A/N: And welcome back everyone, to the next chapter of this jungle AU. Sorry it's been so long since the last update, but as usual, between other stories taking priority, writer's block, and finding numerous new ways to distract myself, I didn't have the time or energy to work on this. But I'm back to it now, so let's dive in.

Oh, but here's an upside to how long this took. It worked out to me posting this update on the 20th anniversary of Invader Zim first airing. So, happy IZ Day everyone!

Disclaimer: I do not now, nor have I ever, legally owned the rights to Invader Zim. The canon series and all things related to it belong to Jhonen Vasquez.

Read on!

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As Dib sat stuck on that roof with Viera, the two of them trying to ignore the awkwardness of the situation and get to know each other, he was unaware that his good luck was still at work at a much grander scale then he could have realized. And definitely not in the way he'd initially acknowledge as "good", at least not in the short term.

Had Dib not come to New Age-opolis and inadvertently killed Miyuki, then the alliance between Nooth and the demons would have gradually allowed them to conquer and assimilate all the countries of the Earth. It would have taken years, but eventually they would have reached and easily enslaved his village. And Tak would probably have been executed for siding with him against her own kind. But now, that alliance was as dead as the Demon Queen was.

Of course, even without Miyuki or her contract with Nooth, there was still a chance that the demons and the corrupt lord could have salvaged their deal, had cooler heads, like Miyuki's original heir Demon Lord Spork, managed to prevail. Unfortunately, that was not the case — Spork had died several years ago in an accident involving Zim, several stampeding rhinos, quicksand, and a lot of mangos. Because of this, the position of Miyuki's heir had gone to the twin brother Demon Lords Red and Purple, who were a lot less calm and controlled than Spork was when things went wrong.

"He said WHAT?!" Red exclaimed as Skoodge cowered on the floor of the infernal throne room, having just delivered news of Miyuki's death and Nooth's demands.

"L-lord Nooth said that-" Skoodge started to repeat himself, only for Purple to kick him hard and send him skittering across the floor.

"We heard you the first time!" the violet-armored demon snapped, "And who does that human jerk think he is trying to con us like this after we were being so generous?! We weren't even going to stick him in a cage!"

"He's an annoying pain the ass, is what he is," Red commented as he turned to stare out a window at the infernal realm he just became co-ruler of, scowling in thought, "Not to mention a potential threat if he stops playing with his bronze and actually figures out how to use the full potential of Mulungu's flesh and blood. With Miyuki's contract no longer binding him, there's nothing to stop him turning those machines on us!"

"So, what do we do?" Purple asked, taking a bite out of one of the huge sides of meat he kept lying around. Red didn't answer for a few minutes, silently contemplating the situation, before a firm look appeared on his face.

"Well, there's really only one way to deal with this," he declared, turning and pointing at Skoodge, who was getting back to his feet and rubbing his head, "You, go make yourself useful and spread word to all our Generals to begin assembling our legions."

"Yes,Your Majesty," Skoodge replied with a bow, quickly turning and leaving the room.

"War?" Purple asked, looking to his brother with a smirk.

"War," Red replied with a matching look, "Honestly, Miyuki should have just done this in the first place. With our forces augmented by all that Mulungu-powered technology, we'll be unstoppable. No force, human or divine, will be able to stop us from taking this whole world for our own."

"Whoo! When we get our hands on that stuff, I'm gonna build a machine that pumps out food around the clock!" Purple proclaimed happily, taking another bite out of the haunch he was still holding. Red rolled his eyes but didn't reply to that comment, instead turning and walking out of the room and heading towards his private chambers to prepare for the conflict ahead.

They were going to march on Nooth, and everything and everyone that got in their way would burn…

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While the demons prepared for their war on New Age-opolis, the city itself and most of the people within it passed through the day without a care in the world. The day went by, night fell, and then day came again. And during all that time, Dib and Viera were stuck up on that roof, with nothing to do but get to know each other.

