She didn't like the idea of being born again. When she first heard about it when she was a little girl in the tiny southern church her mother went to, she had cried. She had thought it would mean she had to get shoved back into her mother's tiny body and get born all over again. The preacher had laughed at her and as she got older he explained the idea properly to her, easing her fears about her body ripping her mother to shreds. However the bleached smile and bitter chocolate lie he had spun for her was just that.

A lie.

The last thing she remembered was struggling to breathe before her mouth was being clogged with blood and other slimy stuff that she didn't even want to think about. All around her she could hear muffled screams and soothing calls that were far more dim. Eventually she breached a tunnel of light and two large and callused hands grabbed her up, nearly blinding her by lifting her up to the light. Never in her life something so disgusting, dramatic, and all round horrible happened to her. She couldn't even bring herself to stop the high pitched, hoarse screams that erupted out of her lungs and made her body shake. She was so focused on her screams that she didn't notice that she was handed off to another person, who's hands felt strangely greasy, and then dunked into freezing cold water that only made her scream louder and higher. After being dunked twice and brought up once she was rolled up in a bright pink blanket and handed off to someone else.

It wasn't until she stopped moving that she stopped screaming, her eyes adjusting for the first time to see a pale young woman with bright blue eyes. She had a head full of blonde hair that was matted with sweat and a strained smile that had an mole near her mouth. "So adorable! My cutie cutie you! Hum~!"

If she had the energy she probably would have asked why on earth someone would say hum like that instead of just humming, but she could barely think at this point. She was more than ready to just hunker down in her blankets and fall asleep. The quiet pounding of her mother's heart along with the warm blankets began pulling her from reality, however once again she was dragged up by someone and brought up close to another face. This one had a bleached smile and a pale face that looked almost frozen. If she had to guess then she wanted to think this guy was a rich preacher, politician, or some kind of low budget actor.

"We should name her Annie!" He said, blowing putrid breath all over her that smelled vaguely of ribs.

"Annie? Doesn't that sound country to you?"

"What's wrong with that?"

The two started bickering over the name, most of them starting with A for some reason, until the name Ann had been reached. Apparently it was a nice compromise between Annie and Anna-Beth. When their voices calmed down to gentle hums she once again began to close her eyes and fall into the blissful world of sleep.

The next year of her life was boring. Most of her time was spent in a crib doing nothing. Absolutely nothing. She tried to talk but everything turned out garbled and so spit filled that she gave up the endevour early on. Then there was someone changing her diaper. It was an uncomfortable experience that usually left her face red and made her excited for her body to be able to sit up so she could 'start' potty training. However the thing that annoyed if not creeped her out the most was breast feeding. The first twenty four hours of her life she had starved in a desperate attempt to keep the nipple out of her mouth. However the nurse had more or less forced her to by nearly breaking her jaw.

The only thing she had to look forward to in her reincarnated life was learning about her family. Apparently she had been right in guessing that her father was a preacher. He worked in a pretty large one somewhere with over a hundred people in his congregation. While her new found father had a fancy gig as a preacher her mother had once upon a time worked as a waitress at some place that they never named. There were other bits and facts that she found out, such as her mother's hobby of making wind chimes, or her father's love for...pork. Anything pork, it didn't really matter to him as long as it was made from pig.

And so her days mostly revolved around in boredom. When she was at the proper age to begin sitting up and crawling her mother took her out of the crib and let her wriggle on a soft blanket on the wood floor. She felt rather pathetic and exposed, often just rolling to where she wanted to go when she got bored of wriggling. Sitting up was a greater issue since it hurt to even do so. By the time she had begun doing hesitant steps Ann knew that being a child was hard and that she would never insult her baby for not wanting to crawl or walk. Those insults her precious mother, apparently named Jane, would throw at her whenever she got upset due to her lack of movement or effort.

However her mother indulged in her and her father was there when he was there. Nothing actually interesting ever happened until two months after her first birthday. She was sitting in the middle of her parent's bedroom with her mother, the woman busy reading a pork recipe book when the door bell rang. The woman dropped the book on the floor and went straight to answer it, looking very much like a plump little robot. There was a muffled sound for several moments before a high pitched scream rang through the house. It was so loud she wouldn't be surprised if several dead people suddenly got up and decided to go eat a few brains.

