Invader Zim 》Not Just a Defect 《

Ch.1

Just like I did with my Rick and Morty story, I won't be doing Povs.

It's been several weeks now, maybe a month, after the incident with the Florpus Hole. 

Everything was getting back to normal, with school still going on and whatnot. 

Dib was seated at his desk, looking out the window in boredom. 

Dib was wearing a blue T-shirt with a lighter blue ghost on it, black jeans, red boots, and his signature black trench coat. He had short black hair with a scythe shaped ahoge on the top of his head. He also wore a pair of glasses. 

It was a sunny day outside. 

"DIB!" Yelled Miss. Bitters, appearing in a flash of lighting beside his desk. The sunny day had turned into a dark, heavy rainstorm outside. 

"WHAA-!?" screamed Dib, startled. 

"I told you to PAY attention TEN TIMES ALREADY!" She hissed angrily. 

"Sorry Miss. Bitters. It won't happen again" said Dib, looking down at his desk in fear, sweating nervously. 

"You always say that, but you never do. You hear that children! No matter what, you will always break a promise you make, so don't even bother making one in the first place. No one cares about you anyway" she said, turning to the rest of the class and addressing them. 

She slunk away and sat back down at her desk, hissing like a snake. 

Dib looked outside and sigh. 

He hadn't even brought an umbrella today because he didn't think there would suddenly be a heavy rainstorm today. 

He decided to think of something else. 

He turned and looked over at the other side of the room, glaring at the kid sitting at the desk closest to the door. 

Zim. 

Zim wasn't even a human at all!

He was an alien, an Irken Invader sent by his leaders to take over Earth for the Irken Empire. On his back, he had a metal PAK with three red spots on it. The PAK was his life force, his brain. It carried all of his memories and was also able to provide him with the nutrients he needed. If his PAK were to ever be separated from him, he would only have ten minutes to retrieve it before he died. He also had several tools and weapons stored in his pack, such as four spider-like mechanical legs, an organ harvester, scanner pads, handheld communicators, a memory cell, a charging cell, an atmospheric processor, high tech infrared/night vision binoculars, holographic transmitters, four rocket boosters, and a biochemical rebreather mask. 

On a normal basis, he would be wearing a red and dark pink striped, long sleeve shirt and pair of black gloves. He would also be wearing a pair of black pants and a pair of black boots. He had two black antenna on his head, ruby red eyes, and his skin was green. 

At the moment, Zim was in his human disguise. 

Nothing really changed, except for the fact that he was wearing a pair of contact lenses, the retinas purple, and a black wig. The contacts to cover his ruby red eyes and the wig to cover his antennas. 

Zim was trying to read the textbook Miss. Bitters had handed out.

Dib looked back down at his textbook, shaking his head. 

Whatever.

He defeated Zim, and who knows what happened to his leaders. For all he knew, they were dead. 

Maybe. 

Hopefully they got sucked into that Florpus Hole and died a horrible death.

Over with Zim