Hey sorry guys it's been a busy week so I didn't have time to work on the "special chapter" so I'm just gonna make that the next chapter... or the next one. I dunno. But, nonetheless, enjoy this chapter! (I have no idea what nonetheless means I just like that word.)
Zim couldn't believe his eyes. At first he thought he was seeing things, just a hallucination or a trick of the light. But no, once he saw Dib and Tak draw closer to one another in anxiety, he knew they saw it too. It was a small ship, at least nine hundred square feet, but the wicked urban looks of it brought fear into the squeedlyspooches of whoever knew what that meant... Foodcourtia.
The hatch opened and out stepped a squat, tall Frylord. Sizz-Lor. Then a shorter Irken came out beside him and looked around with piercing green eyes as his lab coat flittered in the wind. Looks like Sizz-Lor found Scientist Lian.
Zim forced his body not to zoom away at top speed--that would cause lots of pain--when they moved toward him, pushing away the two terrified love birds. "Invader Shim! You fool! You can never hide forever!" Lian yelled. Sizz-Lor, right beside him, looked like he was itching to punch Zim's face into a little twisted knot. Zim forced his PAK arms into action and he lifted himself up sluggishly. For just falling from about two thousand miles high and living, he'd rather take a unsteady PAK than a broken one any day.
He practically flew across the plains, the ends of the spider-like arms digging into the hard earth. Sizz-Lor and Lian followed him, riding on large hovering platforms and quickly catching up. Zim stumbled and hit the ground hard. The two Irkens surrounded him as he tried to squirm away weakly. He could already imagine what the future held: lab tests, humiliation, taking orders, and, worse, the Foodening. Sizz-Lor laughed and said, "Not so smug anymore, are you Zim? I said I'd return. Now, time to get back to work!" That made Lian frown. "Waitaminute, Shizz-Lor, he needs to come to my lab for our Tallest," he protested. "Zim was banished," replied the Frylord, "And that task was assigned before yours, so... you know what, let's just capture him and get on with it." They both agreed and took Zim captive, speeding off into the realms of space.
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Macabre high-threed Redcoast, leaping in the air happily. "I can't believe he fell for that! Didn't he know that the all-new Roman Teleport works only if threatened?" he asked, rubbing the large shield proudly. "All I know is that another nuisance is away from Sam," the Tyrant replied. A pang of guilt struck him as he remembered what they did to Zim in the past. Sure, they needed to help out Silverfox by keeping a no-good Irken from falling into her arms and, sure, Redcoast needed to protect his Prime, Dib, from Zim, but....but....okay, so nobody regretted anything. But why did the Tyrant still feel bad, as though everything was his fault? Macabre strode over to Minimoose and patted him on his head.
Silverfox dropped down with Sam in his arms, her arm dangling lazily. She was fast asleep. "My Prime is safe, thanks to you. Please accept my gifts," he said, handing them each a large gold piece. Macabre smiled hungrily while Redcoast merely groaned. "Seriously, son," the Tyrant complained, "Only one gold piece? I have millions at home." Silverfox almost snapped something horribly rude back, but Gir flew up to them with his rocket feet. "HIII!" he screamed. "HOW YOOOUUUU DOIN'?!" Macabre almost replied, and if it wasn't for Redcoast covering his zipper-toothed mouth, he would've started a five hour long conversation. "We simply must go," Redcoast said, slightly annoyed. Silverfox growled in reply and their group, Sam, Silverfox, Gir, and Minimoose, left before the other two.
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Okay short chapter, I know. Just got bored. Sorry. By the way, in case you're confuzzled, Gir and Minimoose joined Sam's team again. This book is so much more clear in my head.

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