Kutless

Hey how's it going?So did ya read the scene I gave ya?If so then please tell me
what ya think,I wanna know so that I'll be sure that this part will be interesting.

Sorry it's all kinda non-spaced but I type fast :P

i dont have time to read it right now, BUT i will definately read it tomorrow! i'll let you know when im done!

Thank you,for the lovely comment glad ya liked it
here's another chunk just to see what ya think.Oh and just one more thing,
all characters are owned by me,even though they act and look like characters
people have seen before.HHope ya like it.



"SUCCESS!" came a resounding squeal from beneath a strange little housein the middle of your average-looking cul-de-sac on the outskirts ofthe giant city of Mechaville. The house was tall and thin, and slightlyslanted to one side. A bunch of cables emerging from the walls of thequeer place embedded themselves into the walls of the neighbouringdomociles, and yet nobody in the history of the little house'sexistence had cared or bothered to noctice. A massive satellite dishmounted on the roof pointed skyward, the giant bronze tumbtack-likeobject connected to the house by a flimsy looking single-joint armwhich looked like it would collapse from the dish's weight at anymoment. The house's three windows were all irregular in shape, slantedand crooked yet completely unconspicuous as far as attracting attentionwas concerned. The front lawn of the little place was small and fenced,with several huge garden gnomes sitting idly, their huge bulbous eyesstaring forward along the central footpath that stretched from thefront door to the sidewalk. A big red flag that read 'I *loveheart* Earth'was standing by the front fence.

Within the walls of the strange house, beyond the front door with the'Mens Room' sign, and down the many elevators and tubes, a smallgreen-skinned alien cackled with complete glee as his ruby orb eyesstared into the large cylindrical tube placed upon his desk, whichcontained a strange blue liquid and a spherical object in the verymiddle, floating in place. The little alien sniggered, "At last, I(ZIM!) have finally created the perfectly doomy weapon needed to atlast grant me the power that I have deserved for so long! Thesehumans... their habits are difficult for even an me to avoid. If youcannot destroy them, control them! That is why I (ZIM!) have created-"he unscrewed the metal lid of the container and pulled the sphere out.He held it in his gloved hand, clutching it tight, the liquid drippingoff it to reveal....

A red tennisball?

"The child-monkey thinking-organ controller ball!"

His only audience, Gir and a tiny little purple-blue moose, only stared. After a few moments, Gir went "Oooooh!"

"Part of our mission was to analyse human activity, am I right Gir?"

The little robot's blue eyes blinked, its slightly conical head tilting to the right in a show of idiocy.

"Of course I'm right!" Zim barked when he got no answer, hisbluish-black antennae bobbing, the cloak he wore swishing about hisknees and ankles. "For a long time now, I have been observing the humanchild-monkeys and their primitive tendencies at the timeframe known asRecess. After much espionage work, I have decided to infiltrate andexploit a most common ritual amongst the child-monkeys, a ritual knownas.... 'Handball'."

"I wanna play! Pick me!" squealed Gir. Minimoose squeaked loudly.

Zim's ruby eyes narrowed, "Later, Gir. I have not explained the brilliance of my new invention yet!"

"Does it make tacos?" Gir asked.

"No."

"Not interested." Gir folded his arms, glancing away. He missed Belle a lot.

Zim glanced, "Minimoose?"

"Squeak!"

"What are your thoughts in my new invention?"

"Squeak!"

Zim nodded, "It IS round, Minimoose. Most astute."

Minimoose grinned stupidly.

"How does it work?" asked Gir.

"Simple." Zim yelled, even his talking voice well above the normaldecibel level. "From what I have gathered, human child heirarchy isdetermined by several criteria, but overall, what affects a human'sstatus amongst the ranks of the schoolyard is a factor known as'popularity'. The human children fleshsacks have their various ways ofholding rank amongst each other, like the order of height, withtitles such as 'cool', 'hip', 'fly' and 'down wid it'. If I cansuccessfully exploit this rank structure, I can gain reputation amongstthem, drawing more and more of them into my new order. Soon my army offollowers will engulf the world, and at last I (ZIM!) can overthrowthis pathetic water-soaked planet and distinguish myself as one of thegreatest, doomiest, most powerful Invaders of the Empire! And onsecret assignment, too, hahahaha!"

Gir wrenched the ball out of Zim's hands and opened his mouth wide, "Bacon ball! YUMMY!"

