Crystal Child

by Azuranaito

"When the time comes, when the darkness disappears, you will have your freedom, crystal child, Kamaria." This all started because of the search for a superweapon. The weapon was a child, sealed away long ago because of fear. Darkness. And now he's set her free. Free to walk the Earth again among humans. Only to end it all later on. But does he really want to?

1. Chapter 1

Crystal Child

Disclaimer: I own nothing from this Invader Zim story except for the OC. This cartoon belongs to Jhonen Vasquez, but if it belonged to me, it'd still be running because it is freaking hilarious.

A/N: I am aware that I still have Serenade to work on. But, I wanted to go ahead and start writing this, because it seems like a good idea right now. And apologies later on in the story if I can't keep Zim or Dib in character.

Well, all that aside, let's get to the story.

Chapter 1: The Human Crystal

Zim typed away furiously on his computer to locate an ancient relic of extreme power. He hadn't been to the Skool in three days, not like he cared anyway. The teacher was worthless on speaking information that could lead to the mass genocide of the human race. He scanned an omnidirectional holographic model of the Earth itself, scanning for anything that could be a massive threat to mankind. After countless hours of search have proven fruitless, Zim stormed out of his chair and began pacing around.

"This is RUBBISH! Rubbish, I say! Surely the Earthen's greatest weapon is not that well hidden! How can they hide it from ZIM?! They are idiots, idiots, I say!" Zim screeched to himself in frustration. The Irken invader paced around some more, growing increasingly frustrated.

"GRAAH! IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE! HOW CAN THEY HIDE THEIR WEAPON SO WELL?!" He screamed. Then Zim marched back to the computer and sat down in the chair, typing furiously again for about thirty more minutes before stopping.

"Computer, how many Earth days have I been searching for this elusive weapon?"

"Three Earth days."

"What is the charge on my PAK?"

"About 56%. You have enough charge for one more Earth day and about 25% of another."

Zim placed a hand where his chin should be in deep thought. What should he do? It wasn't like his search was getting him anywhere, and yet, he's virtually searched the entire Earth for a weapon! Even the Antarctic, and there was no life to be found there anymore. He's searched for a weapon using scanners on the U.S soil, but there was nothing but the atom bombs. Garbage. The Armada's cannon's have laid waste to Blorch in less than a day. It would take a thousand human atom bomb to destroy the whole human race.

Great. The only weapon I did find that was a good possibility to use was the atom bombs, and those things are useless compared to the Armada's cannons! Ugh, what now? Zim thought to himself. He facepalmed, then slammed his head on the computer's keyboard in defeat.

"Computer, what day is it? Thursday?"

"Incorrect. Today is Friday. "

"And what is the time?"

"7:44. You have 16 minutes to make it to the skool."

Well, that didn't help. 16 minutes was about how long it took to get there to the skool. But, it wasn't like the Irken cared anyway, he did miss three days just this week looking for a superweapon. He went up to the house level of the base to grab his human disguise, which, really were just a wig and a pair of blue contact lenses.

"GIR! Where are you? I need you to stay inside today. GIR?" There was no response from the S.I.R unit. It was quieter than it normally was. Zim sighed in annoyance. He didn't have the time for this. Maybe if he ran, he could barely make it. He glared, then begrudgingly, ran as fast as he could.

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One minute to the bell, and still no sign of the spaceboy. He's missed four days in a row. Sounds like Zim is planning something big! Dib thought to himself. But, he was proven to be disappointed, when, just as the bell began to ring, Zim burst through, falling flat on his face.

"Ow..." He groaned. He got up off the floor and dusted himself off. There were a few tears in his uniform and a few hairs were out of place on his wig, but apart from that, the alien seemed to be alright. A few kids were laughing, not like he exactly cared at the moment. He walked to his desk and stole a seat, rubbing at the cuts on his arm. Blood was pouring from those cuts, especially one on his leg.

At least they can't see I'm bleeding. Good, that keeps me from compromising my mission. Now, after this, I have to go back to finding the weapon.

