Invader Zim - Lost Chronicles of Doom! - Continuous Novel

Chapter Thirty-One - Reunited Again; Drama Begin

Soon Zim realized that he absolutely had a strong disliking for the interior of The Building, considering the sickening smells of puke, blood, perspiration, and something that made his head swirl just by the strong smell of it (and the smell was everywhere, even in a particularly crazy human's breath). "When will I meet the stinking Vortian I need?!" he complained, his words drowned out by a mushy-gooshy love song that made him sick. Why did the idiotic stereo think he needed to listen to something about waking up a person when it's all over? Well, the naive Irken soon found out.

There, slumped over on the table, was a familiar shade of shiny orange, the ends of her collar of her Chaps shirt sticking out. Beside her was a electric blue thing and a malfunctioning robot. Gir and Minimoose? They're actually alive?! he thought. He couldn't decide whether that was exciting and that he should be ecstatic or whether it was miraculous they survived and he should kill them before he's noticed. But part of him forced him to keep his Pak from taking out his Pak arms, equipped with lasers.

"Gir, are you sure we're at the right place? I mean, why in the world would Zim be here?" the girl asked hopelessly. She was half awake, unable to rest with all of the noise...and the horrible smells. "Nyah, nyah!" Minimoose replied for the robot, who was going insane on the dance floor, grabbing people by the face and throwing them around. "Well if your trackers say he's here, what if it's another person? What if... what if....?!" Sam couldn't concentrate enough to even speak with dazed people flying around her. Thanks, Gir! she managed to sarcastically think. "SAMSUNG!!!" Gir cried, flying next to her quickly, "I FOUND AN IRKEN!!!!!!!!" That certainly woke her up.

Zim ducked into the shadows, wondering frantically how on Irk Gir found out he was there. There was one thing clear, he needed to run. His small legs couldn't get him anywhere far, and for some reason his Pak was still paralyzed. He didn't get far before a figure sprouted up behind him and yanked back on his collar. The one small movement pulled him back with so much force he forgot to breathe. But it wasn't Gir or Minimoose, or even Sam. It was Silverfox.

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Tak's body shifted painfully, her face becoming opaque again, eyes being created from the fibers of the glass. The remaining glass morphed into her ocular implants, her eyes becoming shockingly clear and icy. She heard Dib gag as he shot out from her back as she regained her body. Soon she was back to normal, and Dib wasn't as scarred as he was before. Again, the voice tugged on her squeedlyspooch like a kind angel guides a mortal to a better life. "Dib..." she started. He didn't reply. Instead, he was staring at a giant, hovering aircraft: The Massive. And, the other weird thing, they were on Earth, six entire months away from Irk, from the Tallest's favorite ship route, and from the place Zim crashed... because of her.

"Dib," she said again. The human looked at her blankly. Tak sighed and took his hand, blushing at the thought she was doing this. Dib stared at her with big brown eyes, magnified by his glasses, as his face slowly heated up. "I thought you were Zim's girl." She bit her lip. "Part of me says to stay," the Irken said. "With you." The truth was, Dib was about to explode with joy. He finally got what he wanted: a girlfriend, at least a tiny social life, and now Zim was going to be so envious he'll be green...er.

"Okay," he uttered. Their bodies came closer together, their eyes closed, and...

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Another short chapter. I gotta stop this. Oh well. I just hate to keep you guys waiting because some people are impatient and take this book out of their libraries. So yeah. ZimAndGir out.