Dib had told Viera all about his life in his village, including his family and his old battles with Zim. Though he decided to leave out mention of his harem for now, since he didn't think it was a good idea to bring it up right after having met her; a lot of people who heard about it for the first time out of context tended to assume he was forcing the girls in it to be part of it against their will until he could clarify things. Given their current circumstances, he didn't want Viera to get the wrong idea and toss him off the roof in outrage or something.

He also didn't mention Tak being a demon, but that just seemed like common sense.

Anyway, after giving his abridged life story, Dib managed to guide the conversation to learning more about Viera. She explained that her father was a snake charmer and her mother a botanist, so when she'd started exploring her magical talents she'd taken what she'd learned from both in order to merge and expand her skill sets. While she might occasionally still get specific aid from more experienced alchemists or witchdoctors, she'd learned how to breed snakes and plants to develop a wide variety of toxins and nectars that were useful in all sorts of potions, both magical and otherwise. All of which meant that she had been prepared for a bright future as a potions maker.

But then things had changed — as Viera explained it, where New Age-opolis now stood used to be a rather large town, it and the surrounding miles of jungle ruled by a benevolent Queen, who had led her people through peaceful and prosperous times. Unfortunately, these good times had come to a sudden and unexpected end when the Queen, her family, and most of her high council had suddenly died in a fire that ravaged the town. Afterwards, the only council member to survive was Lord Nooth, a minor advisor whom everyone had previously treated as more of an unofficial jester. But with the rest of the leadership dead, there was no one to stop him from taking over. And then everyone stopped caring, because out of nowhere he started producing those miraculous machines of his, swiftly creating this vast city and its advanced way of life out of the ashes of what everyone had known before.

Viera was one the only one, as far as she could tell, who found anything suspicious about Nooth's sudden rise to power, with everyone telling her to just accept it as a twist of fate and move on. But Viera had refused to do so, and had discretely begun investigating the situation. It hadn't been long before she'd uncovered the number of demons now starting to live in the newly founded city, and their connection to Nooth. Unfortunately, she couldn't prove any of it — she didn't know if it was bad luck, willing blindness on the part of her fellow inhabitants, some kind of curse laid down by the demons, or some combination of the three, but whenever she tried to expose the demons' presence, people would either ignore her or be distracted by something. If she managed to temporarily disrupt a demon's magic disguise, everyone wrote it off as some kind of street performance; if she attacked them with holy objects and blessed tonics, she'd get tossed in a cell for assault; if she tried putting up graffiti as both warning messages to people and wards meant to scare off the demons, the latter were never effected and the former shrugged it off as art. On and on it went.

Dib really couldn't help but sympathize with her, given his own past with Zim, especially when Viera mentioned how she'd been dubbed the "crazy snake girl", for both her efforts and for wearing her snakes as clothes (and it hadn't helped her reputation that she didn't hide the fact that the primary reason for doing so was to always have the snakes on standby as weapons against the demons). And he had to admire how she persisted in trying to expose the demons no matter what, simply because it was the right thing to do.

Anyway, this commonality had served to help them get past the awkwardness of their situation, and start to actually bond. And so they passed the day until night fell, at which point they eventually curled up under the bushes and drifted off to sleep. Which led to now, as the sun rose and Dib slowly awoke to the by now very familiar feeling of a naked female body held close to him…

"Wait, what?" Dib thought, as his mind cleared from sleep enough to register that something wasn't right about what he was feeling. Forcing his eyes open and blinking his vision clear, he looked down at himself… and blushed brightly as he saw Viera laying splayed across his chest.

"How the hell did this happen?!" he mentally exclaimed, forcing himself to keep quiet so as not to wake her, "We went to sleep on opposite sides of the bush! Did we instinctively get closer to share body heat overnight? Oh man, I better move — if she wakes up and sees this, she's gonna shove my head up my ass!"

Dib started to slowly move, in hopes of separating from Viera without waking her, only to freeze as he felt something cold pressing against his shrunken genitals. Being very careful not to move his lower body, Dib tore his gaze away from the sleeping Viera and looked further down… and paled as he saw that somehow, at some point Viera had gotten ahold of a dagger, which was now being held right against his junk.