There was a hiss from the elderly Ms. Bitters, and everyone silenced. "Alright children, since I've used up my time this month to talk about how we're all doomed, I am going to talk about something else. A recent satellite scan from the Membrane Labs found a highly concentrated amount of radiation on Mount Everest,"

All of the students' interest was piqued then, Zim and Dib included. Ms. Bitters pulled the projection screen down and activated the aged projector. A picture of the "highest mountain in the world by talk of elevation" was shown. "This is the picture of the mountain itself. While there have been many people that perished trying to climb this mountain, there has yet to have been a human to set foot in what was claimed to be a myriad of caverns inside the mountain of extremes. In one of those caverns lies something with extreme amounts of energy inside,"

That was enough info to get Zim excited for once. He raised his hand and began waving it. Ms. Bitters hissed, rasping out, "What, Zim?!" Zim settled down and, calmly, asked, "How much energy can be found in those caverns?"

"Nobody really knows for sure." Was all she said before droning away from the topic and going into the death toll of Mount Everest. Zim tuned her out, considering that the area where the Mount Everest was, honestly, was the only place on his omnidirectional holographic model of the Earth that he hadn't checked. That was, admittedly, a little bit embarrassing. He scribbled down a few notes for his upcoming plan.

Dib looked over his shoulder from the corner of his eye at his rival. Planning. That was what the Irken was doing, and Dib knew it from the smug smile on the alien's face. But was he really crazy enough to go to Mount Everest? Knowing Zim, that was EXTREMELY probable. Though, he wasn't so stupid as to fly there in his Voot Runner, and actually scale the mountain. No, that was pure bloody stupidity all in its own right.

The bell rang for recess, and all of the human children escaped the room. It wasn't til after they all left that Zim followed suit, the smug, prideful look still remained on his face. Dib glared a look that screamed "If looks could kill..." before leaving the room.

Dib continued to watch his rival with the same glare he had when he left the classroom. Zim was still writing down stuff on that sheet of paper, probably things he was going to need when he extracts the weapon.

"Gaz, are you seeing this? He's got an effective plan this time; I remember those radiation readings well from when Dad showed me back at the labs. Gaz? Gaz, are you listening?" Dib asked his sister. Gaz wasn't paying attention, she was just playing her Gameslave 2. An uninterested sound escaped her.

"Man, why does nobody see these threats? Am I really the only one interested in protecting the human race?" Dib whined to nobody in particular. "Shut your mouth before I rip your arm off and stick it down your throat, Dib. Just face it: there's nothing to protect. The human race is nothing but a bunch of dumb fucking morons. And Zim is just another moron, like you." And she left while continuing to play her Gameslave 2.

Meanwhile on the other side of the playground, Zim was making a small checklist of items to bring on the Voot Runner while trying to find this "concentration of extreme energy on the mountain of extremes". He drummed his pencil on the disused wood bench in deep thought. He went over his checklist carefully.

Oxygen tanks? Check. Oxygen masks? Check. A heating apparatus for the Voot Runner? Tricky. A coat for myself? Check. Juice, so Zim does not get dehydration (is that even possible in the cold? And do I even need to worry about that?)? Check; there's probably still some at the base unless GIR didn't waste it all. A rubber pig to keep GIR preoccupied? Definitely. But there's something I'm missing? Maybe the heating apparatus?

Zim stared at the list with fixed attention, trying to think of the thing he was missing. So far, it all seemed to check out fine except maybe that heating apparatus. Oh yes, now he remembers. Stronger glass shielding for the Runner; apparently high altitudes and blistering cold on Earth shatters the glass. He'll have to make the modifications later.

He rubbed at his eyes. Funny, were it the lenses bothering him again, or was he actually... tired? Irkens generally didn't need sleep unless the charge of their PAKs were low. He'd have to go into sleep mode before he did anything else on his plan... maybe. He was a very stubborn Irken, and doing certain things were considered weak.

Zim groaned in irritation. He slid his checklist and pencil inside his PAK and laid down on his side in the splintering wood bench. Was he really doing that? Succumbing to such weakness? Apparently so; his eyes were already closing. But, unfortunately, he only got five minutes of rest before Dib woke him up.

"What are you planning, Spaceboy?!" Dib yelled. So much for a peaceful awakening. Zim thought bitterly and sarcastically to himself. What he said out loud though had a much different tone. "I'm just writing down a- how you say- a "to-do list" for the weekend. Must you always be in Zim's business, filthy human?" Zim snarled in frustration before getting off the wooden bench and walking off. The bell was ringing for the humans to go back inside.

