Eyes of Blight
Turbuggy 
Invader Zim
I'm having a lot of fun with the whole "post/log made by the character" theme in this fic, so expect that to be a running occurrence! Though I promise it won't take up the entirety of the story!
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dib x zim
oc x oc
future setting
original characters
hurt/comfort
angst
fluff
Chapters: 11/?
Status: Abandoned
Chapter Two
Zim knew that things were changing. He hadn’t intentionally slowed down, but he couldn’t help but find that his motivation was beginning to waver. As Dib grew older, the human’s interest in him seemed to dwindle, and it felt as though Zim wasn’t at the forefront of his mind anymore. He had tried to get the boy’s attention for a while at first, but soon that, too, slowed, and left Zim contemplating his importance. His plans had never worked out, and even with the human out of his way, they still continued to find their own way to fail him. Each new attempt would end up leaving a dent in the alien’s boisterous facade, and cause a decline in the frequency of new schemes.
These days, Zim found himself filling in his free time with bothering the human at his place of work, or simply spending time at home with GIR. He had watched and re-watched the same shows and cartoons over and over so many times that he could recite each word, and he could tell you every single item on the Krazy Taco menu by heart. Things really had grown stale and stagnant for the once lively IRKEN. GIR, on the other hand, was fully content with their new way of living. Zim sometimes wished he could be as oblivious as his defunct assistant.
Despite this, Zim still reported in loyally each week to the Tallest, in order to give them updates on his mission. Both they and Zim were well aware that the other Invaders had finished their missions years ago, and Operation Impending Doom II was long over. There was even talk of Impending Doom III over the airwaves, though Zim wasn’t entirely sure if that was true. Nevertheless, as loyal as ever, Zim persisted, even when the Tallest expressed extreme displeasure in his continued briefings. No matter how long it took, he was determined to add this planet to the IRKEN EMPIRE’s ever-growing list of conquered worlds. He couldn’t wait to watch from the MASSIVE as they performed the Final Sweep…
// TRANSLATED FROM ORIGINAL RECORDING… //
// TRANSLATED FROM IRKEN DOOM TO ENGLISH… //
// LOG BEGIN… //
INVADER’S LOG NUMBER SIX-THOUSAND, FOUR-HUNDRED SEVENTY TWO.
I RECEIVED AN UNEXPECTED PACKAGE FROM THE TALLEST TODAY. IT WAS STANDARD-ISSUE, NO PRIORITY FLAGS ATTACHED. I ASSUMED THAT IT WAS THE GIANT MUTANT SHMORGG THAT I REQUESTED SOME TIME AGO, BUT IT WAS MUCH TOO SMALL TO POSSIBLY HOUSE SUCH A LARGE AND WRITHING BEAST. IN FACT, IT WAS MUCH TOO SMALL TO HOUSE MUCH OF ANYTHING! AND IT DIDN’T! THE BOX WAS COMPLETELY EMPTY WHEN I OPENED IT!
OF COURSE, I AM NOT ONE TO OVERLOOK THE GENEROSITY OF MY ALMIGHTY TALLEST, AND TOOK IT UPON MYSELF TO CALL THEM AND THANK THEM FOR THEIR GIFT. I LET THEM KNOW, HOWEVER, THAT IT SEEMED THAT THE GENEROUS GIFT HAD GOTTEN LOST SOME TIME DURING TRAVEL, AND THAT THEY SHOULD PROBABLY FIRE THE MAIL-DRONE THAT HANDLED IT. I SUGGESTED INTO A SUN, BUT THAT WILL ULTIMATELY BE THEIR DECISION TO MAKE.
AH, WELL! I AM SURE THAT WHATEVER IT WAS WOULD HAVE BEEN VERY MUCH APPRECIATED INDEED. IT WAS FROM THE TALLEST, AFTER ALL.
// LOG END… //
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// TRANSLATED FROM IRKEN DOOM TO ENGLISH… //
// LOG BEGIN… //
INVADER’S LOG NUMBER SIX-THOUSAND, FOUR-HUNDRED SEVENTY FOUR.
