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My Invader Zim story. It's only one chapter long so far, but I just finished chapter 1 last week. I'm working on chapter 2 right now. It doesn't have too many reviews yet.
Name Day of Reckoning
Rating PG-13/T, depending on the rating system used.
Genre I have it listed in sci-fi/drama, I think, but it also falls into action/adventure
Author Me, but on ff.net I'm Amethyst Fluff
Warnings Very mild romance. (underlying Dib/Gretchen, brief one-sided Keef/Zim, implied Dib/Tak)
Summary Six years (give or take, I haven't been officially stated in the story) after the series. Earth is in the middle of a massive World War, leaving it defenseless. Fifty humans have been captured and are now on Irk being held as slaves. Earth's only hope lies lightyears away, and if he doesn't watch his step he may martyr himself before he has a chance to save his planet.
Preview
The door swished open-a sound they had not heard in a month-followed by a metallic click. Dib jumped to his feet, balling his fists in anticipation of some sort of struggle. With three more clicks of metal against metal, the Irken appeared in the doorway perched on four mechanical limbs. The wicked smirk he wore should have been enough to tell anyone of them that something was about to happen.
Had it been five months earlier, the humans might have gasped in terror and scrambled out of the diminutive alien’s way, but by this time the Earthlings were broken in body and spirit, and few cared to do any more than look up at him with hollow, zombie-like eyes. It only went to show how weak and pathetic the humans were-no Irken would give up so easily. The Invader snarled, narrowing his magenta eyes and climbing over the humans. They were useless to him. He folded his arms across his chest authoritatively, sending a mental command to the mechanical legs. The four artificial limbs bend in obedience, bringing him down to the human’s height.
“Zim,” Dib said coldly. He glanced back at Gretchen, who scooted away as far as she could without having to go around someone.
“Dibstink,” Zim seethed, curling his lips in disgust.
Link http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2775139/1/
Name Day of Reckoning
Rating PG-13/T, depending on the rating system used.
Genre I have it listed in sci-fi/drama, I think, but it also falls into action/adventure
Author Me, but on ff.net I'm Amethyst Fluff
Warnings Very mild romance. (underlying Dib/Gretchen, brief one-sided Keef/Zim, implied Dib/Tak)
Summary Six years (give or take, I haven't been officially stated in the story) after the series. Earth is in the middle of a massive World War, leaving it defenseless. Fifty humans have been captured and are now on Irk being held as slaves. Earth's only hope lies lightyears away, and if he doesn't watch his step he may martyr himself before he has a chance to save his planet.
Preview
The door swished open-a sound they had not heard in a month-followed by a metallic click. Dib jumped to his feet, balling his fists in anticipation of some sort of struggle. With three more clicks of metal against metal, the Irken appeared in the doorway perched on four mechanical limbs. The wicked smirk he wore should have been enough to tell anyone of them that something was about to happen.
Had it been five months earlier, the humans might have gasped in terror and scrambled out of the diminutive alien’s way, but by this time the Earthlings were broken in body and spirit, and few cared to do any more than look up at him with hollow, zombie-like eyes. It only went to show how weak and pathetic the humans were-no Irken would give up so easily. The Invader snarled, narrowing his magenta eyes and climbing over the humans. They were useless to him. He folded his arms across his chest authoritatively, sending a mental command to the mechanical legs. The four artificial limbs bend in obedience, bringing him down to the human’s height.
“Zim,” Dib said coldly. He glanced back at Gretchen, who scooted away as far as she could without having to go around someone.
“Dibstink,” Zim seethed, curling his lips in disgust.
Link http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2775139/1/