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Multivoid: Prologue

A fanfiction revolving around 2K, Palindrome and the alternate Zims in the aftermath of the Battlevoid arc.

Based on Invader Zim comic issues 46-49.

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The bright green light of the Zapper can be seen from the distance, standing tall and mighty for six months, while the green vortexes are shown in the sky. Distant explosions can be heard growing louder and louder. A highly advanced voot cruiser zooms by, tumbling about with smoke coming out from one of the engines. Within the voot cruiser, sirens were going off, the monitor blinking a sign that said “ENGINE FAILURE: ENGAGE NEW ENGINE”. Palindrome frantically looks about all the complicated buttons that were barely ever in his original cruiser.

“Come on, come on, which one! If that Zib really is half of me, where would he put that stupid button-?!”

Just as he was searching, the voot’s communicator turned on.

“Pal...PAL! Can you hear me?!”

There was no doubt on mistaking that loud child-like voice. Palindrome immediately turned on the speaker,

“I’m going down! There’s a monitor telling me to engage a new engine, but I don’t know how!”

“Well I don’t know, try anything! Maybe try the big yellow one on the right corner of the controls!”

He knew that he shouldn’t hesitate and hope for the best. He slammed his fist down on the big yellow button, and heard a bam sound at the back of the ship. For a moment, he thought that he would explode to bits until he saw the sirens go off, indicating that the damaged engine ejected out and was replace with the new engines that was within the ship. He gripped on the pilot handles and yanked it back.

The voot cruiser flicked back to its normal position and the ships’s fall softened to a stop right before it can even hit the ground. Palindrome took a moment to rest against the seat and sigh in relief.

“Ok,” he told the speaker, “I’m good.”

A sigh of relief can also be heard from the child-like voice.

“Well that’s good. Yeesh, you almost gave me a heart attack...”

“Heh...now you know the feeling I get every time you run into danger.”

Palindrome took a moment to calm and then looked out from the horizon. Thousands of voot cruisers can be seen swarming the now damaged castle, with a huge mechanical Zib looking robot standing on top of it. He watches as the robot keeps shooting down the cruisers and knocked out any that tried to charge towards him, making them tumble down into the ground. Each Zims were able to eject themselves out of the ship safely before it hits the ground and exploded. With nothing else for them to do, they look up at the remaining ships still flying and started rooting for them to win.

At this point however, Palindrome know that Zib will win unless they try forming a battle plan.

“He’s stronger than expected, 2K. If we’re going to win this, we have to find a way on getting to him without being blown to bits-“

“Yes yes, I’m aware of that, let me think!”

“Well try not getting yourself killed while you’re thinking.”

The communicator remained quiet. Not wanting to do anything else unless the smeet forms a plan that he might take part in, he looks out again at the battle field. Even though there were thousands of ships flying about, he was able to easily detect 2K’s ship. It was like his normal cruiser, but with two missiles on each side of the ship. Although it did not look as powerful as the other ships, it did not stop the smeet from sharply steering the ships through each of Zib’s attacks and even attempting to shoot back on the gigantic robot.

It was a great reminder that this is what his best friend really is. Someone who is willing to strive forward no matter what obstacle. Not even the fact that his body was de-aging little by little didn’t stop him. He may not be as strong as Palindrome, but his determination and confidence is something that can never be beaten down. The fish hybrid’s smile crept again. As long as he’s like this, then Palindrome, not even the others who have spent months in this asteroid planet, are going to give up. They are so close to going home.

Palindrome’s attention to 2K’s ship however was distracted when he noticed something off about the vortexes. Within the center of them, a red color swirled out until the green vortexes were now completely seen with a sort of reddish and pinkish color. Palindrome blankly gazed at them.

“....Thats new.”

He spoke through the speaker again.

“Hey 2K, the vortexes just turned red all of a sudden. Do you know what going on with them?”

“Red vortexes?” 2K asked before having a moment of pause, indicating that he was possibly looking at them.

“...Huh,” the smeet responded with a tone of wonder, “that’s new.”

“Exactly what I said,” Palindrome looked back up at them. As he’s doing so, he can hear 2K hum as he ponders about it.

“...Wait!” His tone lits up, “maybe the Elder was able to successfully alter the vortexes. We should be able to get back to our timeline!”

Palindrome blinked,

“You really think he was able to do it?”

“Why not?! He’s a Zim, so he should accomplish anything! Well not as much as me and you, but you get what I mean.”

Palindrome’s ear fins raised up a bit in interest, remembering the time before they left the Elder, he told them that he would find a way to go to the Zapper and try altering the vortexes that should give the Zims access back to their home timeline. He did however say that he was going to try releasing the captive Zims first. And given that there are two thousands of them, he would be surprised with the fact that he was able to do it that fast.

Though there can be a chance that as he was freeing them, more helped out. Palindrome glanced at the huge glowing device, his eyebrows furrowing.

