WUH BAM
HELLS YEAH! THAT INVADER ZIM MARATHON INSPIRED THE HELL OUT OF ME. For those of you that missed Chapter 4, you can find it here.
Title: Invader Ben
Chapter: 5/?
Author: GraviTiger, except for that huge ass paragraph, that was all Bacon
Series: Ben 10: Alien Force/Invader Zim
Pairings: BeVin and a smidge of ZaDr
AN: Woooo you get to meet my Irken OC in this chapter! Usually I wouldn’t use them because I myself find them just a wee bit annoying, but unfortunately he is essential to the plot. Hopefully you don’t hate him too much.
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The screen in front of Zim’s face showed what seemed to be the Irken equivalent of a loading bar for a second before the screen widened out to show a blue eyed Irken in a surgical mask who seemed to be in the middle of operating on something.
“Zim this had better be important, and not more ramblings about this human you call ‘Dib-thing’,” said the Irken, without even so much as a glance at the screen.
Zim sputtered for a few seconds before screaming at the blue eyed Irken, “ LIES! ZIM DOES NOT ALWAYS TALK ABOUT THE DIB-THING! ZIM TELLS YOU ABOUT HIS MISSIONS, AND….and….and…”
The Irken sighed and rolled his eyes, “Zim if you just called me to yell at me then I’m going to hang up; some of us actually have work to do.”
“NONONONONONONOO! ZIM IS INJURED, and may have injured a dirt monkey, heh heh,” Zim answered, trying to cover up his sheepishness with bamfiness.
The blue eyed Irken finished his procedure, removed his mask, and glared at Zim. “What on Irk did you do this time?”
Zim proceeded to inform the blue eyed Irken of the situation; next to him Ben slowly started to open his eyes.
“Unnnngh, where am I?” he asked as he attempted to move, but found himself restrained by Kevin’s hand which was busy applying pressure to Ben’s shoulder in order stop him from bleeding, which he had more or less succeeded in doing.
“We’re still in Zim’s lab. You were out for a few mintues there, I was starting to think you’d died,” Kevin answered as he refused to look Ben in the eyes and unconsciously held him tighter.
Ben winced at the sudden tightness, his throat itching uncomfortably. He tried to keep still because any movement just sent more pain searing through his body, but eventually his throat spasmed. He started to cough erratically. With his chest starting to heave a bit, he figured that trying to stay still was a bit of a moot point and brought a hand up to his mouth to stop from spreading his boy cooties around. Coughing wetly, he sputtered, spitting the thin, gross phlegm from his lungs into his hand. “Gross,” he made a weak face, shaking his hand off by his side. Little scarlet droplets sprayed onto the already grimy tile. He stuck his tongue out at the blood, assuming it was from his arm. He noticed Kevin shooting him a wary look, eyes darting from Ben’s face to his offensively red hand. Ben rolled his eyes; who knew a tough mechanic would end up being such a mother hen? He tried to point this out to the fussy boy, but all that came out was another disgusting sputter. Another thin spray of red erupted like a tiny, phlegmy, painful volcano. And then it hit him (and Kevin, whose face was now peppered with the gross little pinpricks): he was coughing blood.
Kevin had flinched involuntarily when the spray of blood hit his face, but at the moment all he really could think about was Ben’s safety. “Zim get that doctor of yours here now,” he said shakily while staring at the horrified look on Ben’s face.
Zim waved a dismissive hand at him, “ Do not worry pig filth, Zyphoid will be here in 2 earth minutes. Your love monkey should consider himself lucky that Zim knows one of the best Irken doctors, and that he was only a solar system away.”
Another gut wrenching hack filled the room as Ben proceeded to cough up more blood, staining the arm of his jacket as he attempted to block the spray of blood.
“GET HIM HERE NOW! BEN IS GOING TO DIE,” Kevin screamed at the dismissive Irken, his voice cracking a little in as his panic level rose.
The Irken glared at him, his breathing sped up, and managed to choke out, “Zim said he’d be here in two minutes, HE’LL BE HERE IN TWO MINUTES,” before clutching his still bleeding side in agony.
Dib rushed over to his arch enemy and quickly applied pressure to Zim’s wound. “You really shouldn’t get riled up when you’re as injured as you are Space Boy.”
“Zim doesn’t need your help Dib-thing,” the Irken replied as he tried in vain to remove the human’s hand.
A small blush spread to Dib’s face and he was about to retort when the main computer in Zim’s base informed him that ‘Taller Zyphoid’ was arriving, he could faintly hear the ship docking overhead, followed by the sounds of a quickened walking pace. Then the doors to the lab opened.
In walked a blue eyed Irken who was clad in a uniform similar to Zim’s but in the same shade of blue as his eyes. The Irken was taller than most, hence the title ‘Taller Zyphoid. He seemed to be carrying a medical bag of sorts, and quickly walked over to where the injured parties lay.
“I’m assuming you’re the Dib-thing,” he said as he stared at the human currently attempting to save Zim’s life.
“Yeah, that would be me, Dib Membrane, I’d shake your hand but I’m currently preoccupied,” Dib responded.
The blue eyed Irken gave the equivalent of an eye roll and looked over to his other charge, “And you much be Ben Tennyson and Kevin Levin. The wielder of the Omnitrix and one of the most notorious space bandits to ever, you two make quite the odd couple.”
“CAN YOU PLEASE STOP TALKING AND FIX BEN?” Kevin yelled at the somewhat stoic Irken.
