Invader Zim - Lost Chronicles of Doom! - Continuous Novel

Chapter Fifteen - The Awakening

Dib woke up to the unmistakable smell of waffles and soap. "Wha....?" he stammered, his head spinning as he sat up. "Shh, you'll wake Tak," a female voice said. "Where am I? Who are you?" Dib pressed. The room was filled with dim sunlight as he lifted his eyes more to see a strange creature with stars in her skin sitting next to a sleeping Tak. She stroked her hologram hair mischievously. "It would be such a shame if you...say...had this happen," she said, ignoring him as she pulled out a pocket knife and held it to her neck. "You admitted you liked her long ago." Dib blushed as he remembered his foolishness of not knowing she was actually Irken. Then the embarrassment was filled with rage. "Who are you?!" he yelled again, more firm this time.

"Some would call me Semitia. Others, just Sam."

Dib's heart sank to his stomach. "It's you," he croaked. "In the flesh," she replied, signaling to her starry skin. Her eyes glowed black, her skin deep midnight blue. She wore multiple rings as clothes, looking like tight yellow-and-white elastic around her body. "Or, in the correct form." It's beautiful, he thought, wanting to say it out loud, but he wasn't sure which side she was on. "What do you want?" Dib asked. Sam laughed, cutting it off with a sigh. "I want Zim. Any idea where he is?" she asked coolly, pressing the cold knife closer to Tak. "This imbecile clearly doesn't deserve him." This took Dib by surprise. He thought since he was in Zim's lab, or so he thought, Zim would be there, silently watching with eyes full of disgust.

"Actually, if you're really Sam, you'd know if I knew," he tested. "But it's so impolite to read others' minds," Sam joked, smirking. Her eyes turned slowly from black to baby blue as she read his mind, her index and middle finger on each hand touching her temple, as she concentrated. "Dotamen!" she spat in Irkish, an unpleasant word much like "retard", which was a really unnecessary slur. (Seriously though, it is...) "Why don't you know?!" Dib put his hands up innocently. "How am I supposed to know? I was literally unconscious for most of it!" he protested. "Grrr...!" Sam growled angrily. "You, stay here. And don't even try of thinking to wake Tak up, and if you do, I swear you'll regret it. Either she'll destroy you, or she'll destroy herself!" Dib nodded obediently.

Sam, or Semitia as she called herself, lifted her arms in a large circle, wings made of galaxies appearing suddenly. "There's waffles in the kitchen. They might have soap in them, though." She laughed weakly. "That little robot..." The creature Dib once knew as human lifted off into the sky, searching for Zim. "Wait...did Gir go to her planet?" Dib asked himself.

It was too confusing; with his head still spinning he staggered into the kitchen and took a waffle. If Gir made those waffles, would it mean that monster of a robot wasn't entirely changed? Did it mean he never changed and there was a clone? What if Gir was dead? Dib shook his head, causing it to throb uncomfortably. why should he care about some alien's robot dog? He shouldn't. He won't.

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"Mm hmmm..." Zim mumbled to himself, studying how ants reply to fire. Since his base was so far away (and since there was some strange activity going on...) he decided studying at the school like a normal worm baby. Why is it that the one time I seriously need my lair it's not available?! he thought angrily. Well, at least he wasn't being stared at. He was normal despite all of Dib's pitiful attempts to expose him. Even he, the most persistent human being he had met, could just as easily believe he was human--he just needed a little push in the wrong direction.

An ant crawled up Zim's arm and bit his shoulder and he flicked it away. Scratching his shoulder, he continued to study them. "Well, I suppose Zim could get revenge," he decided. He took his thumb and squashed a red ant under his glove, laughing evilly. "Victory for Zim!" he shouted triumphantly. It was false triumph, but it was better than failure. He scratched his shoulder again as he saw more ants creeping towards him quickly. "Oh, you will perish if you lay a...claw thingy......thing...on Zim!" he yelled at them. They didn't listen and the crawled closer menacingly. "Kembali ke rumah anda!" a familiar voice said from the sky. A brilliant ray of sunlight came out like a laser and made the ants turn around, heading back to their home.

"Eh?" Zim grumbled as he turned around. In the sky there was a Galaxianite, a female by the looks of it. His shock was replaced with humility and anger. He had to be saved from ants--ants! Little, tiny insects that were no bigger than his veins! "Zim didn't need any help, Galaxianite!" the Irken spat. His shoulder suddenly burned as if ir were on fire and he grabbed at it. He made a mental note not to get on the bad side of the smelly ant creatures.

"Aren't you glad that I mustered the will to help you out?" it asked. "Pfft, Irkens, so ungrateful..." Zim thought he would faint, or throw a giant rock at the Galaxianite. How did she know? Was his disguise really that horrible? Of course not! I look just like every other Earth smelly here, he thought. "Oh, I don't think so," it said, as if it read his mind. Zim said a very rude word in Irkish at it, stomping his foot. "Please, please, language, my dear friend."

"I am not even close to your companion! Remember the war of Irk and Galaxia?!" he protested. "Yes, but perhaps if you saw...this," it said, changing into a human, "You'd think otherwise." The human had long, orange hair and beautiful eyes. His squeegly spooch lurched as he remembered him and Tak and it screamed, "Forget Tak, go to her!" Zim, however, didn't want anything to do with any of them. "Jeez, Zim, you'd think you've hit puberty," Sam said, her British accent returning. "Which Irkens, as I recall, don't get until they're five hundred two." Zim narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"What are you really here for?"

Sam laughed. "I'm here for you, dummy!" she said, coming closer with open arms. Zim stepped back; he had no idea what she was doing whatsoever. "Relax, scaredy cat," she snapped, "It's just a hug." She changed back to her normal form and flew at full speed toward Zim, embracing him tightly. "Get off me!" he squealed, struggling. "Ah, ah, ah. I didn't say Simon says." She pulled him in for a kiss. Something hard hit her in the head and she stumbled down

Zim spit on the ground next to her head angrily. "Don't try to mess with the greatest invader of all time, Sam Galaxianite!" he warned, sticking his Pak arm back into his Pak. The thing really came in handy in times like these. It had so many powers: Extra limbs, lasers, microphones, rocket launchers for space missions...not to mention the fact that it kept him alive. Sam looked up at him smugly. "Don't flatter yourself. You know I'll find you--there are only two Irkens on this planet," she said. Zim frowned at her and kicked her ugly face.

"Next time if you try, I swear to my Tallest I will destroy you to your very last cell!"

He walked away, fists clenched and eyes narrowed. "Oh, well, fun while it lasted," she said, shape-shifting back to human. "At least I got the real mission done." Zim didn't know one thing and it was that she drained some of his power. Soon he'll be defenseless against her, soon he'll be just like Gir. Improved. Better. In her complete control.

"The Irken race will soon fall...just because of two traitors..."