Invader Roz: An IZ Sequal

Spooky Haunted House of Doom (p-1)

"Baricade the doors Dum! Don't let them in!"

Roz cowered behind the base's TV. Wielding a titanium lazer racket, the young irken was prepared to take down an army of zeet devouring apes.

"Are they still there?" She shouted and shaked.

"Noooo? Wait! Why they going away? COME BACK!" Dum cried out the window in their poorly sown pig onesie disguise.

"Oh thank the almighty tallest." Roz stepped out feom behind the TV and peered to the street from the window view. It was littered with crusty bat decorations and gutted pumpkins. Candy wrappers littereed the sewer waters on the cold, musty, streets.

"Now that the beasts are gone I can get back to my-"

A pounding knock shook the base. An obnoxious tone hollered from the outside.

"Trick or treat!"

Roz stopped, grabbed her disguise parts, dropped the racket and armed herself with a one-hit ray gun, and lifted the base door.

The there was no one outside. No one with a bag to take possession of values. No one in frighning clown makeup. No scientists coming to collect. Just the wind, and the crunch of crusty leaves.

Roz side-stepped onto the "WECOME" mat, gun in quivering hands. She shook at every millisecond, yet still staying focussed enough to keep one large eye kept pinned at the door.

The green alien heard a rustling noise behind her, reacting a turn around.

Nothing.

She turned back to a short kid in a blush pink sheet, holding a jackolantern bucket of little to no candy. No one moved; expressions still.

"Boo!"

"GUAAAAH!"

The Irken fell backwards onto the misspelled mat.

The sheet snorted at Roz's fright. The obnoxious nose laughter, combined with her still present fear, forced Roz to fire the one-hit gun in the sheet's general direction. The ghostly looking child ducked, sheet trailing after in the air.

The lazer hit a lamp post far away, causing it to break and fall on a unicorn costumed child. Their Everest amount of candy spilled to the streets in a rainbow flurry. Children flew like vultures to the spilled goods.

Roz and the ghost jumped up and turned twoards the mess, and then to eachother. Roz ran back into the base in a flurry, the door slamming down behind her.

Away from the chaos, she slid down the doors back and sat on the floor, whipping her green, non existent, brow.

"Scared of ghosts, space freak?"

"AAH!"

The blanketed figure stood not quite tall behind her.

"How did you get in here!"

"I'm fast and I know how your security system works."

"You what?" The little alien was shaking. "Tell me, Roz, who you are right now!"

"Ohohohohoho..." The figure loomed over the Irken as Roz crawled her way to the wall with her pak legs. Roz stood to face the approaching pink ghoul who continued to "ohoho" menacingly.

Face to face, the ghost was even shorter. Whoever it was, they were clearly shorter than Roz. And yet they still felt like a dark, freaky, looming threat.

Glowing neon green-blue eyes stared into Roz's soul. The voice, evil and giddy.

"I'm your worst nightmare." The figure shouted "Boo" and pulled back their hood. Roz screamed incredibly high, but then she realized it was just Mary.