Uh... greetings fellow Zim fans. From the reviews I have received for the Prologue I was about to give up. Until I received one from Feimi, and I must thank her. THANKS! Although I have to explain other things as well. First off, this is not a Self-Insert. Actually, the character is a complete opposite to me, for she is caring, and shy. Whereas I am careless, and believe me, I am pretty outspoken when I want to be. Even if my character and I have slight similarities, such as being a bit Anti Social does not mean anything. She is also African-American, as am I, but I chose her to be because I don't see many black characters in fan fiction. Also, I do not intend this story to be Mary Sueish, and if she appears to be so, please warn me. That was only the Prologue, and it was vague. The rest of the chapters are going to focus on how they met, and what happened to create the future. Up until the Epilogue, which will continue from the Prologue. And the rest of the chapters will be in third person, to most of the reviewer's liking. Confused? Don't worry you'll figure it out. I can be pretty confusing.

DIB: Duh...most 14 year olds are....

Hey! What are you doing here!? Wow...your head's huge!

DIB: My head's not big! And I'm here as your muse. Believe me, you need me.

But, wouldn't Zim be more appropriate? Perhaps Tallest Purple?

DIB: Nope.

Oh...well, will you say the disclaimer?

DIB: Kixstana Boxin doesn't own Invader Zim, or any of the characters from that show, Jhonen Vasquez does. She does own Amber, and other characters that do not appear in the show. Please ask her before using them...although I don't see why you'd want too...

HEY!

The teacher slithered from her desk to the front of the class. Raven colored hair was placed in a tight bun, the same color as her eyes. They glared at the children from behind black studded glasses. She wore a black dress that touched the floor, keeping her feet hidden. No one could see them, even when she paced from one end of the room to the other. The bell rang, and her smooth pale face turned sour.

"Well, you all look like a bunch of idiots. Great. We're stuck with each other for the next year. Get used to it." Her voice was like ice, and sent shivers up her student's spines.

In a flash, she was behind her desk, facing the chalkboard. Screeching could be heard, yet they were unable to see what was causing the horrible noise. She finished, and faced them once more. Scrawled in white, thin lines was 'Ms. Tart'. The teacher blew on her nails, and dust flew off of them.

A single boy raised his hand, a confused look crossing his face, "Um, Ms. Tart? Wouldn't it be easier to write with that piece of chalk?" He motioned to said chalk that rested on the tray.

A slithering sound followed her movements, and she towered over him, "Ah. You must be Dib. I've heard much about you..."

He seemed scared at that particular piece of information. He smoothed back his scythe like hair nervously. It was quite long, with smaller spikes surrounding it. Outsized glasses sat on his nose, magnifying his large chocolate brown eyes that stared in horror. Gulping, he hid his hands inside his trench coat pockets.

"Uh, from who exactly?"

Her obsidian eyes narrowed, "Around." Then, she was in the front of the room, as if nothing had happened.

"Now I'm going to take roll. If you don't call, it's your funeral." Ms. Tart began to scribble on a piece of paper.

"Dib Membrane."

"Here!"

She continued down the list, and now that his name had been called, Dib rested his head on his hand. Another wonderful school year, though this was going to be interesting. He was just starting high school, a freshman of coarse, and it stunk. The older students were even more ruthless than his classmates that sat in the same room with him. He had narrowly escaped being pushed into a locker this mourning. A familiar name snapped him out of his stupor.

"Zim?"

No answer.

Dib's eyes widened in surprise. He had been so busy being miserable; he didn't notice his enemy wasn't in class. Putting his mind to work, he could only suspect what diabolical schemes the alien could be up to. At that moment, the door slammed open.

There stood a green boy, huffing and puffing in exhaustion. Two blue eyes stared at the class, wide with what seemed to be panic. His body steamed in most places, but mostly his head. Flopped in between his eyes, was a main piece of hair. Shaking most of the moisture off, he tried to regain his composure, and marched to his seat.

Ms. Tart growled, and swooped down in front of him, "ZIM! You're late!" she pointed an accusing finger at him.