Where had she even gotten that from? And what was Dib supposed to do now? While it wasn't being pressed hard against his crotch, the positioning of the blade and his shrunken state meant that it'd probably neuter him if he tried to move away. But if Viera woke up and found them in their current state, she'd probably do that to him anyway!

For several minutes, Dib desperately tried to figure a way out of this conundrum, before it was taken out of his hands. With a muffled grumble, Viera stirred awake, instinctively stretching as she did do, the movement of which against Dib's body stirred up enough arousal that he nearly castrated himself on her dagger. As she felt herself rub up against him, however, she frowned at the unexpected contact and cracked her eyes open to see what she was curled up with. Then her eyes shot fully wide as she saw the state she and Dib were in, a blush quickly blooming on her face.

"…Good morning?" Dib offered meekly, likewise blushing.

"Gah!" Viera screamed, jumping away from Dib, who scooted away to give them more distance between each other, "How'd that happen?! Did you try something last night after I was asleep?!"

"Of course not!" Dib protested, genuinely offended by the accusation, "We must have moved closer to each other in our sleep to share warmth or something."

"Yeah, okay, that makes sense," Viera muttered, looking away awkwardly. Dib blushed again and likewise tried to keep his focus either away from her or at least above her neck, though considering they'd both seen everything of each other already, he was wondering if there was even a point to trying to maintain modesty by now. Still, trying to avoid the awkwardness from overwhelming them again, Dib decided to start up a conversation again, and went with what he felt was the most pertinent question.

"Where'd you get that dagger?" he asked.

"Huh? Oh, this thing? I kept it hidden under a rock up here, in case of emergency," Viera replied with a shrug, "I felt like having it on me just in case you tried anything funny last night."

"Hey!" Dib protested with a scowl.

"What? I just met you, I can't just instinctively take your word that you wouldn't do that kind of thing," Viera pointed out, "Especially not after finding out about your precious harem."

"Yeah, I guess I can see your po-WHAT?!" Dib started to reply, until her last comment registered, "How do you know about that?!"

"Oh, you don't remember?" Viera asked rhetorically, "Right, let me fill in the gaps for you…"

Flashback

As the sun was starting to set over the city, Viera was just wrapping up telling her life story to Dib. To her surprise, she found that despite Dib being a stranger from the more savage lands, she liked talking to him. He was a good listener and conversationalist, but more importantly he believed her about the demons and could sympathize with her problems, having gone through the same with Zim (though Viera felt he had it worse; at least she didn't have rage-filled sibling torturing her on top of everything else).

However, around this point, something occurred to her. Given the amount of time that had passed since Dib had landed in the Dysmorphium bush, he should have been developing some of the secondary side effects of exposure to it. Yet he was showing no signs of rashes, or boils, or uncontrollable shaking, or bleeding from the orifices, or anything like that. So, somehow he had managed to avoid contamination despite sitting in the bush for several minutes, which was a mystery in and of itself. But on top of that was still the mystery of his shrunken genitals; sure, it was possible they were like that naturally, but it just wasn't likely. And the only other thing she knew of from her studies that could render a fully-grown man's dick that small was a succubus' curse, which might also explain why the Dysmorphium didn't effect him… so why wouldn't he just admit he was cursed?

"Could he somehow not know about it? Or is he just trying to keep it secret for some reason?" Viera thought suspiciously, but keeping it from showing on her face. Something about this didn't add up, but if he was intentionally misleading her, then it wasn't like she could just outright ask him about it.

Her train of thought was interrupted as her stomach suddenly growled. She frowned in annoyance, then her eyes widened as an idea came to her.

"Hey, I don't know about you, but I haven't eaten all day. You hungry?" she asked, Dib blinking in confusion.

"I thought you said this garden was too valuable to use stuff here?" he asked in return, arching an eyebrow.

"Too valuable to tear bushes up for makeshift clothes, sure," Viera replied, "But it won't put too big a dent in my budget for us to eat one or two pieces of fruit right now."