GIR MADE A RATHER PUZZLING COMMENT WHEN I STEPPED OFF THE ELEVATOR THIS MORNING. I HAVE SPENT THE LAST TWO EARTH-CYCLES DOWN BELOW, WORKING ON MY NEWEST, MOST BRILLIANT PLAN FOR EARTH CONQUEST! HOWEVER, I HAVE LEARNED THAT LEAVING MY SIR UNIT ALONE IN THE BASE FOR TOO LONG CAN BE… HAZARDOUS, AND THUS I HAVE MADE IT A HABIT TO CHECK ON HIM NOW AND THEN.
HE TOLD ME THAT I WAS LOOKING “ALL ICKY”. AS MUCH AS I HATE TO ADMIT IT, HE… MAY HAVE A POINT. I SEEM TO HAVE LOST SOME COLOR IN MY FACE, BUT MORE ALARMINGLY, MY ANTENNAE AS WELL. THEY HAVE DULLED SLIGHTLY, AND FEEL SORE TO THE TOUCH, MUCH LIKE A BRUISE. PERHAPS I HAVE BEEN WORKING TOO LONG. TODAY SEEMS LIKE A GOOD DAY FOR A BREAK.
GIR! COME! WE ARE GOING FOR A WALK.
// LOG END… //
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// TRANSLATED FROM IRKEN DOOM TO ENGLISH… //
// LOG BEGIN… //
INVADER’S LOG NUMBER SIX-THOUSAND, FOUR-HUNDRED SEVENTY SEVEN.
TODAY, I HAVE FOUND THAT I AM FEELING RATHER… LETHARGIC. I AM UNSURE AS TO WHAT COULD HAVE CAUSED THIS, BUT WORKING DOWN BELOW HAS BECOME A CHORE. I THINK THE “ZIPPER THAT CAUSES YOUR JACKET TO EAT YOU” PLAN WILL HAVE TO BE POSTPONED FOR NOW.
I SEEM TO BE LOSING A LITTLE MORE OF MY COLOR EACH EARTH-CYCLE THAT PASSES. MY ANTENNAE ARE BECOMING MORE SENSITIVE, AND I HAVE DEVELOPED SUCH UGLY DARK CIRCLES UNDER MY EYES. I THINK WHATEVER IS AILING ME HAS AFFECTED MY OCULAR IMPLANTS AS WELL, AS MY VISION HAS NOT BEEN UP TO STANDARD TODAY. I HAVE CONSIDERED CONTACTING THE TALLEST, BUT I FEAR WHAT THEY MAY SAY AT THE SIGHT OF ME. I WILL HAVE TO MONITOR THIS ON MY OWN UNTIL I CAN FIGURE OUT WHAT IS GOING ON.
// LOG END… //
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// TRANSLATED FROM IRKEN DOOM TO ENGLISH… //
// LOG BEGIN… //
INVADER’S LOG NUMBER SIX-THOUSAND, FOUR-HUNDRED SEVENTY EIGHT.
THIS HAS TO BE THE DIB’S DOING! ZIM CAN SEE NO OTHER POSSIBILITIES. I DO NOT KNOW HOW, OR WHEN HE COULD HAVE DONE THIS, OR... EVEN WHAT HE HAS DONE, BUT THAT IS NOT THE POINT! IF THE SMELL-BEAST THINKS THAT HE CAN GET AWAY WITH CAUSING ZIM SUCH DISCOMFORT, HE IS SORELY MISTAKEN!
I VISITED THE VILE HUMAN’S PLACE OF WORK TODAY. AS IT IS STANDARD FOR EACH IRKEN INVADER TO BE TRAINED IN HIGH-LEVEL INTIMIDATION, I NO DOUBT STRUCK FEAR INTO THE HEART OF THE DIB WITH MY TACTICS! I SEE NO POSSIBLE WAY THAT HE COULD NOT KNOW THAT I HAVE DECIPHERED HIS HORRIBLE TRICK. HE WILL WRONG ZIM NO MORE!
