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Even in Death (Prologue)
“Incoming message from the Tallest.”
Zim didn't catch the message at first, but when he did, he shakily moved from his crouch on his lab's floor. His Tallest needed him. They had to know that his mission would soon be complete. It's only hindrance gone.
Zim didn't notice his wobble as he neared the computer. Nor did it register that when he ordered the computer for a chair that the action of sitting while speaking with his Tallest was unusual. They had to know.
“Zim.” he looked up slowly, not having noticed the video coming on. They had to know.
“My Tallest,” He was becoming more aware, “I have news you'd like to hear.”
“Zim.” One said irritated. “We were talking.”
“Whuh?” They were?
Red sighed, “Look Zim, the Irken armada has encountered a rather big nuisance.”
“Yeah.” Came Tallest Purple's muffled intervention. “That stupid group Resisty or whatever just atta
Even in Death ch. 1
Ch. 1 Being the Paranormal
/So. I'm dead./
/Zim f*cking sucks. THIS IS JUST GREAT!/ He felt, incomplete... Like if he wasn't solid. It didn't seem like he even had hands or even eyes despite his better vision. Like if he lacked, well. a BODY. /Well at least being a ghost is kind of cool- WAIT NO IT'S NOT!!!/
/I'M DEAD AND ZIM'S GOING TO DESTROY THE EARTH NOW!/
Dib's spirit. Thing. Floated in Zim's barren lab. It must have been hours, days perhaps, because the invader seemed absent. Time does flow differently in death. Dib 'sighed' in his bodiless mist form; he was pretty sure he couldn't be seen in his new dead-immortal- infinitely death whatever! He is a paranormal investigator after all.
/Ughhhhh! What am I going to do!? I CAN'T DO ANYTHING LIKE THIS! Zim won! I can't believe he-NO!!! THERE MUST BE A WAY!/ Dib's spirit rose a bit in vigor.
/Think. Let's see..., ghost can become poltergeist! But that requires consuming a lot of emotional energy... damn./
/HOLD ON! The Meekrob are
“HAHAHAHAHAHAAA!” came Zim's echoing cackle, and the green alien proceeded to wipe a fake tear from his eye, “That's a good one sirs.” A dark figure moved quickly, silently within the lab.
His tall leaders didn't look content on the monitor. “Zim,” The dark figure stopped behind a experiment container, intrigued eyes pointed toward the conversation. “We weren't joking.” Tallest Red continued with a scowl.
“Eh?” Zim looked perplexed, “Oh do you mean my mission is no longer a secret?” Zim chuckled, placing his hands on his hips, “Yes all of Irk must now know of my amazing success.”
The being rolled his eyes, stepping closer to see the interaction. The light revealing Dib's human face.
The one with purple eyes sighed, and the one with red, “As a joke Zim!” He bellowed. Dib froze. “You were never an invader! Your mission was an attempt to kill you. And when you found Earth and failed at co
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