Invader Zim Oneshots (requests open)

Love Bug AU Zim x Tall Male Alien Reader

[So, the reader will be the same species as before in the other alien reader thing. I love doing this type of shit so yeah!]

Fluff, requested by FrindtheShapeshifter

He made what the reader is supposed to look like in his book. Go check it out, it looks really cool.

Reader felt himself falling further and further towards the Earth. He could feel each of his four arms weakly grabbing and grasping at whatever he could in an effort to be stable, but all he coould grab at was cold air that went through the gaps in his fingers as he missed the safety rails over and over in a panic. It all stopped his ship become engulfed in flames due to the velocity of entering the atmosphere of some unknown planet. All he could do was cry and beg to something that wouldn't listen for him to stop falling, just as Earth in all of its big, blue glory came into view. In a fleeting moment of admiration, he let out a smile. But it faded when he remembered where he was, what was happening. He saw the glass of his ship chip and char, blackening under the near-white flames that engulfed the ship. This was it. He was going to die, and all he could do was accept his fate.

In the tumbling and turning of his panic, he was shoved in his chair. He dropped into it and fumbled for a safety belt before locking it and grasping his chair. He tried to close his eyes, prepare for impact. But he only watched as the blue and green planet grew in his vision, as tears welled in his eyes as he let fate happen. First, he felt resilience. Then, it was fear. Now, it's acceptance. He won't live, especiall with green soon making up his vision.

When he woke up, the first thing he felt was an ear-splitting headache. It felt like he'd been stabbed in the head, and he even considered the possibiblity when he reached his hand up and felt blood trickling down his temples. His hand shookmin front of his face, unable to grapple with the weight of it all. He wished he'd have died rather than be stuck on a planet he was completely unable to leave, never being able to see or hear from any of the people he once knew. He was stuck. He was trapped. No less in a place that was completely alien to him. H efelt pathetic, inadequate, and completely alone.

So, he cried. He curled up and he cried, then and there, hugging his body close to himself in an effort to make himself smaller despite his massive height. He was hiding, maybe, from the possibility that he was a complete failure.  Or, maybe, because he had so little energy that this was the best he could do.

He felt tired. It was dark as ebony and felt like pitch. The night on this planet weighed heavy on his shoulders, especially since his species had a circadian rhythm; coincidentally, similar to humans' own rhythm. He fell asleep again, only waking up when he heard noises all around him. It sounded like small screams and caws. It was scary, even for a man of his tall stature. Things were intimidating, unknown to him.

He decided to assess the damage of the ship, only coming up with charred pieces and still somewhat-smoldering. It was no use. He was stranded forever. So, Reader decided to pick himself up and walk through the forest he was somehow in. He held his arms tight around himself, flinching at each noise. Gods, he was pathetic. As he walked, he checked his watch, hoping the small piece of tech worked still. It did, by some miracle. He searches for a disguise, a way to fit in with the lifeforms on this planet so he could at least have some way to find help. Maybe these aliens are intelligent.

So, he scrolls on the watch that plates his arm and looks for a suitable disguise. He finds one that matches his body proportions enough and shifts to that one, embodying the characteristics both internally and externally as a way to fit in better. This body felt weird. The flesh was dense yet thin. He felt the organs, reaching to his chest only to feel some shpe writhing inside of him like something atw through him and was clawing out. he removed his hand, looking down at the flesh he inhabited. The particular color wasn't common to his people, neither was the hue. But he looked through all human possibilities of 'human' skin and found that none would make it on his planet.