Invader Zim is owned by their respected owners. I had started this fic two
years ago, I stopped because in the new season of Invader Zim, Zim had
become even more moronic then in the first season and it made this fic even
more unbelievable. Actually the whole Irkan race is occ, but oh well. The
first 8 chapters are gonna be kinda shoddy because I was to lazy to
completely rewrite the whole thing to make the quality any better. I'm
changing a lot of the stuff around especially the parts with Zim but he
will still be very out of character but he'll still be Zim...just parental.
Prolog: Every 25 Earth years, Irk celebrates the end of emperoress Xio's rule over Irk and the new rule of the Tallest. This holiday was called Nioxina. Every Irken comes back to the home planet to feast, wiggly their antennas, and scary monkey dances around primitive bon fires for a week. Everyone forgets the stupid acts of other Irkens, even the Tallest forgive Zim for messing up Impending Doom I, and almost destroying their home planet, and destroying the half the armada, and killing the power for a year, and so on, because it is a happy time. Everyone is happy. Well during this joyous holiday Zim and GIR have returned. Because this is a happy time and everyone is happy he is not laughed at or belittled by the other Irkens, not even the tallest. All the Irken girls play with GIR and Zim lives life like a normal Irken. In the morning (the celebrations are at night under the three moons, moons are pretty) Zim and GIR return to Zim's old tiny living unit, which all Irkans are given, which consisted of a sleeping unit, a small work unit, and a TV wall. It has been the second night of the celebration, Zim is not tired yet, but he's too lazy to plan the destruction of earth on his vacation. This is where the story begins.
Zim curled up in his old bed, looking at the holosimulation starry sky above. The room was dark now, only a faint light coming from the TV wall. The room hadn't changed in all these years. It even smelled the same. Zim yawned out of boredom. He wasn't quite tired yet. He wished that he could sleep, but the events of the that night ran through his mind. He loved this time of year. It was the only time Irks could act as they did before Xio took over and changed everything into a technological wasteland. The dances and feasting satisfied the little primitive instincts inside him. It was like going back into you birthing tube, surrounded by nurturing warmth and comfort of a peaceful darkness. Deep inside his little Irken body, a part of him begged to go back to those times before the steel, before the computers and machines; even tough he himself hadn't been alive before those times. But, so did every Irk, and they all knew that they could never go back. Xio made sure of that, by putting chemicals to turn them into mindless zombies and drowning out their instincts of survival. She destroyed the fruitful forests into trees of steel towers and the oceans into seas of wires flowing of electricity. When the Tallest came into power, they tried to stop pumping Irken children with chemicals that would turn them into empty drones. The sad truth was that they became dependant on the chemicals. After so many years of being bread in tubes, Irkens could not survive without them or breed naturally. Any Irken child born without being treated with the chemicals slowly wasted away. Through research, the chemical birthing soup changed so that the Irken children had somewhat of a mind of their own only to have separate ideas on taking over their neighborhood planets. Purple had once said that in the rein of Xio, nothing had changed and their race had almost become concurred because no one could think of new ways to destroy the enemy. Some instincts returned to Irkens, but they were very weak. It was more of a dreamy nostalgic feeling inside. New instincts had aroused from their tiny bowels as well, the after birth from the years of the rein of Xio. To concur and destroy. These instincts were strong. And would forever lay deep inside and Irken's heart for generations to come. All these thoughts ran through Zim's head. He wondered how Irk used to look before Xio. Only the tallest had lived that long. They were from a time that the shortest ruled, and when Xio was chosen as ruler. The tallest Irkens where experimented on. It gave them almost an eternal youthful life, the ability to float, and unprecedented fighting ability. It was also why their bodies where deformed and they had sharp internal pains all the time.
Zim realized that the room was strangely quite. "GIR!" The little hyperactive robot didn't respond. "GIR!" Zim called out again, and there was still no answer. 'Shit' Zim thought to himself. He really didn't feel like finding GIR but he knew that the little robot would end up breaking something and getting him in trouble. His communicator slid out of his backpack. "GIR! Where are you! Get back here right now!...GIR...GIR! Damn it!" Zim cursed under his breath, they were very close to the Research Center. No one would be there if GIR got in and decided to reek havoc on the place. Zim activated a tracking device he had made just for GIR a while back. And Zim took special precautions that GIR couldn't remove his tracking chip like he did with all his other chips. His eye twitched when the tracker showed that GIR was in the old Xio nursery. When Xio fell, the tallest made sure that all her terrors fell with her. All the documents of making superior Irken beings where burned. All her mass weaponry that made the biological sweeping look like water pistols were destroyed. Her palace was broken into rubble and all her loyal servants executed. They destroyed all they could, except one thing. She had a nursery of unhatched experimental Irken children. Each with different abilities beyond imagination. The tallest couldn't destroy the nursery, for they were experiments themselves and it seemed wrong not to give them a chance. They nursery was always under close surveillance. Whenever a child was born they were examined immediately. They were trained differently from the other Irken kin and learned to use their powers to do good for Irk. They always looked different from the others, which made them exceptionality beautiful and respected by the other Irkens. But they all hatched at different times. Even to this day most of the experiments haven't hatched. And that's where GIR was.
