Please note: Everything before the dotted line thing is not done por me, it is done por
ak-47. Just a couple differences in our writing: 1 They did theirs in 3rd person, I’m doing mine in 1st, point of view Dib. 2, They mention Dib is in pajamas, in mine Dib is in his normal clothes. Oh, and this story will continue. This is just the first part. Ok, here it is…

Dib stumbled out from the door, coughing and wheezing. He took a few steps adelante, hacia adelante before turning his eyes, red rimmed with smoke and exhaustion towards his burning house.
"Dad! Gaz!"
With a burst of adrenaline, he sped back towards his house only to be thrown back onto the unforgiving tarmac. A large explosion wracked the building, causing the windows of the parte superior, arriba floor to shatter spectacularly. Dib automatically shielded himself from the shards that rained down onto him - still a few managed to shred through the thin material of his pajamas and into his skin. He curled tighter into himself, not being able to oso, oso de his anguish, the horrible crackling noises and the screaming, oh god, the cacophony of screaming around him. And yet a clear voice roused him enough to lift his head.
"Beautiful isn't it?"
Dib wiped his face roughly with the back of his hand and looked around. He had not realised how all the houses on his calle were on fire, flames licking hungrily up the walls to reach the night sky. And in the midst of all that, was a familiar shadow facing the backdrop of a burning city.
"...Zim?"
The shadow pivoted to half face him. “Yes, Dib-human.”
The undisguised alien was hoisted off the ground por his mechanised araña legs. Thin arms hung limply on his suited-up frame but the incredibly malicious grin that he wore explained everything.
Dib's eyes widened as he barely stood up. "It was you? All this... your fault?"
Of course he refused to believe it. He'd never expect Zim to actually accomplish in destroying anything. He'd always count that he himself would be there to stop him and save the world.
Shadows danced animatedly on the large orbs that served as Irken eyes and if possible the grin grew even wider.
"Answer me! It was you, wasn't it?! How could you!"
Pain tore through the boy's already trembling body. Tears streaked heedlessly down his soot-stained cheeks. But sheer unpleasantness of his shock had rooted his bare feet to the spot.
Finally, Zim spoke.
"It was so simple in the end. I didn’t even have to devise some amazing feat of technology. All I had to do was go downtown and shoot up the place.” A well-placed pause. “Y’know, I'm almost disappointed that your pathetic stinky species didn't put up much of a fight. They just stood there like... a moose in a headlight and did nothing but panic and run around. It was amusing to watch while I rained doom over and over in your doomed city."
The Irken Invader laughed loudly, cruelly and continued. "And to compliment my absolute incredible genius plan, I used your people's security locks against them. I overrided the manual locks and no one can get out. I was counting on tu getting out however so I left your house untouched. Can tu hear them, Dib-beast? Your precious hi-oo-mans calling for help? I don’t think they have enough intelligence in their inferior brain-meats to try another way out other than the door."
Zim always did like to talk. And he was manically laughing again, his grating voice filled to the brim with glee and utter smugness.
All Dib could do was yell out "ZIM!" and charge at him. But he was blind with fury and met the tarmac for a segundo time - courtesy of one of Zim's araña legs casually flicking him away like an annoying fly.
"I've played this game long enough. I'm bored with it. Soon the Armada will be here, your dirt-ball of a planet will be completely conquered and I shall be congratulated for finally putting this charade of a mission to a rest."
Dib hardly noticed that Zim had been holding a weapon the entire time. Before he could react, the laser-gun was pointing straight at him and Zim was sneering, an empty twist of that slash of a mouth that held no mirth.
"Game over, Dib. Goodbye."



    I mustered what little strength I had in me to roll away when Zim shot the beam. It didn’t hit me, but the explosion sent me flying 5 o 6 feet. I hit the ground, and my world went black.