Invader Zim - Lost Chronicles of Doom! - Continuous Novel

Chapter Eleven - Where in the Universe...?!

Sorry about this interruption, but I just want to thank all the 97 viewers. I know it's not a lot, in comparison to other books, but I only expected, like, three to four views. This is, after all, my first book since I kind of deleted a preview I had made due to low views. Thanks again! -ZimAndGir

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"What did you do?!" Dib screamed, running closer to Zim. He forgot his knife at home, and it was the only thing keeping him from stabbing the alien in the chest. "Nothing, smelly human. I just, uh, kind of blew up my lair, had the reboot set to maximum, and rid my house of the Earth child," he replied casually. The human boy gave him a confused look. "Your base is fi--HEYYYY, are you trying to distract me?!" he yelled. "Stupid Dib, of course I am, considering I have no idea what you're talking about." Dib's eyes were flaming with rage now.

   "Zim, I know you did something! She was speaking another language, just like the one you speak!"

   This caught the Irken by surprise. "An Irken? Here? Impossible--completely impossible! You and your big head are imaging things," he said, waving his two-fingered hand as if to dismiss the conversation. "She must've been speaking one of your pathetic HYOO-man languages!" Dib shook his head. "I don't think so, Zim. I didn't recognize it, and I know over thirty languages." "Oh well," the invader replied as he pushed Dib out of the way. He turned the knob to his door just before the human boy launched into the air and tackled him. He held a camera in his hand as he pulled on his wig, taunting him.

   "Dib, what are you--?!" Zim tried to say, but Dib ripped his wig off and looked at his eyes mischievously. "No, NO!!" he screamed, closing his eyes tightly. I'll have to breathe sometime...! How did this plan go so wrong?! he thought. He could feel the camera creeping closer, he could see his eye lenses coming off, he could hear the laughter as Dib tapped on his test tube, high-pitched, annoying vibrations hitting his antennae. No, he thought, not today, not ever! The Dib can try, but he will fail. He will fail like a worm!

   Without thinking, he opened his eyes, gasping. His squeegly spooch burned for air. "Aaargh!" Zim squealed as Dib forcefully pulled out his eye lenses. There the Irken was, uncovered, on the ground. His red eyes were clouded with worry, his antennae high in fear. Dib put a finger on the button which would take the picture, but he didn't take it. He was up to something. "What do you want?!" he screamed, blushing. He was embarrassed because he was at the mercy of a smelly human! Great Invader Zim, taken down by his weakling mortal enemy! ...Or so he thought.

   "You're going to help bring Sam back, or this picture will be sent to a respected paranormal investigator, and your little days of hiding will be over, Zim! So what's your choice?" Dib asked, pressing a little harder on the button. "Never! Zim shall not help a foolish human!" he spat. "It's your funeral," the boy replied as he took the picture. He took more and more--he wouldn't send them, of course, but he would act like it until Zim agreed. Maybe later he would.

   "Ahhh! You're blinding Zim!!" he said again, closing his eyes. He opened them seconds later. "Shouldn't have come to Earth, Zim! Over the years us humans will adapt, grow smarter. Then they'll be smart enough to figure out your alien ways and put an end to them once and for all!" Dib remarked arrogantly. "Impossible! You have no proof!" the alien replied. "That's the best you can come up with?" He snapped another picture, but this time the flash came on extremely bright. "AAAH!" Zim yelled. "Fine, fine! But you can't possibly think I'd have anything to track her with, can you? Zim isn't obsessed over her like you, Dib."

   The boy blushed, his face turning hot pink. "I am not obsessed! It's just I think about her every hour," he retorted. Then he realized what he said. "Wait, I mean, uh... let's just go to your lab." Zim smirked as he said, "But of course. You first." Dib shook his head. "I'm not falling for one of your little tricks, Zim."