Invader Zim - Lost Chronicles of Doom! - Continuous Novel

Chapter Twelve - Giving Up Slaves

"NYAAAAH!!!" Zim screamed as a fireball flew through the window. The flame smashed into the television, making sparks fly. One hit Dib's shirt and it caught fire. Now they were both screaming. Boys, boys, don't be alarmed...it's only one sacrifice I'm looking for, Sam said mischievously. Zim stopped screaming and said, "Sacrifice? Take the Dib-monkey!" "HEY!" Dib yelled. "He should be the sacrifice, he's the alien!" "You just don't get it, do you?" a voice called from the kitchen. A powerful wave of water hit Dib's scorching shirt, sending him backwards into the wall.

A grey fox-humanoid creature stood in the doorway to the kitchen, holding a hose. In his hand he held a phone. "With one press of a button, I can make this place turn against you both. Now, she asks for a sacrifice, so give my Prime a sacrifice!" it said. "A Tyrant?!" Zim yelled in disbelief. "You know this guy?" Dib asked, getting up with a half-burnt shirt. Silence! Sam shouted, lightning striking all around the house. You will agree on an offering before the storm is over, or you'll face death in the form of your worst fear!

Zim shivered, hoping Dib wouldn't see. His worst fear was being captured by the smelly humans; he would be banished from the Irken empire if the armada decided not to come. And then again, his fear was to be captured alive, not dead. He still trembled. "What's the matter, Zim? Can't take just a little girl?" the human taunted. "Yeah, right! Zim fears nothing! The cold air from the storm is drifting in, that's all," he lied. "You are the one who's afraid, Dib-worm." The boy shrugged off his not-so cunning insult. He didn't mind being defeated by Zim when Sam was doing it. What was he thinking? He should care, he's going to destroy Earth! He'll be dead too, Dib remembered. The weight in his chest evaporated.

"Well? Who's it gonna be?" Silverfox asked impatiently, tapping his large foot on the ground. The two looked at each other, then they pointed to each other. The gray-furred Tyrant shook his head as he said, "An agreed sacrifice." Then, Gir rushed into the room with a biscuit as he screamed, "FIRE!! FIIIIIIRE!!!" He landed on Zim, smoking hot. The alien didn't seem to mind the heat. "Master! I was making biscuits and there was a fire and Mini-moose got burned up and my piggy did too and then I only saved ONE!" Gir said, trying to fit it all in ine sentence. "Gir! Use your words and slow down!" Zim commanded sharply. "MY BISCUIT!!" he screeched, holding up a thoroughly burnt biscuit. He face palmed himself. "And?"

"Oh and there's a fire and Mini-moose died."

Dib's eye twitched, his feeble human brain clearly traumatized. "Then I'll go in there, and--" Zim tried to say, but another round of thunder drowned out his words. He didn't realize he was holding on tightly to Gir after it was over, so he let go. "So then--" he tried, but the same thing happened. Choose now or forever perish! Sam warned. "Alright, fine! Dib," Zim said, "since this was your idea, you go." "WHAT?! You should go! You're the alien!" he protested. "Of course not! I'm normal!!" Zim squealed. Dib rolled his eyes, and then he came up with a brilliant idea. "What about Gir?"

Zim and Gir both stared at him for a long time. Enough! Zim, choose either you or Gir! she shouted angrily. "Well, Gir, of course," he replied without thinking. "Wait, no!" Zim tried, but it was too late. Gir was gone. "GIR!!"

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In a dark room, a girl sniffed in a corner. Tear stains were all over cheeks as she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was cold and metallic. "Why you sad?" it asked. She turned around sharply, anger replacing her pain. "Why would you care, Froptoe?!" she insulted, using an unpleasant Irkish word. The robot backed up as he saw her eyes turn completely black, wings sprouting from her spine, ripping her white dress. His antenna drooped in anxiety. "Muffin?" Gir asked nervously, holding up a lemon poppy seed muffin. She roared, dark magic coming out of her mouth and onto the muffin. It disappeared in a second, thick smoke surrounding his robot hand. "AAAARGH!!" he screamed, starting to run away.

"Oh no you don't, Irken!" the girl called, flying after him and pushing him to the ground. "No, please, I got children! See, here's Piggton!" Gir cried, holding up his stuffed animal pig. "I'm not going to hurt you," she said. The creature laughed evilly. "I'm going to make you better!" She slammed a hand into his head, pulling out circuit by circuit. Soon he was just a metal can with a body. She threw dark magic at him repeatedly until oil leaked from his metal skin. "Keni bertukar kepada berdarah!" she announced, clenching her fist. The oil changed to blood, and Gir's eyes turned red. "Stand, my creation," the girl ordered. Gir obeyed.

"You will not have the Irken name anymore, you'll be Gir Berdarah. Or, in English if you prefer," she said, looking at her claw-nails, "Bloody Gir." The robot saluted, not a single expression on his face. "Your task is simple," she continued indifferently, "Destroy Zim, Dib, Sam, and Silverfox. Now!"