I do not own Invader Zim in any shape, form or fashion. Jhonen Vasquez (I probably butchered his name >>;; ) owns all Invader Zim rights. I've simply written a ZADR fan-fiction, that he would totally disapprove of, and probably sicken at the very mention of it. I apologize for my improper use of grammar, and my OOC. In any case I hope you enjoy.
Dib sat patiently in his desk, hearing nothing. Nothing but the nailing of millions of raindrops fiercely landing simultaneously onto the blacktop outside. Dib's warm breath collided with the eerily frigid air that lingered in Mrs. Bitter's classroom as thoughts ran through his mind. The Silence ech
Dib looked up to the sky, but he never saw what he hoped he would. He always saw just the bleak emptiness of space. He never saw the tell tale voot cruiser coming down to rescue him from the earthly hell.
It was always the same, he'd come to the glade where Zim had left and would stare at the stars all night. It was a habit a need.
When Zim had left him, he'd said 'Wait a year Dib-human, and every day after that look into the stars, I'll be there to save you someday.' But where was the irken now? Where was he and why wasn't he there with Dib?
The human lowered his gaze to the grass, running his fingers
If Today Was Your Last DayZADR by Kiatonasy, literature
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If Today Was Your Last DayZADR
A blur of black and red went rolling into the alley way, shouts following soon after. To anyone who had lived in the neighborhood it was a normal occurrence, but during this particular fight there seemed to be a different air of anger.
"Why did you follow Zim home?!" The green alien shouted, grabbing at Dib's wrist. He managed to grab one and pinned it above the human's head.
The human however didn't reply he simply struggled against the alien's rough grip. He didn't throw a punch at Zim's face like he usually would. He didn't try to snap the antenna that was sticking out from underneath the alien's wig. He just coul
Zim stepped out of his house and into the frigid air, wearing his usual uniform. He hated earth winters, they were cold and made all the humans sniffly.
The alien's uniform was extremely thin and did nothing to block out the chill. Which is probably why he was so cold, but he'd never stoop so low as to buy a human coat. His race however had never heard of a coat before since it was always warm on his planet, so he went without anything to block out the elements. He refused to wraps his arms around himself, this would show that he was cold, and that would be a weakness. The irken walked down the sidewalk, occasionally slipping
Zim was numb, completely and utterly numb from head to toe as he just sat there and stared at Ms. Bitters. It was a lie, it couldn't be true, he thought out of desperation. They were just trying to trick him into thinking it was true yeah that's what was going on; but the only lie that was being told was the one he was trying to tell himself.
Crimson eyes were completely void of their usual ecstatic emotion, being replaced by grief and disbelief. Unknown to him the class had already continued, but he didn't care. He simply sat there staring blankly at where the teacher had been.
They were lying, it was all lies,
Dib stood at the edge of a sparkling pond, the just rising sun reflecting beautifully off the nearly clear water. The scene would have been beautiful to him if it hadn't been for the reason he was coming here. Tears were falling silently down his face and he clutched the dead Pak more firmly against his chest. The panels on it were still glowing dimly and he'd tried...oh how he'd tried to reactivate the piece of technology and fashion it to a body. Oh how he'd tried to bring back that hateful spaztic alien.
He knelt down at the edge of the water, placing the technology down on a boat he'd fashioned with such care. The rose petals he'd laid a
Dib was standing outside of his home silently. He did not approach the building, because he knew that soon it would fall to the ground and become ash. He looked to his right, just watching as the houses in that direction collapsed much like his would. Like dominoes in the wake of a blazing fire.
He was not scared nor was he surprised by the sight, in fact there was just a numbness settling over him. He just watched in an almost sick fascination as the fire traveled closer and closer to his own home, the flames licking hungrily at the sides of the technology filled building before taking it all away in a minute or two of ragin