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Snuff Out a Thousand Suns
By : Evermist
Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality
Views: 2893 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: 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. - Chapter List
Gaz glanced up from her game as Dib emerged from the basement, plopping down on the couch. He sighed, turning on the TV. “What’s your problem?” Gaz growled as Mysterious Mysteries started playing.
“Hm?” Dib looked at his sister, surprised that she seemed to be showing a bit of interest in him. “Oh, it’s nothing. Just ran out of things to study for now.” He gave a short laugh, and stretched. “It’s funny. This...particular thing of Zim’s that I got, I didn’t think would ever run out of things to learn about. But I guess for now, I just need a break.”
“I stopped listening to you at ‘nothing’, Dib. Shut up,” Gaz said, mashing buttons in an attempt to kill Count Ultra Mega Pigula. A few minutes later, a small television screen flew into the room.
“Son, daughter! Time for bed. You must rest your minds if you are to do well in school! Don’t forget to brush your teeth,” the recording said, staying just long enough to watch Dib turn off the TV and start towards the stairs before it flew off again.
“C’mon, Gaz. We’ve got school tomorrow.”
“Dib, if you know what’s good for you, you will shut up and let me finish this level. I’ll go to bed in a little bit,” Gaz hissed. Pigula had entered his last transformation, and Gaz could almost taste victory.
A few short minutes later, Pigula vomited a massive wave of acid across the entire screen, and Gaz stared in horror as Game Over flashed mockingly at her. She growled, turning the game off and tossing it onto the coffee table, and started towards the stairs. About halfway there, she stopped, glancing back towards the basement door. She had to admit, she was the tiniest bit curious as to just what was down there. Whatever it was, it had to be vital to Zim leaving his house. He hadn’t been to skool in a week, and he hadn’t been over to try and steal it back; at least not as far as Gaz knew. After a few more seconds of thought, she shrugged, mumbled “What the hell,” and started for the basement.
After opening the door, she sniffed. It smelled kind of funky down here. Kinda like raw meat. She felt her way down the stairs, cursing out whoever’d built this house with the light switch at the bottom of the stairs along the way. When she finally reached the floor, she flipped on the light, blinking and glancing around the room. Whatever Dib had was probably somewhere around that table he’d spent half the day dragging downstairs last summer.
Gaz blinked in surprise when she focused her attention on said table, and saw the green body lying on it. She crossed the room quietly, stopping next to the alien. “Dib finally beat ya, huh?”
The Irken’s eyes flickered open, slowly focusing on the girl. “...The Dib’s...sister..,” he murmured, closing his eyes again for a few seconds. “What do you want...with Zim?”
The girl quirked an eyebrow as she realized Zim wasn’t dead, as she’d thought at first. “Just having a look around.” Glancing at Dib’s table, she saw the finger, antennae and skin he’d removed, all lying next to the notebook he’d written in. She flipped through the book for a few seconds before getting bored, and turning back to the alien. “So, he’s been doing all this shit to you with you alive? God, Dib is such a douche,” she growled, flicking the antennae to the floor. “You may be an annoying little fuck, Zim, but even I would’ve killed you before cutting you apart.”
Zim forced his eyes open again, forcing himself to focus on Gaz again. “The Gaz really does not like her brother...do you?” Gaz laughed quietly, nodding. Zim was quiet for a moment, clearly fighting with what he was about to say, but finally murmured quietly, “Contact GIR for me. I need him to call my leaders...so they can help me.” The Irken turned his face away, refusing to make eye contact after asking for help. “If you do this...I can make sure you are brought off the planet before the Armada destroys it. You like video games, yes?” The girl nodded. “I can take you to the Miyamotian planet. They make the best games this side of Irk.”
Gaz nodded. “I think I can do that for ya. But you’d better remember to take me with you.”
“Of course,” Zim murmured, closing his eyes again. Gaz loosened the straps on his limbs a little before turning and heading up to bed.
~-~-~
The next morning, Gaz told Dib she was going to walk to skool instead of taking the bus, and went looking for GIR. She didn’t have anything important going on that day, anyway. Just her stupid book report, and she hadn’t even read past chapter one for that.
It wasn’t too long before Gaz reached Zim’s house. A cart was upturned on the lawn, surrounded by beans and melted cheese. Gaz carefully stepped around it, and was about to open the door to the house when it smacked open, hitting her in the face. GIR came padding out, fully dressed in his dog suit, and with a black leash dangling from his neck. He walked over to the cart, scooped up a handful of beans, and started down the street, licking the food from his hand. Gaz closed the door, scowling, and followed the robot.
“Hey.”
GIR stopped, and turned to look at Gaz, sucking contentedly at his beans. “You seen my master?” he asked after a minute, dropping his now-clean hand to his side.
