A/N: Oh, God, I'm tired. It's 3:05 AM, and I just cleaned out the pantry with my stepfather, and was covered in mouse crap. We have mice in our pantry. They moved there when I took down their shopping center under my bed. Anymoose, my friend just told me some kid was stuck in one of those games where they have that claw thing, and you grab stuffed toys. She and I just finished laughing when I was talking like a typical Aussie yobbo- 'Oi, I'm goin' out the front to pack up the Landie, and then I'm gonna jot down t' the shops, 'kay hun?'

Like I said, I need sleep.

I'm too tired to write a funny disclaimer thing. So I'll just type this, then I'm I'm goin' out the front to pack up the Landie, and then I'm gonna jot down t' the shops, 'kay hun?: I do not own Invader Zim, or any characters in it (except for my lovely original character and her family). So nyah, suck my arse if you have a problem with it.

Warning: Okay, everyone. Here's the lowdown. This fic here is rated R for a reason. It is going to include more than mild swearing, sexual references (both lesbian, gay and straight), sex scenes (lesbian and possibly gay), violence, murder, attempted murder, and, of course, giggly teen sleepovers. I missed a few things out whilst writing this the first time: It also includes mention and the possibility of incest and nudity… I'm so stupid…

(P.S.: I was very tired when I wrote this. About ten paragraphs I wrote this until I went off to bed. The rest I wrote when I woke up. So please, excuse the first few paragraphs)

Dib ran through the front door of his house seven in the morning the next day. He was bowlegged, and by the way he kept rubbing his behind, the previous night's events were probably either very painful, or very pleasant. When Violet woke up with a jerk on the front living room's couch (Gaz had disappeared sometime during the night, Violet having fallen asleep half way through Attack of the Brain-Eating Zombies, part five), a tiny cry escaped her throat as the sound of Dib's boots hit the ground loudly.

Dib shut the door behind him, and stared at the door for a minute. Violet, watching Dib pulled her legs up to her chin. She was still in the clothes she had changed into before she and Dib had gone to Zim's house. Licking her dry lips, she shifted onto her knees, resting her arms across the cushioned back of the lounge. Finally, she spoke.

'The door's gonna remain closed, y'know…' Her voice was quiet, her throat dry as it usually was when she just woke up. Dib didn't reply, and just let out a sigh. Violet decided to try to get something out of Dib again; she felt rather guilty about ditching him, even though Gaz said he would come back, which he did. But Brain-Eating Zombies was one of her favorite movies… Not a very good excuse though. She finally decided to speak. 'Um… Sorry… About last night…'

Dib spun around, his face red. 'He shoved a probe up my ass!' His voice echoed around the room and up the staircase. Violet didn't reply, yet pulled away, only managing to hang onto the lounge being as her hands were clenched tightly onto the material of the seat. Dib continued, his voice, although now in a whisper, sounding quite menacing. 'He fucked me with an anal probe! But he didn't say those exact words, he said it was for experimental purposes!'

Dib had paused, waiting for her reaction. Violet decided this would be a good time to speak. 'Did you ejaculate?'

Dib paused, and took a step back away from the couch. His blood seemed to be circulating again, and Violet pulled back towards the couch, noting that his cheeks were still bright red. After thirty seconds of silence, Violet rested her chin upon the back of her hands, which were still clinging onto the top of the seat.

'Well, did you?'

'That's not the point. The point is he anal probed me! Who knows what weird things he did up there… My poor arse. I can't sit properly now because of you, you do realize that?' Dib had shifted onto the cushion beside Violet, whose legs were still pulled up to her chin.

'What weird things happened up your arse would have caused you to orgasm. Your body can't control itself, y'know. I mean, while he's messing up your shit-hole with that alien vibrator of his, your body's going "oh, that feels good. I think I'm gonna make Dib let out some of his love juice."'