He squinted at her, shocked. He suddenly leapt onto his desk, "Those STINK BEASTS dared to dunk my head into the lavatory of doom!" One eye was larger than the other when he finished.

She just stared at him, and then turned around, not wanting to bother.

"So Zim, high school not easy for an alien?" Dib questioned from across the room. Groans soon followed his statement. Most of the kids in the class had heard this many times.

"Of coarse not, Dib-human." The irken returned to his seat, "I-erm, was just being welcomed by my fellow, wormy, peers." He seemed satisfied by his answer.

The teacher turned and snarled, "QUIET! Now, turn your books to page 1,849. There you will taste the page, and write down how many times you don't vomit."

Dib raised a brow, staring at his textbook in disgust. It was a grayish color with green splotches all over it. He didn't dare open it, afraid of what the inside might look like. Scanning the room, he watched, as some of his classmates actually tasted the book. Many ran out, hands over their mouths. When the dust cleared, only six remained. Three were sleeping. He knew all of them. Then there was Zim and himself. A movement caught the corner of his eye. He turned around in his seat, and stared at a girl he had never seen before.

Her head bobbed up and down, curls bouncing behind her head. Brown eyes stared into nothingness while her lips moved to silent lyrics. It was reasonable, seeing as how she had headphones over her ears. Slender tan fingers tapped the desk, making no noise. Suddenly her eyes snapped towards him, and she scowled, mouthing 'What?'. Dib noticed he was gaping at her, and quickly turned around.

On the other side of the room, Zim noticed this exchange and was suspicious. Of coarse, there was nothing to be suspicious of, but through his eyes, it could have been a secret code. In his mind, it meant 'Destroy Zim'. Growling under his breath, he quickly ripped a piece of paper from a classmate's notebook. He scrawled on it, and crumpled it into a ball. Aiming for the girl, he hit her directly on the forehead.

Amber Zyte was peacefully minding her own business, listening to her CD player, when a paper ball smacked her. She let out a startled squeak, and then a rumbling growl. Glaring at the remaining students, all looked innocent. Until Dib turned to see what made the noise. She sneered at him, and un-crumpled the ball.

'Dear Pathetic Earth Female,

I know what you're up to, with the large headed boy. You will reveal all your plans after school. OBEY ME! FOR I AM ZIM!

P.S. Oh, and the horrible stink-teacher is right behind you...'

She raised a brow, thoroughly confused. The note made absolutely no sense to her. Amber didn't even know who the two names in it belonged too. She scanned the bottom half of the note, and cocked her head. Turning around in her seat, she was shocked to come face to face with Ms. Tart.

Gaping at her, then the note, she looked around shocked, "But...H-How'd he? Oy." Her head slammed against the desk.

"YOU! Passing notes ay? I would give you a detention, but since your new, I'll give you a break." The teacher smirked coldly, "Eat it."

"Huh? Eat what?"

"The note, you genius! Eat it and I will spare you!" A hissing sound emitted from her. Amber could have sworn she saw a forked tongue flicker out of the teacher's mouth.

Staring at the crumpled piece of paper, she noticed it was much cleaner than the textbooks. Although eating it went against her best judgment. Blinking up at the teacher, she was about to place the whole thing in her mouth, when the bell rang. Her eyes traveled to the clock, and she was relieved to find that it was the end of first period.

"Well, would you look at the time?" Amber shakily stood from her seat, and then hurried out of the room.

Ms. Tart called after her, hoarse voice carrying throughout the halls, "We shall continue it tomorrow! Oh, how we shall!"

The girl blinked, then ran from her English class, to History. That was possibly the scariest teacher in the whole school. She placed her headphones back on her ears, looking back at the classroom, she bumped into someone.

"Hey! Watch where you- Oh. It's you." Dib's scowl lightened up a bit, and he held out his hand. She realized she had fallen, and blushed, although none could tell. ((Ah, the joys of being African American!)) Grabbing his hand, she hoisted herself up, almost causing him to fall.

