Special Addition Author's Note: I was just as heart broken as anyone when I heard about Nick canceling IZ. I even considered ripping up this fic. But then I thought better of it. If worst comes to worse then all we'll have left will be fanfics and recorded episodes. With the Tallest as my witnesses I won't stop writing or reading (as long as there are other IZ authors around) the Invader Zim fanfics I love so much. I hope you all agree cause it's a lonely section that has only one author. Anyway, this is an idea I've been tossing around while I've been really frustrated with my other IZ fics and skool. I hope you all like it.

Sick to death of disclaimer; if I must say something about ownership then it'll be Jhonen created it, made it was it IS, and Nick's just a bunch of…

It was a dark and stormy night. Hail the size of malnourished poodles pounded down on the empty sidewalk. No one in their right mind would be out on a night like this. However, it is foolish to assume that every being in this wide, wide world is in their right mind. For tonight a murderer walked the streets of Henniker.

Felicity Varns was dressed only in her bathrobe. Totally oblivious to the fact that the window she had so carelessly left open was about to be her final downfall. She didn't even consider the window until she heard the hail hitting the bathroom window. Fearing for her plants she ran to shut the window. She was too late. She closed the window and turned around only to be confronted by a masked murderer. And then the ninjas attacked-

"De!"

"What!" yelled DeDreamer, irritated by the interruption.

"Can you log on to one of those Zelda websites and find me a walkthrough?" asked her little brother Ryan walking into the room.

"Not now," replied De getting more annoyed with every word. "I'm working on my action/adventure-murder-suspense-with-ninjas-story." Ryan chuckled then stopped abruptly when he saw the computer screen.

"Oh you're serious."

"Yeah," replied De rolling her eyes.

"Well, I helped you look for your pitchfork," said Ryan sensing he was losing the argument.

"Yeah, but we never found the pitchfork did we?" said De as if explaining to one of the Nickelodeon executives, not that he brother was that much more intelligent.

"So! I need my walk-through!" cried Ryan now officially desperate (he gets this way whenever he plays video games all morning, I blame the radiation).

"Look! Why don't I use my mysterious author powers and yank Link or whomever it is you want out of their dimension so you can tie them to a chair and force quality advice from them!" suggested De too annoyed to think about what she was saying.

"Is that legal?" asked Ryan sounding hopeful.

"I don't know, do video game heroes count as US citizens?"

"I don't think so, it might be a copyright violation though."

"What isn't? I'll give it a shot."

"You will?" asked Ryan getting all puppy eyed.

"Not if you keep looking at me like that. Come on." With those sentiments De lead the way to her room, where she opened one of her closets (I have 3, don't ask) and pulled out a very battered, complex, looking device.

"What is it?" asked Ryan slightly awed.

"An inter-dimensional transporter… thing," said De as she fiddled with the numerous knobs and buttons.

"How does it work?"

"Can't tell you," answered De almost too quickly.

"Why not?" asked Ryan trying to look pouty and failing miserably.

"Because…" said De trailing off as she hit a button with excessive force, turning the machine on.

"Tell me!" yelled Ryan over the din created by the inter-dimensional-teleporter-thing.

"Because it is a very complicated device that not even I know how to run!" yelled back De as quickly as she could. Fortunately for what was left of DeDreamer's dignity a strange portal opened (yes in my closet) and practically spit out a small green being. The being flew past the author and demi-author hitting the wall and creating a crack that would cause De's mother (and by default De) much grief.

"De!" whine Ryan once the dust and noise created by the inter-dimensional traveler's arrival has subsided. "You got the wrong guy."

"Where am I!" demanded the little green man.

"Hi Zim," said De a little nervous and a lot embarrassed. Ryan groaned and was about to launch into a long stream of complaints but De stamped on his foot before he could get started.

"How do… oh, you must be another one of those authors," said Zim obviously unimpressed.

"Well yes…" started De.

"Fools! As if you could EVER capture the glory that is ZIM in one of your PATHETIC hyuuuuman stories!" shouted Zim tossing a ceramic cat his had been examining over his shoulder. De winced as the thing shattered upon impact with the floor. "Stupid human stink stories," muttered Zim causing De to glare and Ryan to nod his head in agreement.

"You… you wouldn't happen to working on one would you?" asked Zim sounding interested in spite of everything he had just said.

"Actually I've been working on several," replied De unable to resist talking about one (or several) of her fanfics. "They aren't going anywhere though," she added rather regretfully.

"Never fear human! For I, ZIM, shall help you rescue your pathetic little story," declared Zim grandly, dropping one of De's treasured ceramic dragons in the process (which Ryan caught just for the sake of getting into the story again). Having 'offered' his help Zim promptly marched out the door and down the hall looking for the main computer.

"Wait a minute Zim," said De following him. Ryan sighed, dropped the ceramic dragon on De's pillow and followed the odd pair; it didn't look like he'd be beating Ikana Cavern today.

Zim found the computer and used climbed (with some trouble) onto the chair. "So… how do you access files on this primitive thing?" asked Zim randomly hitting buttons.

"Hey! You'll ruin my story!" said De trying to grab the keyboard away from the little Invader.

"Is that what this trash is?" asked Zim scanning De's opening. "I thought it was a virus." De turned red and would have hit the guy if she had had the extra space in her hotmail account for all the hate mail she'd get in response to her actions.

"Listen Zim, writing stories isn't easy. It takes a lot of hard work, dedication and sugar," said De more irritated than she had been with Ryan.

"Hmmmph, I could write better trash than this," declared Zim deleting De's story.

"Oh yeah right," replied De.

"Oh yes I could," replied Zim.

"No you couldn't," replied De remarkably like a 7-year-old.

"Yes I could."

"Can't, can't, can't!"

"Could, could-

"Shut up!" yelled Ryan, he was utterly fed up with the whole ordeal. Zim and De glared at Ryan who suddenly became very self-conscious. "I mean, can't you just let Zim write a fanfic and then you'd know for sure if he could write," said Ryan a little nervously.

"Not a bad idea for a human stinkbeast," said Zim thoughtfully.

"Like Zim knows the first thing about fanfiction," said De still a little put out.

"Very well! I shall write a fanfic! And it will be the greatest, most fanfictionisty piece of writing ever!" With that Zim spun around in his chair and typed 'Once upon a time…' on the screen.

"Er, that is how these stories start isn't it?" asked Zim a little uncertainly.

"Depends on what type of story you're writing," replied De smoothly. "That type of beginning is usually at the beginning of fairy tales."

"Fine, I shall write a parody of one of your pathetic Earth fairy tales," declared Zim turning back towards the monitor.

"You've read fairy tales?" asked Ryan curious in spite of everything.

"Yes I've read fairy tales," sneered Zim turning back to his 'fic' whilst muttering to himself "What kind of human worm baby hasn't know all the Earth fairy tales by heart."

"Doesn't matter if you know them or not Zim, you'll be sued if you don't put in a disclaimer," said De still sounding slightly annoyed with all this. "Or more likely, I'll be sued."

"Of course," said Zim. "I knew that." Zim's hand froze just above the keyboard. "Could you… just remind what one of these 'disclaimers' should look like?"

"Oh boy," said Ryan smacking his forehead. "Not even De can explain one of those…"

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AN: Welp, there's my idea. What do you think? Will I crash and burn? I'm pretty sure I've only managed to channel and animated character once and I've always had trouble writing about Zim (more so sense the recent bad news Sign petitions!). Suggestions are always welcome, goodness knows I need them.