Invader Zim Fan Fiction ❯ Invader to Queen ❯ To Call or Not to Call ( Chapter 5 )

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Invader Zim

To Call or Not to Call

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Dib hung by his phone every minute, why was he so tormented why did he want her so close to feel her to smell her. Was he addicted to her? Was he on some kind of Pheromone Drug? He missed her even now, when would this torment end? He set the phone down and went back to the lab thinking he should really get back to work, maybe clear his head. As Dib entered though it was like she was still there, he sighed grabbing his laptop computer and taking it to the kitchen. He opened up his latest research but couldn’t focus all he could think about was Zim and his huge mistake. How could he do that? What was he thinking back then? It was his fault Zim was gone and she wasn’t coming back.

Dib threw his mouse, unable to work and walked into the lab. He swiped both arms across his desk knocking off his keyboard and all the paperwork before yelling at the room around him. Flopping down on the floor Dib sighed, he missed Zim. He peered up only to see the bag with a couple of dresses still in them, he smiled maybe there was hope, or maybe she didn’t like them.

Zim stared at her phone and sighed she set it down uncertain. She would just have to do something else, she decided ignoring her phone for the time being, she wanted to get the remainder of the bags unpacked before she talked to that, that Dib-Monster. She didn’t know why but she was starting to use monster as an endearment more than an insult, and she had stopped insulting him a while ago. She paused at one of the garments Dib had bought and she instantly missed him, she missed the old Dib too, the one who always followed her around trying to thwart her plans. She would definitely not be thwarted now, the thought made her a little sad, did she still want Dib to win all the time? She sighed folding the Skirt up and placing on the dresser. She still had to go through said dresser to remove all the drab clothing there as well. Zim wondered why she had had such a bland taste in clothes mostly green in color, with little to no variation. Bleh she almost hated it now but not because of the color itself just the lack of more. She wanted flowers too, not just green.

Once all the cloths were hung that she felt needed to be displayed she then began to throw out all of the plain cloths. She kept some of the more interesting ones, meaning all the cloth’s Gaz had made her buy, she is a great friend Zim decided. She went through each drawer one by one sorting and tossing that she barely noticed the time. She rubbed her eyes sleepily as she put the folded skirt in it’s own drawer as some of them were now empty. She turned around only to see the destruction of her room. Zim groaned not wanting to deal with it really and instead picked up her phone once again. With a huge yawn, she let it slip to the pillow as she fell asleep, maybe she would call tomorrow.

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Zim woke feeling groggy, she couldn’t figure out what the annoying sound was that grating on her nerves until she heard. “Doom-dee-doom doom doom.”

“GiR!” Zim yelled at the crazy robot.

“Oh mastah’s up,” GiR said happily. “Massive doom is coming mastah. I’m so excited!” The Tallest, Zim thought sitting straight up, that’s right she had to call them. Zim stood up and immediately felt ill.

“GiR, Fetch me the BUCKET!” Zim yelled. GiR saluted and dashed off bringing back the bucket for once. Zim proceeded to throw up the contents of her stomach.

“Oh no matah not feel well… I’ll go call Big-Head Boy!” Zim reached out and grabbed the robot effectively stopping GiR. Once she stopped puking she wiped the substance from her mouth.

“No GiR, no Big-Head Boy,” Zim said, a serious expression on her face, she didn’t want Dib to see her that way. Her antennae waved a bit and she noticed they were longer than before and curled up in almost three complete circles. “Ugh, do all Female Irkens have this curling?” she looked into the mirror and had to look again, lashes were now there which irritated her, she hadn’t noticed them until now. She sighed and collected her self before going to the bathroom she grabbed a towel to wipe her tongue and mouth before heading down to the lab. Once down there she spoke, “Computer I need a full scan now.” The computer complied slowly at first.

“Hm, you have an anomaly, very tiny anomaly,” it replied as though annoyed. Zim pulled the screen closer but didn’t see anything.

“Where?” Zim asked. The image suddenly zoomed in a few times and enhanced before a mechanical arm came down to point at the tiny spec.

“There,” the computer replied. Zim gasped and stared at it like it was not even remotely possible. GiR leapt by before stopping and staring too, the robot suddenly began to jump around insanely.

