Invader Zim: The Final Truth- Chapter Six

𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕪~ :purple_heart: (GONE) 07/21/20

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Chapter Six: Plan Revealed

Bug stood nervously at Zim’s front door. She had spent the night in her cruiser and decided to see if she was still welcome at his base. He had lots of technology and equipment that she could use, and he would kill her if she went to Dib first. She looked down at BIT, who was impatiently knocking on the door with her little hand. The door suddenly opened and GIR was standing there with a joyful look on his face.

“She’s back!!!” he exclaimed, and the two robots ran off outside.

Bug looked through the doorway and Zim was suddenly standing there, a scowl on his face. “Why are you here?”

“I would like to formally apologize for ruining your plans to kill Dib,” Bug said sarcastically. “Though it was a stupid plan to begin with, I was stupid to run away so sheepishly. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to continue living here.”

Zim stared at her in shock. “You expect a little apology to change Zim’s mind?! Pathetic!” He crossed his arms.

“Fine then, I’ll go stay with Dib, and, I don’t know, accidentally reveal your plan to him.” Bug smirked.

“AH! No! No, no. You can stay here,” Zim said, nervous. It was so easy to manipulate him. That’s why the Tallest convinced him to come here in the first place.

“That’s what I thought.”

The two exchanged one final glare before going their separate ways, Bug sitting on the couch and Zim heading down to the lab. As soon as she turned the TV on, there was knocking at the door. She groaned and got up, opening the door and being surprised that the Dib was standing there, her wig in his hands. He jumped when he saw her in the doorway.

“Bug!” he exclaimed. “I knew you’d be here. I was hoping I didn’t have to deal with Zim while trying to find you.”

“Is that my wig?” she asked.

“Oh, yes.” He held it out for her to grab. “I found it floating in the lake. Thought you might want it back.”

“Thank you.” She put the damp wig in her pak.

“I never got to thank you for saving my life yesterday,” Dib said. “Guess you really aren’t here to destroy mankind.”

“Could’ve just believed me the first time,” Bug replied. “And I couldn’t bear to watch you die because of me. You’re annoying, but you’re the only friend I’ve got here.”

“Wanna hang out after skool on Monday?” he suddenly asked. “I could show you around the city and you could in exchange, oh I don’t know, tell me what Zim’s up to?”

Bug’s eyes widened a little. If Zim knew that she spilled his plans to Dib, then she’d be dead for sure. She shook her head. She was already keeping secrets from him, so what’s another gonna do?

“Alright. Deal.” She held out her hand for Dib to shake. They waved goodbye to each other and Bug headed back inside. Suddenly, she heard Zim’s voice coming from inside of her pak. She pulled out her video transmission device and Zim appeared on the holographic screen that displayed itself in front of her. He seemed to be calling her from the lab.

“Bug! There you are!” he shouted. “Quickly! Get down here and help me with this test run!” The screen disappeared and Bug walked over to an end table near the TV. It lifted itself off the ground and Bug stood on the platform underneath. It carried her down to the lab where Zim was putting the finishing touches on something small. Bug hopped off of the platform and walked over. “Ah, excellent,” Zim said as she approached. “I need to make sure this thing works before I tell the computer to make more.” He pressed a button on a device in his hand and what Bug realized was a small microchip grew little legs and crawled over to her at an alarming speed. It jumped and latched itself onto the top of her head, and she winced at the few tiny jabs into her skin.

“Hey! That hurt!” she shouted. “You should have told me tha-” She suddenly paused as her mind cleared. She couldn’t think freely anymore, and her mind flooded with loyalty to Zim. She looked at him, an emotionless expression on her face.

“Now Bug,” he said. “Who is your supreme leader?”

“You are, master,” she said blankly.

“EXCELLENT!” Zim cheered. He pressed the button again and the chip detached itself from Bug. Her thoughts quickly returned to her and she fell over, overwhelmed.

“Wh-what happened?” she asked, suddenly not able to recall what happened moments earlier.

“My glorious creation WORKS!” Zim said. “And you just proved that! Now I shall make more and figure out a way to distribute them. The best way is probably with a crowd.” He turned back to the computers and Bug got up, rubbing her head. H-he actually did it. He made something that works.

The entire weekend Bug hadn’t seen Zim leave the lab at all. Only Monday morning did she discover he was still alive when they both left for skool. He seemed ecstatic once Ms. Bitters started talking about something called “a dance”.

