Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Invader Zim and I will not be making any monetary profit off of this story.
He sat alone in his lab. The only light in the room coming from the computer monitor he stared intently at. The light's reflection on his glasses cast an eerie glow over his features. A sinister smile began to creep across his face while viewing the scene played out in front of him.
At thirty, he is tall and of a slightly muscular build, toned from years of skirmishing. His dark hair is well groomed in his signature scythe style which now falls about mid-back. Honey colored eyes appear cold and his face is smooth and typically free of emotional expression; but not tonight.
After years his goals are finally coming to fruition.
It all started with the addition of a new student to his elementary skool class. A student whom only he knew was actually an alien sent to conquer Earth. Attempts to expose the alien were at first played off as childish rivalry and later in high skool, as flirtatious advances. Eventually though, with adolescence behind him it became viewed as insane obsession...and that's exactly what it had become.