Nothing induces fan fiction like a run home in thunder and lightening. A half mile run. Geez, I am shaking so bad right now.

Okay Rei… breathe… I can do this.

So, Gold stars go to Invader Tacos, Invader Iza, Invading Angel, AnimeNinjaNIPPON, and KittyKat01. They all recognized that the Invader Trainees were actually FFN users. CONGRATS TO YOU! For anyone else who was wondering, the 18 trainees were me, Toffer, Amai and 15 of my other very faithful reviewers/ fan fiction friends as of chapter 4. If'n you have a question 'bout that, email me.

So… Toffer is doing beautifully with his half of the plan. Those of you scratching your heads and wondering "what plan?" just wait. All shall be revealed in due time.

So… ONWARD!

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The Internet is for DOOM

Zim stared at the screen with rage. That hideous Dib had done it. Dib had finally written one of his own stories. It was X-files, (how typical, he thought) and it was titled "Why Zim is an Alien." If Zim didn't act fast, then he would be exposed, and yet another plan would fail.

It didn't help that the Teen Titans story GIR had pretty much written entirely was the most disastrously horrible thing on earth.

Zim was running out of ideas. He had scrapped the idea of using either Pokemon or Yu-Gi-oh because both made him twitch uncontrollably. Not to mention Kaiba reminded him of Dib… who he hated. Oh yes, Zim HATED Kaiba. And although the humans seemed to worship Pokemon almost as much as Harry Potter (that filthy wizard) and Inuyasha he just couldn't bring himself to write something so… mind-numbingly horrible.

So Zim was down to Yuyu Hakusho or Sponge Bob Square Pants

(NO. No Sponge bob, Rei. But… but... NO.)

Zim didn't feel like doing either one. His pack was still trying to flush out 400 chapters worth of Inuyasha manga. He shuddered. Where to go?

The computer cleared it's throat.

The computer doesn't have a throat.

...

… Anyway, the computer cleared it's throat to get Zim's attention. The Irken glared up at the monitor, trying to discern what his computer wanted. "Well?" he asked after a pause.

"Um, Sir… I maybe should have told you this a while back, but the whole 'ruling the masses minds' thing is already taken care of."

Zim's eyes widened, his antennae on end. "The humans are defeated? Without the involvement of ZIM! HOW?"

The computer whirred a bit. "I did it."

Zim just stared at his computer, not comprehending.

The computer sighed. "I guess I'll just have to show you." Two disks emerged from the wall, and in a scene reminiscent of Star Trek, a figure began to materialize between them. Zim stared as the figure solidified continually until a skinny orange-haired man with glasses was standing before him.

"WHO ARE YOU!" screeched Zim, pointing like mad at the guy in his lab.

"I…" he began, but Zim cut him off.

"COMPUTER! THERE IS AN INTRUDER!"

The orange-haired guy sighed. "Zim, I AM the computer."

"Eh?"

"… a few years ago, I calculated that your methods wouldn't do anything to conquer earth, so I took a more subtle route. I made a holographic solid projection of my personality and started writing comics."

Zim gazed in awe, amazed that his computer was that advanced. Actually, it was more along the lines of, man I'm great for making such a smart computer, but whatever. The computer continued.

"After a good reception from my first book, I made a few more. Then I was approached by a television network called Nickelodeon. I figured, here's my chance, I'll make the children adore Irk without them ever realizing it."

"You thought of that on your own?" Zim asked, amazed that it had gotten so far.

"Sure, why not? It was a success. And now, fanfiction's most active category is the one for the show I made."

"What is it! TELL ZIM!"

"The show is called… Invader Zim."