“The skool board has ordered that we need more joy in the classroom environment,” the teacher explained. “And since the class pet idea didn’t work, they’ve ordered that the skool hold a dance to make the children more fond of each other.” She hissed then sat down in her chair, mumbling something Bug couldn’t quite pick up.

Zim had a look on his face that read, “THIS IS PERFECT!” She sighed as the bell rang. Everyone was heading to lunch, and Bug rushed to catch up with Zim. “Wonder what this dance thingy is,” she said to him.

[C{“Doesn’t matter what it is,” he responded. “All I need to know is that it is the PERFECT opportunity to put my plan into action!” He raised his fist as the two got in line for food. “All of the disgusting children will be gathered in one place, and my Chip-Bugs will spread with ease!”

“Chip-Bugs?” Bug asked.

“That’s what I decided to call them.” Food was placed onto their trays and Zim headed towards an empty table. Bug followed, waving at Dib as they walked past him.

After skool ended, Bug met up with Dib at the park where she had been hiding her ship. They had decided that the best way to tour the city was from the sky. She leaned against her cruiser as BIT played with a frog with GIR. They were in a small dried ravine, cleverly hidden by a thick forest of trees.

Bug pulled her disguise off and stretched her antennae, sore because of how long they’d been squashed under her wig. Dib walked out of the bushes nearby, luckily having followed her directions perfectly. He stared in amazement at the ship, walking around it to inspect it close-up.

“I haven’t seen a fully intact ship ever since Tak,” he said. “I have her’s but I’m still trying to get it to obey me.”

“Tak? You know her?” Bug asked. She hadn’t heard about her ever since she got sent to Planet Dirt after begging the Tallest to let her retake the test to become an invader.

“Oh yeah,” Dib replied. “She almost succeeded in destroying Earth, but Zim and I stopped her.”

“You and Zim worked together?” Bug shook her head and headed over to the ship’s entrance. “I thought you guys hated each other.”

“Apparently he’s willing to side with me in order to stop something that’s taking away his opportunity to conquer Earth himself.” Dib followed her into the cruiser, GIR and BIT trailing behind.

Shortly after, they took off, cruising over the tall city buildings with ease. Dib pointed out various places, such as “MacMeaties” and “Bloaty’s Pizza Hog”. Bug liked to watch how amazed he would get while looking down at everything. His eyes seemed to glow a little when they flew over his own home.

After a while of sightseeing, Bug set the ship to auto-pilot and leaned back in her seat. Dib stood awkwardly near her, as there wasn’t anywhere else to sit. BIT had climbed onto Bug’s head and fell asleep there, while GIR continued to look outside.

“So…” Dib started. “Zim’s plan?”

“Right,” Bug sighed. I can’t do this. She looked over at Dib and made a “I don’t want to tell” face at him. He frowned and took a few steps toward her seat. She moved over so he could sit as well. “It’s just that, well,” Bug said. “I just got to stay at his base and if he found out that I snitched on him, he’d kill me for sure.”

“He won’t find out,” Dib replied. He placed a hand on her shoulder. “If Zim does something absolutely terrible to mankind, I have to stop him. Neither of us will have a home if Zim takes over.”

Bug looked away from him. “Chip-Bugs.”

“Chip-what?”

“Chip-Bugs,” she repeated. “They’re these tiny mind controlling nano-chips that Zim made to flood the human minds and ultimately make them obey his every command. I didn’t think much of it until he tested one on me. They work, and they work well.”

She felt Dib’s hand let go of her as he stared in horror. “He’s gonna turn everyone into zombie-slaves! I’ve gotta stop him! Do you know anything else?”

Bug turned her head to face him. “He’s going to spread them at the skool dance. Those poor children.”

“That’s in a few days! I’ve gotta act fast. Take me home.”

Bug sighed and took control of the cruiser, turning around towards Dib’s home. She landed in his backyard and opened the door, letting him leave.

Before the door closed behind him, Dib turned around and said, “Wanna go to the dance with me?”

Bug gave a confused look. “Uh, sure.” She took off back to the ravine, a million thoughts swimming in her head. What does one do at a dance? Does Dib want me there to help stop Zim? What is he gonna do to stop him in the first place? Will Zim control Dib as well?

I sure hope not.