“Mastah gunna have little mastah eeeheeheeheheehee.” GiR said whooping and running around. He stopped suddenly and stood there just smiling. “I’m gunna make waffles!” Zim sighed in exasperation before turning off the screen and turning to her mega-computer and began to call her Tallest. The screen immediately showed the two Tallest who seemed excited to see her. Red waved his antennae but purple suddenly burst out with an unusual response throwing Zim off.

“Queen Zimsera!” Tallest purple, yelled in his excitement. Zim looked on confused as red elbowed purple who immediately waved his antennae. Zim closed her eyes and waved her antennae back as she remembered herself.

“My queen, you are safe?” Tallest Red asked.

“Of course I am, would you expect any less of your Queen?” she asked. They grinned uncomfortably, as though they should have known she would be fine.

“But you haven’t mated right? That means you will die soon,” Tallest Purple said. Tallest Red suddenly elbowed Tallest Purple.

“My queen what he means is...” Tallest Red tried to explain.

“No need, I have mated,” Zim said suddenly angry at the two. “What is taking the Massive so long to get here? How far are you from me?” She suddenly wanted to be among her people but her thoughts went back to Dib and she instantly felt guilty. She watched as the Almighty Tallest stood there mouth’s gaping in shock.

“Your mated!?” Tallest Purple asked grinning.

“Wait, what do you mean you mated?” Tallest Red asked. “To an invader? Another Irken? There wasn’t one anywhere near you…” He gasped. “YOU MATED WITH ANOTHER SPECIES!?” Zim flinched, Tallest Red really was the smarter one. Tallest Purple stopped celebrating when he heard Tallest Red say the last bit and his antennae drooped.

“But that’s...” Tallest Purple began. “Impossible?” Tallest Red peered at the other Tallest in annoyance.

“That means her spawn will not be entirely smeet in nature, it will be a hybrid,” Tallest Red looked at her in anger. “How could you?” Zim glared the Tallest in all her fury.

“How could I not? You were the ones who sent me here in the first place! You were the ones that kept secrets!” Zim yelled. The two Tallest shrunk back in terror, angering the queen was considered treason which, if the queen so chose, would be punishable by death.

“We didn’t know,” Tallest Red replied now appearing to be somewhat ashamed at his own behavior. “Did you at least get some benefit from this mating?”

“I’m immune to this filthy planets water now,” Zim guessed. “What was with, that name My Tallest called me?”

“Queen Zimsera, mostly an honorific, the last queen was originally named Quen so the sera was tacked on, as with every previous queen or so I read,” Tallest Red explained. “And that is to be your Queen name now, Zimsera.”

“Hmm, I like it, Queen Zimsera is my new name computer remember it!” Zimsera said to the lab walls. The computer didn’t respond, however irritating Zimsera.

“Well if it doesn’t remember it our technicians will invade and completely rework it’s pretty little mainframe,” Tallest Red threatened.

“Fine, Queen Zimsera data-banked,” the computer replied seeming a bit nervous about the Almighty Tallest’s threat.

“Works every time,” Tallest Purple remarked the obvious to Zimsera. The Queen laughed at that, but she started to feel drowsy again, she seriously wanted to know what was going on.

“Your PAK needs an upgrade my queen,” Tallest Red said, matter-of-factually. A technician suddenly hacked Zim’s computer and mechanical arms came down to support Zim. “Please give the technicians permission to work.”

“Yes, I give the Technicians permission to upgrade my PAK,” she said before fading out of consciousness. The mechanical arms got to work immediately using several of the labs own resources to supplement the PAK’s energy source and it’s recharge capabilities. Zimsera woke hours later when the upgrade was complete and the computer was returned to normal. She could have sworn the computer was arguing with her Tallest but all arguing and noise stopped as Zimsera stood up feeling one-hundred percent better.

“Your PAK was sending you into sleep mode to recharge itself but now it should recharge well enough on it’s own,” the technician told Queen Zimsera. He seemed to suddenly realize his mistake and waved his antennae and used her honorific. “My apologies Queen Zimsera, I meant no disrespect.”

“Oversight noted, do not let it happen again,” Zimsera grumbled. Zimsera looked to her phone and noticed it was already noon, looks like work would have to wait another day. “How long before the Massive is here?”

“We’re still pretty far away,” Tallest Purple replied, his eyes glazing.