Dib stared at Violet. 'That's the sickest thing I've ever heard.' Standing, he turned on his heel, still as bowlegged as he was earlier, although his hands were no longer clenched over his backside. Standing, and stretching out her limbs, Violet soon followed the boy.

'Look, if you were in my situation, you would have run, too. I mean, come on, I have no idea what's going on- one minute you're there, the next you're not.' They had entered the kitchen, and Violet grabbed a banana, peeling the skin back before speaking once more. 'All of a sudden, there's this scream, and my body's going "run, run, run!" so I do.'

Taking a bite of the banana, Violet nodded, and sat down in the seat closest to her. Dib sat opposite her, apple in hand.

'I guess you're right.' Dib finally murmured. Violet swallowed the bite she had taken, and leant towards her friend, placing her hand over Dib's.

'I honestly am guilty. I know I should have gone back, but Gaz said you'd be home by morning, and you are.' Violet paused, looking at the banana she had started to eat. Both teenagers were quiet for a few minutes, occasionally biting into their fruits. Dib finally spoke.

'I did… you know, like what Zim did last night.'

Violet raised a brow, thought continued to stay silent, allowing Dib to talk.

'And… I know it's sick and wrong for all different reasons, but shit… Like you said, my body was reacting to what was happening, and I have no control over that. The thing is, I could have thought it was something else; like… Like a check-up, or I sat on a stick, or something, but I didn't. I just kept thinking it was Zim, which I know it was, but I kept focussing on him, and nothing else.' Dib paused, shaking his head. 'I don't know whether to be disgusted or not.'

Violet finished her banana, and smoothed the empty skin out on in front of her. 'You could be gay.'

Dib looked up at the girl, looking bemused. 'I beg your pardon?'

The female lay back in her chair, running a hand through her short, although very frizzy hair, trying to smooth it down so it looked somewhat neat. Finally, she spoke once more, quite calmly. 'I said you could be gay. I mean, you liked having Zim's thing up your butt, right?'

'Well, yeah, but that doesn't mean I'm gay.'

Violet crossed her ankles beneath the table, still looking as calm as ever. 'Well, have you ever had fantasies about girls? In a sexual manner?'

Blushing furiously, Dib grabbed the banana peel and his apple core. Standing, he headed towards the bin, and through the eaten fruits in. 'That's none of your business, Violet.'

'Well I'd tell you if I had fantasies about a guy.'

'No, you wouldn't.' Dib snapped, resting his hand on the cupboard. 'Just like I'm not going to tell you any of my fantasies.'

Violet smirked, and stood up. Walking over to the fruit bowl once more, she grabbed another banana. 'Ah, so you do have fantasies. Who about? Me? No, I'm your friend and that would be a bit weird. What about that pretty girl that's in Biology? No, she has a boyfriend, and he'd pound you if you even looked at her in a certain way. What about her boyfriend? What's his name? Steven something…'

'Steven Henderson. He used to date Gaz.' Dib put in, folding his arms over his chest. 'And I hate him.'

'Really? So it's not him… He's your sister's ex, so that'd be wrong. Well… What about Zim?'

Dib flushed, and looked away.

'Ah, so it is the green boy! And you just got anal probed by him! How cute.'

'Look, it's probably just because I've been chasing him since I was eleven, okay? I just began thinking about him too much, and my thoughts went a bit to deep. It's perfectly excusable, particularly because I hit puberty and things got a bit sexually frustrating.'

Violet just snickered, and grabbed a second banana. 'Bananas can like bananas you know.'

Swinging his head back around to look at Violet. 'What's the supposed to mean?'

Violet threw the second banana at Dib, and shrugged. Dib paused, staring at the yellow fruit in his hands.

'Oh, God, you are so disgusting!'

