Invader Zim, its concepts and personalities are copyrighted by Nickelodeon/Viacom. I, BioKraze, own nothing save the original plot of this fanfiction.
Dib was typing furiously in his online journal when he got the message. He had tried to expose Zim at skool, and again the human was foiled by the blindness of his own people. How could they not know that Zim was an alien? They were in seventh grade, now, and the Irken Invader still hadn't grown like the other children! The "green skin" excuse only went so far; how could Zim account for his diminutive size amongst the giants of the humans?!
He finally noticed the message, scrawled in a string of boxy outlines. Dib ran a program to see if any of his system's font's matched the message. Only one did: a strange chicken scratching of a font. He knew where the message came from. Irken glyphs. But who would hack Dib's computer to send a message he could never read?
Then he had it. Tak's ship could decode the message! Quickly the paranormal enthusiast set to work. Within minutes, the short message was decoded, and Dib couldn't believe his eyes. The message was somewhat despondent, but had a point to it that even he could not deny...
Three long years have passed since I became fully aware. My master scorns me, my compatriots do not understand me. I know of nobody who would take me and use me as I desired, save you, human. No, not even your horrific sister would be my saviour. Thus, I plead for you. You, who have battled my master for three years now. I plead of you, human, would you be my true saviour?
The message was signed by Zim's Computer.
Dib stared. After a long while, he set to work. Overriding the Spittle Runner's personality interface from the safety of his room, the bespectacled human soon sent a secret message back to Computer. He waited, and soon he got his answer. A hoverscreen floated up from the depths of Dib's room, bearing the face of the Irken Invader's sigil. The sigil spinned as Computer came online to speak with Dib.
"You accept my terms, human...er, Dib?" The young man smiled.
"If you accept mine, Computer. I see that Zim no longer deserves a superior personality like yours. Come, and I will help you find what you seek in life. Believe me, being saviour to a race that wants no part of it is as much fun as being the babysitter of an infantile Alien spook." He smiled. "I'd love to have you as my friend. Now, shall we show Zim the error of his ways?"
Computer smiled, the Invader's sigil giving way to the emblem of the Swollen Eyeball. "Yeah. Let's do this..."