She sat up and watched the door, her small green eyes widening when the door opened and in came her mother. Her face was so red that she swore she could see a vein bulging out of the side of her head. In her arms was what some would have called a child and others would have called a monster. The head of dark curly hair was a rat's nest and they had something smeared all over the once yellow dress. There was a pair of blue eyes that stared at her, but they were surrounded by dirt that was nearly as dark as the girl's skin. Jane sat the girl on the floor and practically tackled the phone on the bed, jamming in numbers so hard she could have sworn one snapped off.

There was a low dial tone from the phone as it hummed and tried to connect with whatever Jane pushed in. Huffing the woman left the room, slamming the door shut with enough force to shake the wall.

That left Ann with this mystery person.

She stared at them for several moments before crawling over to the person. The person didn't shrink back or give a blank stare, instead it raised a tiny eyebrow. In that moment a sparkle of hope began to shine all over this person. For once Ann wouldn't have to pretend to babble with another baby or give blank expressions to people, instead maybe this person could understand. Even at one year's old Ann was more than able to speak the English language, perhaps not clearly thanks to all the spit, but she could talk.

She pointed a stubby finger at herself. "Ann."

The person's face lit up and they waddled closer, the tiny fists forming balls as they did. "Selena!"

They sat in silence for several moments before Selena sat on her chubby knees. "Were you dead too?"

"I-I think so." She said. "I 'member not being able to breathe then comin' out of my momma's womb."

"Me too!"

There conversation was cut off by another unnatural scream before something heavy crashed in the next room. Ann looked at the door in concern while Selena shook her head with a knowing look on her face. "What?"

"Mommy brought me here. She must have written something on that note."

"What note?"

The girl opened her mouth to reply, but stopped when the door burst open again. Jane, looking even worse off than before, marched right past the two and opened up closet. She threw a bright pink travelling case onto the bed before throwing all sorts of clothes right on top. She then proceeded to stuff them all into the case and began to gather up a variety of baby stuff as well. "Stupid Joey! I should have known he'd cheat on me with that stupid...stupid that he hired for that one office party!"

The pieces clicked together that a puzzle in Ann's brain. A month after she had been born Jane complained about Joey's habit of having strippers at his 'men conversion' groups. He must have done more than get a quick peak show from one of the strippers and Selena was the product of it.

She glanced back to her mother and noticed that she had taken out a second diaper bag. She tilted her head in confusion as she watched her pack extra diapers and the like into the bag. Well this certainly wasn't heading in the area that she thought it would head...

"Alright girls." She turned back to look at her daughter and the bastard child. "We're gonna go to a pretty hotel and stay for awhile, would you like that?"

Selena let out an excited yip, but didn't say anything while Ann squealed for her mother. Jane said hum, a weird habit she had yet to break, as she picked up first Ann then Selena and went down stairs to stow them away in the small yellow slug-bug she called a car.

Late that night with Jane asleep the two reincarnated children whispered to each other. Ann first retelling the majority of her boring life while Selena retold her own life while eating a chocolate bar.

"Won't that rot your teeth out?" Ann asked. "They're new and all."

"I have to have a lot of sugar for some reason." Selena said. "It was like that even when I was younger, Aunt Roberta added sugar to my milk."

"Hm, so what do you think will happen now?"

Selena shrugged. "Anything I guess. I mean your mom is clearly leaving your dad. I just wonder why she dragged me along?"

"She loves cute things." Jane said. "She would take in stray animals if she wasn't allergic to them."

"She's weird."

"Everyone I've met is."

"Huh?"

Jane leaned forward. "Haven't you noticed how stupid everyone is? Take my momma. Instead of just humming she says hum. Then there's our dad who won't eat anything if it doesn't have pork in it."

"Quirks?"

"No," She said. "that's not it."

Selena yawned, her tiny mouth stretching wide to do so. "Well you figure it out, I'mma go to sleep."

" Alright."

...

