sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Six years is a long time to wait, and the misbegotten extraterrestrial has certainly missed his fellow Investigator.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: A fair amount of cursing, and sad feelings all around.
ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ: T+
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 950+
ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ: 2/ ∞
ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs: Zim, GIR, Skoodge, etc.
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: N/A
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀs ɴᴏᴛᴇs
Second chapter, here we are! I might set up a steady stream of updates, but I’m not sure when they might happen, or how it might. This is the post that my lovely friend wrote within our RP, so again, I do not take credit for the writing. I am simply here to mod-podge everything together and hope to get some recognition. :U
Well, that’s all I have to say about that. I hope you enjoy the second chapter of ‘It Came from Outer Space’! 👽✌
“Our new Tallest is a strange one, isn’t he?” The Irken conversed beside himself.
“Eh? What makes you say that all of a sudden?” Asked the other as he divided his attention between two tasks.
“I mean, look at him!” He gesticulated with his head, his antennae bobbing gently behind himself. He kept his gaze forward.
“This is supposed to be a celebration! Operation Impending Doom II is done and dusted, and the glorious Irken Empire has emerged victorious as always! But Our Tallest is just…sitting there. All by himself, with that idiot SIR of his. He’s not even eating anything. An Irken who doesn’t want to chow after a flawless victory…” The Irken paused and turned his attention to the side. “What even is that?”
“Hmm…” The other Irken lifted his gaze forward, and paused for a moment before he nodded downwards once more. “He does seem to be a bit down. Maybe you ought to ask him to dance.”
“Me?! Ask the Tallest to dance?! N-no way! Besides, he’s just…weird to me. I don’t get good vibes from him. I think I’d rather not associate myself with him on a… personal level.”
“You’re right about that.” The other remarked. “He doesn’t fit in at all. Never did. You think the rumor’s true? The one about him being severely Defective?”
“I don’t know. But I have my suspicions…maybe I ought to report him to the Control Brains…”
The Irken looked up from his work as his antennae quivered nervously. He turned to the side, to ensure that he was the only one who heard the phrase. He turned back to the Irken and spoke in a hushed voice. “You shouldn’t talk about our Tallest Zim like that!”
“So…you’ve known about Zim’s condition all along, have you?”
Skoodge dropped his gaze, not wanting to meet the accusing eyes of his leader. “…I…I suspected,” he admitted after a tense moment of silence. “We all do, you know. I’m not the only one. They knew, too.”
Massive magenta eyes, sparkling like jewels, narrowed into minuscule slits. “…I see.” The voice that spoke was soft, calm, and sedated. The tone alone had alarms blaring within Skoodge’s skulls. Zim was never this calm or quiet unless he was about to explode with anger…or he was having one of his bad days. Those were more frequent now than they were before. The Irken sat stark within his seat.
“And?” The Irken asked, expecting more from the rotund Irken. Skoodge couldn’t help feeling like a cornered prey animal.
“What do you intend to do now that your suspicions have been confirmed?” The Tallest inquired, raising his head to view the Irken.
Skoodge bowed his head, making an effort to display not even a trace of tension. “Nothing.”
Zim paused. “Nothing?”
“Nothing,” Skoodge echoed, finally lifting his eyes.
“We’ve known each other for a long time.” Skoodge continued. “I always looked up to you, even though I knew something was off from the moment we met. And I…I despise Red and Purple.” One of Zim’s eyelids twitched with fury at the mere mention of those forbidden names. “You never judged me for my height,” the smaller Irken continued, shuffling his boots against the metal paneled floor. “Just for my skill. And…well, I appreciate that. So…I’m gonna take that secret with me to the grave. Okay?”
Zim scoffed and turned away, but Skoodge swore he caught a glimpse of his leader’s lips curling upward in a smirk.
“…I have an insane idea, Skoodge.” The Irken spoke, after quite some time of still silence.
“Well, that’s nice to hear.” Skoodge made little effort to conceal the surprise in his voice as he took a seat across from the seemingly disinterested Tallest. “It’s a nice change from the doom and gloom you’ve been spreading around all week,” he continued carefully, offering Zim a brightly-wrapped sweet. Zim’s owlish eyes darted up to fix on the treat before he snatched it out of Skoodge’s hand, tearing idly at the paper.
“…So?”
“So what?” Asked the former Invader.
Skoodge snorted. “What’s this insane idea you’ve got cooking? You seem a lot peppier than you were yesterday.”
Zim rolled some food around on his tray, eyes half-lidded and antennae bouncing a bit. “Zim is going to divert the Armada starting tomorrow.”
“Divert the Armada?” Skoodge squinted suspiciously. “For what?”
Zim made a popping sound with his lips. “…Things.”
“What kind of things?”
“…Personal things.”
“Zim!”
“Whaaat?!”
Skoodge took a deep breath. He had to remember that he was dealing with a severely Defective Irken with a fragile psyche. “You know I can’t help you unless you tell me what you plan on doing,” he reminded the other in a stern tone. Zim blew a raspberry and rolled his eyes, but complied anyway.
“We’re taking a bit of a detour. A long detour.”
“Now?” Skoodge frowned. “We’ve got an Invasion Operation to watch over! How long is this going to take?”
“Ehh…” Zim shrugged his shoulders. “Six months?”
“Six months?!” Skoodge repeated, looking flabbergasted. He was about to protest more, but a venomous glare from his leader convinced him to restrain himself. Instead, he asked, “Okay. Why are we taking this detour, now?”
Zim popped the sweet Skoodge gave him earlier straight into his mouth. “Zim wants to drop in on an old friend,” he muttered with his mouth full. “That is all.”
An old friend…? Skoodge was instantly curious, but he knew better than to pry. “I didn’t know you had any friends, besides me and your little robots.”
Zim shrugged his shoulders, avoiding eye contact. “Where are we headed, then?” Skoodge pressed, hoping the conversation wouldn’t die–this was the liveliest Zim had been in days.
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