“I’ll kindly fix them both, if you two would get out of my way so I could do so.”
Title: Invader Ben
Chapter: 5/?
Author: GraviTiger, except for that huge ass paragraph, that was all Bacon
Series: Ben 10: Alien Force/Invader Zim
Pairings: BeVin and a smidge of ZaDr
AN: Woooo you get to meet my Irken OC in this chapter! Usually I wouldn’t use them because I myself find them just a wee bit annoying, but unfortunately he is essential to the plot. Hopefully you don’t hate him too much.
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The screen in front of Zim’s face showed what seemed to be the Irken equivalent of a loading bar for a second before the screen widened out to show a blue eyed Irken in a surgical mask who seemed to be in the middle of operating on something.
“Zim this had better be important, and not more ramblings about this human you call ‘Dib-thing’,” said the Irken, without even so much as a glance at the screen.
Zim sputtered for a few seconds before screaming at the blue eyed Irken, “ LIES! ZIM DOES NOT ALWAYS TALK ABOUT THE DIB-THING! ZIM TELLS YOU ABOUT HIS MISSIONS, AND….and….and…”
The Irken sighed and rolled his eyes, “Zim if you just called me to yell at me then I’m going to hang up; some of us actually have work to do.”
“NONONONONONONOO! ZIM IS INJURED, and may have injured a dirt monkey, heh heh,” Zim answered, trying to cover up his sheepishness with bamfiness.
The blue eyed Irken finished his procedure, removed his mask, and glared at Zim. “What on Irk did you do this time?”
Zim proceeded to inform the blue eyed Irken of the situation; next to him Ben slowly started to open his eyes.
“Unnnngh, where am I?” he asked as he attempted to move, but found himself restrained by Kevin’s hand which was busy applying pressure to Ben’s shoulder in order stop him from bleeding, which he had more or less succeeded in doing.
“We’re still in Zim’s lab. You were out for a few mintues there, I was starting to think you’d died,” Kevin answered as he refused to look Ben in the eyes and unconsciously held him tighter.
Ben winced at the sudden tightness, his throat itching uncomfortably. He tried to keep still because any movement just sent more pain searing through his body, but eventually his throat spasmed. He started to cough erratically. With his chest starting to heave a bit, he figured that trying to stay still was a bit of a moot point and brought a hand up to his mouth to stop from spreading his boy cooties around. Coughing wetly, he sputtered, spitting the thin, gross phlegm from his lungs into his hand. “Gross,” he made a weak face, shaking his hand off by his side. Little scarlet droplets sprayed onto the already grimy tile. He stuck his tongue out at the blood, assuming it was from his arm. He noticed Kevin shooting him a wary look, eyes darting from Ben’s face to his offensively red hand. Ben rolled his eyes; who knew a tough mechanic would end up being such a mother hen? He tried to point this out to the fussy boy, but all that came out was another disgusting sputter. Another thin spray of red erupted like a tiny, phlegmy, painful volcano. And then it hit him (and Kevin, whose face was now peppered with the gross little pinpricks): he was coughing blood.
Kevin had flinched involuntarily when the spray of blood hit his face, but at the moment all he really could think about was Ben’s safety. “Zim get that doctor of yours here now,” he said shakily while staring at the horrified look on Ben’s face.
Zim waved a dismissive hand at him, “ Do not worry pig filth, Zyphoid will be here in 2 earth minutes. Your love monkey should consider himself lucky that Zim knows one of the best Irken doctors, and that he was only a solar system away.”
Another gut wrenching hack filled the room as Ben proceeded to cough up more blood, staining the arm of his jacket as he attempted to block the spray of blood.
“GET HIM HERE NOW! BEN IS GOING TO DIE,” Kevin screamed at the dismissive Irken, his voice cracking a little in as his panic level rose.
The Irken glared at him, his breathing sped up, and managed to choke out, “Zim said he’d be here in two minutes, HE’LL BE HERE IN TWO MINUTES,” before clutching his still bleeding side in agony.
Dib rushed over to his arch enemy and quickly applied pressure to Zim’s wound. “You really shouldn’t get riled up when you’re as injured as you are Space Boy.”
“Zim doesn’t need your help Dib-thing,” the Irken replied as he tried in vain to remove the human’s hand.
A small blush spread to Dib’s face and he was about to retort when the main computer in Zim’s base informed him that ‘Taller Zyphoid’ was arriving, he could faintly hear the ship docking overhead, followed by the sounds of a quickened walking pace. Then the doors to the lab opened.
In walked a blue eyed Irken who was clad in a uniform similar to Zim’s but in the same shade of blue as his eyes. The Irken was taller than most, hence the title ‘Taller Zyphoid. He seemed to be carrying a medical bag of sorts, and quickly walked over to where the injured parties lay.
“I’m assuming you’re the Dib-thing,” he said as he stared at the human currently attempting to save Zim’s life.
“Yeah, that would be me, Dib Membrane, I’d shake your hand but I’m currently preoccupied,” Dib responded.
The blue eyed Irken gave the equivalent of an eye roll and looked over to his other charge, “And you much be Ben Tennyson and Kevin Levin. The wielder of the Omnitrix and one of the most notorious space bandits to ever, you two make quite the odd couple.”
“CAN YOU PLEASE STOP TALKING AND FIX BEN?” Kevin yelled at the somewhat stoic Irken.
“I’ll kindly fix them both, if you two would get out of my way so I could do so.”