What If They Meet Differently?

Chapter 1: Crash

It had been a long six months but Zim was finally reaching earth. His mind had gone numb thanks to Gir's "doom song". His ship floated above the earth, as his ship scanned for an area to land. Zim had by now gotten used to ignoring Gir when he says crazy and silly things. So naturally, he didn't pay attention when Gir started shrieking and screaming. He thought it was his normal screaming, not knowing it was a scream of panic as they were about to clip a building on there landing on the blanket. Zim was knocked to the side as the ship clipped the building. The ship spun out as Zim gripped the control panel "What the Irk!?! What is going on?!" He tried to get them stable but it was too late, they crashed

There was no one out at this hour. Most are either past out drunk, asleep, or too busy to be going outside. The streets were free for anyone, and only one person was on the streets. A tall boy with his black hair, with one long scythe piece blowing in the cold wind of early fall. He pulled on his large trench coat, his large round glasses hiding his eyes as he looked at a screen. He was so focused on his screen he didn't notice the object flying overhead. Only when he heard a scream, he looked up just as it flew over his head. It was a large pink ship with someone inside screaming as it went into the distance. His eye widened, this was his chance. No one would call the boy crazy anymore once he brought back what was CLEARLY an alien ship. Though he winced seeing it land into some trees in the far distance "If it's still alive..." He felt panic set in as he began running fast as he could toward the outskirts of town.

He enters the woods looking around for the ship, as he soon sees a soft pink and purple glow in the distance. He slowly walks to a clearing where the ship has snapped many trees down with its crash landing. The lights from the console glowed weekly. There was a robot scattered with his head in a tree, then his body and arm in a bush. He winced looking to it "Look like it hurts. Good thing it's a robot" Then he winced and began checking "It's not good if the alien is like that!" He looked to then see the alien in the bush. His green skin had blinded into the bush. He wouldn't have seen him if it wasn't for the bright pink uniform. He came overseeing a deep wound on its head, and one of its long antennas bent. He winced as bright neon pink blood spurted from its head, the alien was knocked out "What to do, what to do, what to do?!" He said looking around. It was still late at night so no one saw or cared what he did. He looked to the alien then carefully, picked him up. There was a glass shard from the ship in his arm, while his clothes torn up to piece. He sighed as he made his way back to his house, carrying the unconscious alien.