Of course, what Zim said, Dib didn't believe. Heck, the boy was beyond paranoid now, and was technically borderline insane. And it was all because of that alien! He was the cause of all of that. He was going to bring the Earth to its end unless Dib did something. Frankly, he should stop these notions; what was the point anymore? Nobody believed him!

Grumbling to himself, he walked back inside the skool. And, while the rest of the day went slow, it was an easy day, luckily.

But what of Zim? What was he going to do? Well, Dib intended to find out.

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Later that afternoon, Dib snuck into the enemy base. He his in the little bush he usually hides in and looked through the window. Zim wasn't really doing anything at the moment except disinfecting and bandaging the cuts he had on his arms and the one large cut on his leg. That one poured blood. How the kids in the classroom didn't notice that were beyond both the human and alien.

"Grrr, stupid animals. Note to self: don't ever pull a stupid stunt like that again. Vaulting over those splintered fences was one of the worst ideas Zim has ever had." Zim grumbled to no one. Well, no one other than his robot minions, Minimoose and GIR. Minimoose was helping bandage the wound on Zim's leg. At least one robot wasn't totally useless.

"Why's your leg pink, Mastaah?" GIR asked with a childish grin. "My leg is bleeding, GIR. Irkens have pink blood. Agh, great gods of Irk, this hurts. Stop wrapping, Minimoose." Zim commanded. The floating moose replied with a squeak before bandaging Zim's right arm.

"Ugh, at least this will all be worth it, once I have that weapon. But, all things aside, I need to know what else I have to bring... Computer, what is the charge of my PAK?"

"36%. And unless you have a portable charger, you won't be able to make the trip back from the mountain with your current charge."

Zim facepalmed again, laughing dryly. "Of course! That and the heating apparatus. Ok, that makes sense. But my PAK will shut down into systemic stasis. It'll charge gradually, so I'll basically be asleep during that. That being said, what would happen in a eventuality where I may forget the charger?"

"There will be a 100% chance of disaster, since GIR is always unaware of what's happening. The Voot Runner will crash, killing all occupants."

Now that seemed to unnerve Zim. He got up from the sofa, and paced around a little bit. He took out the pencil and checklist and revised it, including the portable PAK charger.

"OK, that seems to include everything. But, wait, Computer? Would I lose the charge in my PAK faster because of the cold?"

"Yes, considering that you will be in extreme cold. Protective clothing and proper heating are advised."

Zim nodded in understanding, with a leering smile on his face. He left the house area of the base through the out of place toilet elevator in the kitchen, ready to put his evil plan into action. And, unfortunately...

Dib didn't even hear a single word. Not a single word! Zim usually shrieks at the top of his lungs about something like this! Was the incompetent Irken invader getting smarter? Or was his "idiocy" a facade? Dib did see something much noticibly different in the invader's body language, however. He was much calmer than normal. Excited, but still calm.

With nothing to go by, and the fact that the security system was tightened up; another thing that surprised Dib as of last week, the child paranormal investigator went back to his house and waited the for the storm to come.

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Several hours later, in an underground hangar of the base, Zim had several items stowed up but not stored inside his Voot Runner. There were three oxygen tanks, an oxygen mask, a couple blankets, a small cylindrical device with cords running out of it that had the Irken symbol, a rubber pig, which GIR was already playing with, and a couple extra items like the juice and a thermos of hot chocolate. That wasn't really on the list, but GIR wore Zim down to the wire.

"Alright GIR, I have the modifications to the Runner complete, now we just need to account for the weight. We won't really know how much the weapon weighs, but, we can track it down. I managed to rig up an energy detector with the spare amount of time I had modifying the Voot Runner. With it- oh, GIR, will you stop playing with that damn pig long enough to listen?!"

"Wheeee! Rocket pig! Fly!" GIR tossed to pig in the air, but in a flash, it was caught by Zim, who was glaring at the little robot with a deep scowl on his face.

"My piggie..." GIR said sadly. Zim threw it down on the ground and pinned it under his foot where it made a shrill squeak in protest. "Focus, GIR! This is the best plan I have ever come up with and all you want to do is play with a toy pig, eat, sleep, or ANY COMBINATION OF THE THREE! THIS MIGHT ACTUALLY BE MY BIGGEST CHANCE TO DESTROY THE EARTH, AND I WON'T HAVE IT RUINED! GET THIS THROUGH YOUR THICK METAL SKULL AND YOUR TINY, MICROSCOPIC BRAIN, YOU STUPID USELESS SCRAP HEAP, I WILL NOT HAVE MY MISSION RUINED BY YOUR CHILDISH IDIOCY! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!"

