Who is your daddy?
Oh, it's a secret. A fiendishly good one too, I might add, for even I do not know. I have no desire to, it matters not.
Was he great?
I know so. I know so.
And from this skin, this mighty blood of mine, another shall rise. He shall take and destroy and he shall make this all his own. Will I be alive?
Yes.
Will I know who he is?
I shall. I must. I would recognise the signs. The proud way in which he stands. The merciless way in which he deals with those who would seek to end our righteous campaign. He will be as I was. I was Great. The Great Invader Zim, Conqueror of Earth. Oh, how I tried. And I failed, my Tallest. But he shall be Great, Invader Zim's child. Conqueror of All.
I will know.
Who is my daddy?
It matters not. What matters is my son.
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Crazy? Far from it. I always have my eyes on the prize.
Invader? Not I. Never have I seen battle, or called orders. Remarkable, then, that I should rise, and they would call me Tallest. If they only knew how I got here, the spineless way in which I ended the powerful walk of my betters.
Cheater? Oh yes. And Red, he knew too.
He helped.
And then, they told me, that blood is the key.
Blood is where it all starts.
My blood. They wanted it for their test tubes, to create the ultimate Invader.
Why not Red? I asked.
Crazy, they replied.
And I? I requested.
Scheming, they answered. They knew.
Take it, I told them. Bleed me into the empire and let there be one who would lead us to glory. Take it.
They took.
And they created him, son of Purple and Pez. The ultimate Invader.
And then, my boy, they banished him. He failed us all.
Funny, really, the hidden emotions us Irkens possess. Red would like to eliminate Zim, he does not know my secret. And what a fiendishly good secret it is, too. I would do well to protect my son, the voices in my head scream. But the talk of deletion grows louder still, and I cannot shut it out.
I sent him away, damn it. Somewhere he would be safe.
Where he could play Invader all day with his little toys, and I could watch my son grow through uncaring eyes.
And still, it isn't enough.
He still has to go.
But I will make him live on. Through his blood there will be another.
My grandchild.
Daughter of Zim and Tak.
My son, I have failed you.