Invader Zim, its concepts and personalities are copyrighted by Nickelodeon/Viacom. I, BioKraze, own nothing save the original plot of this fanfiction.
I'm sitting in a purple chair, witnessing the downfall of the Earth and all its life forms from the safety of Zim's space fort. I called it the Irken Crescent, and he seemed to like the name. I'm looking at the dying world of my birth, as thousands of Irken spaceships fire their red and green beams on the surface of the doomed world. Zim tells me the ships are called Shuvvers, and their job is to sweep a planet of all its flora and fauna. He calls this task the Organic Sweep.
I hope that Gaz and Dad are down there, dying the slowest, most hideous deaths the two of us can think of. They never did listen to reason, after all. Such a shocking transgression deserves the ultimate punishment. I sit beside Zim, thinking of how this all came to pass.
I had approached him during lunch at the hi skool, and I had told him that I was through with the humans. After seven years of being ignored by all save the alien interloper I had sought to destroy, I had decided that perhaps he would be amenable to a plan that would work. Granted, it didn't involve much on his part, except for the Irken equivalent of nukes and a few hacked messages between powerful world leaders.
The human nature to exact vengeance did the rest of the work for us. Civilisation tore itself apart in a matter of mere months, and I had helped Zim plan his speech to the Almighty Tallest. Of course, they had accepted him back as an Invader, but only if I was there to counsel the Irken on certain matters.
It's been almost seven months since the wheels were set in motion, and the Irken Armada showed up by the fifth. The Irkens had very little left to do, and the two of us - me and Zim - had come up with the perfect idea of what to turn Earth into. A planet where Irken scientists and technicians practiced all forms of science, from conducting autopsies on living prisoners of war, to developing new weapons based on human and Irken technology. A fitting tribute to the dead civilisation of man, and the Tallest approved. I can't wait to meet them in person, thank them for the release I craved so badly since Zim had first landed.
I hear that perhaps I can become an honourary Invader, helping out other Invaders by providing a fresh view on things...a human view. I smile at the thought of such a job. Invader Dib. Yeah, I like that idea. The saviour of mankind is now the secret weapon of the Irken Empire. Of eight billion humans amongst a background of innumerable species of plant and animal life, I'm the only one worth anything to the Irkens.
What a devastatingly beautiful thought...