GIR trembled in fear, tears threatening to burst from his cyan eyes. His master was very serious this time. Zim usually wasn't this laser focused and steel willed with things like these, and with the fury he spat this time, GIR didn't even need a brain to know he had to stay behaved. He steeled himself up, much to Zim's delight.

"Good. Don't cry when we get there. Now let's load up these supplies." And that's what they did for fifteen minutes. The last thing added to the ship was the portable charger, which Zim hooked up into a small, oddly shaped outlet. That was easy enough, but when it was all over with, there was the sound of a transmission signal from the Computer.

"That's... peculiar. Wonder who that could be."

He walked to the Computer, figuring out the transmission was coming from the Armada. He opened a transmission, and the faces of the Tallest came up.

"Oh, my Tallest! What a surprise, I was just about to leave the base." Zim explained. "Zim, I'm surprised you haven't contacted us in over a month. Not that we care or anything, but what have you been doing? It's a surprise inspection." Tallest Red explained. "Yeah, so what have you been planning?"

"Well, I haven't had anything planned yet, sirs. But I have found recent scans of a massive amount of energy in the caves of the deadliest mountain on the Earth. For about three Earth days, I've been trying to find a weapon to destroy the planet. However, the energy readings on this specific weapon are greater than that of an atom bomb. Now, if I may, sirs, I must take my leave." And the transmission ended.

"OK, GIR, let's go! But first, I need to check the current charge of my PAK." Plugging a mechanical arm into an outlet, the charge of the PAK was revealed on screen. It was 27%.

"Hm. At least I have the portable charger installed. Now let's go." With that, Zim and GIR boarded the Runner. The launch sequences were logged in, coordinates on screen, Voot Runner set on autopilot. Everything was ready. The doors to the hangar opened, revealing the blue sky that was ahead. The sun was starting to go down.

"Launch in T-minus ten seconds." All systems were go. Nothing holding them back. It was very rare that a plan like this was going so well. Zim smiled with an unnerving shimmer in his magenta eyes. The countdown echoed in his mind. 10... 9... 8... It was the beginning of the end, in a way. 7... 6... 5... The true nightmare was about to be found. 4... 3... And the Dib-human wasn't going to stop him.

Not this time.

2... 1...! "Ignition. Hangar doors are open, and we are ready. All systems go. Are you ready, GIR?" Zim asked. "I's scared, Mastaah. But yeah, I's weady." GIR replied. Zim only nodded before activating the ship. It sped out of the hangar with impressive speed and a sonicboom, shattering the windows of the base and nearby houses.

"This is the moment of truth, GIR! When we find the weapon, the Earthens might as well kiss their asses goodbye!" Then Zim did his evil laugh. GIR giggled along for a second. "I like asses. They're donkeys, right?" GIR asked, giggling again. Zim quirked an antenna in confusion.

"I don't really know what that has to do with anything, GIR, but yes. Donkeys are called that too. But, nevermind that. I have the coordinates to the mountain locked. It will take several hours even with the Runner flying at this speed, so, I will take the opportunity to charge my PAK. In the meantime, don't. Touch. ANYTHING! Except your pig. But DO NOT throw it! Is that understood?"

GIR nodded, fiddling his metal fingers. He really wasn't interested in playing with it right now. GIR was struck with a brief start when cables shot out from Zim's PAK and connected in the little slot above the Irken's seat. They were just the charging cords plugging into the portable PAK charger. Zim slumped over in his seat, eyes closed, a small bit of his snake like tongue sticking out.

GIR didn't really seem to care at the moment. It was nice and quiet. That usually bored the little robot, but taking a nap didn't really seem like a bad idea. The S.I.R unit curled up in his seat, closing his cyan eyes in a peaceful slumber. The ship kept flying. It was smooth sailing from here.

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CRASH! The sound of metal groaning woke the invader and the robot. The cords plugging into the portable charger retracted back into Zim's PAK. CRASH! It sounded like they had arrived near the mountains. The energy detector was going crazy, and it seems the Runner was flying right into a blizzard. Wind, ice, and powder snow blocked all field of vision through the windshield, so whatever Zim was flying into, he was flying blind.