Prolog: Every 25 Earth years, Irk celebrates the end of emperoress Xio's rule over Irk and the new rule of the Tallest. This holiday was called Nioxina. Every Irken comes back to the home planet to feast, wiggly their antennas, and scary monkey dances around primitive bon fires for a week. Everyone forgets the stupid acts of other Irkens, even the Tallest forgive Zim for messing up Impending Doom I, and almost destroying their home planet, and destroying the half the armada, and killing the power for a year, and so on, because it is a happy time. Everyone is happy. Well during this joyous holiday Zim and GIR have returned. Because this is a happy time and everyone is happy he is not laughed at or belittled by the other Irkens, not even the tallest. All the Irken girls play with GIR and Zim lives life like a normal Irken. In the morning (the celebrations are at night under the three moons, moons are pretty) Zim and GIR return to Zim's old tiny living unit, which all Irkans are given, which consisted of a sleeping unit, a small work unit, and a TV wall. It has been the second night of the celebration, Zim is not tired yet, but he's too lazy to plan the destruction of earth on his vacation. This is where the story begins.
Zim curled up in his old bed, looking at the holosimulation starry sky above. The room was dark now, only a faint light coming from the TV wall. The room hadn't changed in all these years. It even smelled the same. Zim yawned out of boredom. He wasn't quite tired yet. He wished that he could sleep, but the events of the that night ran through his mind. He loved this time of year. It was the only time Irks could act as they did before Xio took over and changed everything into a technological wasteland. The dances and feasting satisfied the little primitive instincts inside him. It was like going back into you birthing tube, surrounded by nurturing warmth and comfort of a peaceful darkness. Deep inside his little Irken body, a part of him begged to go back to those times before the steel, before the computers and machines; even tough he himself hadn't been alive before those times. But, so did every Irk, and they all knew that they could never go back. Xio made sure of that, by putting chemicals to turn them into mindless zombies and drowning out their instincts of survival. She destroyed the fruitful forests into trees of steel towers and the oceans into seas of wires flowing of electricity. When the Tallest came into power, they tried to stop pumping Irken children with chemicals that would turn them into empty drones. The sad truth was that they became dependant on the chemicals. After so many years of being bread in tubes, Irkens could not survive without them or breed naturally. Any Irken child born without being treated with the chemicals slowly wasted away. Through research, the chemical birthing soup changed so that the Irken children had somewhat of a mind of their own only to have separate ideas on taking over their neighborhood planets. Purple had once said that in the rein of Xio, nothing had changed and their race had almost become concurred because no one could think of new ways to destroy the enemy. Some instincts returned to Irkens, but they were very weak. It was more of a dreamy nostalgic feeling inside. New instincts had aroused from their tiny bowels as well, the after birth from the years of the rein of Xio. To concur and destroy. These instincts were strong. And would forever lay deep inside and Irken's heart for generations to come. All these thoughts ran through Zim's head. He wondered how Irk used to look before Xio. Only the tallest had lived that long. They were from a time that the shortest ruled, and when Xio was chosen as ruler. The tallest Irkens where experimented on. It gave them almost an eternal youthful life, the ability to float, and unprecedented fighting ability. It was also why their bodies where deformed and they had sharp internal pains all the time.
Zim realized that the room was strangely quite. "GIR!" The little hyperactive robot didn't respond. "GIR!" Zim called out again, and there was still no answer. 'Shit' Zim thought to himself. He really didn't feel like finding GIR but he knew that the little robot would end up breaking something and getting him in trouble. His communicator slid out of his backpack. "GIR! Where are you! Get back here right now!...GIR...GIR! Damn it!" Zim cursed under his breath, they were very close to the Research Center. No one would be there if GIR got in and decided to reek havoc on the place. Zim activated a tracking device he had made just for GIR a while back. And Zim took special precautions that GIR couldn't remove his tracking chip like he did with all his other chips. His eye twitched when the tracker showed that GIR was in the old Xio nursery. When Xio fell, the tallest made sure that all her terrors fell with her. All the documents of making superior Irken beings where burned. All her mass weaponry that made the biological sweeping look like water pistols were destroyed. Her palace was broken into rubble and all her loyal servants executed. They destroyed all they could, except one thing. She had a nursery of unhatched experimental Irken children. Each with different abilities beyond imagination. The tallest couldn't destroy the nursery, for they were experiments themselves and it seemed wrong not to give them a chance. They nursery was always under close surveillance. Whenever a child was born they were examined immediately. They were trained differently from the other Irken kin and learned to use their powers to do good for Irk. They always looked different from the others, which made them exceptionality beautiful and respected by the other Irkens. But they all hatched at different times. Even to this day most of the experiments haven't hatched. And that's where GIR was.