Author Notes:

**Hey! So first let me thank you for reading. I do hope you enjoy my story and review. Critique is also always welcome with reason of course.**

**Now, I would just like to clear a couple things up. This story is not just flashbacks. (You'll see at the end of the prologue and most of Chapter 1.) This is merely to bring the reader up to speed with a main character and the plot which will thicken a whole lot with time I promise.**

**LET ME ASSURE YOU THAT THIS STORY IS NOT JUST CENTERED AROUND AN OC. I get so frustrated with the same bland, OC stories (not that I'm saying they all are, but you know what I'm saying) so I'm hoping to twist this around a little bit and be just a little different. I do have some surprises in store for later chapters**

**I'm not quite sure what genre I'm going to keep this under yet as I have plans for a little bit of everything. This is kind of serious right now, but it will have lighthearted moments as well so keep an open mind.**

**Rating is subject to change from rated T to M**

"Who are you! Why are you here? What have you done with my robot bee?" Lifeless eyes fell upon Zim as he struggled against his own house's security.

"I know what you are Zim. I know why you're here and where you're from." The figure walked toward him and carefully pulled the crude black wig from off his head.

"Release the Zim now!"

"No. Just listen to why I'm here." Zim continued to claw at the robotic tentacles wrapped around his body as his captor drew a short breath. "I'm an Irken, Zim." At those words, Zim froze and he took a good long look at the alien in front of him. Her sickly white body looked worn and abused. There were scratches and scars visible through the rips of her tattered clothes. Faint speckles covered her shoulders as a result of prolonged and concentrated heat damage. Her large faded red eyes were sullen and tired.

"There is no way anything like you could be…Irken! Now I demand you release me!"

"No! And you're not going to be released until you understand why I'm here." She turned around and connected her now revealed PAK to the house computer which began to display her information and memories.

"My name is…or at least was Invader Scun and I need your base to regain what were once mine and more." Zim's mouth dropped as hundreds of unbelievable events flashed before his eyes.

And so begins the flashback of doom.