A/N: To give you an idea, I wrote this somewhere in 2013. I posted this a long long time ago but took it down, mainly because people didn't understand that the main characters are supposed to be one-dimensional. None of these said relationships are healthy, due to the dwindling sanity of said characters. I'm re-posting this because it's actually a good story, and it's finished, and that Domino is portrayed so well within this.

Remember my warnings.

The anxiety was enough to make his squeedily-spooch convulse. His hands fumbled with the access key to the door, almost falling from his hands. He wished his brother never asked him to go this far, but his position granted him the exact access they needed. If anything it was his paranoia that was getting in the way of the plan. He was afraid of getting caught, executed and the plans they worked for years on going to waste.

It was far too much pressure on a little Irken.

The Resisty used most of their funding for this plan. It was something that needed to be done right, and without error. It was a plan only few were told about. Resources were imported from elsewhere, taken months at a time to acquire. When everything came together the plan was set to go forward. Everyone had their parts to play. They had to be played perfectly. For him, his part was of the utmost importance. With a shaky sigh he slid the key through the scanner, making access into the restricted wing.

Khan had worked his entire life on the massive, gradually being promoted and making lead scientist. His coding was to be a doctor, but after realization that he fainted at the sight of blood the Tallests' took pity on him and made him a scientist. He proved to be a better scientist than he was hoped to be, and through the years earned the Tallests' respect.

Now he had the task to use that respect and recognition to turn the tides. He was going to become a wanted man that may or may not die immediately for what he might do.

He managed to keep it together as he passed the higher ranked soldiers, trying to keep himself from twitching uncontrollably out of anxiety. But then he normally twitched out of anxiety. The engine room was close, and after setting the bomb he had only a small window of time to execute the second part of the plan before escaping. He glanced at the bag in his hand, holding it tight.

'You're the only one who can do this Khan.' He could remember his brother's words. 'It will be perfect, and you will be completely fine. We have people on the inside that will help you.'

'But if there's others who are in on this why am I the one doing the dangerous part?'

'You are the only one that is short enough to pull it off.' He was then handed the bag, and when he looked inside Khan finally realized.

The engine room was empty, thankfully for Khan. He glanced around before entering, walking quietly between the humming engines and kneeling down. He began to strip himself of his clothing, taking the replacement clothes from the bag and staring at them. Standard issue Invader uniform. He unfolded the clothes and put them on. At the bottom to the bag were a pair of contacts. He took his goggles off, putting them away into his PAK and standing up, slipping the contacts on. With a glance at the glass pane of the power supply his reflection showed him the face of the legendary fallen Irken. Invader Zim, the Irken who single-handedly helped the Resisty in many ways without knowing it.

After the Resisty had captured the Tallests' last communication with Zim, they decided that he would do one more thing for them. Zim would get his revenge, without being there to accomplish it.

It all started with a virus; a virus that had affected Irken PAKs by poisoning the internal brain, causing the host body to become rabid, destroying themselves and others around them. This virus was set loose by an Irken, a spy from the Resisty that had infected a section of the Massive. He was one of few Irken that were already protected with the anti-virus. It only took one infection, and time was quick for two months later, half of the entire Empire was dead. Along with the list of casualties was Tallest Purple himself, who had mysteriously disappeared. He was rumored however to have died among his people, being shot by Tallest Red in defense.

What was known as 'The Great Infection' marked a turning point for the Empire. Everything changed, and mortalities were realized. The mission for control had warped into a mission for re-population, and those who had been slaves to the Empire were being taken in for breeding experiments, as the Tallest was now intent on creating an Irken that didn't require the use of a PAK. The search for the perfect Irken had started, and with that came along the ruthless bloodlust for the persons who had unleashed the virus. It wasn't long until the creators of the virus were captured and revealed as two Irken that had went against the Empire and its ways. They were put to death in the most brutal way possible; antennae being ripped from their heads before they were placed in a vat of acid, left to become writhing masses of blood and carnage that was later flushed away without a care.

One Irken remained, however; the one who had set the virus loose. He had vanished without a trace, and Red wasn't going to back down from finding him. The plans, however, were set, and the Massive began to move once again, but not for planetary conquest. They were moving for re-population, moving for revenge. The Resisty, a group that once thought harmless, was now the most sought after organization by Irken kind. Those who would stand against the Empire were now free for mutilation and torture, which those loyal to the Empire took to heart. Irken who were seen as traitors to the Empire were immediately put to death or were taken to be tortured with no hope of escape.

When footage from the security cameras surfaced, there was a single Irken who stood out among others. A specific Irken running from the blast site. Red could taste the bile rising from his throat, glaring at the screen with such loathing and rage before shattering it with his own claws.

He whipped around, enraged, glaring at the few soldiers he had left. "I want you to capture Zim and bring him back to me alive. I'll be the one to kill him with my own hands."