Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim; it belongs to Vasquez...and unfortunately Nickelodeon. (I always thought this show should have gone to adult swim on cartoon network)

yup so this is the first part of my stories involving my very own irken Zak. Yea he doesn't seem all that friendly, but with the exception of skoodge they aren't really _.

This story was in one of my composition books just waiting to be posted and be read, though I never got around to it-alot of stuff went down this past month.
Anyway if you happen to read it tell me what you think-it doesn't even have to be that long of a comment.

(Btw if you haven't guessed already IZ here stands for Invader Zak not Invader Zim, the beginnings of both their names starting with a z is a coincidence)

~~~~~~Wednesday night~~~~

It had been a month since I had come to the city to settle down. I had been to several countries and various islands and had enough of the tribal inhabitants and the bizarre cultures and their inedible meats. Even though I enjoyed the city of Kyoto I'd decided it was time to continue on my mission, and I wanted to get away from all that fish.

on the way to my designated city I'd come up with several stories I could tell the people if they got suspicious of me, but when I looked back on my travels I realized that the people were so stupid it wouldn't be necessary. I'd even learned some ways to blend in with the humans of each place I visited; this city couldn't be that different.

unfortunalty my mission required that I to attend the local skool. The human's educational system was pretty poor compared to the rest of the universe, it was a wonder their planet was able to function with these morons running it. But I shouldn't complain, compared to what I've been doing since I got here this is going to be pretty easy.

The one thing that threw me off was the fact that the people here have parents, and since I didn't have any and am about as big as an earth child I needed to make parents to not arouse suspicion. I made them myself and had haribo look them over with me for any bugs in their system I'm proud to say that they are as functional as the earth parents. And since I had to have a last name, another thing about the earthlings that threw me off, I took on the last name Fischer along with my parents Emma and Joshua. Since i had to disguise the robot I made him a smaller human child disguise and passed him off as my little brother Sid.

The dots on my ceiling began to run together and expand the walls seemed to be closing in on me, though I knew they really weren't it felt that way. The white gave it the feeling that the space could go on forever sucking me in with it if I wasn't careful. Feeling like I couldn't take it much longer I got up and turned off the light. It was suffocating. I needed out of the room.

Heading down the stairs I thought of painting the room to make it seem more inviting. Every time I was in there I had the urge to turn out the light and just lie on the bed feeling the suffocating cloud that washed over me, even though I knew doing just that was feeding my depression.

Spotting the robot I went over to him, he was still wearing the human disguise I made for him. He was watching a soap opera about a woman that was slowly turning into a potato. As she flailed around on screen I had enough.

"Sid."
"uh huh?" he was still watching the screen
"what do you think of my disguise?" every country I went to I changed my appearance to match the natives.
Sid just stared at me for a moment
"you should make yourself lighter." he smiled idiotically
"what's that suppose to mean?"
"you look like one of the emo's." Sid laughed.
I scowled at him
"this is what the kids around here wear, I'm blending remember?"
"Ya I remember." Sid smiled and climbed onto of the TV to watch his show upside down.
Somehow I don't think he remembers.

I headed into the kitchen and pressed the button that was on the side of the refrigerator, stepped in and was lowered to my equipment room. There was a cylinder like opening in the side of the room, I went inside it and brought up pictures of the local kids clothing preferences.
It looks like theirs, it was a little darker than the kids wore but I liked it that way. The years of wearing that pink outfit I hated so much didn't leave room for any kind of personal style. Once I was sure there was nothing wrong with my disguise I left the cylinder and headed back to the transport tube. I needed to check on the experiment that I was working on.