“I have, actually,” Gaz replied, picking up the end of GIR’s leash. “He told me to find you for him.”
The robot squealed happily. “Master been gone a long time! Where izee?”
“Why don’t you help me get a call through to you and Zim’s leaders, and I’ll tell you guys all about it?”
GIR snapped a quick salute, then took off running back into the house, dragging Gaz through the air behind him.
~-~-~
“We haven’t heard from Zim in a while, have we?”
The red-eyed Irken glanced up curiously at his purple partner. “Not since he molted. Why?”
The other shrugged, scratching the back of his head. “It’s just kinda weird. He usually calls every couple tenhafs.”
“True. Do you have to bring him up in the bedroom, though?” the red male asked, nuzzling at the junction of the purple one’s neck and shoulder. A knock on the door brought his attention away from his lover for a moment, and when it was repeated a minute later, the red Tallest pulled himself out of bed and into a silky red robe. He opened the door, frowning at the drone on the other side. “Can I help you?”
The drone blushed a bit at the sight of his Tallest in his private chambers, but he cleared his throat and got over it quickly. “There’s a transmission coming in from Earth. We’ve put them on hold for the moment, but thought we should inform you of it.”
“Speak of a Vortian,” the scarlet-eyed Irken muttered. “We told you not to disturb us for a few hours, drone. Just because Zim’s fallen behind in keeping us updated on his progress doesn’t mean you should disobey orders just to put him through. We’ll call him back later.”
“Ah!” The drone stuck a foot in, stopping the Tallest from closing the door. The taller Irken glared at the drone, shoving the door to crush his foot a bit. “B-but...it’s not Zim, M-my Tallest.” The other paused, reopening the door. The purple-eyed male stood up from the bed, picking up his robes and slipping into the bathroom to dress. “The transmission is coming from his base, and his SIR unit, but Zim isn’t there. One of those hoomuns he’s trying to take over is there, instead.”
“Really,” the Tallest said, cocking an eye ridge. “All right; we’ll be out in a few minutes. Have some drinks or nachos or something ready for us when we get there.”
“Yes, My Tallest!” the drone said, scuttling back towards the Massive’s transmission room.
~-~-~
Gaz sighed, watching GIR dance happily to the music that had been playing for nearly ten minutes. If these Irkens were so damn advanced, why hadn’t they been able to find something better to play when they put callers on hold?! Suddenly, the music stopped, and the screen changed from some weird triangle-symbol to show two Irkens with really big heads staring at her. “Finally,” Gaz growled, sitting up straighter. “What took you guys so long?”
The purple-eyed one frowned. “Who are you?”
“I asked first.”
“So? We’re the leaders of the rulers of the universe. You’re just some little...girl...thing!”
Gaz opened her mouth to spit an insult back at the stupid thing, when the red-eyed one butted in. “Okay, come on; break it up, smeets.” The other glared in response to being called a smeet, whatever the hell that was. “You’re calling us from Zim’s base.” Gaz nodded. “But you’re clearly not Zim.” She nodded again. “Soooo....what d’ya want?”
“My brother caught Zim, and has been torturing him in our basement for about a week. He asked me to call you guys for him, and said he’d take me off the planet with him if I could get you to come rescue him.”
The red one frowned. “Your species is good enough to catch an Invader? Even if it is one as bad as Zim, that...that shouldn’t be possible.” He pressed his antennae against his head, thinking. “Maybe we should blow Earth up just in case,” he murmured to the purple one.
His companion nodded. “We don’t want her...brother? What’s a brother?” He shook his head. “Eh, not important. We don’t want this ‘brother’ to train the rest of the planet to attack us. Zim said they’re tall when they mature. They might be able to become a threat.”
The other nodded as well, motioning to a drone. “Send a few ships to Earth and blow it up, would ya?”
Gaz blinked in surprise. “Aren’t you gonna send a ship for me and Zim first?”
The red-eyed Irken frowned. “Weeeeell, I just don’t see how that’s very practical. Zim’s cost us a lot in the past, and you’re a human. I don’t see what the point would be.”
“Hang on a second,” the other said. “We’re just gonna blow it up? Zim said they make pretty good snacks, once you can get past the horrible digestive problems. We could go down, get Zim, her, and some of the really weak and stupid humans, and put them to work on Foodcourtia.”
“We’ve got plenty of good workers there already. And besides, Zim’s not going to do us any good. He’s defective; it doesn’t matter what happens to him. We were trying to get rid of him in the first place!”
“I know, but we’ve put almost a round into studying this planet. He’s got to have a good chunk of knowledge we can get from his Pak, and letting him blow up like some lower life form would destroy any chance of getting that knowledge,” the purple one snapped.
