Okay..I just noticed that only half of this chapter had been posted and not gonna lie- that's really embarrassing. So, I apologize. Here's the ACTUAL first chapter.

The once proud Irken Elite sat idly in his Voot, hoping that with each passing moment, his assigned planet would suddenly appear and hopefully rid him of this overwhelming sense of boredom. Zim tapped his fingers against his thigh as he tried to drown out the wailing of his obviously malfunctioning SIR unit. He let out a heavy sigh and mentally cursed himself for using the hunk of metal fro a whipping boy- beating him for every little thing that went wrong until, it could no longer stand the abuse.

The Irken lost count of the days after the first month. The days seemed to fade into the weeks without the ex-Elite noticing. He pondered over every second, every minute, every hour and everyday; he decided it had been over six months.

Zim sighed and sat back in his seat, eyes closed as he crossed one leg over the other. How long had it been since he'd had a challenge, a purpose to live? There was a time when he would have been more than happy to go on the front lines of war, facing an enemy in hand-to-hand combat before ending their lives. But now, now it was too easy- too exhausting to count the bodies of those he'd hardly lifted a finger to destroy.
How exciting would it be to actually find someone who stood up against him, or made his blood boil with overwhelming rage without any physical assault? Or someone who's wit could par with his own? A small smile tugged on the corner of his lips, secretly hoping he'd find that person soon- before the war got out of hand. But little did the green male know, that person was only a few thousand miles away, looking up at the stars- wishing for the exact same thing.

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"Finally!" The Invader groaned as the targeted planet barely came into view.

Behind him, the manic giggling of the SIR unit pierced his antenna. "I like the purty lights!" he mused, pointing to the green and blue rock as they became closer.

"Silence Gir!" Zim hissed, eyes slightly narrowed as he tried to contain his annoyance. "Thos aren't lights you stupid robot, it's planet- Earth?" he narrowed one eye. "What kind of stupid name is that?"

"I like it!" Gir chirped happily.

"I know you do…." the Invader sighed as he rolled his eyes. "That my insane robot, is our new home."

"Yay!" Gir shrieked.

Sighing, the Irken massaged his temples as he continued. "We will set up base at the center of all this chaos- a place called Berlin. In Germany." Zim snickered. "What better way to observe the eventual death of millions by living in the very heart of this world's war?" Smirking, he began typing furiously, setting autopilot on his preferred base set up. Once he'd finished, he set back in his seat once again and closed his eyes, waiting to receive the signal to inform him he'd finally arrived to the place he'd call home.

It wasn't until a few hours later that the Voot finally touched German soil. Stepping out into the night air with his hand on his hips, Zim surveyed his surroundings with narrowed eyes. "This place is so, primitive…" He shook his head, sighing. The buildings, as beautiful as they were, were somewhat- unimpressive. The giant wooden structures seemed to hold no real defense against any sort of threat. The Irken tisked, looking around the uninhabited street.

Jade lips twisted into a sly smirk as his eyes fell upon a vacant lot between two buildings, more notably, two shops. Zim tapped at his chin as he inspected the tempting piece of land. "Small, but it should suffice." He nodded. "Yes, no one should notice if I were to, squeeze myself in." He chuckled and made his way back to the Voot. Tapping his boot impatiently, Zim waited for the Voot to transform into the cloaking machine that would give him not only his disguise, but his life. He groaned once it was done, growing bored in the short minute it took. The ex-Elite stepped up to the screen and scanned through the most common looks in the area. Finally, he decided on a plain black wig that hung over his face, purple contact to hide his burning, fuchsia eyes, and a long, black trench coat to hide his uniform. He looked down at Gir and kicked him into the machine and selected the most common pet disguise- the dog.

Once that was taken care of, the Irken picked a plain house design before stepping back to watch his new home emerge from the ground. The green male whistled to himself, eyes scanning the deserted street to confirm that he was indeed alone before they finally rested upon the shop left of his base. "Membran Optical Repair…" Zim mumbled to himself. "What an odd name." He shook his head and headed to the small, shack-like house he was to call his base, content by how smoothly the night turned out. But little did the Invader know, hazel eyes watched in silent horror from the attic window, determined to investigate the unexpected stranger