Moga: I don't own any of the original characters. Everyone else is mine! Review, be nice? First Invader Zim ficcy. Yay!

Zora's purple eyes opened at the sound of a long beep. She had just been awakened. It was time for her to do her job. Her host was waiting somewhere in another dimension for her to strike. Beside her, her twin brother, Tas, was awakened.

"It seems that we may have hosts in the same dimension, Tas," Zora said lowly. "Pity." Zora had never really liked people. She stepped away from the containment units she and Tas had been in. Reaching out one black- gloved hand, she ran it across a computer consol, waiting for the computer to come to life.

"Ah, I see you're awake. Good. I thought something went wrong. I have your assignments. You are to start right away. It might already be time to strike." Zora narrowed her eyes into slits.

"We have just awoken, Father. We will need time to fully awaken and grow up. And, in Tas's case, train for these missions."

"There is no TIME! They are happy! You must go there and choke that!" Her father starred down at her. Why didn't she get it? She was a Shaken, wasn't she? Tas understood. But Zora didn't.

With a "Hrmp" Zora turned and disappeared, already locked in on her target. Her father's white eyes narrowed. She couldn't be trusted. He closed his eyes, now unseen in the darkness. Tas's red eyes blinked, before he disappeared following Zora into the dimensions of their hosts.

The lab was in chaos. Wires sparking, glass littering the floor, and among the chaos, a loan robotic arm stood intact. A small Irken female, just born, sat on the floor, clutching her hand over her right eye. Why, why had she stayed here with that other Irken? Her eye. It hurt so much. She couldn't remember much. Just that other Irken, the one on the robotic arm. She thought it would be fun to watch, that's all. Than that sharp thing had hit her. He hadn't even noticed. But than, she couldn't even see him. Maybe he was under something.

She didn't really care. She just wanted to get out of this place. Her name was Experiment UHATSA (Ultra Hyper and Thick Sensitive antennae), or Thicket. Her thick antennae were limp against her head. She really didn't care.

"Chao?" she called. That was what she was calling the other Irken. She didn't know his name. Just that he was small, had red eyes, and was just a little older than she was. Oh, and he spread chaos.

No answer. Blah. Pain. Bored. Waiting. "I need a bigger vocabulary." She didn't see the red and purple-eyed shadows appear in the corner.