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gir, uh ... thanks ...
“aww, you look sad,” gir observes; lightly, but there’s still an ATTEMPT at sympathy for — what was his name again? smoog? smudge? schmook? there isn’t enough CAPACITY for thought to allow gir to muse long enough to properly remember the invader’s name, as his attention has already gone to the food DRIPPING from his hands. then, to an idea — involving sgloog! a rare instance of connecting thoughts !!
“here, you can have my nachos !!” he offers them cheerfully ( and loudly ), holding them out to the irken — although, it’s more cheese than nacho. in fact, it’s basically a GLOB of cheese in gir’s bare hands with some chips sticking out.
jeez, is it really so obvious that a busted sir unit can tell? at least zim will never pick up on how he’s feeling. skoodge may not be quite as disgusted by gir’s antics as the robot’s invader counterpart, but ... he’s still a pretty gross machine. fortunately ( unfortunately? ) skoodge is too much of a pushover to say as much, & he awkwardly accepts the so called nachos. he’s never been so grateful for the gloves that come with his uniform.
❝ thank you, gir. ❞ everyone seems to forget his name, but how could he forget anything about such a quirky robot? skoodge forlornly eats one of the soggy chips & hopes he doesn’t die or something because of it ... actually, scratch that thought, because he doesn’t care either way. now, knowing zim’s sir unit ... ❝ are you sure you don’t want them back? ❞
sir unit, tak’s.
Hmph. She honestly thought the first question was because he knew she was lost.
“̀..͟.Ca̕n't̡-̛f͞i͜n͝d-Ta͞k.” It wasn’t like she wanted to be here by herself, but life happened. "Wh͘y̵ ąr̀e you h̕e̷r̶e ̛by yo͠ur̷s̀e͡l̡f?͞" After all, if a SIR Unit wasn’t supposed to be without an Irken, then an Irken wasn’t supposed to be without a Unit, right?
so, she really is lost ... skoodge simply hadn’t wanted to assume so much without asking first. her question seems to depress him for a moment, if only because the implications of it are so obvious. ❝ i don’t have a sir unit. ❞ the tallests sent him off to die, plain & simple. why would they bother sending a unit along with him? ( he’d managed to conquer blorch on his own, but it’s still kind of a sore spot for him. )
skoodge shakes his head slightly, refocusing on the problem at hand like any good irken would. ❝ want me to help you find her? ❞ it’s not like he has anything better to do.
???, tourist.
“Most certainly not! I’m just here to check things out and whatnot. It’s been centuries since I last visited this place.”
And now, Astra had her own inquiry. “If you don’t mind me asking, what is an Irken such as yourself doing on Earth? Are you here to conquer this planet?”
ah, that’s good. she’s nothing to worry about, then. ❝ no ... i’ve already conquered my assigned planet. ❞ traditionally, he’d be assigned another, but the tallests hadn’t exactly been thrilled about how short he is ... so he’d been launched into space. ( he decides not to bring this up. ) ❝ i just came here to visit someone. ❞
???, alternian.
“Wha-? Aye, Me? Alternia, but…it wass desstroyed by a meteor. I left there when I wass younger, and I’m much more happier on Earth now.” lightly shrugging, tongue flicking out idly at the air. “I’m ussed to bein’ assked that, sso I don’t mind ansswering.”
yes, her. who else? ❝ i see ... ❞ irkens typically don’t care for any other species, & although skoodge doesn’t share the same blind hatred as the rest of his kind, he still responds to others with more apathy than anything else. if her home planet was destroyed, at least it wasn’t by his kind, which would be awkward — & if she’s been living on earth for so long, she might as well be human ... even though she doesn’t look like it. ❝ & no one’s tried to dissect you? ❞
hal, unsavory alien filth.
How interestingly nice of him to show concern for… what did he call it? Unsavory alien filth? Though to be fair, such regards weren’t uncommon on her home-planet as well, they were just a bit more tactful about it. “Nah. I’m fine. You gotta roll with Zim’s chaos, man. Makes life worth living.” she chuckled, removing a stick that had been caught in her synthetic hair.
