The two took their usual seats in Miss Bitters' classroom. As they sat down, the lesson began—another one of Miss Bitters' famously grim and doom-filled lectures. While pretending to focus on the lesson, Dib and Tak occasionally exchanged glances and whispered quietly, careful not to disrupt the class.
"Hey, at least we got lucky this time," Dib murmured. "But we probably won't be so lucky next time."
Tak, struggling to keep her eyelids from drooping, nodded and replied, "Agreed. We mustn't fail Miss Bitters again."
Meanwhile, at the back of the classroom, Gretchen watched the two with a scowl. She didn't like how close Tak and Dib had become. Tak, in her eyes, was now a greater threat than Dib himself.
"It should be me sitting next to him. Me!" Gretchen thought angrily, glaring at Tak as she stewed in her jealousy. She began plotting her next move to interfere with Dib and Tak's relationship.
The bell finally rang, and the students rushed from their seats, eager to get to their next classes. Dib and Tak stayed back, chatting as they gathered their things.
"Well, that was a long day of schoolwork," Dib said, rubbing his hair with a sigh.
"It most certainly was," Tak agreed. Then she added, "Hey, Dib, do you want to come by my house later? I know it's a school night, but just for a little bit. How does that sound?"
Dib grinned and happily accepted. They parted ways for now, each heading to their respective homes, planning to meet again at Tak's house later that evening. Meanwhile, aboard the Massive, Zim sat in his cell, still plotting his escape. His frustration was palpable.
"Why is it so hard to break out of this puny cell? I am ZIM! I should have solved this by now! But why is it taking—"
Suddenly, a literal lightbulb appeared above his head, resting atop his antennas. "Aha! I've got it!" he exclaimed.
Zim lay down on the floor, groaning dramatically. "HELP! HELP! ZIM NEEDS ASSISTANCE! MY BODY IS ACHING AND ABOUT TO EXPLODE!"
Footsteps echoed down the hallway as a guard rushed to the cell. The door slid open, revealing an Irken guard armed with a shock spear.
"Irken, what is the meaning of this? What's wrong with—"
Before the guard could finish, Zim leapt up and punched him square in the face. The guard stumbled back, crashing into the wall. Before he could recover, Zim's PAK leg lashed out, stabbing the guard and rendering him lifeless.
"Now that I'm free, I need to find a way off this ship," Zim muttered to himself, grabbing the shock spear. "But I'll need a companion... Hmm, yes. I'll create a SIR unit!"
He dashed through the ship, searching for a room containing spare SIR unit parts. To his surprise, there seemed to be a lack of patrols in the hallways. After a few minutes, he found the storage room and began assembling his new companion.
In mere moments, the SIR unit came to life. Its eyes glowed blue, but something about this unit was... different.
"Greetings! GIR reporting for duty!" the robot announced, saluting with its eyes briefly glowing red.
"GIR? What does the G stand for?" Zim asked, tilting his head in confusion.
"I dunno!" GIR replied with a blank stare, his eyes turning blue again.
An awkward silence filled the room before GIR suddenly started giggling and pounding his head with his fists in a ridiculous manner.
"Ugh, are you supposed to be stupid?" Zim asked, clearly unimpressed.
GIR paused, giving Zim another blank stare.
"You know what? Never mind," Zim said, shaking his head. "We have to get out of here, GIR!"
Grabbing GIR by the arm, Zim raced through the ship's corridors, making his way to the docking bay. Miraculously, there were still no guards in sight. The bay was empty, and the ships were unguarded.
"This is my lucky day!" Zim declared, boarding a Voot Cruiser with GIR and the shock spear in tow. Back in the control room, the Tallest monitored the ship's systems.
"Hey, Red, why do I have this feeling that Zim somehow escaped?" Purple asked nervously.
"Zim? Impossible," Red replied dismissively. "He's locked up tighter than a clogged fuel line. There's no way he got out."
"Uh, my Tallest?" a nervous navigator interrupted.
Red sighed. "What is it now?"
The navigator gulped. "One of the defectives—Zim—has escaped. He's loose on the ship."
Both Tallest Red and Purple froze for a moment, then yelled in unison, "Are you kidding me?! How did that stinker of an invader get out?!"
Before the navigator could explain, Red, in a fit of rage, slammed the airlock button, ejecting the poor Irken into the void of space.
"Why did I just do that?" Red muttered, realizing what he'd done. "I really need to stop overreacting."
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Invader Tak (DATR)
Fanfiction(what if Tak went to Earth instead of Zim but their roles were switched he goes after for revenge and she's is sent to exile on earth on a fake mission.) Dib was listening his transmission device that could pick up light years away, transmissions fr...