Zim's plan was running, if not on than earlier, according to schedule. He constantly kept track of the coming and goings of the students of the school he attended via Irken technology, and he already knew of the newest students, Violet included. He kept track of every single student, being that if he needed a test subject and wasn't willing to use himself, he had hundreds at his use. The Dib Human could only be used if he really needed someone, being as he was unsure whether the tests he already performed on him would make the results differ slightly if he had a brand new person. Yet when he had trespassed on his base the night before- well, he decided to see how much he could make the human squirm. He would have grabbed the second person, but she had run off, much to Zim's anger.

One thing he knew for sure about this second person was that he was Dib's friend. Another thing he knew was that her father was in the medical business. When Zim had learnt about this euthanasia, an idea had immediately crept into his mind. The original idea was to outright destroy the human race with the euthanasia. It had seemed brilliant in class, but when he entered his fortress, another idea sprung into his mind:

Why not kill the free will from the human mind so he, and the Irken Empire, can have millions of human slaves?

It was ingenious. It would be difficult, yes, but he would get his computer to do the work for him, simple as that. When he discovered about the fact this girl's father worked for a hospital, he immediately jumped on the chance. Breaking into the school's files was simple enough. After school on Wednesday was quite easy, and finding where she lived and her number was even easier. The name of her father's work place was there (Saint Johns), and the name of her and her siblings was also written down on the papers. The only difficult thing he had was to find a phone. In the end he found a pay phone, and dialed her number. When the girl answered, he said the first thing that came to mind- 'Take me to the lab'. It was pathetic, yes but it was the first thing that came to mind. The phone call ended a few seconds later.

Zim later broke into the hospital. The euthanasia was easy enough to find; they had it stored in a laboratory of some sort as he had suspected, labeled with a thick, black marker. He took a few samples of it, and immediately went back to his base. As he wanted, the computer made replicas of the death-inducing medicine, and Zim began his work on altering it.

What he wanted was to make it so the humans could still function, but have absolutely no free will. If he did that, the humans would obey his every command, and wouldn't be able to fight back. He was unsure of how to apply the weapon, being he wanted to spread across the entire globe, and the quickest method would be either digestion or to breathe it in. Zim decided inhaling the substance would be quicker, but it would be a slower process of spreading it. With the digestion, he figured spiking the ocean would be best, although he wasn't sure if it would be successful. The ocean may dilute the liquid he had created, and over his years on Earth, he discovered that not everyone drank from the ocean. Inhaling the substance would have to do.

By Friday night, Zim had finished the experiment. Catching Dib was not on his agenda for the evening, but his radar had picked up the detection of the human as soon as he approached his house, the girl (who had finally begun to realize was called Violet, although he still thought of her as 'the girl') with him. After a short period of time, Dib had gone onto the base. Activating the gnomes, Dib had been caught, and one of the slates of concrete moved down below the ground, and the human was promptly locked onto a hospital bed, and the rest of the evening passed smoothly.

Zim really didn't want to probe the boy but it was an opportunity he didn't want to miss. Seeing Dib squirm at Zim's almighty wrath was just too brilliant. It wasn't until he let Dib go he realized he could have performed the euthanasia experiment on him.

So that was when phase two moved into action: Zim would get live human test subjects and see how effective his euthanasia was. Zim always performed experiments on test subjects, but none of them were particularly dangerous. Euthanasia could, and would, kill someone. So if people died in the name of the Irken Empire, so be it. Zim didn't care, not one bit.

So early Saturday morning, Zim went in search of a live, human test subject. The first human he came in contact with would do fine.

And the first person he met?

Steven Henderson. He was walking two roads down from Zim's home, on Margaret Avenue, where he resided. Steven was a muscular naturally, almost a stereotypical bully: Tall, with a small head, big chest and almost no neck whatsoever. Yet, with the help of an Irken ray gun, able to knock a whale in ten seconds flat, Steven landed heavily on the ground, and thus dragged back to Zim's lab, ready to be experimented on.

GIR, meanwhile, had exploded the kitchen.

A/N: Don't ask about that last comment about GIR. I love the robot, so I felt he should be put in somewhere.

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