He turned off the autopilot and started flying the ship again. The energy detector keep beeping like a sonar, the weapon being 20 clicks to the northeast. That was the only sense of direction Zim had right now; the energy detector.

CRASH! The sound of ice ramming the ship made the sound of metal bending and groaning even worse. But if the Voot Runner could survive multiple trips through the freezing vacuum of space, then it should be able to survive an Earthen blizzard.

"Hang on, GIR! We'll have to land on any acloves if there is any, this storm is just too much!"

"Will the shippy ship take it, Mastaah?" GIR asked. Zim shrugged, a look of worry on his face. "I hope so. Otherwise we won't have a way home. 12 clicks to the north. At least we are getting close, GIR. Hold on to your pig, I'm going to speed up a little bit more." GIR nodded and squeezed his rubber pig tight as Zim eased up the speed of the ship. In a way, he was flying into disaster.

But did he care? Yes and no. He didn't care about the damage the Runner took, as long as it could still fly. However, he did care about getting back to the base intact, GIR included. He actually cared a little bit for the little machine. But if he could only listen more... that would be heaven.

Only a few more clicks, and they would be in the cave, right on top of the weapon. Zim began to slow the ship down to the speed it was originally going, but the winds seemed to get worse the closer he got to the cave.

Until, he finally made it. The ship landed in the cave, and the energy detector was beeping like bloody hell! Pulling on the coat that he had thrown in the ship before departing, Zim opened the hatch of the Runner, leaping out into the cave. GIR followed suit, immediately noticing many shiny gemstones.

Very shiny, was actually an understatement. The cave was filled with huge rose quartz crystals as far as their eyes can see! And they were actually glowing! Glowing with raw, untapped, unknown energy, and it was making the scanner go haywire, as there were multiple signals over all directions. Zim grumbled in irritation as the scanner kept beeping erratically. He kept following one particular signal that was literally frying the power of the scanner. When he got closer, the power shorted out and the screen cracked, right down the middle.

"Really? This happens now? Ugh, useless machine. But at least I know the weapon is near- great Mother of Irk, that is a GIGANTIC CRYSTAL!" Zim shrieked in surprise. And he was right! This particular crystal was taller than all of the little ones. It stood at about 7'8; making it about the same height as the Tallests. Imagine how much the thing would've weighed if the Runner could carry it. Of course, Zim wasn't foolish enough to do such a thing with a blizzard going on.

He took a closer look at the rock. It was so... shiny. So smooth and polished. He could see his own reflection in the gemstone crystal. He placed a three fingered hand on its surface. Even with the rubber gloves on, he could make out the smooth texture. Some powder snow and dust got on the glove, but what he saw inside the crystal shocked him.

What he saw was a foot and a bit of a human's leg. Using the spider legs in his PAK, Zim clambered up to a height where he could dust the crystal off to reveal what was frozen in it. To his surprise, once he cleared the dust and snow off, he could make out a female human child was inside the crystal! A human! Was this the weapon that he so coveted?

Zim looked at his broken energy detector. The highest concentrations of power were being radiated from the inside out of the crystal. He was very perplexed how a crystal could hold a human in stasis. That's what it looked like to him, anyway. The girl was had one leg curled behind the other, the leg pointing straight down. He couldn't make out much of nothing, other than the position of the body and the fact that her hair looked... like she was suspended in water almost? He couldn't really tell.

Zim couldn't tell if this human girl was the weapon or not, but since the energy detector died within seconds of coming in close contact with the specific crystal, he had to assume that she was, indeed, the weapon in question. But how was he going to extract her out from the crystal without killing her; that is, if she was even alive. And what was that uneven lump in the ice? It was really starting to get irritating.

Growling in irritation, Zim kicked at the lump, wincing in pain afterwards. A glint of pink flashed out against the stark white. That made him quirk an antenna in confusion and surprise. He brushed the ice off of the flat rose quartz prism. Strange words were etched on it, words that Zim had seen before.

Cum venit tempus,

Donec tenebris perit,

Erit vobis libertatem,

Puer cristallum, Kamaria.