"No Gir, NO!" Zim yelped, ripping the ball from Gir's hands, the robotlooking upset, "This is not stinky Earth food! This is the key toDOMINATION! With this ball I can enter the realms of 'Handball' andclaim leadership over them all by bringing a ball, which automaticallyclasses me as 'cool'. As my reputation grows, so will my power! Soon, I(ZIM!) will be UNSTOPPABLE!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Squeak." agreed Minimoose.

The display monitor clicked on behind Zim, without him noticing. Then it spoke in a huge voice, "INCOMING MESSAGE!"

"WAAAARGH!" Zim yelped, jumping in fright, arms flailing.

Gir beamed, "You got, like, three feet of air that time!"

"PASSWORD NEEDED!" roared the computer. Zim placed the ball back intoits containment unit and sat back in a comfy-looking and futuristicchair that rose out from the floor, "Unstoppable doom machine." Zimrecited with a calm smile. Life as an Invader was mostly comfortable,when he was not out fighting his nemesis Dib or putting up with Gir'sincompetence. A familiar visage greeted him, two pairs of eyes, onepurple, the other red, glaring at him. Those eyes belonged to faces.Those faces were of Zim's leaders .And theylooked ticked.

" I am honoured that you have contacted me at such an hour, a must pleasantly unexpected-"

"Oh, cut the crap Zim." Redd dismissed, growling. Of the two leaders, he looked the most annoyed.

"How may I serve your greatness...ness..."

"This is a progress report call, Zim, nothing fancy."

"I see!" Zim beamed, as though it were excellent news. "Things aregoing well, the conquering of Earth is at hand, expect it soon."

"You told us that the last three times." Purple growled.

"Four." corrected Redd, with an air of superiority about his voice. Thetwo leaders were quite alike, only color distinguishing them. Zimwondered if they were related, which they probably were. Both spawnedfrom the same incubation tanks.

"That's because the conquering of Earth has been at hand for quite some time." Zim grinned.

Redd dismissed it with a wave, "Forgive our impatience, but thesooner you conquer Earth, the sooner... we can leave you there."

"I promised the moon to Gir." was Zim's non-sequitur.

"Riiiiiiiiight..." muttered Redd. Zim could not work out why he would beannoyed. He could see from their surrounds, were notaboard their flagship, which had recently been seriouslydamaged by an unidentified space creature.

"What news do you have for me?" asked Zim, twiddling his fingers.

Purple glanced down at an offscreen source of information, probablyanother screen readout, "Well, we've managed to annex our 300th planetwithin the last four hours.It has been a..."he narrowed his eyes and glared at Zim, "resounding success."

Zim tilted his head, "Why are you glaring at me like-"

Redd gave a sudden sly grin, "Oh, by the way. We got a message from Invader Takette."

Purple nodded, "Uh huh, she still hates you."

Zim smiled. "And what other news have you? And uh... why are you so mad?"

Redd growled, "Do you REALLY need to know?"

"Yes. Yes I do."

Redd sighed, "Alright.... throughout the day we have been receivingcalls from other Invaders, detecting a relatively large spatial objectflying past their assigned planets. It got close enough to one planetfor a scan. And..."

Zim was on the edge of his seat, as though watching a tense drama movie, "What? WHAT!?"

"The ship is of Cluster origin." Red finished, loathing in his voice.

"The same race that damaged the armada?" asked Zim.

"That's right. The Cluster are staging a full-scale arms explosion,from what I can see. Vexus, their Queen, has completely changed. She'sno longer interested in capturing robots to join her armies, she'sinterested in crushing other civilisations under her might."

"Just like we are." Purple noted.

"We can't have anyone challenging the might of the us! Not theZerg, not the Galactic Guardians, and not the Cluster." Redd hissed,"The sooner you conquer Earth, Zim, the sooner we can rally ourInvaders to squash those who challenge us!"

Purple was staring at a screen nearby, "Message from Invader Gookex onplanet Ganymede... that Cluster starship's been detected. He knowswhere it's headed."

"Where?" asked Redd, turning to his counterpart.

Purple whispered something to him, and Redd's face broke out into adevious smile. He chuckled for a few moments before he told Zim,"Actually, I want you to stay on Earth as long as you possibly can.Consider it... extended assignment."

"My assignment has been extended!?"

"Your work has been so... excellent... that we have decided to keep youon Earth until further notice. Get comfy... enjoy your time there...heheheh."

"My leaders, wait-" the screen went black, replaced with the trademark emblem, "wait! Hello? HELLO!? Are you there ? Hey! hhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeyyyyyy! Hello!!!"

Redd returned, "Zim, SHUT UP!" the screen went black again.