// LOG END… //
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// TRANSLATED FROM IRKEN DOOM TO ENGLISH… //
// LOG BEGIN… //
INVADER’S LOG NUMBER SIX-THOUSAND, FOUR-HUNDRED EIGHTY.
MY CONDITION… IS WORSENING. NOT ONLY HAVE I CONTINUED TO LOSE COLOR, BUT I HAVE DEVELOPED AN ACHE THAT HAS SPREAD THROUGHOUT MY BODY. I HAVE NOT YET BEEN SUCCESSFUL IN FINDING THE CAUSE, AND IT IS BEGINNING TO… WORRY ME. I HAVE YET AGAIN CONSIDERED CONTACTING MY TALLEST, BUT I CANNOT HELP BUT FEAR THEIR REACTION. I WOULD NOT WANT THEM TO THINK ME UNFIT TO CONTINUE MY MISSION.
MY ANTENNAE HAVE GROWN FAR TOO SORE FOR MY USUAL DISGUISE. I HAVE DECIDED THAT TODAY WILL BE DEDICATED TO REGAINING MY STRENGTH, SO THAT I MAY CONTINUE MY SEARCH FOR ANSWERS. BESIDES, GIR HAS BEEN BEGGING ME TO REWATCH “FLOOPSY BLOOPS SHMOOPSY” WITH HIM FOR THE FOURTH TIME ANYWAYS.
// LOG END… //
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// TRANSLATED FROM IRKEN DOOM TO ENGLISH… //
// LOG BEGIN… //
IN...VADER’S LOG NUMBER... SIX-THOUSAND, FOUR-HUNDRED EIGHTY ONE.
SOMETHING IS… WRONG. THE PAIN HAS S… SPREAD. I HAVE BEEN PHYSICALLY UN… UNABLE TO… MOVE. I BELIEVE THAT I AM… DYING. NEED TO… CALL TALLEST.
// LOG END… //
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// TRANSLATED FROM IRKEN DOOM TO ENGLISH… //
// LOG BEGIN… //
INVADER’S LOG NUMBER SIX-THOUSAND, FOUR-HUNDRED EIGHTY TWO.
THAT HORRIBLE, LOATHSOME, BIG-HEADED, [UNINTELLIGIBLE], DIB! HE HAS HAD A… A CAMERA SET UP OUTSIDE MY BASE FOR IRK-KNOWS HOW LONG!
AFTER TWO GRUELING, TERRIBLE DAYS OF SUFFERING, I HAVE F… FINALLY SEEN A LULL IN MY ACHES. IT IS NOT SO MUCH A DEB...ILITATING AGONY ANYMORE, AS IT IS AN AWFUL... STABBING. THAT… IS PROGRESS! THOUGH, BREATHING HAS PROVEN… DIFFICULT, AS OF LATE.
MUCH TO MY DISMAY, HOWEVER, IT SEEMS TH… THAT I AM OUT OF IRKEN PAIN AIDS, AND I WOULD HAVE TO CON...TACT THE TALLEST IN ORDER TO GET ANOTHER MEDICAL SHIPMENT. I HAVE BEEN COMBING THE H… HUMAN “INTERNET” IN ORDER TO FIND SOME KIND OF REMEDY THAT MAY EASE MY… DISCOMFORT FOR NOW. IT SAID THAT A DRINK CALLED… “CAMOMILE TEA” CAN AID ONE’S AILMENTS. I HAVE V… VENTURED OUT TO THE “STAR BUNKS” IN ORDER TO… GET ONE.
IT IS… NICE.
// LOG END… //
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// TRANSLATED FROM IRKEN DOOM TO ENGLISH… //
// LOG BEGIN… //
INVADER’S... LOG... NUMBER SIX-THOUSAND..., FOUR-HUNDRED EIGHTY… THREE.
I THINK… THAT I AM DYING. THIS M… MAY BE MY F… FINAL LOG. I AM GO… GOING TO CONTACT… TALLEST. NEED TO… I NEED TO… CONTACT… TALL...
// RECORDING ENDED DUE TO INACTIVITY… //
// LOG END… //
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