Invader Zim - Lost Chronicles of Doom! - Continuous Novel

Chapter Thirty-Two - Who on Irk...?!

It was magical. No, of course there wasn't glitter and mist everywhere, no glowing eyes or metamorphosis. It was as if Dib's eyes had finally been opened, like a translucent sheet was torn away from his senses. It was so oxygen deprived, however, and the boy couldn't help but to back up. "That was..." he stuttered, unable to put the beauty of it all. Tak gave a half-hearted smile as she wondered if she was doing the right thing. Her heart was torn between Zim and Dib, and it was impossible to choose; they were so much alike. "I'm glad you thought so," she said, putting her gloved hand on his shoulder.

"If Zim or Gaz found out..." He sighed. He had a problem of either talking too much, or too little. "Don't worry about it," Tak grunted. She got out a small, blue laser that looked dangerous, though petite. That took him by surprise. "Wait, will you seriously shoot them?!" There was a cold silence in reply. Oh my word, he thought, I fell in love with a homicidal maniac. He didn't know why, but the name "Johnny" popped in his head, followed by "Ny". Dib shook his head vigorously to clear it. I think my first kiss has made me insane.

"Well, we should head back to the city... wherever it is," Tak decided as she scanned the clearing. They were standing in a field, apparently, with grass spread out as far as the eye could see. "This may take a while."

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Growling erupted inside of Zim's antennae, the pupils of his gray foe contracted all the way into little slits. A shiver passed through his alien spine. "Wh-what do you want?!" he stammered. The fangs of Silverfox glittered brightly in the red light of the Building. "I can't believe you," the Tyrant snarled as he smashed Zim's back into the wall, cracking his Pak. The Irken screeched with wretched pain, his entire body twitching uncontrollably. "You thought you could get away?! My dear, dear enemy, you broke my Prime's heart!" Silverfox accused. "I didn't mean to, I--" "SILENCE!" The Irken decided it was best to obey, but it annoyed him that this idiot took his phrase.

"You broke her heart, so now I shall break yours," he threatened. Before he could say anything, the Tyrant flung his frail, green body onto the bar table where a red-headed man and a guy with short hair and glasses were discussing something about a giant hamster. Peepi, he thought, remembering his giant pet-monster-filth-thing. They stared at him as if he was a ghost.

Then Silverfox grabbed Zim forcefully by the collar and crushed--literally, crushed--his Pak into a million pieces, setting him down on the ground at the red-head's chair. "Erm..." the man said. He looked at his can of Bud Light, then back at Zim, who was screaming and rolling on the ground in panic. "Her-her-her," the man with black hair laughed oddly. "Jhonen, it's Zimster!" What the shoompew?! Zim thought in the midst of his adrenaline rush. Okay, whoever made me have the urge to love Sam is definitely behind this. Idiotic force.

Silverfox leapt onto the pipes above them and stealthily ran away without a sound. "Eric, his Pak is missing," the red-head (or Jhonen, as this Eric insisted) said, a little bit of concern in his voice. "So?" Eric replied. He took a drink of his Bud Weiser. "So, we can't have him die! That'll make the comic sales so down a lot." The other man rolled his eyes. "Then draw his Pak." Zim was utterly confused at this point, his eyes darting from Eric to Jhonen. Who the shoompew where these strange humans?! Jhonen got out a paper and drew a perfect, round Pak and handed it to Zim awkwardly. Of course, all three of them felt awkward.

Zim ripped the sheet of paper out of his hand and suddenly it became real and attached to his back. His senses became sharper, his vision clearer, and he frowned at the men. "How did you...?" Jhonen laughed hysterically and soon Eric followed. Their cans were empty, along with three others. Zim just backed up. Strange people...

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Yay the end. I know it got really weird and crazy when Zim met Jhonen Vasquez and Eric Trueheart, but whatever. This is what you get during a writer's block. So yeah. The end. THE END!!!