Chapter 1: First Betrayal

A/N: hey, hope you guys enjoy this! Its my first fic. Please review and let me know how my writing is!

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Tallest purple pulled the door behind him shut with his hands. He was sweating from all the lights and lasers in the convention hall planet, Conventia. The great Assigning had just finished and all the officials were heading back to their rooms in the hotel near to the convention hall. He returned to the Massive and wanted to find Tallest Red so that they could talk about the preceedings.

After the problem that was Operation Impending Doom 1, Purple felt sure this would go better. Even though Zim had turned up, they had managed to send him away, hopefully to his "death". They had a legion of highly competent Invaders spreading forth throughout the galaxy like a big virus. Victory was asured.

Purple let a smile spread across his face as he entered his bed chamber. Red was already there waiting for him, spread out on his bed, relaxing after the strenus ceremony.

He hovered over to his own bed, throwing himself onto the bed spread. He sighed.

"Well I think that went well", he said, gazing around at the scarlet wallpaper spread around the room. "Accept when you forgot your lines."

Red frowned a cross the room. "I'm telling you it'll be fine." he replied. "No one will pick up on it."

Purple shrugged and sat up. He was silent for a while then started to laugh.

"I cant believe you hit me with the laser," he laughed.

Red chuckled as he got up from his bed, spreading his arms out in a stretch in freedom.

"Twice", he giggled as he hovered over to Purple's bed.

The two of them sat together for a while, grinning as they remembered the day. Invader Skoodge bursting into tears at the equiping station; the SIR unit that fell to pieces when Purple threw it; Zim making a fool of himself in front of the whole army.

Red turned to Purple, puitting his arm around him. "You were good with your speech," he said.

Pupple blushed as he looked back, "No you would have done it better," he replied. Red smacked him in the ribs in fun. "Whatever." he grinned as they both laughed. Purple responded well to this, spreading his arms around him as they laughed. red hugged him, pulling him against him as Purple pulled him down to the bed. Their laughter continued even as it slowed, Reds fingers drifting over Purple's cheek. they smiled for a while, eyes narrowing as their breath slowed.

Purple felt safe, relaxing into Reds touch, finally feeling himself drift off. He could hear doors closing in the distance, the cafeteria guys clearing up, a voice in the other room. Suddenly Red's antenna flicked, pulling himself away from Purple's embrace.

"What's wrong?" Purple asked, blinking.

"Nothing, I'm just ... tired," he said. He sighed, lifting himself and vanishing within the folds of the other bed spread.

Suddenly feeling cold, Purple laid back - feeling dissapointed. He didn't feel tired. He got up for a "walk".

He hovered out of the room and went down the corridoor, lost in thinking. He didn't feel right.

On his way back he was snacking on some donught, brought out of his thoughtgful stupour by a voice. It sounded like Red.

Not wanting to be discovered, he crept to the door and pressed up against it, listening closely.

"The ceremony today was a distaster!" Red hissed.

Shocked and, hurt Purple opened the door slowly and peaked in. The room was dark, but he could see a pair of red eyes gazing up to at a screen on the side wall. On the screen which Purple couldnt believe was a control brain. Its mechanical voice echoed back to Red.

"It is tradition," the voice echoed, "that is your end of this deal. We cannot simply replace a Tallest on a wim. The people will not accept it."

Purple's squeedlyspooch sank.

Red retoarted angrily: "But he is useless! He always says such foolish things! He messes everything up!"

He turned around and Purple ducked away from the opening. He could hear Red stomping away from the screen but his voice dropped to a whisper: "And if we weren't behind the scenes, cleaning everything up, nothing would get done."

Purple was shaking. He wanted to burst in and fight for himself, but he couldn't. He was to hurt and to afraid.

They were going to get rid of him!

A/N: :O ooooh, how was that? Just wait for chapter 2 ;)