Zim swivelled in his chair, "Now why would they- Gir! Don't drool onthe containment unit!" Zim thought out aloud, "Why keep me (ZIM!) on aplanet even after it is conquered if I am needed to help defend themighty Empire itself?" Minimoose was floating nearby, as Gir madefaces against the cold see-through walls of the container which heldthe ball. He probably still thought it was bacon. Zim palmed hisforehead.

That was when everything went dark and red lights began flashingeverywhere, accompanied by a terribly loud siren that made Zim'santennae curl. Even Gir started flashing in unison, although he wasprobably just doing it for the hell of it. The computer's thundrousvoice blared, "INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT!"

"Computer!" cried Zim, but there was no response, his voice drowned outby the screaming sirens and alarms. He staggered out of his chair,toward the circle on the ground that marked the point where the liftwas. He stepped onto it, still holding his head, "COMPUTER!" he howled."SHUT OFF THE NOISE!" This time the computer acknowledged, the klaxongoing silent and leaving a terrible ringing in Zim's ears(or if he had ears). He took adeep breath through his eyes and sighed. The lights still flashed redaround him, as Gir and Minimoose joined him on the round platform,which began to rise up into an awaiting overhead tube.

"Gir! Identify intruder! It is too late at night for pitiful little humanto do his pitiful little spying because of his pitiful little bedtime.A human custom that I (ZIM!) am gladly free from."

Gir's head opened up and a screen connected to hover jets flew up andout. It was small enough to fit in Gir's head, but big enough for Zimto see what was on it. The view came from one of the lawngnomes perchedin the front yard, their mouths carrying cameras which served as partof the house's tight security net. The image was as dark as the sky inthe background, a single streetlight (which was old and flickering)doing its best to light up whatever it was that had been seized in thefront yard. Zim saw a shadowed figure roughly the size of a humanchild. He stood corrected; maybe the human WAS out late.

"Apprehend it, my lawngnomes!" Zim called, in triumph. One of thelawngnomes in the background of the picture swivelled and edged towardthe unmoving humanoid, its arms ending in balled fists that were ableto seize and hold almost anything without releasing it. As it sidledforward, the humanoid's head turned toward it. Zim felt his spine andPAK tingle when light reflected off what appeared to be its left eye,which was huge and circular. The lawngnome suddenly dashed at it, goingfor a surprise attack. The shadowed humanoid incredibly leapt rightover it!

Gir squealed again, and Minimoose squeaked in outrage as the lawngnomeglanced left and right, trying to find the intruder, who had landedbehind it. Zim glared at it with scrutiny. Nothing that human had ever createdbeforehand had ever increased his agility to a degree where he couldeven evade a lawngnome dash, let alone vault right over one! The liftstopped and Zim stepped out of the disc the floor had created. Gir was clinging to hisleg, quivering. Minimoose was floating at eye-level.

The filming lawn-gnome made a move to grab the intruder. Zim kept hiseye on the floating screen as they passed through the loungeroom, agiant portrait of a monkey-like creature with green fur staring down atthem. Gir let go of Zim's leg and jumped onto the couch, reaching forthe remote control. There was a flash of light outside, and the screenwent black instantly. Half a second later, a blast blew the frontwindows out. Gir yelped and jumped onto Zim's head. Zim chuckled, "YOUgot three feet of air that ti- WARGH!"

Zim jumped aside just as one of the lawngnomes went slamming throughthe door, crashing onto the carpet and sending splinters whippingthrough the air. Minimoose beat a few shards of wood away with itsnubs. Zim hissed. Earth currency was hard to find, and getting enoughto get his door replaced would be tricky. "Well, Dan, I hope you enjoythe last few moments you get to trash my security system! Destroying mystuff does not help my mood, you see. Therefore, enjoy your few momentsof trashing liberty, before you feel the wrath of ZI- GIR GET OFF MYHEAD!"

The robot gave a fearful whimper, and flopped to the floor. "I'm scaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaared..."

Zim blinked, "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.......................I DON'TCARE!" From out of his PAK, four spindly metal arms popped out, redspheres at their ends. From the spheres, long arms shot downward,lifting Zim off the floor completely, four spiderlike legs, extendingfrom his PAK, holding his body off the floor. He scuttled forward, butbefore he could get out the door, a pair of poorly-built humanoidrobots rolled out of the nearby closet, in front of Zim and then outonto the footpath. The lawngnome on the carpet was still smoking. Aloud CLUNK heralded the two piecemeal robots being ripped to pieces,Zim grimacing. Gir hadn't moved; he seemed immobilised.