“Welp! Nobody died this time! We should celebrate!”
skoodge certainly definitely disagrees with her sentiments about zim, but as long as they’re both helping the other invader with his plans ( as doomed as they all might be, ) he’ll let her see it however she’d like to. ❝ ... irkens only celebrate victories. ❞ of course, a warlike race like his wouldn’t be open to the concept of small victories. you either achieve your objective & win, or you lose. perhaps that’s why skoodge is so upset after every one of zim’s failed missions, even though he realistically shouldn’t be.
still, he’s mildly intrigued by what celebration implies. it’s not like he’s ever bothered to learn much about hal, or about vortians as a whole, for that matter. ❝ what would we do? ❞
???, human child.
AH ! A REPEAT of zim, like an old glitched musical note playing over &&. over again; salem almost sighs at dibs surprised expression, how he rambled on about how there was not one but two aliens now. he loved cryptids, but never as much as that; never as much as dib devoted to ruining whatever zim did. it was perhaps tiring.
“ try not to die, okay new kid ? “ but he tries to be nice, offering a small smile &&. his hand to the new student, still unsure if he’d even know what to do with it or how to do a handshake; ” i’m sal. if you need help finding anything lemme know ! or zim, uh, really anyone you’re more comfortable with, i guess ? “
❝ yeaaah, i’ll try my best. ❞ unlike zim, skoodge finds it impossible to care for the rambling of one boy who no one else seems to believe. perhaps it’s because he’s a more capable invader — he could push zim aside & conquer this planet in a day if he so desired, & yet, here he is, going along with zim’s current half baked plan. hearing his comrade’s name mentioned inspires skoodge to look in the other irken’s direction, & he can’t help but grimace more intensely as he watches his friend arguing with dib over whether skoodge is a human or an alien. ❝ uh ... yeah, zim. thanks. ❞
he’s more like gir than zim in that he knows the basics of human culture; he spent a long time researching whilst hiding out in zim’s basement unbeknownst to him. that’s why he has little to no problem meeting the boy’s hand with his own, black glove meeting exposed fingers as they shake — & skoodge thinks he’s done a rather good job at it, considering this isn’t a ritual practiced in irken society. ❝ i’m skoodge, like the teacher said. ❞ something about her puts him on edge, but he’s not sure if she’s abnormal or not, so he doesn’t want to mention it.
zim, unaware host.
The Florpus event had been ,,, CHAOTIC to say the very least and even ZIM was feeling a bit tired and drained from the whole experience. Not only did he once again have to spend a day rebuilding his house ( which is what he had done the day before ) , but he was still dealing with the feelings and questions he had from before.
Why weren’t the tallests coming?
Zim had gone out that day for Skool,, which seemed to go straight back into the swing of things despite all the madness. He slumps his way into the house, not even giving so much as a passing glance at the robot parents. He heads to the couch, walking past it– looking at the other and simply saying
“Oh hey Skoodge...”
….Before walking backwards a bit and glancing back towards the somewhat taller Irken Invader.
“SKOODGE —-? WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY houuuuse???” he says with an almost angry tone but in all honesty his emotion currently was CONFUSED.
should he be honest about just how long he’s been staying here ... ? nah, probably not. he doesn’t want to freak zim out, something skoodge knows ( even better than most ) that this is something the other invader is liable to do. instead, he just shrugs, as if he has no clue what he’s doing here, either — he’ll supply an answer, of course, but he’s hoping his forced don’t ask me expression helps his case. irkens who are taller than him usually accept his idiocy as an excuse for the things he does, & although zim is technically smaller than he is, he certainly acts like this isn’t the case ... which skoodge has always been okay with. in fact, he’s hoping that it doesn’t change now. ( why would it? they’ve known each other since they were smeets, & things have always been the same. sort of. )
❝ i’m just visiting. ❞ is that really a lie? ... okay, yeah, it basically is. it’s not like he’s here to spy on zim, or hurt him, or anything like that ... so ... it should be fine. ❝ i don’t have a disguise, sooo ... i let myself in. ❞ that’s partially true, too — it’s the reason why he hasn’t left, why he doesn’t have anywhere else to go. skoodge’s words are supposed to sound lax, like they used to be, but there’s something off about him. even after all this time lying low, he’s still tired. that sucks. it stops him from caring about how angry zim sounds, though.
it’s another few moments before he figures he should apologize. ❝ ... sorry. ❞
what’s his face, human child.