“Three more weeks at least if we are lucky,” Tallest Red replied. “And your mate better be acceptable or else.” She glared at her Tallest who seemed to whither slightly. “What I mean is he won’t be able to leave your rooms if he isn’t. Anyway if we killed your mate it would be the same as killing you, no matter how much we would want to we couldn’t.”

“Of course there will be snacks now!” Tallest Purple added. “And some other stuff.”

“There will be rules to look over and possibly to change when you get here,” Tallest Red added.

“So I can choose when I get there?” Zimsera asked. “I have important things to attend to my tallest.”

“Yes my queen,” both of the Tallest replied simultaneously waving their antennae as she cut the call. Zimsera began to run some tests on her light-pink blood and a few other samples as well. She lost focus somewhere along the way as she thought of Dib. What was he up to today, she wondered. The computer threw two things at her then, she glowered and picked up the squishy humps. She placed to them to her chest and the suctioned on blending perfectly. She was pleased that they poked the dress out in such a way. Human-monkeys would stare at her most definitely. She would wear a bra tomorrow at work, she almost couldn’t wait for Dib to see her.

The next day, Zim decided to go back to work finally, sort of hoping to see Dib but also scared.

“Has Dib been around?” Zimsera asked the receptionist as though she didn’t really care. But she did, for some reason she was missing her Life-Mate and she wanted him near but she was afraid she was only an experiment to him.

“He hasn’t been to work since he told the boss you were sick and that was almost a week ago,” she replied, it was almost as though she were annoyed. “Honestly I hope he doesn’t come back.” She leaned forward to whisper conspiratorially. “To tell you the truth, he’s a psychopath keeps saying your an alien when he comes in, Craaazy!” She laughed a bit at the last part. “But seriously that guy has some serious issues.” Zimsera bit back a mean retort.

“Yea, he’s crazy alright,” Zimsera agreed, half-heartedly. She walked away to her section of the lab and pulled out her phone out once again. It was off but she wanted to call, she was worried, if Dib didn’t come to work then maybe something bad had happened, maybe he was hurt. She heard footsteps approach and spun around defensively.

“Whoa, easy,” Ted said, holding out his hands. “It’s just me, Ted. By the way, I didn’t know Zim was a girl’s name. How have you been? I heard you were sick.” Zimsera relaxed, Ted was a mostly harmless idiot.

“Yea, much better, I found out I may be pregnant, so I will be taking an extended leave soon,” Zimsera replied.

“Unexpected pregnancy?” Ted asked. “Hope it wasn’t a one night thing.”

“No, it’s someone I’m dating,” Zimsera lied. “They don’t know about it yet, but I am going to tell them the good news soon.” It was true that Zimsera hadn’t called Dib but she wanted to, but it was hard and only getting harder by the day to bring herself to call and tell him. After all it wasn’t the only terrifying news she had to share. The Massive was also on the way and after the way her Tallest spoke to her they may not give her the choice to leave the planet alone. She barely talked them down from killing Dib since she was bonded to him. How will she keep her people from destroying this poor, pitiful and filthy little planet?

“Ah I take it he might not be so keen?” Ted asked. Zim gave a weak smile. “Hey if you need any help with the baby, let me know, money, cloths, food and non-deadbeat dad, you name it.” Zim giggled at that.

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind Ted,” She replied. “But I think everything will work out, somehow.”

“Yea, it will,” he replied. “Well I gotta get back to my project. See you around.” Zim grinned, she hadn’t known that Ted cared so much, he seemed like too nice of a guy when she first started work here. She treated him so poorly but he never faltered, not that he couldn’t be hard on people either. He was nice but not a push over. And he had obviously noticed her chest humps which made her exceptionally proud of her idea, well Gaz’s idea anyway.

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*Intercept’s* Well here we are guys chappie five!!! and I already so super excited about the next chappie. Btw until Zimsera tells Dib of her name change he will still refer to her as Zim from his point of view and all sentences in his PoV will refer to her as Zim at least until she explains.

~Sneak Peek~

The moment the door opened Dib’s eye-line dropped to her chest. Dib couldn’t seem to stop staring at Zim, or more importantly her chest. When did she grow those? He reached out but Zimsera slapped his hand away from her.

“Apology first!” she told him. She looked rather smug about it however, as though she had expected his unusual reaction to her sizable breasts. He gulped still wanting to see if they were actually real or not. After all they were so very life-like and they jiggled too!