Altering the Zapper’s device was a task that I was completely against. Given the fact that we barely know how to use it and what available functions it may have, was he really able to do it? Will these altered vortexes really take us back home? And more importantly, how will the Zims that lost their ships be able to travel back?

“....Wait!” 2K spoke you again, “I think I have an idea!”

“You do?” He looks back at the speaker.

“Yeah! It’s kind of crazy but then again, that what makes me so awesome!”

Palindrome knew what he meant by this and narrowed,

“You better not get yourself killed.”

“Well were all gonna get killed anyways if we can’t think of anything else!” 2K argued.

The fish hybrid went silent. At this point, he can’t convince him not to do whatever he was going to do. They might die either way by this fused creature. There is no other option but to do whatever must be done to win.

“Oh! And Pal?”

Palindrome took a moment to snap out of his pause,

“Yeah?”

“I am very very certain I will make it out of it. But just in case that extremely rare occurrence does happen, I want you to take my place. You got that?”

He already had an idea on what he meant by that too. He took a deep breath.

“Alright. But come back alive, ok?”

“Got it! Alright, I’m going in!”

He watches 2K’s ship make another sharp turn, heading straight towards the mouth of the robot. However, right before 2K entered the mouth, Palindrome far off saw Zib, sitting on top of the head of the robot, took notice of the a boot cruise charging in. Without hesitation, Zib quickly controlled the arm to quickly grab the ship and crush it. His heart sank, his body feeling cold.

No...no no no no....

He quickly turned on the speaker again.

“2K. 2K!”

There was no response.

His body started to quiver, his eyes glued on the crushing boot cruiser that his partner is in. His teeth clenched.

“2K!!”

The communicator remained silent. His sat there quietly. Grief was starting to set in. And so did grudge. His eyes flared deadly at the creature that was controlling the robot.

“I want you to take my place.” The voice of his friend echoed in his mind.

His hand slowly and shakily grabbed unto the control handle. He was about to be the one to charge in next.

However, a sound of broken glass can be heard from the crushed voot cruiser, along with a small being flying right out of it and then falling onto the the mouth of the robot. He was hanging onto the edge, his body quivering and struggling, until he built up strength to climb inside of it and disappearing. Zib can then be seen looking in shock and anger before shouting something that was too hard to hear from far off. He turned and was about to hit another button when something caught him off guard. His eyes immediately turned to the monitor with shock and confusion. He took a moment to hit a button that caused a force field to surround the robot, preventing itself from getting damaged by any of the cruiser’s attacks. Zib then glued his eyes back at the monitor, pressing many buttons that didn’t do anything.

Even though the force field was on, the robot was no longer moving.

A new communication picked up,

“You! Scuba Diver! I cannot pick up signals from from the baby! Where is he?” One of the Zims asked.

“I saw him go inside Zib’s robot,” he answered.

“Why did he go inside the robot?!”

Another Zim joined the communication.

“BIG ZIM CANNOT SHOOT FAKE NUMBER 1!” Another voice spoke, “BIG FAKE NUMBER 1 ROBOT WONT GO DOWN!”

“There’s a force field in the way,” another voice spoke, “and I can’t communicate with the baby on what we should do next!”

More and more voices chimed in. Wow. How can he even go through here? He never expected to take a solo leadership duty.

Collecting his thoughts on what to say, he turned the speaker on again.

“Listen, Zims! Hover over the head. You can try to continue shooting the force field to see if it could break. But I think we should also let 2K handle this. I think he might be onto something.”

“Did he tell you what it is?” One of them asked.

“He didn’t tell me,” his eyes traced back at Zib. “But something tells me he’s going to confront him in person. Maybe the weaker Dib can join if he sets him free.”

He looked out, seeing Zims within the cruisers glance about each other. Possibly uncertain. But they looked back into their controls.

“Sounds good.”

“If theres only one Zim here that can get to him, we’re gonna have to rely on him.”

“Hmph. I would have charged in that mouth first.”

Palindrome sighed in relief. Maybe this leadership thing is not as bad as he thought.

“Wait! I see him!”

His eyes opened again,

“Who?”

“The Zim Baby! He’s right over there!”

Palindrome looked to see. There, 2K was seen climbing out of the mouth again, his head raising up to look at the head. Glancing about for few seconds, he found an area he can climb on as he hopped right onto the wall and started climbing.

Palindrome gazed at his friend for a short while. He turned to the speaker again,

“Start hovering over the head.”

Just as told, the ships hovered up before positioning and aiming right at the distracted Zimvoid leader. Palindrome was the last to join the army and aimed as well. Despite his aiming, his eyes still focused on the small Zim. His climbing showed to be weaker than usual, most likely because of how much his stamina was easily running out. Even so, it did not make the child give in. Palindrome sat there silently.

Come on. Come on. We trained all these months for this. Come on.

2K finally manages to get on top of the head, holding onto one of the giant antennae to keep him standing after such an exhaustive climbing. He can see him communicate with the captive Dib, the kid looking at him in confusion when responding back. Zib has now turned his head to look at the alternate version of his enemy. 2K spoked something to him. Palindrome grabbed his handle again, his finger resting on his trigger for the right moment.

