zim said, scratching at the base of his fake antenna. “I saw one on our way in, it should be only a short fligh-”

“YOU!”

The three jumped at a sudden shriek. A female Irken was standing a short distance away, glaring furiously at Zim, hands clenched in tight fists.

Zim glanced at the other two curiously for a moment before turning back to the new arrival. He slowly lifted one hand, pointing at himself. “Me?”

“Yes, you!” the female hissed, stomping towards him. “You think you can hide yourself under curly antennae and female’s clothing, but I see right through you, you filthy little bug!” she snarled, shoving at his chest.

“Zi-Zek does not know who you think she is, but-”

“Oh, just stop, Zim. I know it’s you!” the Irken snapped, grabbing a fistful of Zim’s tunic.

Zim slapped the girl away, taking several rapid steps back. “Who are you and how do you know Zim’s name?!” he shrieked.

The Irken blinked, opened her mouth, closed it, and took a deep breath. “Please tell me you’re joking.” Zim stared silently, and the female turned to Gaz. “You remember me, don’t you?” The human nodded, and the Irken turned back to Zim. “I can’t believe you, Zim. First you ruin my life, then you never remember who I am when I manage to find you!” She narrowed her eyes, grabbing Zim’s shirt again. “I’m Tak!” she screamed, shaking the ex-Invader. “Tak Tak Tak Tak Tak!!” Snarling, she slammed the taller Irken against his ship, scratching at his face.

Flurn grabbed Tak by the shoulders, pulling her away from Zim. “Okay, that’s enough! Let’s calm down, all right?” he said, lifting Tak from the ground and wrapping his arms around her chest, pinning her arms in place.

Tak’s antennae pressed against her skull angrily, and she glared up at Flurn. “Let go of me,” she growled, wriggling and kicking at the taller Irken. A well-aimed foot connected with the bottom of Flurn’s gut, and he jerked in pain, losing his grip on Tak.

The violet-eyed Irken dove back on Zim, grabbing him by the antennae and biting down on the tips. Zim shrieked, bucking under her. He managed to slam his elbow into her throat, knocking her off his back. The female’s grip on his antennae held strong, though, and took the prosthetic with her. Tak glanced at the fake for a moment before tossing it aside and jumping back onto Zim’s shoulders. Zim snarled, swinging a fist at her before stumbling and falling to the ground.

“I’m done playing with you, Zim!” Tak screamed, smashing a fist against the back of his head. After only a few more hits, a boot slammed into the base of her neck, knocking her away from Zim. Gaz landed on top of her, punching and clawing. Tak fought back, kicking and scratching, but was quickly overpowered by the larger human. Gaz grabbed the Irken’s wrists, and pressed her knees against the side panels of her Pak as she tried to release her spider-legs. The metal limbs did get out a bit, and Gaz grabbed them, wrapping them roughly around Tak’s wrists and twisting them into a knot.

“Now,” the human said, situating herself to sit just below Tak’s bound arms, “if I let you up, are you going to calm down?” Tak merely hissed in response, writhing beneath the larger body. “Are you going to leave Zim alone?” The Irken gave a short laugh. “Thought not. If I let you go, are you going to tell anyone you’ve seen us?”

“Of course I will,” the female growled. “I’ll need to tell Sizz-lorr I’m taking time off to hunt you down so I can tear Zim limb from limb!”

Gaz nodded. “Okay then. Guess you’ll be coming with us.” She hopped off Tak’s back, grabbing her by the wrists and dragging her towards her Spittle Runner. “C’mon, guys. I’ll keep her with me so she can’t get at Zim, but we can’t have her running her mouth to whoever asks about us.”

Zim pressed his prosthetic antenna back into place, frowning. “I remember you now, Tak! You stole my robot bee!”

Tak growled as Gaz shoved her into the back of the Runner. “I did not take your stupid bee!”

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I don’t own Invader Zim. This is obvious. If I were Mr. Vasquez, I’d be too busy vomiting out of every orifice on my body from the sheer thought of Zim having a sexual relationship with any of the other characters to be typing this right now.

Okay. Arc two started. Finished this chapter just under a day before posting deadline. College is making me very tired this quarter for some reason. I sleep now.

Lum1: ^^ Fast update granted.
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