By: Amethyst Soul

Disclaimer: Hmmm... well seeing as this is my first IZ fic, I better do this. Don't sue me, Jhonen. I only admire your wonderfully creative work! ((::everyone mutters:: Brown noser...)) :-) Seriously. I don't own Invader Zim. I couldn't. I'm not insane enough. Hopefully this story will resemble any likeness to the insaneness of the actual story... I wasn't even meaning to write this one first. I'm actually also in the middle of my other IZ fic... "Four Squares" ((YES it's a ZAGR... it is also a drama... and a future fic))... but due to the fact that it'll take awhile to write, this one will come first. So enjoy, hate, whatever. It's just another story to add to the IZ collection.

Prologue
It was a gloriously cold and dark day. Suited for Zim, the little green pest from Irk. Though he feared the rain, the weather was of no hindrance to him, because he had arrived home at skool fast enough to avoid from being attacked by those horrible drops of acidic filth.
As he got home, he flopped on the couch where, surprisingly, Gir wasn't. He looked outside lazily, where the threatening clouds were beginning to accumulate- thick, velvet black wisps of cotton, and every so often gave a resounding blast of thunder. It thundered earlier that day at school as well. There, Zim was afraid, but he tried not to show it in case Dib would accuse him of being 'inhuman' for fearing such a loud noise. It was of no avail of Dib's anyway, because the other students, including Dib, were just as jumpy as he was around the thunder. As soon as the bell rang, everyone fled out the classroom faster than usual to get home in order to avoid the imminent storm.
Presently, Zim sat up to yawn. "Gir!" he yelled. "Gir, where are you?" He stood up, irritated now, and walked into the next room. Gir was cuddling up against the microwave, obviously fast asleep. Zim sighed and decided not to disturb him, then stepped into the trash can toward his lab. It was time to work on his invention... an ingenious invention. The Death Invention of Impending Doom II. (DIID).
Quietly he tediously worked for hours. The condition outside had worsened but it had not yet break into an eruption of any sign of a storm yet. Suddenly, Zim heard... the sound.
Looking up from his work, he thought it might be Gir... the robot that he had been given to complete his mission to take over Earth... only now he believed the seemingly malfunctioning 'advanced' robot was a test of some sort to make his mission more difficult.
"If I ignore him," Zim thought, "Maybe he will go away." He returned to work again and then a few minutes later there it was again... the sound.
Drip... scratch... drip... drip... drip... scratch.
"Of all the stupid, asinine..." Zim mumbled, standing up. "Gir! GIR! I know you're in here! What did I tell you about bothering me when I'm in the middle of my apocalyptic inventions which will bring doom upon this filthy planet?"
No answer.
"Gir!"
Drip... drip... drip...
"Gir?"
Scratch...
From behind him, what could only be described as a dark shadowy figure... thingie... jumped out from behind a corner. That was definitely not Gir.
"Ahhhh!"
The figure pushed Zim down and they engaged in a mess of flinging arms and hands. He peered closely on his attacker...
"Dib!" he yelled, leaping back. "What are YOU doing here, foul beast?"
Dib grinned that goofy, even-toothed smile of his, and raised a large metal object that resembled a metallic-colored mallet. "I've worked on this for a long time, Zim. Now it's *your* turn to meet MY impending doom." A bolt of lightning flashed outside.
Zim shuddered for only a moment, then leapt out of the way as the huge metal weapon slammed down, crushing the floor and leaving a huge, perfectly round imprint almost an inch deep on the floor.
"You know... you could have used a really big hammer and got the same effect, DIB," Zim sneered.
"Yes..." Dib answered in a mocking tone, "But can a really big hammer do this?" He pressed a red button on the handle of the weapon and four long metal arms protruded from it, each containing some sharp object on the end that would look horribly painful if it ever came into contact with anything of flesh. "See these, Zim? These are all the tools that'll be used on you once everyone finds out who you really are, and decide to dissect you. Limb from disgusting alien limb." He lifted it high up again and brought it down, hard. Zim jumped out of the way, his head missing it by inches. With every wild swing, Zim jumped, ducked, and dodged. They missed him and he raised his arms in triumph.
"Ha! My reflexes are too fast for you," he pointed an accusing finger, "You insipid, inferior, human monkey."
"I just got started, Zim." He brought the weapon up again and Zim took this moment to frantically look for an escape, where he could get to his OWN weapons and fairly match this cowardly being. When Zim glanced at Dib again, he saw that the weapon was not aimed at him.
"What's this?" Dib asked curiously, looking the DIID over. "A weapon? A machine? Some apocalyptic invention which will bring doom upon MY planet?"
"No! Dib... it's a blender."
"A blender."
"Yes. Oh what a glorious blender it is!"
"Where would you get a blender that size?"
"I...," Zim thought frantically back to the human television that Gir watched so habitually. "I got it from one of those infomercials. Nice piece of work, isn't it?"
"Oh... I see. Thought you could pull the wool over my eyes, didn't you?" Dib narrowed his eyes at his foe.
"Whatever do you mean?"
"You were planning to push me into it! And blend me! And then you were planning to blend the rest of humanity with me, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU?"
Zim cocked an eyebrow and nodded solemnly. "Yes Dib. Yes I was. But... heh, heh. I can't pull the fool over your eyes... or whatever you said. So I'll just send it back to those infomercial guys and-"
Dib let out a cackling laugh and raised his weapon.
"No! Don't!" Zim yelled. Dib wasn't aware of the capabilities of the invention. Of course it wasn't a blender... it was something much, much more temperamental. Much more vital.
Dib didn't listen. "Sorry Zim. But I'm not letting you blend humanity into human smoothies!"
Zim knew what a smoothie was. "That's disgusting. I don't eat humans... much less drink them. They're..." he shuddred, "Gross."
"Save it for the judge, Zim. Or even better, for the scientists who'll cut you open while you're still alive and kicking!" Dib flung the weapon and it smashed into the machine.
"My weapon!" Zim yelled. "That FOOL human," he thought. "He doesn't know it's capabilities!"
There was a huge spark, and the machine burst into flames. From behind there came a sudden, loud voice.
"Master! We have company!" It was Gir. But Gir wasn't talking about Dib. Instead, standing next to him, was Dib's younger, gothic sister, Gaz. "Ooooh," Gir said once he spotted the fire. "Are we having a party?"
"No Gir, this is not a party! Out! OUT!" he yelled. "THIS THING WILL EXPLODE!"
"Why are you here, Gaz?" Dib asked, putting his hands on his hips and ignoring Zim's rant.
"Dad sent me to get you... though I'm sure he wouldn't notice if I didn't come back with you anyway. Said there's a huge storm coming. I knew you were probably here, but when I didn't see you outside, I let myself in... and that talking dog thing told me where you two were."
"STAY here, then!" the Irken boy yelled. "You fool! That was no blender! And I'm leaving before it IMPLODES and makes a black hold right in this room!"
"I thought you said it would explode," Dib commented.
"Implode, explode, what's the difference?" Zim wavered his hand. "EITHER WAY IT MEANS WE'RE GOING TO BE-"
FLASH! BOOM!
Suddenly, outside, a bolt of lightning cracked through the sky. It attracted to the burning weapon inside Zim's house and ripped through the roof, striking the inferno. A huge rumbling sound rolled out from within, when another flash of light burst through the room.
White.
Everywhere.
The reaction had occurred. But Zim's calculations were wrong. It wasn't a black hole that was created. It was an unstable dimension that threw the quadruple into a series of worlds. Endless parodies of fate.
In other words, the mayhem and nightmarish cosmoses of...
Dimension Z.