This is a Fanfiction I do not own Invader Zim.

Zim and Dib are 16. Dib is 6 feet tall, Zim in 5'4". He grew like because of gravity or something. Yes this is going to be a ZADR. 3 Flame it love it, idc.

Dib sat on his roof looking at the stars. Five years ago he sat in the same spot and heard an alien transmission. That was just days before Zim had come. He shuddered as he remembered the day the then small, green Invader had arrived. He had wanted to make friends with him of all things! To follow a childhood dream of being the first to have an alien friend. But then Zim just had to open his stupid mouth! He had to be the stupidest, most egotistical, prideful, stubborn… Dib ranted on about Zim in his abnormally large head until he was satisfied. I wish we could have been friends. Things would be so much easier. Dib thought as his mind threw memories of people calling him crazy and weird at him. Maybe if he stops trying to take over Earth…HA! That'll be the day… Then Dib shoved those thoughts of friendship to the back of his mind and wondered what Zim's next evil plot was.


Zim rushed into his lab excitedly to call his Tallest. He wanted to tell them about his latest plan to crush the filthy, Earth humans! He was going to make an army of robot flamingos that shot lasers from their eyes and ate human (but conveniently not Irken) flesh.

As he strode to the control column and pressed the correct buttons to call his Tallest he hummed "The Doom Song" and bounced a little. My Tallest will be so proud! Maybe they'll let me keep this FILTHY planet as a reward. Perhaps even some slaves for my own amusement. He tapped his chin thoughtfully as he day-dreamed of making the Dib-thing lick his boots, and then pressed the call button. The Tallest appeared on screen. Their looks of irritation went unnoticed. Zim saluted them and immediately started babbling about his plot.

"So I was thinking that I could unleash the robot flamingos on this part of tow—" Zim got cut off.

"Zim you do understand this is a stupid idea, right?" Red said.

"Yeah!" Purple jeered.

"B-but my Tallest," Zim stuttered. "I'm sure this plan will succeed!"

"You're as stupid as your plans, Zim, if you still believe that you were really sent to conquer Earth." Red snarled at him. "We sent you there just to get rid of you!"

"So what do you think about that? Huh? Huh? Huh?" Purple laughed.

Zim's eyes swam with tears at this revelation. "But my Tallest, surely you see what a great Invader I am?"

"Zim, you never were an Invader. It was a joke. We showed all of Irk your stupidity! It was broadcasted live! You were mocked and laughed at! Heck we're broadcasting this right now!" Red laughed meanly.

Zim shook his head in disbelief. How could my own people do this to me? He thought.

"You were banished, exiled, thrown down the tube!" Red rattled off. "Whatever you want to call it, you're not welcome back on The Massive, on Irk, or any planet conquered by the Irken Empire."

"Yeah! Huh? Huh? Huh?" Purple said, and then shoved some nachos in his mouth.

Zim sniffled and nodded then the Tallest cut the transmission. Zim fell down into his chair and curled up in to a ball. He stared at the large screen with the Irken logo on it. He could feel wetness brimming in his eyes and confused, he held it back. Whatever it was he would not be ignorant and weak. He sat in the swivel chair for a long time.

Eventually the computer asked in a metallic voice "Ah, Sir? Are you okay?"

Zim ignored it. It was just a stupid machine. It could not comfort him or make the Tallest give his "mission" back. He curled up tighter and pulled his antennae against his skull and cupped his claws over them so he wouldn't have to hear. He would lock himself in his lab; he'd mourn the truth of his "mission." Zim let the waves of embarrassment and grief wash over him. I'm such an ignorant fool! How could I not see through their lies? I shoved the truth aside to make room for egotistical pride! Zim squeezed his eyes shut and tried not to think.