The other narrowed his eyes a bit at the hostility his partner was showing, and motioned to the drone again. “Okay, you two win. I kinda want to see this planet up close anyway. Drone, get some more ships ready for backup, and we’ll go. It should be about...two weeks? I think so. Let’s go with that, human. About two of your weeks, and we should be there. This baby’s got a good engine on her,” he said, proudly patting one of the ship’s walls. “How far from Zim’s base is your ‘basement’?”
“Three streets over. We’re the house with the electrical fields out front, and one of your ships in the backyard,” Gaz replied, shoving at the robot who’d suddenly decided he wanted a hug.
The purple-eyed Irken blinked in surprise. “Our ships? Why do you have one of our ships?”
“Dib got it from that Tak chick. He practically broke it trying to get it working again, though. I swear, he sucks at mechanical stuff.”
“Does it work, though?” the red one asked curiously.
“Yeah. I got it up and running so I could kick Dib’s ass when I found out he broke my vampire doll and blamed it on a dog.”
“Huh.” The Tallest glanced at each other for a moment, before the red one spoke again. “We could probably set you up as a technician. You’ve gotta be pretty good if you could fix Irken equipment.”
“For a human,” the purple one added.
“Yeah. Good for a human,” the other agreed, nodding. “See you in a while, then.”
Gaz nodded, watching the purple Irken pulling the red one off screen before turning off her end and kicking GIR in the head. “Quit hugging me. Come over to my place when your leaders arrive, so I know to leave. Okay?”
GIR’s eyes flashed red, and he nodded firmly. “Yes sir!”
“Alright then. I’m going to the arcade. See ya in a couple weeks.”
~*~
Irken Round 7ZZR
Location: Planet Vort
Scientist Dormitories
“So, Zim; when am I going to meet this Flurn? He sounds like quite the charmer.”
Zim smirked. “Oh he is, Fleem. He said he would be visiting later today. I’ve nearly finished my energy absorbing creature for Tallest Miyuki’s visit next tenhaf, so he’ll be coming over to help fill my...free time.” The scientist’s smirk grew a bit wider at that comment, and Fleem giggled, smacking his shoulder.
“Such a pervert!” she exclaimed, grinning. “What about your other friend? Shtirk? You said he was a looker, too. I want to meet him.”
“Eh, Zim isn’t quite sure if he’ll come along,” the male said, his smile twisting into a half-frown. “He hasn’t seemed too keen on Flurn and I being mates. Says it’s a waste of time, if we want to be Invaders.”
Fleem gave a slight nod, flopping back in the squishy chair she’d claimed upon her first visit to Zim’s room. “I guess that’s true. But really, he should be enjoying his youth. Get some action while he still can!”
Zim perked up at a knock on the door, and he hopped off the bed, crossing the room in a few quick strides. “Well, if he’s come, you should tell him yourself. Maybe you two’ll hit it off.” Opening the door revealed a single, tall Irken, smiling and holding a small bag of polished rocks. Zim grinned happily as the bag was handed over, and he sifted through them a bit. Anything shiny and organic was rather hard to get a hold of, and seen as a fairly romantic gesture to be given. Zim leaned up on his toes to rub his antennae against Flurn’s cheek in thanks, and pulled him into the room.
“Flurn, this is Fleem. She is Zim’s supervisor. Fleem, meet Flurn,” Zim said proudly, making himself comfortable in his lover’s lap on his bed.
Fleem smiled, looking the newcomer over a couple times. “He is a nice catch, Zim. You’re a lucky Irken. Pretty tall for your age, too. I wouldn’t be surprised to be reporting to a Tallest Flurn in the future,” she said, placing her head in a hand. Zim narrowed his eyes a bit at the mild flirting, and Fleem chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry, Zim. I’m not gonna steal him away from you. I’ll let you boys have some privacy, kay? See you around,” the female breathed, rising from her chair and leaving the room, flipping the light off on her way out.
~*~
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.
And here’s chapter four! This was gonna continue through the next chapter, but it started getting really long. About eight and a half pages, I think. Although...this is over six, now...hm....ah well! I didn’t want to spoil you guys, so I split it in two, and wrote an extra bit about Zim and Flurn’s history. Lucky you! Review, my zombie slaves!
Before I go, I must inform you that I now have a website! I sell fleece hats and plushies and such! They’re cheap, and I’m having a sale today since it’s the first day! Go buy stuff!
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Sweetchaos: ^^ Glad to hear I'm keeping them IC. My sister always tells me I do well at that, but I never really believe it unless I hear it from random people on the Internet. And it's good that I'm making you like Gaz, too. If all goes as planned, she should be pretty important as the story goes on.- You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
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