Zim, with great apprehension, sided one of his PAK-legs toward thedoor, expecting it to be blown off as soon as it touched the coldcement of his footpath. When the thin metal shaft touched the concrete,there was no blast, no flash of light and no explosion. The leg wasuntouched, and he brought the second one forward, then the third and(not surprisingly) the fourth, stepping out into the cold night air.The air smelt of oncoming rain and stinky human garbage coming fromnearby trashcans. Gir was poking his head around the doorframe.

Ahead of Zim stood what looked like a disgrace to science, or maybe acatastrophe of it. A robotic creature, roughly humanoid, with frayedparts and pieces on its arms and legs. Well... what was left of itsarms. One arm was practically missing, whilst the other was severedjust below the elbow. The back of its left leg was ripped open andsparking, the robot clearly mis-handled. It glared at Zim, one eye nomore that a huge round optical disc or reflective white, the other inthe general shape of an eye (but without an iris), encrusted around theedges with a strange flaky substance that looked a bit like grime. Zimnoticed that the strange material was sticking to other parts of itsbattered body. Syringe-like devices deployed from Zim's leg joints.

"YOU are not welcome here, human contraption! Bow and kiss the footpath of ZIM!"

The robot stared at him, as though unable to quite believe what it wasseeing. Zim's jaw twitched. He was having a hard time not showing hisfear, since he saw that two of the other lawngnomes were nearby,headless. The robot stepped forward, and Zim backed away. It made nomove to blast him, though. Its mouth, which was merely a metal flap atthe base of its head, opened and closed soundlessly. Was it trying tosay something? In the state it was in, Zim would not be surprised ifits voice was inoperative. Even Gir was in better condition than thisone, and Gir (unbeknownst to Zim) had been built from scrapped parts.

"Explain your presence here!" Zim ordered, "Or I will make you suffer large for your intruuuuuuuuuuuuuuusion!"

The robot didn't move. Its mouth-flap still swivelled open and closed.From inside its relatively exposed chest, all kinds of implants wereflickering and spinning, each little mechanism to the robot'soperation. Zim noticed that the upper chest was damaged and poorlyrepaired. "Stupid stinking human workmanship! The robot was a mess, andhad turned Zim's yard into an even bigger mess. What had Dib made THISthing for!?" he thought

"Very well then, human metal-thing, FEEL THE WRATH OF-"

"Zim.......?"

Zim stopped dead, his mouth hanging open in mid-proclamation. Gir, bythe door, made a gasping noise. Minimoose squeaked in incomprehension.The robot had spoken... and when it did... it spoke with a voice thatZim thought he'd never hear again. He hung pathetically from hisspider-arms for a moment, gawping, before he snapped back to reality,"No! No, you are a deception! A ruse created by that big-headedmeatball Dan to disorient me!"

"Zim.... how..."

Zim growled, "Silence, imposter!"

"I... need... your.... help..."

He blinked, "What!? After you trash my precious lawngnomes androbotic servants, and destroy my door!? You dare impersonate-"

"Zim.... please... you... do not... understand." The robot was having a hard time speaking.

Zim grit his teeth, "How can I be certain that it's you?"

Gir stuck its head around the doorframe a bit more, and both robotslooked each other in the eye. The robot gave an odd noise, somethingthat Zim didn't quite catch because it had been so heavily damaged. Butonce Gir had ran outside and jumped into the arms (or what remained) ofthe robot with a delighted yell of joy, he understood. It was not adeception. Despite what he had heard... it had survived. It.....she.... HER!

"Zim.... fix.... me?" asked the robot. Minimoose was floating upsidedown beside Zim's head, grinning stupidly. Minimoose was originallymade to replace Gir, but it turned out to be no better than Zim'soriginal sidekick/slave. He kept them both together. As the robot heldGir, it swivelled side to side slowly. The same way she always used to.

Zim didn't quite know what to think, but the sooner he could fix her,the better, "Well.... you have a lot to explain, you know."

"So.... do.... you...."

Zim stepped aside, "Come in, quickly. Falling water weather, soon, weneed to get inside. After I fix you up," Zim's legs retracted, reducingthe him to the height of the robot, "you can tell me everything."

The robot walked into the house, with a sidewards glance at him, Gir snug in its arms, "Thank.... you.... Zim...."

Zim heard the distant rumble of thunder, the sign of an oncomingdownpour. His skin hated water, and he avoided it at all cost. He had agood reason to remain indoors. He'd fix the gnomes and the door in themorning, "Welcome home.... Belle."

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