Disclaimer: I cannot even begin to touch what JV has created. I just play with his characters and hope he doesn't find out I'm doing it.
A/N: New fandom, go me. This is a high school (or hiskool if you prefer) fic although it's just the setting. Don't be scared off by it. Oh, and light ZADR so turn back now if that's not your bag.
Edit: Hmm, well I suppose this is what I get for writing under different names. No, I didn't steal this, you can find the same story on AFF under my other penname obsessive-depressing-love. (Which, as I look back on, is a rather obnoxious penname.) This is/will be more like the kid friendly version for those who are wondering why it's posted on two websites. Hope that's all cleared up.
Warnings: Slight OOC, suggestiveness, light swearing, ZADR, um, Zim's crazy thought process?
Prologue
This time his plan would not fail because he had learned to adapt. Zim had realized that his plan to take over the Earthenoids wasn't working because he didn't blend in. He wasn't 'normal' to the meat bags, and because of that he could not easily manipulate them to bend to his will. Although those disgusting sacks of flesh were stupid and just begging to be destroyed, even they noticed there was something wrong with him.
Zim should have realized this. He was an Irken invader. He was a master at blending in, and yet he hadn't. Years passed and with each hideous passage of time he had yet to tell his Tallests that he hadn't taken over just yet, that all he needed was a little more time for them to accept him. The humiliation that he, one of the great Irken elites that had been a leading commander in Impending Doom I, hadn't even taken over the pathetic little city he inhabited rankled the alien like no other.
Time after time the Dib monkey would thwart his ingenious plans and flaunt the failures in his face that the human race had survived another day. His smelly mouth filled with dirty lies as the Dib laughed that he would never amount to anything and that he would always be different. Such, such emotion had swelled throughout his body like the force of radioactive rubber pants at the remark. He would blend in and he would conquer the rotting ball of filth and its disgusting meat bags. All he had to do was take more notes, observe the information and create a newer, better disguise.
So he had left, packing up his home base and taking Gir with him to move as far away as possible from the horrific place as possible. He had ended up in a place called 'New York' that had suited his tastes just fine. Here, it was okay to look a little different and no one remarked upon his mannerisms because everyone acted a little crazy. After years, he had a carefully crafted new look, a new name, and a new plan to take over the world.
And this time, it would be perfect.