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 : 0 |
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Almost two weeks after Gaz had been to Zim’s house, Dib had discovered, completely on accident, that the Irken was incredibly ticklish in a few spots throughout his body. He was absolutely uncontrollably ticklish! Dib had managed to keep the alien squirming and screaming for nearly half an hour with a single spot he’d found by his ankle before getting bored with that, and moving on to figure out what all Earth substances the Invader was allergic to. Surprisingly, even though the alien was hurt so easily by things like meat and water, Dib found that he could hold a lighter against Zim’s flesh for ten minutes with no serious damage. He’d tried to pull out one of the alien’s teeth to study, as well, and discovered that all the Irken’s teeth were attached to each other. Removing one had pulled them all out, along with quite a bit of his gooey blood, and for whatever reason, the teeth had been slowly growing back, even though none of Zim’s other parts were following suit.
Dib was currently taking a break from studying Zim, though; and was relaxing on the couch, thumbing through a magazine, and Gaz kept looking up from her game to peer out the window. “What’re you looking for?” he asked, after about the twentieth time she’d looked out in the past three minutes.
“The mailman,” Gaz deadpanned, turning back to her game again.
“Right,” Dib said, cocking an eyebrow and returning to his magazine. “You do realize the mailman comes at the same time every day. He was here at noon; if you’re waiting on something, it’s not gonna arrive today.”
Gaz smirked, looking out the window again. “Not that mailman, Dib. This one,” she said, flicking her game off, picking her messenger bag off the floor, and starting towards the door. “I’d say it’s been nice knowing you, but it really hasn’t.”
“What?” Dib frowned, peering out the window. Heading up the walk was what appeared to be GIR in one of the worst mailman costumes Dib had ever seen in his life. “Been wondering if he was ever gonna show up,” he muttered, following Gaz out of the house. “What’s going on?” he asked as she handed her bag to the little robot.
Gaz smirked, eyes flickering up at the sky. “I wouldn’t know. You’re the alien expert here, so why don’t you explain it?”
Dib slowly looked up at the sky, and was quickly filled with a mounting horror. A gigantic pink ship filled half the sky above his house, and the rest of the sky was hidden behind smaller ships, varying from pinks to purples. “Holy shit,” he whimpered. This must have been that Armada Zim had always talked about. Somehow...he hadn’t expected it to be quite so big. As he watched, a small purple ship popped out of the giant ship, and started flying down towards the ground, followed by a medium-sized white ship, and another similar purple one. Dib stood frozen as they landed, and several Irken emerged. Two fairly short ones hopped out of the white ship, a single one about Gaz’s height stepped out of one of the purples ones, and what Dib recognized as one of the Irkens’ fucking leaders climbed out of the last one! He was dressed a little differently, with more armor than Dib had seen him in before when he would hack into Zim’s communications, but there was no mistaking the unique body shape and seven-foot height for anything other than one of the Tallest.
The tall one glanced at Gaz and GIR, nodding to them, and they climbed into the other Irken’s purple ship. Then he turned to Dib, eyes narrowing into furious slits. He swiftly crossed the distance between them, grabbing the human by his hair, and pulled him up to close the few inches’ difference in their heights. “Where is he?” he hissed, giving the teen a shake.
Dib glared at the alien. “I don’t have to tell you anything,” he growled back. “Why do you even care? He’s been on Earth for six years, and he never made any progress! He’s a horrible Invader.”
The Irken frowned, wrapping his other hand around Dib’s throat. “You sound just like Shtirk. ‘Oh, he’s defective; why should we bother saving him’?” He slammed the boy against his house, tightening the grip on his neck. “It doesn’t matter how good of an Invader he is, or how smart he is, or even how tall he is. What matters is that he is an Irken; and the only ones we allow to harm an Irken is another Irken. Now.” A metal leg, similar to Zim’s own but much longer, extended from his Pak, flipped Dib’s glasses onto the ground, and buried its tip in his left eye. “Where. Is. Zim?”
Dib screamed, kicking at the alien as blood poured down his face. A rather sickening ‘pop’ was heard, and Dib realized in disgust that his eye had just been completely removed. “I’m not telling you shit,” he gasped.
Gaz leaned out of the ship she had slipped into. “He’s in the basement, remember? The door’s straight through the living room; just go inside and head for the door across the room and to the right.”
The Tallest nodded, handing Dib over to the alien that had piloted Gaz’s ship down, and rushed into the house, followed by the two shorter Irkens. This one immediately snapped a pair of what seemed to be laser handcuffs onto the boy’s wrists, and shoved him roughly into the very back of his ship.