The very next day Jane went off to get a divorce and in almost record time the entire marriage was annulled. Jane ended up keeping Selena, because she was cute, and raised her as her own daughter. It was strange that her mother never said anything about the fact that a strange woman was raising her child...Anyway, Jane got a job at a small sub shop down the road from the apartment and soon had a schedule going. She got up early and dressed the girls before dropping them off at her strangely reclusive Aunt Tiffany's house. There the girls would listen to her stories about alien's and that the government was nothing but one huge lie, the only thing interesting was the horoscopes which Ann remembered following in her previous life. By evening the girls would be picked up and they went straight home where they ate whatever Jane brought home and went to bed. The schedule changed a little when they went to Pre-K, they went to school and then their mother would pick them up that evening thanks to evening care. On the weekends they were dropped off at their aunt's place. There was no time for anything else and as such their learning of the outside world was halted to aliens.

This schedule was firmly in place until the girl's were both four year's old. At that point that old sub shop closed down and of course Jane was fired from it. The woman worked like a madwoman for the next two weeks to get a new job. Most times she left the tiny apartment as a wreck and went job scouting, leaving the girl's with the risque teen babysitter from next door.

With the idiot around the girl's suddenly got a whole lot more info on the world. It was strange that they got all of their info out of a bubble gum popping teen for two whole weeks. They learned that the 'town' they were in was actually a giant city and they were just in a quieter section of it. They learned that there was a huge lab in the middle of the city and that's where a lot of money came from, and most importantly they learned that they were going to be evicted soon.

Both girls were tense when their mother came home those nights, watching her stiff body relax into the couch. Those pouty lips droopy and her make up all over her face from obvious tears. On those nights the girls would be as quiet as possible and stay in a corner to play with their dolls. However it was on a Tuesday that Jane came running into the house, pushing out the teen bubble popper, and held out a piece of paper. "Momma's got a job!"

Selena squealed, dropping her cookies in the process, and began jumping with her step-mom while Ann tried to smile. While she was happy for her mother the new job would mean that the schedule would go back to what it was before and there would be no news of the outside world. Jane noticed her daughter's look and bent down in front of her. "What's wrong Ann-banana?"

Her skin prickled at the nick name, but she got to the point. "Where'll you work?"

"At a pizza place, you'll go with me during the night time since Aunt Tiffany doesn't want you guys to interrupt her 'assemblies'."

Ann's ears picked up at that and the fake grin turned warm and genuine. With going to a pizza parlor that would mean real news. From either the TV, customers, or even employees. It was all kinds of perfect!

"Momma, will we eat pizza?" Selena asked.

Jane turned and scooped the abnormally tiny girl up. "Yup! I'm gonna take us there tonight for dinner!" She paraded out of the room, beckoning her eldest daughter after her.

...

When the small bug pulled up in front of the pizza parlor Ann had to read the sign twice. Her small green eyes took in every letter and with each passing second she felt her stomach get queasy. No, it couldn't be right. There really couldn't be that many pizza parlor's named such a stupid and disgusting name though. It was nearly as bad as finding out that the pizza parlor you would work at was called Freddy FazBear's. But instead of just a restaurant trying to kill you, the entire world would try to do so.

"Selena," Ann whispered. "do you know what this place is."

The younger girl's eyes were narrowed. "I thought I was wrong when I saw how I was animated."

"So you know that this is..."

"Invader Zim."

The name rolled off Selena's tongue in a way that made Ann shiver. Unlike most children shows were a good ending was almost guaranteed, the worst happening was a minor moral lesson, it never worked that way in this cartoon. The main character was the villain, the character assigned to save the world was obsessive if not an idiot, and the one sane character just didn't care. Ann had just been reincarnated and she didn't want to go through it again thanks to getting some vital organs removed.

She eyed the shop warily as her mother instructed the girls to get out of the car, ready to jump back in at any moment. She reached out and snatched Selena's hand in her own, giving it an encouraging squeeze. "We're gonna live a long life in this new world. Just do what I tell you and I promise to keep you safe no matter what."

"...Okay."