"Oh, okay then. Thanks," Dib said.

"Good. Stay here," Viera said in response, before walking away, staying in a crouch to keep the bush blocking Dib's view of her. She made her way over to a row of plant boxes, containing a selection of various fruit-bearing plants. Looking them over carefully for a few moments, she settled on plucking what looked like a large tomato but with purple leaves, and a few yellow-green things that looked like cucumbers.

"Here you go," she said, tossing the tomato-looking thing over the bush for Dib to catch.

"Thanks," he replied, catching and eagerly devouring the fruit without noticing its odd coloration. Viera, meanwhile, ate her own food while keeping an eye on Dib and waiting for the effects of his to kick in — whereas what she was eating was just an energy booster, Dib was eating a Vertias fruit, which had the narcotic effect of making someone impulsively tell the truth, while removing any inhibitions that would make them awkward about doing so. That would guarantee he'd tell her whatever she wanted to know about what he was hiding from her.

It was a little underhanded, sure, but she couldn't take any chances.

It took a few minutes, but by the time Viera finished her own food, Dib had finished his too and was clearly starting to feel its effects. There was a noticeable flush on his cheeks, he was slightly swaying on his feet, and looking closely, Viera could see that his eyes were dilating. Which meant it was time to start.

"So, Dib, quick question," she said, catching his attention, "Is your dick normally that small?"

"Huh?" Dib asked slowly, blinking as his befuddled mind tried to grasp her words, before he shook his head and said, "No, I'm normally huge. Like, practically having a miniature elephant trunk attached to my waist. But if I'm remembering through my hangover blackout accurately, this is because I made a drunk bet with Tak, and she cursed me to stay shrunk until I get back home."

"And who's Tak?" Viera asked, ignoring the blush that formed in response to Dib's description of himself and forcing herself to focus. He was probably just exaggerating, anyway — being compelled to tell the truth didn't mean he couldn't self-delude himself.

"Oh, she's the succubus who's my chief wife," Dib replied casually.

"Aha! I knew… wait, what do you mean, 'chief wife'?!" Viera exclaimed, changing topic mid-sentence as Dib's entire comment registered.

"I have a harem and she's the head of it," Dib explained as if it was obvious, his drugged out state keeping him from noticing how shocked Viera was.

"You have a harem? And it's led by a succubus?" Viera asked in mild disgust. While not an extinct concept, it was still very rare outside the more savage lands, and frankly Viera didn't see how anyone could approve of that sort of thing. And the fact that Dib not only had one but was letting it be led by a demon was even more infuriating, and instantly struck a blow against her newly-formed opinion of him.

Now, under normal circumstances, Viera's reaction to finding out about this would have been to toss Dib off the roof (after punching in all his teeth and castrating him for good measure) as punishment for clearly selling out humanity in such a vile way. However, Dib's supernaturally good luck was saving his ass yet again — the fact that this information was coming out now, after Viera had already gotten a chance to develop a semi-friendly rapport with Dib, was tempering her knee-jerk reaction to it, so she was willing to give him a chance to explain himself first.

"Yeah, I'm surprised I ended up in that situation too," Dib admitted, oblivious to Viera's outrage, "But it's like, one day, all these girls who used to make fun of me suddenly decided that they really liked me and started throwing themselves at me, and before you know it they'd talked me into setting up an official harem. The whole thing was almost weirder than when Tak told me that she was a succubus, which I gotta admit was pretty shocking, but I got used to it eventually. So did the others once she revealed it to all of them too."

"Wait, she voluntarily outed herself as a demon to your whole group?" Viera asked, arching an eyebrow. That didn't line up too well with what her studies of demons had led her to believe.

"Yep. Well, the harem, anyway. She's worried about how the rest of the village will do if they find out," Dib clarified, "Which, personally, I think is a bit of an overreaction. I mean, she's done plenty to help the village since she settled down with me — setting up wards to keep away predators and vermin, secretly immunizing the village against most plagues, mystically giving the harvest a boost, that kind of thing. Gotta figure that everyone would give her a pass for that."

