Invader Zim - Lost Chronicles of Doom! - Continuous Novel

Chapter Twenty-Five - M plus R Equals Homicide

Okay, so, um.... I have an announcement to make! It might make you guys sad (if you even like this story) but I shall inform you anyway! Here I go: I'm not gonna be updating this book every day now. More likely than not, I'll be updating around one/twice/thrice every week. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, and enjoy this chapter!

"I mean, how could you?!" a voice yelled at Dib. "Look, I know this seems bad, but what was I supposed to do? Skooge, Zim chose to die. He could've just let his leaders get captured instead of himself, but he didn't do that!" he protested, lifting his arms in anger. "With all due respect, sir, Zim was my friend!" Dib almost laughed as he heard that. Zim had no friends! He never did, nor will he ever. Little did he know the future.

"Who's my little Prime homo sapien?" Redcoast gushed, suddenly behind him. "You are! YOU A--" "Don't speak to me like that." The alien narrowed his eyes. "Fine then, I won't tell you my secret!" he said, crossing his arms. "Secret? What secret?" Dib asked sternly. Redcoast didn't answer and stomped back in their cave. Rolling his eyes, he followed to creature into the shelter that dripped with green, thick liquid. "Redcoast, come on!" The Tyrant turned his back on the human, in a fit. "Redcoast. Tell me!" he ordered. "No."

"Tell meee!"

"No."

"If you don't, I might have to accidentally drink this green stuff...you wouldn't want that, would you?" Dib threatened, getting some of it on his hand. Redcoast's ear stuck straight up. "You wouldn't...!" he said, turning to the boy. "Oh, but I would!" he replied, putting his hand closer to his mouth. The Tyrant frowned and tackled him just before he was about to dump the liquid in his mouth. Or...maybe just the floor... "Fine, fine! I killed Zim for good!" "You what?!" Dib exclaimed. "Redcoast, that's--" the alien interrupted as he wailed, "I know, it's horrible! But I just couldn't stand the way he was treating me! Me! Royalty! The most respected Tyrant in Tyranne!" Dib gave him an indifferent look. "I was gonna say that's cool," he said. "Oh."

Rolling his eyes, Dib walked out of the cave and kept arguing with Skooge. "Phew. Nice plan, Mack," the alien said, looking deeper in the cave. Purple eyes shone from the shadows. "It's safe?" Mack asked. "Safe," he replied, leaning back on a rock, his thick fur that covered half his face flipping to his forehead. It revealed a swollen shut eye that needed care soon. "How'd you get that?" the purple-eyed Irken asked, pointing to his face. "Oh, you know, it's just an old scar. It's from a war before the treaty with your people." Mack nodded."I see. Was Gris in it?" he asked. "Don't know what you are talking about, but I do remember a young red-eyed, red-hot Irken flying the bioship..." Redcoast said, his eyes clouding as he imagines the beautiful Irken pilot. Of course, half of her face was covered in formal pilot clothing, but still. If anything, it proved that Gris was fifty percent more pretty than what he saw.

"You mean you like her?!" Mack asked, his voice rising. "Oh, is she your's? You're a lucky guy." The Irken blushed as he said, "She's my fifteenth cousin!" Redcoast's eye went wide and he fell off the rock, his head hitting the ground. He got up and rubbed it. "What do you mean fifteenth cousin?" "You know, Irkens have small similarities in their DNA, thus making some family relationships possible. It's rare, though." The Tyrant laughed. "Dude, I have literally no idea what you're saying, but okay." Mack face palmed himself and walked back to his secret tunnel in the back of the cave. "I'll be back, Red! ...coast!" he shouted as he slid down the tunnels lined with red, thin liquid much like water on Earth. The Tyrant shrugged and let him go without a second thought.

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"And where have you been, Macabre?" Gris asked sternly, tapping her foot. "Oh, you know," the elite said, "Off doing my training." Tak shook her head slightly at him from behind the pilot. Macabre frowned at her. "Excuse us," he said, taking her arm and pulling her to the purple-eyed elite's room. "What?" "You know what!" she snapped. "No, I don't!"

"Mack?! Seriously?!"

"I'm sorry, but how do you know... my nickname that Red gave me?"

"Red?! Why do you have assigned names?! Did you give them to each other?!"

"Of course not! You know Red! Our Tallest!"

Tak just squinted at him angrily, on her tip-toes so she could see him eye-to-eye even though she wasn't short. "This is a waste of my time," he said, leaving. The female Irken caught his arm before he could leave and pulled him back. "It is not our Tallest. It's the Tyrant, you idiot!" Macabre--Mack--frowned and tugged on her tubing hard, breaking it. "Sorry, babe!" he yelled, running out the door and back into the city, hiding in plain sight. "AAAAH!!" she screamed, panicked, as she saw the yellow blood squirting everywhere. "Gris!!" She grabbed some pliers and tried to reattach the tube, but the blood was going so fast it squirted away. Her legs felt shaky and her arms were twitchy. She fell to the floor, unconscious and bleeding and dying.

She found the murderers. The homicidal freaks. But she won't live to tell anyone. She is doomed.

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ATTENTION! To all human readers reading this paragraph right now, pay close attention! A new creation has appeared! Chapters 1-3 of the all new chronicle DIB-vergent is here! In this thrilling tale of where Invader Zim meets Divergent, who know what will become of the main character: Dib! Also, keep a look out for other Invader Zim Meets ____ books coming soon! Thank you! -zimandgir