“Gaz, how could you do this?!” Dib barked as the Irken tied him into the ship. “You’ve doomed the planet!”
The girl shrugged, turning her GameSlave back on.
“Come on! You’ve got to at least have a reason for selling out the human race!” Dib wailed.
“Zim said he knows a planet with awesome video games. It sounds cool.”
Dib stared at his sister in horror. “...Video games? You brought about the extermination of Earth for video games?! Oh, come on!”
“Shouldn’t you be happy, Dib? You’re finally getting to see space, aren’t you?” Gaz growled as the ship started back towards the Armada. “Although you probably are going to be killed for torturing an Invader, if you don’t bleed to death from your eye first.”
The boy swallowed nervously. He did seem to be losing a lot of blood... “Um...hey, Mr. Irken? D’you think I could get some bandages for this?” he asked.
The Irken laughed. “You think ‘m gonna help someone the Tallest marked? I value my life, thanks. ‘Ve only got ten rounds to retirement, and ‘m not gonna screw that up.”
Dib groaned unhappily, looking nervously out the window at the large blob of pink they were approaching. “Couldn’t you at least have let me grab my glasses?”
~-~-~
Inside the house, the Irkens quickly crossed the room and moved into the basement. The Tallest slowly crossed the room, staring in sorrow at the green form on the table. When he reached the small Irken, he gently began untying the straps, taking in the battered appearance of Zim and running the back of a finger down his face. Zim blinked slowly, opening his eyes to look at the figure touching him. “Flurn..?” he murmured, lifting a newly-freed arm to touch the other’s face. “Perhaps...Zim is dreaming,” the small Invader said quietly, dropping his arm back down and drifting out of consciousness.
The other Irkens, medical drones, lifted Zim onto a foldout stretcher pulled from one of their Paks, and as soon as he was tied down to prevent any further injury, they ran from the basement to get him onto the ship. “Zim…” Flurn whispered sadly, as he followed the others out. “...I’m so sorry.”
~*~
Irken Round 9ZZR
Location: Planet Vort
Scientist Dormitories
“Zim? You awake?”
Zim jerked up in his bed, blinking and looking for the intruder in his room. He calmed when he saw Flurn and Shtirk in the doorway. “Of course I’m awake. Zim is always awake to see you, Flurn.” He hopped off the bed, crossed the room, and wrapped his claws around Flurn’s. “You haven’t been around much lately, Shtirk. What brings you to Zim’s domain today?”
Shtirk’s mouth twitched a bit, and he nudged Flurn. “Come on, buddy. Ya gotta tell him.”
Flurn nodded, leading Zim back to sit on his bed. There were a few minutes of awkward silence, during which Flurn tried and failed to speak several times.
“What is it, Flurn?” Zim asked, leaning his head against the taller Irken’s arm. “What do you need to tell Zim?”
Flurn sighed, scratching his chest. “Zim...I’m going to molt soon.”
Zim was quiet for a minute. “So? I...Zim does not care how much taller his lover grows than him.” His grip on Flurn’s hand tightened.
“I’m only a chek away from five marks, Zim,” Flurn said softly, laying his head on top of the other’s. “You’re only two and a half.”
“So?” Zim choked out, mentally berating the weakness he was showing.
“So you know what the law is, Zim. A Tall and a Small cannot be mates.” Flurn stopped speaking for a moment, pressing his eyes shut and breathing heavily. “If we don’t stop this before it’s too late, we’ll both be deactivated. I’m sorry,” he whispered, placing a kiss between Zim’s antennae and rising from the bed.
“Flurn...Flurn, wait,” Zim called as his lover walked towards the door. “Flurn!” The taller Irken continued, with only a momentary pause showing that he’d even heard Zim say anything. “Three and a half rounds, Flurn! Nearly four! You would just turn your back on everything we’ve been through? You won’t even fight for this?! For Zim?!” The scientist shrieked incoherently as his door closed.
In the hallway outside, Flurn leaned against the wall. Shtirk patted his shoulder consolingly, wrapped an arm around him, and began leading him away from the dormitories. “Zim...I’m so sorry…” Flurn whispered sadly, as he followed the other 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.
Short chapter is short. But we are now done with Earth! Into space we go! And we finally know who Flurn and Shtirk are. Awesomes. Because I’m so sure no one could figure that out before. Not like I had main characters selected from the drop-down menu or anything. >.> Of course not. That’s just silly-thoughts.
Reviewers get to come with me into outer space. We can drink space soda, and ride giant alien bunnies! The bunnies demand your nourishing reviews!
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