I don't own Invader Zim, I never have and I never will. Unfortunately, the incredibly sexy and brilliant Jhonen Vasquez. Lucky him.

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Chapter 1- Descension

Zim sat on the steps of the High Skool. He let out a heavy sigh, depression taking over once

again. The Tallest had lied to him. They led him to believe her had been part of Impending

Doom 2, but after leaving him stranded on this Godforsaken planet, he soon figured out it

was all a lie. It had torn him apart and he spent days staring at the fuzzy screen. Not knowing

what to do, he went into denial. Acting as if nothing had happened, but then it hit him. They l

eft him…they didn't care about his so-called mission, so why should he? He finally gave up

and had learned to blend in better with the humans he was forced to live with. He even

became friends with Dib, something that even shocked him.

They had very little in common, but they somehow forged a friendship. His style had changed

dramatically in the eight years he had spent on earth. He still wore his black, knee high, stele

toed boots and his skin was still an unnatural shade of green but other than that, he was

totally different. His hair looked more…natural. It was short, black, and spike with the

spikes facing all different directions. His pants were black and baggy and chains hung from

them. His shirt was black; it had "Jesus Christ, Will Someone Put Me Out Of My Misery?"

written across it in bold, gray letters. He ran his long green fingers through his hair and the

bell rang, signaling that it was time for class to start. "Oh goodie." He said, sarcastically,

"Time for another round of hell." He got up are headed to his first period. As he made his

way down the crowded hall, the quarterback of the football team rushed past him, slamming

him into a wall. "Hey! Why don't you watch it, you big slug!"? Thankfully, the quarterback

hadn't heard it. He just kept on walking.

"Your lucky he wasn't paying attention." Said a voice next to Zim. Zim jumped, startled, but

relaxed with he saw who it was.

"Ugh, Gaz, don't creep up on me like that!" he laughed.

"Sorry." She said smiling as Dib walked up besides them.

"Hey guys." He said smiling. "Ready for another day in hell?" He laughed slightly. Gaz rolled

her eyes as she pulled her Game Slave out of her coat pocket and began to play it.

"Don't you ever put that thing down, sis?" asked Dib, smirking slightly.

"Mump…." She grunted, waving her hand at him, annoyed. Zim and Dib laughed as they

made there way the there first period.

"Does she ever put that damn thing down?" Zim asked, genuinely curious.

"Once in a while, at least she doesn't play it as much as she used too. Remember

when you

were harvesting everyone organs, and you replaced her stomach (I'm only guessing

it was

her stomach) with it? God…she was still playing it. I wonder how she could still see

the

screen…" Dib laughed slightly to himself.

"Yeah…good times. Good times…" Zim murmured, now, more depressed than

ever.

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Comments are welcomed and greatly appreciated. I NEED COMMENTS! This is my first fanfic…ever and I would like to know how I did. I will try to get chapter two up some time within the next week. Also, a special thaks to my friend Ryan for helping me with the chapter title! THANK YOU!