And now Viera was outright staring in slack-jawed shock. A demon actually going out of their way to help humans? And not in a way meant to personally profit from? That was unheard of! Sure, it'd be one thing if this succubus was only doing it to butter up to Dib for more sex, but it sounded like she was getting plenty of that without having to put any effort into it. And as a demon she'd be able to easily defend herself from animals or plagues, and didn't need to consume human food to survive, so those actions clearly weren't motivated by self-preservation. It was almost as if she were legitimately acting out of kindness!

The thought of a demon actually being good struck Viera almost like a physical blow. And as she watched Dib start to succumb to the drowsiness that was the secondary effect of eating a Vertias fruit, she felt her own weariness start to settle in; after all, this had been a surprisingly emotionally draining day. So, as Dib all but collapsed into slumber, she lay down on her side of the bush to also try to get some sleep.

After retrieving her hidden dagger first. Just in case.

End Flashback

"You drugged me?" Dib demanded with a glare.

"Oh relax, it was harmless. It's not like I took advantage of you or anything, I just needed to guarantee I got honest answers," Viera replied, giving a frown of her own and gesturing at Dib with the dagger, "Which obviously I wouldn't have gotten otherwise, since you didn't mention your succubus mistress without it."

"She's not my mistress, she's my chief wife," Dib pointed out.

"I meant as in she's your demonic overlord," Viera clarified.

"Oh. Well, that's an exaggeration. We're partners, and like I apparently already told you, she's not that bad," Dib explained.

"Forgive me if I don't take that at face value. You could be brainwashed for all I know," Viera said, before giving a deep sigh, "Look, you seem like a nice guy, Dib, but I can't just let you go. This is a difficult and serious situation I'm in here, and while I'd like to believe I've found an ally who actually understands my situation, I can't take the risk of trusting you without being sure that Tak isn't controlling or manipulating you, since she could use you to undermine me for the sake of the demons here in the city."

"Well, what do you suggest we do then?" Dib asked, eyes narrowed in wary suspicion.

"The way I see it, we have two options," Viera said, "Either you agree to take a potion after we get down from here that will wipe your memory of ever having met or talked to me… or you let me castrate you."

Dib yelped and instinctively covered himself, even as his mind analyzed that comment on a deeper level. While most people's reactions to it would have been panic and confusion, he understood where she was coming from — according to all his research, the only way to guarantee a man wasn't being influenced by a succubus' sex magic was to remove his genitals (and therefore his ability to be controlled by arousal). So emasculating him would theoretically be the only way that Viera could let him stick around and be able to trust that he wasn't a double agent.

Obviously, the choice most men in Dib's position right now would go with the first option. After all, while having a chunk of his memory erased might leave him disoriented and make it harder to find his way home, but at least he wouldn't be permanently maimed. That was clearly the decision he should make… but on the other hand, Viera was just like how he used to be. Trying to fight the darkness, but surrounded by idiots and enemies on all sides, with no one to help her when she was down and spending every day wondering if it was all worth it.

Could he really abandon someone to that life, the truly horrible fate of having no one to ever turn to, just for the sake of continuing being able to have sex?

Dib sighed. He was going to regret having such a martyr complex.

"Fine. Just make it quick," he said, pulling his hands away and shutting his eyes as he braced himself. Viera stared in shock, caught completely off guard by his decision. After a moment though, she smiled, raised her dagger and dashed forward…

…And Dib blinked as all he felt was a slight prick on his thigh. Opening his eyes, he looked down and saw that Viera had only slightly nicked his upper leg, causing only a minuscule dribbling of blood as she pulled the dagger away.

"Wha?" he muttered, not comprehending what had just happened.

"I've gotta say, I'm surprised," Viera said, "I didn't think you'd actually agree to that. Hell, right up until the last second I'd thought you'd dodge out of the way; good thing my reflexes are good enough I could redirect where I was gonna hit."

"Wait, was this a test?" Dib demanded with a frown.

