WARNING: This story will start having spiritual references along the way, but if you're a real Invader Zim fan I'd believe you wouldn't mind.

Every Irken is born as a mindless smeet with a gray and pink PAK as life support. Then they are taken up and given all Irken memory, a personality, and a cause.

I can't help but feel sorry for the little smeets, not because all their life will be filled with nothing but the lust for invading and conquering. No, partially that, but not just that. It's just the fact they were raised to obey the Tallest as the highest figure in the universe. When the real one they should be taught about is the real highest figure, God. He created my planet and beyond. Carefully giving us each a purpose, not like their cold unfeeling robot arm.

"What was with you yesterday?" blue-eyed, Lac, my best friend since academy year 6. Her short antennae fell to her cheekbones and curved into an artistic snowflake like structure. She wore the typical writer uniform as everybody else, except with shiny accessories attached to the tip of her antennae and around her neck. They were heard to originate from Earth, Former Invader Zim's old planet. Now the jingly assets clanked noisily against her chest.

"What are you talking about?" I shrugged it off, knowing she what she was talking about but pretending not to.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, the incident with… Zim." She hushed the last word as if it was too fragile to be spoken in a normal tone.

I threw my hands up in the air, "Oh for crying out loud! There should be no problem for writing a book about a former invader!"

She grabbed my arms and pushed them down, her cheeks turning a shade greener, "Keep it down, people are starting to forget about it."

My eyes filled with venom at the words, "Yeah! Who cares! Zim! ZImmy! Zim! Zim!" people started to gasp again; some screamed and covered their antennae. I couldn't stop myself now. I was too into it.

"I love Invader Zim!"

The things that followed happened way too fast for it to be comprehended. Everyone around me screamed or gasped wildly as they had been but louder. And suddenly two security guards were towering before me, and then I found myself in the back of a police voot. Then an office. And finally a white room, chilly and creepy as heck.

The door swung open and a sad-faced Ms. Gili looked at me.

"Oh… my. My. My. My." She shook her head at me, "I never thought you would end up here."

"By the way where is here?" I asked innocently.

"Juvenile Defect Rehabilitation." She sighed.

My blood ran cold; this was Zim's last resting place. I looked at the cell number and to my ironic surprise; it was precisely Zim's old cell number. My eyes shifted over to the snickering guard, he had caught on before I had apparently.

"Still love Zim, defect?" he laughed.

"It has come to my attention you just violated Rule 13457 Code 97683 Subject: mention of Zim's name to be strictly frowned upon and be dealt with by consequences." I spat back smirking.

"Yeah, well so did you, 6 times." This sent him howling again and I growled in resent, turning back to my boss.

"When will I be released?" I breathed, still irritated with the guard's sniveling.

"Hopefully in about an hour." Ms. Gili smiled, but it wavered back into a frown.

"Well… this is gonna be the longest hour of my life." I sighed and kicked a piece of broken restraints. Then I realized in horror that it was stained in blood. And not Irken blood.

~"Zim! Zim! No please! You can't do this you sick monsters!" a voice called out miserably as large, wide, frightened magenta eyes, ringed in darkness from angry resistant tears, watched the pleader like a sad, silent good-bye.

"Discard of him." Tallest Red commanded not batting an eye as two guards that held the pleader in hand-cuffs hacked at him mercilessly. ~

"Hey you! Yeah you! I'm talking to you!"

I blinked unknowingly at the guard in front of me.

Ever had an out of body experience? I just did.