{ ☆ } Dib wishes that he could say he didn’t jump in fear surprise at the sudden voice… But he did. Very high, to be honest. Hands fumble for the video camera that he nearly drops, eyes wide as he finally gets a decent hold on the precious device with even more precious evidence inside. Clutching it close to his chest, he slowly— cautiously —turns around to face the unexpected voice. “W-Wuh?” Is all he can muster for a brief moment, quizzical gaze riveted on the alien standing in front of him… He’s not supposed to be here either.
Zim is very much a Solo Invader… Aside from his ‘Evil’ Robot. But at times Dib can’t help but wonder how much assistance he actually provides when it comes to the Irken’s plans of world conquest. If anything, it seems like the well-meaning machine hinders more than he helps. How do you think Dib entered the ‘secret’ base in the first place?
“But… You’re trespassing too.” His dad likely wouldn’t be too happy about him ‘jumping to conclusions’ without sufficient evidence, but Dib feels good about trusting his gut. Everything FEELS like it points to the alien not supposing to be here— the request confirming what he already ‘knew’ —and Dib has learned that any Paranormal Investigator worth their salt has to know when to trust their gut. Many of his greatest discoveries wouldn’t have been made without taking a little liberty when it comes to assumptions. “So… Doesn’t that mean you should leave too? Since you’re on earth, living among humans, that means our laws now apply to YOU as well…” Of course, he doesn’t expect— or want —either of them to leave.
This stranger could prove incredibly useful…
“Look, how about a deal? I don’t tell about you and you don’t tell about me. We both just…continue along with our business, and Zim isn’t any the wiser. Alright?” To solidify the deal, a hand is warily extended towards the alien in an offer of ‘peace’, Dib partially expecting it to be horrifically bitten off or something. But, that’s a risk he’ll have to take! For the benefit of all mankind… Despite how unbearably idiotic the majority of it seems to be. { ☆ }
zim might not know he’s living here, but skoodge pays enough attention ( & gir rambles more than enough ) that he gets the gist of zim’s ... misadventures. that’s why he’s so quick to recognize this human intruder as zim’s rival, even if he can’t quite remember his name. does it matter? no, probably not, unless you’re trying to prove his worthlessness like the tallests would. the invader thinks about this deal for a moment. he really shouldn’t let an intruder wander around, but he doesn’t have anywhere to go but zim’s base ... & he also doesn’t want zim to start bothering him with those theatrics & overcomplicated plans of his. it’s not like this human can do any harm, right? no one’s ever believed him before, apparently. maybe skoodge can just keep an eye on him & let him go afterwards. ❝ well ... okay. ❞
a gloved hand is offered in turn, & he shakes with a bored grip, red eyes now half lidded. ❝ you have to let me watch you, though. ❞ fair is fair — & it’s not as if he’ll report anything to zim ... he simply wants to make sure no one is put at too much jeopardy, even if this game is much more low stakes than this human & his irken rival seem to make it out to be. ( if his request is shot down, he’s likely to stalk the boy regardless, so it’s a smarter move to simply agree ... he’s hoping this creature isn’t a complete moron, but you can never be too sure on a planet like this. ) now that he’s finally thinking about it, as sluggish as he may feel, skoodge can’t help but wonder what, exactly, the intruder is looking for ... & how he plans on making his way around without getting caught or killed. not that it’s his problem — he’s just thinking, a sentiment from one trespasser to another.
sir unit, tak’s.
“..̵. ̕Tàķ.̵”
Then she just points at him for a bit, eventually tapping him on the chest, as if asking who he was.
the easily unsettled skoodge seems sort of uncomfortable, & he takes a tiny step back when the sir unit pokes his chest — but at least he gets the idea. ❝ uh ... i’m invader skoodge. ❞ long pause. ❝ why are you here by yourself? ❞
Captured Sentence Starters
May contain some uncomfortable scenarios.
