Invader Roz: An IZ Sequal

A New Nightmare Begins (p-2)

"Eh?"

All excitement stopped. The cheering stopped, the fireworks stopped, and the rising platform lowered. The Tallest Zim looked down into the crowd.

"Who dares interupt MY amazing leaving."

"You forgot me!"

The young Irken stepped harshly on another Irken causing their head to swell. The injured Irken flailed their tiny arms as the young Irken climbed above them up to the stage.

"My Tallest! My Tallest! I was supposed to get my assigning too!"

There was a long pause. Everyone stared in silence.

"Who is this puny Irken smeet child?" Zim questioned.

The young Irken stood on the stage and saluted. "Invader Roz ready for assigning sir!"

The whole hall stood silent again. And then the whole planet erupted in laughter.

"Ahahaha! ohoho! This has to be a joke! Ahahahah!"

"It's not a joke sir. I submitted my application. Here's a copy."

The "application paper copy" had the words 'I want to be an invader accept my proposal' written on it in Irken lettering. Under it was Roz's signature and a crude drawing of Roz with the word 'me' also written in Irken lettering. Roz shoved the "aplication copy" in Zim's face.

"See. I made multiple copies. And I sent them in everyday for a year. You must have forgot."

The crowd arrupted with more laughter. The only Irken not laughing was Roz. Zim was on the floor crying with laughter. Red and Purple choked on their laughter and on their snack bites.

"Is this kid for real?" Howled Purple.

Red added "This is the funniest thing I've ever heard in years!"

Other voices in the crowd were heard. "This ones defective for sure." "How did it get out of the military training area?" "Are we gonna have another bunch of 'Zim situations' because of this?" This last response prompted another ceiling hole and more screaming.

Roz didn't hear any of it. She was only focused on what she believed was the truth.

"It's a funny mishap I know. I'm ready for my mission now."

Roz stood confident as if there was nobody making fun of her accusations.

"Listen young smeet." Invader Gunk walked in whiping away tears of laughter. They put their hand on Roz's shoilder. "There is a big process involved in being an invader. You have to go through intense grueling training. Not applications. You can't do it yet."

Roz shoved Gunk's hand off of her shoulder. "I can do what I want!" Laughter continued to erupt across the hall. Roz continued to ignore.

"And I'm not a smeet I'm well over that."

"You should show some respect." Stated Gunk.

"Why should I show you respect I don't even know you!"

"Tsk...Rude."

"I'm not the one intruding in other Irken's business."

An invader-to-be from the sidelines spoke up. "Hey kid do you know who you're talking too?"

"No. I just said I don't even know who this 'Gunk' is. They must not be that great."

The laughter got louder.

"Why you disgusting little twit." Gunk became embarased and irritated.

"The tallest must have made a mistake making you an Invader! That role should have gone to me! At least I'm not some stuck up almighty fake poster for the empire! The Tallest clearly made a stupid mistake! It's a shame. It makes him look stupid too!"