He murmured the words under his breath and quirked a nonexistent eyebrow in response. "What in the name of Mother Irk? What kind of human gibberish is this?" He asked nobody in particular. GIR was too busy trying to pull a small rose quartz crystal out from the permafrost, so Zim was staring at the prism by himself.

He was debating on saying the words out loud. He wasn't very sure about them to begin with, what with the words being complete gibberish to him and all. But, it was somewhat suspicious that there was a plaque in front of a holding chamber to what Zim believes could be the beginning of the end of the human race. Was this what he really wanted?

Yep. He wanted it a little too much. He wanted to end the human race with one of their own, and perhaps earn the respect of his Tallests in the process. Not wanting to wait anymore, Zim spoke the words of the prism aloud. And, for a few moments, nothing happened.

Then, with a flash of light, the crystal glowed a brighter shade of pink, and shattered into a myriad of pieces. It knocked Zim back two feet, the Irken landing on his behind in the ice. The plaque didn't shatter like the crystal, and the human girl started to fall to the ground. Acting on impulse, the Irken invader caught her before she fell to the ground, landing on his belly, wincing in pain afterwards. He landed right on top of the cut leg, but the girl was unscathed.

"OK, GIR, let's go back to the base." Zim commanded, struggling to stand up with the female human in his arms. "Can I have these rocks? They're so pretty!" GIR exclaimed with child-like glee. "Get them, and the tablet under my foot. We need to study them. But yes, you can keep one crystal as a souvenir."

"Yay! I go get the crystals now!" And while Zim carried the girl to the Voot Runner, GIR gathered a lot of the crystals, actually obeying and getting the crystal plaque. It was heavy to the little robot, but he was able to carry it. Zim had the human child in the back of the runner with the supplies. He knew the blanket he brought for GIR would come in handy for something else. Now he knew what.

GIR came back to the Runner with a bunch of crystals in his metal head, and the crystal plaque. He set it down next to the girl. Zim shut the hatch of the Voot, and activated the launch sequence again. The ship flew out of the cave and back into the storm.

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The ship was still flying. It had been flying on autopilot for a while now. Zim stared at the human girl lying unconscious on the ship's floor. She looked much different from the filthy humans he had seen back in the city. She was a ghostly, deathly pale white, and her hair was as white as the icy ground the crystals had jutted from.

But the strangest thing about her, were the dark pink and blue markings that were all over her body. They were very pretty on and around her eyes. Blue marks were on her right eye and all over her right side, the same applying on her left eye and left side. A ragged brown tunic was all she wore, as she didn't have any shoes. Another thing Zim noticed was that she had clawlike fingernails. They were about two and one half inches long, longer than average human fingernails. Irkens usually had claws longer than that, especially the Tallest. But there were some, like service drones, that had claws about as long as this human's.

Zim stared at the girl's unconscious form. The ship had long since escaped the blizzards of Mount Everest, but the second time flying through the storm, he could see. The blizzards parted way surrounding the Runner. How strange. That wasn't natural.

Zim walked back to his seat and watched as the ship kept flying over the ocean. There was enough fuel to make it back to the city, and all he could see at the moment was the sapphire blue ocean. He hated water with a fiery passion, but the blue ocean was so... pretty. It gave him a small feeling of homesickness for some reason, but he can't remember what.

The cords of the PAK plugged into the charger. Zim felt his eyes growing heavier. He looked at GIR, who was asleep with his artificial tongue hanging out, then at the human, then at the ocean, then back at the human. His eyes were about to close.

I will study her later. The human is alive, but I wonder... what of those markings on her body? What does that tablet mean? And how does she possess enough energy to destroy my tracker and divert the storm? That will be figured out in time.

And I hope she will truly be the beginning of the end.

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A/N: This will be a longer story than Serenade. Also, I am aware that I might have made Zim a little OOC. But, that's how it'll be in this story, honestly. I'm gonna make him a little more intelligent than the cartoon's canon. Surprisingly, this is longer than any chapter of any story I've ever wrote, and heck, I've worked on this for only two days! New record for me!

But, a little heads up for next chapter: when the girl wakes up in the next chapter, keep in mind that her dialogue for the most of next chapter will be in brackets, like this "[statement.]" That will be because the girl will be speaking another language throughout most of that chapter, and it takes a LOT of work to translate all those words. I think I've said enough, so...

New Invader Zim FanFiction author, CallieSizemore601, signing off.