"Obviously. If you were being controlled by a succubus, she'd have compelled you to never agree to allow yourself to be castrated. The fact that you not only did but were willing to go through with it proves that you're not being influenced," Viera explained, before gesturing with the dagger, "Of course, there's still a chance you might be voluntarily selling out to the demons, but I'm more willing to trust you now. That said, double-cross me and I will start cutting things off. After setting them on fire. Got it?"

"Got it," Dib squeaked out, paling slightly, which earned a small laugh from Viera.

"Sorry if that all seems extreme, but as I'm sure you know from your fights with Zim, hard times call for hard measures," she said, "But I think it's safe to say that we can trust each other now. At least long enough for us to get off this roof and send you on your way home so you can get un-shrunk."

"Yeah, thanks," Dib said, sighing in relief, "Speaking of which, how much longer until that janitor shows up to unlock the door?"

"Shouldn't be too much longer," Viera replied, glancing at the sun, "When he gets here, hide behind the bushes until he walks past, then we can run inside without anyone seeing. And I keep a spare key for my rooms hidden under the doormat, so we just have to get to my door, and then our problems are solved."

Dib nodded in agreement. Finally some good news; hopefully he'd soon be on his way home, and everything could go back to normal.

BOOM

And that was when the universe decided to throw him another curveball, as it was at that exact moment that explosions started erupting throughout the outer edge of the city. Dib and Viera were nearly knocked off their feet as the building shook hard, despite being quite some distance from the source of the blasts.

"What the hell was that?!" Dib exclaimed as he and Viera ran towards the edge of the roof to look towards where the explosions were happening. To their shock, they were greeted by the sight of hundreds, if not thousands, of demons marching into the city, armed with a combination of both archaic and advanced weaponry. As they watched, a series of cannons and rockets fired at and leveled the buildings nearest to the advancing demonic soldiers, who then rushed forward and used swords, axes, spears, and bows to start hacking away at the humans running around in fear and confusion.

"…I'm both glad to be proven undeniably correct, and terrified that I won't live long enough to say I 'told you so' to anyone," Viera said after a moment, when she was no longer too stunned to speak.

"Come on, we need to find a way to break down that door," Dib said, "We can't stay up here in the open, and I'm pretty sure the janitor's gonna be too preoccupied to come up here."

"Right, let's-"

BOOM

Unfortunately, before Viera could even finish her agreement, several more rockets were launched, and one slammed into the side of the building they were atop of. With a massive explosion, the building was blown in half, the top collapsing towards the ground. Screaming, Dib and Viera fell, quickly losing sight of each other amongst the debris. For her part, Viera quickly turned her attention towards surviving the fall. Seeing a vine falling nearby, probably having been dislodged from part of the garden, she managed to grab a hold of it; using a move she'd practiced with her snakes in case of extreme emergency, she lashed the vine out like a whip, aiming for a tall light pole as she fell passed it. To her immense relief, the vine wrapped around and caught on the pole, Viera's momentum causing her to swing out and go flying down the street, clear of the falling debris and breaking her fall enough that when she hit the ground she bounced down the street several yards and came to a stop with only some pain rather than being splattered.

One could argue that spending a period of time in close proximity to Dib had caused some of his good luck to rub off on Viera, which is why she survived such a fall. Of course, as she wobbly stood back up and brushed herself off, she wouldn't consider herself very lucky for long, as she suddenly remembered her pre-existing predicament — and realized she was standing in front of a large crowd.

"Hey, isn't that the crazy snake girl?" someone asked.

"Why is she naked?!" someone else exclaimed.

Viera groaned and tried to cover herself with her arms, whole face turning bright red at the number of eyes taking in her bare form. A part of her was suddenly almost relieved for the ongoing demonic attack, as it at least meant that she wouldn't have to worry about spending any time in jail (which wouldn't be a first, given past hijinks, but never enjoyable). On the other hand, assuming they all survived the attack, no one was going to forget seeing her like this.