2K looks back at the Dib. He speaks to him again while he walks fast paced towards-

A harsh groan escapes from the fish hybrids when an unexpected and heavy uncomfortable sensation quickly raced throughout his body. It was a feeling he never felt to the point that he couldn’t even describe it. Was it pain? He didn’t even know if he can describe it as pain. But it was as though his entire body was beginning to weigh down and grow numb inside and out. He almost lost control of the ship and it was about to make a nose dive to the ground, but Palindrome still felt conscious enough to pull the handle back, stabilizing the cruiser from falling. At least for now. But it did not stop the feeling that he was experience and it almost immediately got to the point where it felt like his mind was starting to get distracted by something else, yet he can’t remember what it is that he should think about.

Whatever it was, the awareness of his surroundings were starting to deteriorate. He groaned again, his eyes squeezing shut, and placed his hand on his bowl,

“Why do I feel...more...stupider...?”

His eyes opened, feeling the numbness on his hand getting stronger. He pulled it away and looked to see why he was having trouble feeling his hand.

He noticed that something looked strange about it. Then something came out of his hand that looked what appeared to be floating goo as he watched it turn into a darkish green color. More and more came out and he realized that his hand was look thinner. Wait....is his hand-?

Screams and shoutings were suddenly heard outside, causing him to flinch and snap his gaze away from his disappearing. He looked out. What he saw was something he did not ever expect to see.

All the ships were falling. No. They’re not just falling. They’re dissolving. Their dissolving. The screams and shoutings were so loud that he can actually hear them:

“BIG ZIMS DOES NOT FEEL LIKE BIG ZIM SELF! BIG ZIM QUESTION BIG ZIM’S INDIVIDUALITY!”

“What’s happening?! Why am I....?”

“Make them stop!”

“Everything I am is a lie!”

It didn’t even take long before he saw green goo shoot out of each of the ships, getting sucked on by the vortex that were getting stronger. His breathing grew heavy in horror, eyes tracing about everything he was seeing. It’s not just him.

The ships. Everyone. But.....why?

He looked at the Zapper. He realized something looked off about it. It looked brighter then....

He froze up in realization.

Oh no.

He was caught off guard by his body growing heavy again, each of them being worse than the last to the point where he feels like he can barely sit up straight or even concentrate on driving the ship. He tried to catch his breath again, fighting to keep his mind as much as he could as he can feel it deteriorate even more. There were even moments where he almost forgotten why he was here. Wait...where was he? What is he doing? He’s doing this for somebody. Someone...

Something urged him to shakily look up, doing his best to ignore the dizziness. His eyes finally trailed back to the head of the robot. He can only see a Dib who is captive until he saw some small being nearly fly past him and started to grip onto his hair strand. At this point, the smeet’s body was already starting to dissipate.

His mind sprung back to life for that moment. His eyes widening to gaze at him. He quickly grabbed the handle and started dashing right towards him. Along the way, he needed to dodge anything that would stop him from reaching him. With every ships that soared passed by. Every ships that almost hit him. Every sharp turns he need to make in order to avoid getting hit. The debris of the robot. Everything.

His dissipating eyes never let go of the child, his ship continuing to speed right close to to where he was at, despite it shutting down on him. The ship’s glass dissipated, making him feel the strong wind and yet could no longer feel the coolness of it. The kid was only using one hand to hold onto the hair strand, his other hand already completely gone and his dissipation worsening. He did not have any time. His mind thought of the name he last wanted to think of. The very last thing he could remember besides all the other new memories that was that was replacing his original memories. He sharply filled in to what now felt like his lungs instead of his gills, almost as if he was regaining them.

“2K!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The child froze. He instantly turned to the source of the voice. The alternate Zim stiffened in horror.

His face. His face is almost gone. The child nonetheless still saw him, gazing at him with a dead expression. Even though there was barely any expression on his face, Palindrome can sense him trying to comprehend what was happening. But that he knew that whatever was happening, he knew that he should terrified. It had to keep hitting the fish hybrid with the conclusion that he never want any of them to believe. But it seems the worst really was happening.

They failed. They failed to defeat Zib. They failed to go back home. They failed to continue living their normal lives on their timeline. They failed to survive this void. They failed...They failed....

I failed....

He started to feel choked up, not sure if he was even able to produce tears.

I failed you.

“2K!!!!!!!”

He screamed out again, quickly climbing out and leaping out of the ship at the right moment, his arm reaching out and hoping his body can get to him on time. 2K however remained frozen. His mouth moved, seeing how they formed to say his friend’s name, even if it was just a whisper. His eyes grew heavy. Palindrome’s consciousnesses started to rapidly deteriorate.

He just needs to get to him. Just to be with him for just a...

2K lost complete grip and flew off, his body fully coming apart. Palindrome instantly lost conscious the moment it happened.

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