Disclaimer: IZ and Alice in Wonderland do not belong to me.

NOTE: Majority of this chapter is in First Person, cause it was just dying to be told that way.

"Zim!" Dib cried out in amazement. He ran over to the Irken, who climbed down from his mount on one of the creatures, "But- how- why-?"

Dib's foe chuckled, "Honestly, Dib, am I really the type of life form to just roll over and die? THINK AGAIN! Irkens are so much more superior than that."

The statement made Dib roll his eyes. Of course Zim would make it, "But still... I saw them capture you! The Queen would have had you beheaded moments after I got away, maybe an hour at most. How are you here?"

A zippered smile flashed upon the Irken's face. It seemed as if Zim had waited for this particular question, "Well... if you insist... I shall tell you the GLORIOUS story of my escape! With a little help from the lesser beings," He gestured to the group of escaped prisoners awaiting orders from someone on what to do now.

"Well then, spill," The human sat down. Zim scowled.

"Do not tell ME what to do! But I shall tell you anyways," He sat down next to Dib, "It started soon after you escaped on the bandersnatch. I was fighting for my life..."

I watched as the Dib ran away on that strange monster he somehow tamed. I didn't know or care how; the sword and he were safe. Wasn't that all that mattered?

The guards were still set on defeating me. I wasn't completely stupid; this was a fight I could not win with strength alone. The sheer mass of their numbers had already spelled out my demise. With a fleeting glance at the retreating form of the bandersnatch, I dropped my spear and held my hands up in surrender. The queen looked at me in surprise, but quickly got over it.

"Y-you impudent worm! I hereby sentence you to death! OFF WITH HIS HEAD!" The servants and guards rushed to meet her demands. I sneered. Most of them would probably go against her, had she not had that thing in the tower just above us. From the corner of my eye, I could sense it stirring, waiting for the command to be released.

Two guards grabbed me by the arm and escorted me back to the dungeon I had just broken out of. How ironic. I just got out to get put back in. Only this time, I would be taken out again for my death. I sighed, "At least Dib's got the sword. Maybe he can make things better."

"Or maybe he can't," An all too familiar voice rang out, "Maybe he had grown co-dependent on you. Maybe when you die, he'll be wracked so much with misery he'll die, too."

My eyes narrowed, "Don't you have anything better to do?" I asked the cat floating next to my cell. He only flashed that large, semi-creepy smile in response.

"What could possibly be better than helping an honest Irken avoid death?" He inquired.

I narrowed my eyes at him, "YOU want to help ME, of all people?"

He seemed to shrug, "Why not? Wonderland isn't getting any better, might as well do something myself."

An idea formed in my superior Irken cranium, "Okay, I have a plan! Here's what we need to do..."

Later, I walked out into the arena, led by two guards holding me a little too tightly for comfort by the arms. Underland's people who really did not want to be here but had no choice watched as I, the first outsider here in ages, was led to what would be my death. A -oh, what are they called?- guillotine, that's it. A guillotine was centered on top of a platform.

I situated my head in the guillotine, trying to make myself comfortable. The Queen sat on her throne, surrounded by people with ridiculously fake oversized body parts. A fake nose, fake stomach, fake ears, etc. Anyhow, the knave stood on the side of me. He fingered the lever that would end my life. I smirked. And on signal of the queen, he pulled it down.

People all around me gasped as a head fell into the basket. I stood back up, poking my real head out of my shirt, "Phew, it's stuffy in there!"

Again, they all gasped, which made me roll my eyes. The dead head lying in the basket turned back into the Cheshire Cat, floating again in midair. Like we planned, he flew up to the nobles, bumping into them and revealing their fake oversized parts.

The Queen gasped, "You lied to me! You ALL LIED! OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!"

"NAY!" I yelled up in protest, "Brothers and sisters of Underland, do you not see what she is doing! SHE is the reason you're all miserable! But the time has come! The Vorpal Sword is in the possession of the White Queen! TODAY, WE REBEL!"

Cheers roared out from the crowd. I couldn't help but smirk a little as they all ran down to help me. We would be leaving the castle as a group.

Fighting the guards was a cinch, now that I had proper back up. With a spear, we easily fought our way through them. When I met the Knave, I didn't hesitate to slash him with my spear, sending him down to the ground.

"FOOL!" I told him, "I AM ZIM! BOW BEFORE MY SUPERIORITY!" And then, just for good measure, I spat in his face.

I jumped atop one of the escaping creatures. Riding him, we made our way here in record speed. Where I saw you talking to the White Rabbit. But you know the story from there.

"Uh, wow," Dib stated, "That's pretty impressive. And I'm glad I'm not the only one who finds that cat disturbing."

Out of nowhere, the cat materialized next to Zim, "You were saying?"

Dib jumped and screamed. Zim couldn't suppress his snickering.

I just couldn't help that last part. I wanted to end this chapter on a good note. And I fully admit it was mostly an excuse to focus on Zim.