The two followed their mother into the shop and immediately Ann felt her lunch from that afternoon trying to climb into her mouth. While the pizza did smell good, contrary to what the show implied, the smell of children and puke overwhelmed that. She glanced over to Selena who's face was scrunched up in discomfort, it was nice to know she wasn't the only one affected. However the grand reality was that the smell wasn't the worse part, the actual parlor was disgusting. Grease was all over the walls and floors, there was cheese stuck to everything, and the character suits the people wore looked nightmarish and filthy. Ann finally understood why Zim was such a germaphobe and decided to become one from that moment on. The only saving grace was that the place didn't seem to be that packed, just a few families dotted around here and there.

A man in a chicken suit suddenly popped up from under a table. "Hello and welcome to Bloaty's Pizza, let me take you to your booth. Ka-kaw!"

The females followed the man to a booth towards the back of the establishment and handed out a menu and two kid's menus for the girls. Selena ignored it in favor of nibbling on a pop-tart thing, muttering something about apple pie pizza. Ann ignored her in favor of reading the menu, her interest fading to hatred when she saw the many childish names for pizza. Porky yum yum, peppy pepperoni, and pretty pineapple pizza prettiness. She wasn't even going to pretend that she knew what that last one was all about. She stood up and looked over at her mother's menu from over the top, her eyes lighting up when they caught the name of mucky mushroom pizza. She loved mushrooms, those were her favorite foods in her last life and they were bound to be again.

She pointed a finger at the words. "Please."

Jane nodded. "Alright, but eat 'em all!"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Do you want anything, Selena?"

"...No."

Jane waved down the waiter who was quick about putting in the order. After several minutes of waiting, which ended up in hair pulling on Ann's part since Selena wouldn't talk to her, they finally got a mushroom pizza and a full twenty cheese pizza. The slopping pile of cheese, grease, and baked bread came to their table steaming hot. Reaching over she pulled off one of the only two slices of mushroom pizza and gave it a quick blow before taking a bite. The hot cheese burned her tongue, but it was all worth it when she tasted the muted musky taste of mushrooms. She was enjoying it so much she didn't notice anything else in the entire room, it wasn't until Selena hit her over the head with her kid's menu that she came back down to earth. "What?"

Jane pointed to the table across from them. "The little boy over there wanted mushroom pizza and you ordered the last two, do you mind sharing?"

She looked across the way and her mouth went dry when she saw them. One was a girl with dark purple hair that reminded her of a viper's mouth, her eyes were scrunched up seemingly on purpose. The next was an adult who had strange hair, lab coat, goggles...He looked like he walked out of some kind of convention. The last was a small boy that had scythe shaped hair and glasses that would take up his entire face if he didn't let them slide down his nose a bit. It was the...Well to be fair no one knew what their last name was. Membrane was the first name of the doctor so that left the last name in mystery.

For a moment she wanted to refuse. This was her first time having pizza in a long while, to say nothing of mushroom pizza. But then again what if she didn't give him the pizza and he lost his strength? Then he wouldn't be able to fight Zim and save the world again and again for the ungrateful inhabitant of Earth. Granted Dib was about her age, but anything could happen!

Ripping the pizza off the plate she pushed Selena to the side and reverently held her pizza out to the paranormal investigator to be. The boy shyly took it, thanking her when his father reminded him of his manners. The boy stared at it for a few moments before pointing to the pineapple pizza in front of them. "Do you want some?"

She looked over to her mother who merely nodded. Going over she sat beside Dib who pushed himself as close to the cheese plastered wall as he dared and allowed Ann to jump up next to him. "This pizza is my favorite, the mushrooms look like little aliens!"

"Aliens, my aunt believes in those."

"Do you?"

"Nah," She took a bit out of the pineapple pizza. "I like reading the future with magic."

The boy's eyes lit up and within seconds he launched into a rant about a spell that he had read about that could turn broccoli into candy corn, causing Selena to wander over as well. By the end of the night the three had become friends, though as Ann drifted to sleep she worried that it would change something for the worse...

There we are. Seeing as how there's so many stories of people just up and sliding through the TV to get into Invader Zim, I though it'd be interesting to see what happened if someone was unlucky enough to get reincarnated there. In reality it could be worse, she could have gone to Attack on Titan or something like that.