Aberrant Worlds (Invader Zim x Reader)

Don't Get Your Antennae in a Bunch

You blinked in disbelief. "Wait. You want to take over the Armada? Are you insane?"

"Yes." He said plainly. You clearly didn't like his response, so he continued. "Don't worry, y/n, Zim will think long and hard about the best way to defeat the Irken army. I think if I managed to destroy half of the planet of Irk on accident, Zim can destroy the Armada on purpose."

You sat up on the bed, staring out of the window. "How do you accidentally-"

"Don't worry about that!" He screeched. He quickly searched for something to change the topic to save face. His contact lenses landed on the egg project. "Ah, I see the human worm baby still hasn't hatched. Is that good?"

You facepalm to hide the smile that etched its way onto your face. "I told you, Zim. That's not how human reproduction works." He looked at you, waiting for you to continue. You blushed deeply. "When two people love each other very much-"

Zim gasped. "Zim loves y/n! Does that mean we are to hatch an Earthling? Zim is not ready for that kind of commitment!" He aimed a gun that he pulled from his Pak and pointed it at the egg.

"Wait!" You grabbed his hand and lowered the gun before he could destroy your room. "There's more to it than that Zim. I... honestly I think you should just research it yourself to save me from this embarrassing conversation."

He returned his alien weapon to his Pak. "Zim has already been doing research on human relationships. It's why Zim knows to do this before departure." He pulled you into what was probably the most awkward hug you have ever been in. You knew he was trying, so you hugged him back to the best of your ability.

Zim eyed the egg one last time before releasing you from the hug. He nodded his head once before jumping back out of the window with his Pak legs. You shut your window and finally gave yourself time to think about what he had just admitted to you. The ex-Irken invader had just told you that he loved you... in his own unique way. 

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The next morning, you fished the bottle with the egg from your backpack and placed it on your desk. Dib greeted you, taking notice that you had managed to keep the project safe. You tiredly reciprocated his greeting before returning to your daydream. The rest of the class filed in, with Zim entering just before the tardy bell rang. You can tell he looked up human reproduction. His eyes were wide and terrified as he sat stiffly. 

Ah, yes. You remember when you had to take health class.

Ms. Bitters slithered-literally- through the door and scanned the classroom. A growl escaped her thin lips. "Egg projects out now!"

The skoolchildren shared glances amongst themselves. A hushed discussion broke out around the room. They all talked of how they either broke or had eaten their eggs once they had gotten home. Ms. Bitters angrily slashed her talon like finger nails down the chalkboard to gain everyone's attention.

"Since you are all poor excuses of human beings, I will end the project today! You all failed horribly, except for Zim, Y/n, and Dib. You all receive an A." Her voice managed to echo across the room.

You and Dib excitedly shouted in glee, knowing that would mean you would easily pass the class since she never actually taught or handed out work. Zim seemed unfazed by the success of the group work. Ms. Bitters held out her hand. You placed the egg in her grip. She disturbingly cracked the egg with one of her fingernails and slurped down the yolk. You shuddered and turned away from the scene, trying to block out the slurping noises she made.

When she finished, she made her way back to the front of the room. "Now, we shall return to our usual lesson of Doomology. Today we will discuss how our economic system will likely be destroyed by a pandemic."