Fortunately for her, despite her feelings on the matter, she actually did have some of Dib's luck now, which was why the situation suddenly turned in her favor.

"She was right all along!" someone shouted.

"Demons are real!" someone else yelled.

"Nooth has doomed us all!"

"We should listen to her!"

"Yeah, she's clearly the only one who knows what to do!"

"Okay… but again, the nudity?" the person from before asked.

"It's obviously some form of urban camouflage, genius!"

Viera, absolutely stunned at this turn of events, could only watch in amazement as the people who'd constantly shunned and belittled her started declaring their loyalty to her orders… and started flinging their clothes off. While that last part was a little disturbing and disgusting, Viera knew she shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth and just go with it.

As the explosions and sounds of battle grew louder and closer, Viera snapped herself out of her surprise. Silently wishing Dib luck and promising to find him once the city was safe, she went to work organizing her new nude militia to start defending against the demons.

Dib, meanwhile, had once again landed in an aqueduct, the water carrying him swiftly away from the immediate danger zone. Like before, he allowed himself to briefly get distracted by how enjoyable the experience was as he zipped around the city, but like before it was suddenly interrupted. Specifically, by a cannonball smashing through the aqueduct right in front of him, collapsing it and dropping down towards the street below before he could even register what was happening. Fortunately, this particular part of the aqueduct was running right over a narrow alleyway, leaving Dib to bounce back and forth between the awnings and ledges on the sides of the buildings framing it; while painful, this meant that his fall was slowed enough so that the fall only knocked him out instead of flattening him.

More importantly, this left him lying right next to a hastily-assembled shelter made out of a dumpster pressed against one side of the alley. Hiding in this shelter was what at first appeared to be a girl Dib's age, with red hair and green eyes, wearing a bright yellow fur bikini. However, this was actually another demon — Miyuki, as part of her long-term planning, had sent many to infiltrate the city beyond her direct connection to Nooth in order to slowly influence the population towards demon worship. Unfortunately, she had a strong belief in compartmentalization, and as such most of these sleeper agents were unaware of each other, and the main demon army was completely unaware of their presence. As such, as Red and Purple's forces marched through the city, chaos tore through these infiltrators' ranks — either the main army was killing them because they were unaware of their presence and didn't give them a chance to identify themselves before striking, or infiltrators unaware of each other's identities were killing each other while trying to eliminate humans and not recognizing each other. With all this happening, some of the infiltrators had decided to simply go into hiding until such time as the fighting died down.

The demon now observing the unconscious Dib was one of these hiding pragmatists, by the name of Tenn. She was a type of demonic nymph known as a meliae, known for binding themselves to animals as mystical familiars, which in Tenn's case was a hive of bees; like with Viera and her snakes, she disguised them as a "fur" bikini in order to keep them on her at all times. And like succubi, meliae could drain people of energy via sex (though unlike succubi, meliae didn't live solely off it, it was just a boost). Tenn used this ability as part of her infiltration, not just stealing energy but using pillow talk to gather information to channel back to Miyuki, which is what she'd been doing when things had started blowing up. Not having any options, she'd hidden in the first dumpster she could find and quickly fortified it to the best of her abilities, hoping to ride things out.

And then the unconscious body of a human boy slammed into her "fort". Now Tenn, although startled, would've probably just left Dib outside to be killed by all that was happening. However, Dib's luck would once again save him in a roundabout way… by making Tenn hungry. Not wanting to risk going looking for food in the middle of the battle, she instead quickly scampered out, grabbed Dib, and dragged him into the dumpster. Then, she prepared to start feeding on his flesh and organs, only to freeze as she saw his shrunken dick.

Looking between the rather distinct appearance of Dib's tiny prick and his face, Tenn suddenly realized that she'd seen him before…

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A/N: And we'll cut this chapter off right here. Mostly because the next section of the outline is a super long flashback that would have at least doubled the length of this chapter, so it seemed only logical to stop here.

Anyway, hoping everyone liked what I did with what Cowardly Christian gave me. And again, happy 20 years of Invader Zim to you all!

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