Invader Zim Fan Fiction / Johnny The Homicidal Maniac Fan Fiction ❯ The Story of a Planet ❯ Prologue

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Invader Zim. Zim, Dib, Gaz, GIR, The ALMIGHTY Tallests, and other such Invader Zim characters belong to Nickelodeon and the almighty Jhonen Vasquez. Also, JtHM, a comic series that'll eventually be crossed over, does not belong to me, either! It belongs to, once again, the almighty JHONEN! Only the fan characters belong to me. Oh, if dreams could come true, though…

 

Summary: Earth, Velec, Irk, Aloicy… The I.N.o.E., the N.A.E., and the N.o.S.… For a while, it just seemed to be gibberish that Dib's younger cousin, Jasmine, just spewed at family parties… But now he knows it's real. It couldn't get realer! Princess Brukara? 3006 A.D.? Nny? So many questions left to be answered…

 

Warnings: Really confusing plot if you don't pay enough attention… ^_^;

 

Pairings: Zim/Gaz, Dib/Gretchen (At some point), Fan characters/Fan characters, Dib/Fan Character

 

Prologue:

 

It was hardly much, but the young magician gladly took the gold the merchant gave her for the small charm: an antique from an ancient civilization once known as Irken. “Thank you, very much,” she smiled, skipping out of the marketplace with glee. Her traveling companion, a tall figure draped in a long, black cloak, sighed and followed her, not wanting to be noticed in the crowded plaza that was the Sattarian Capitol Market. It would cause much mayhem if he was noticed…

 

“I wish you had not sold my mother's brooch,” he said to the magician in a raspy, slightly annoyed tone. The magician shrugged. “Hey, we need shelter for the next couple of days, especially with the next few rain showers coming up. You wouldn't want to be caught up in the rain again, would you, Zim?” the magician asked, smirking. Zim scowled, waiting for the two to be out of the city before removing the hood of his cloak to reveal his antennae, two long feelers that were ragged slightly on the left one: a battle wound. He ruby red eyes glared at the girl a moment before he pushed her against one of the trees of the forest that lay just outside the capitol.

“Listen here, Emilass, don't mock me or I will fucking kill you,” Zim scowled. Emilass, as the girl was called, shrugged. “I'm just saying. I'm not reliable at making shelter… We may need to go to an inn if possible…” she sighed. Zim let go of her. “It must be hard being the last Irken…” she said, walking onward. Zim sighed. “If I knew she and I would make them I would have stopped it before it all happened…” Emilass laughed. “Maybe… But if you really loved her, Zim, it wouldn't have made a difference… They were born of and feed off of love: take advantage of its weakness and prospers from its power…”

 

“Damn Aloicyns…” Zim concluded.