"Er, Thanks." She dusted herself off.

He shrugged, then picked up his text book, eyeing it in suspicion as it growled at him. Turning back to her, he held out his hand for a handshake, "I'm Dib Membrane."

Staring at his hand for a moment, a small smile started on her lips. She happily took his hand and shook vigorously. "Amber Zyte. I saw you in my last class. Why were you staring at me?" she frowned a bit.

"Oh, that? I just noticed I hadn't seen you around here before." He began to walk to his next class, and she followed without thinking about it. "I'm guessing you're new?"

"No. I was suddenly left on earth by aliens, and chose this exact school." She drawled on, sarcastically, yet the look that Dib gave her caused her to wince, "Kidding! Kidding! God, you males are so jumpy."

"....Right." He was reluctant to believe her until she gave him an evil glare, "Heh...Hey, what's that?" Mentioning to the paper ball she clenched in her hand, he stood in front of her.

"This?" Blinking at it, she shrugged and tossed it into the trash, "I dunno. But I'm supposed to meet a...Zich after school. He mentioned you, I think." Amber shrugged her shoulders non-chalant, but was soon being shaken by an anxious Dib.

"ZIM!? What about me!?" He screamed in her face, "Was it his secret plans!? Is he gonna do something to my head!?"

Curling her hand into a fist, she punched him in the gut, a mad look in her eye. "Don't. Touch. Me." She cracked her neck, and glared, "It wasn't important, just saying that I had to meet with him. If he's as weird as you, I don't think I'm gonna go." With that said, she sneered and stormed towards her class, the CD player blasting angry, yelling music.

Watching her stomp away, clutching his gut, Dib frowned. She didn't seem like she was an evil alien zombie drone, but you could never be too sure. He walked into his class, and plotted on several ways to capture Zim. And perhaps...Amber? Shaking his head, he grinned. No way that alien freak could get a girl to help him out...

"What have you heard?" The male voice held curiosity, and a sense of authority.

"Not much. You aren't liked, I'll tell you that much."

"Do you have the secret weapon?"

"Yes."

Suddenly, before the package could be received, a giant piggy appeared and ate all the people. And giant flaming piggies became rulers. The End.

Or at least, that's what had happened in Amber's doodle. She cackled during the lunch hour, tongue sticking out as she colored in the Pigs of Doom. Her attention was drawn away by the clattering of a tray across from her. Eyes darting up, she saw an unusual amount of green.

"Zig?"

"ZIM! It will do you well to remember your future slave ruler!" Blinking from his space atop the table, he cleared his throat and got down slowly, "I mean, Hiiiiiiii." The smile that the Irken in disguise gave her would have made paint chip.

It didn't seem to bug her though, "I thought you said to meet after school..." Smirking, she placed everything into her folder, "What gives, Green Bean?"

"I am ZIM! And, I misinformed you purposely, to trick you, and make sure that the DIB will not be able to hear your screams..." His eyes became shifty, as if he expected the large headed boy to pop out of nowhere.

"...You are an impatient little male, aren't you?" Amber raised a brow, ignoring the comment about her screaming. He was even smaller that the geek she had punched earlier, she could take him. So her giant ego thought.

"Yes, yes I am. But that is not the point!" He raised his finger, giving her a cross-eyed sort of look. "Are you and the Dib creature plotting my demise? Tell me, and I shall spare your pliable liver!" His hands seemed to become claws, and he mimicked what he would do to her organ.

"...no." She blinked, slightly frightened by his show of insanity, and dumped her untouched lunch tray onto his head. Sadly, they were having a meat-loafy substance, which caused his skin to burn up and sizzle. "Males in this school are stupider than normal..." Amber huffed and walked outside, where there weren't any green kids, or paranoid big headed boys.

Dib: Hey! That was a cheap shot at my head, wasn't it!?

....Nooooo.

Dib: I think it was!

That's what you get for thinking! whaps him Anyway, tell me what you think...Funny stuffs next chapter, and more things will happen! O