“Thrash all you want, you can ever escape this cage.”
“I’ve finally caught you.”
“Aw, is it too tight? Good.”
“You will never leave this place alive.”
“You are a marvelous creature, trapped in such a small little cell.”
“Let me go!”
“You think you’ve won, huh?!”
“Quit struggling, you will only make it worse.”
“You seem rather calm for being in your position.”
“You can’t keep me in here forever!”
“W-what are you going to do to me?”
“I’ve been looking for something new to experiment on…”
“What a fine specimen! Yes, you will do just fine.”
“I won’t become some lab rat!”
“As soon as I get my hands on you, you will regret trapping me in here.”
“What…what is this place?”
“Where am I?”
“If you keep struggling, you may lose a limb.”
“Please! You got to help me!”
“I’ve done nothing wrong!”
“If you answer a just a couple of questions, I may let you go.”
“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for something like you?”
“You’ve hit the end of the road, ___.”
“Do you really think bindings and bars will keep you safe?”
“I will kill you!”
“You are not quite reacting like I’d assumed…”
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red, almighty tallest.
❛ if we were on home world i’d stuff you in a canon and light the fuse for disobeying orders, soldier. but sure, i’ll indulge. ❜ straightening his cap he swats the air for the shorter irken to move aside prior to climbing into the glowing pond of oozing lava. he sinks about waist deep without any complications and he smirks, crossing his arms and holding his head up high.
but seconds later he’s screaming. ❛ oh irk, skoodge! help me! help me i’m dying! i’m melting! HELP ME!!! ❜ flailing his arms about as he sinks further and screams bloody murder. in a desperate panic he reaches out to his tiny companion. ❛ TAKE MY HAND AND PULL ME OUT! GET ME OUT OF HERE! ❜ look at what you’ve done, foolish peasant.
the threat doesn’t sting too much, since he has been stuffed in a canon & fired into space before. how did he survive? don’t ask him. still, skoodge likes to think he’s a good soldier, & he obediently moves over to let red proceed before him.
skoodge watches with even larger eyes than usual as red wades into the lava, & they somehow widen further as he begins to scream. ❝ my tallest?! ❞ in his panic, all he manages to do is reach forwards for the other irken ... but his arms are too short, even when he finally realizes he should get help from his spider legs. cursed short arms. rest in peace, almighty tallest red.
@irkvader.
he’s supposed to be dead ... but that’s been the case many times before, hasn’t it? skoodge seems to be unkillable, much to the almighty tallests’ chagrin, & that’s why he’s still living right now — &, to an extent, why he’s living in zim’s basement unbeknownst to him. it’s been a while, & skoodge’s life is slow & stale. he talks to the computer, plays with gir, researches earth culture ... but he thinks it’s finally time to say something, as odd as that is.
so, when zim comes home, skoodge is just ... there. unlike some irkens, he’s not one for theatrics or dramatic entrances — he’s just lying down on the couch, waiting, & he sits up when the sound of the front door opening & robotic voices ( welcome home, son! ) alert him to zim’s presence. what could he possibly say or do to explain himself? there are a lot of choices, but skoodge does the characteristic thing & goes with something simple. ❝ hi. ❞ it doesn’t really get more simple than that.
@tresinked liked for a one liner.
why did zim make him come here? this seems like an utter waste of time ... well, he just has to make it through today, & he’s sure the other irken will forget about it & let him do whatever he wants by tomorrow. still, he’s forced to try & fit in for now. ❝ today’s my first day at ... skool. ❞ kill him now.
@aliiienation liked for a one liner.
❝ can that plan wait until tomorrow? i’m tired. ❞ that’s not a complaint befitting of an irken invader, but he already conquered his assigned planet, so ... give him a break.
@vortship liked for a one liner.
jeez, that was a disaster of a plan — even for zim standards. skoodge stands up & dusts off his uniform, then refocuses on his fellow alien. ❝ uhh. you’re not hurt, right ... ? ❞
@serpentine-rogue liked for a one liner.
❝ ... what planet are you from? ❞ yes, that’s a legitimate question. no, he doesn’t realize how much it sounds like an insult. tragic.