Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim.
Hello everyone! ^^
I'm surprised how much attention this fanfic got in such a short amount of time. My other story didn't get as much attention at first. Not that I mind but still it was like wow! haha.
So I started working on this and I hope it turned out well. I wouldn't want to disappoint!
It took forever to get it over 2000 words, not including the space where I write my thoughts.
Remember, the first part comes into play later in the story, it's like a way of letting you know what is happening or what had happened. You just gotta figure out where it applies.

I quietly peaked around the corner to find Zim talking with 2 other aliens on his computer screen. They looked just like him only much taller. They looked familiar… Hadn't he mentioned once that his leaders were taller than everyone else?

I inched closer, trying to hear their conversation better...

"You're not really an Invader Zim. We just wanted to get rid of you." The purple alien said.

Zim clenched his fists, "No! I AM an invader! I am NOT a DEFECT! How can you say such things to me!?"

The red alien looked at him, and replied in a calm tone, "Listen Zim, we have other more important things to take care of. Now that you actually know, don't bother wasting your time calling. Because we're not going to waste our time answering."

The screen turned black.

I looked over at Zim, whose eyes were still fixed on the computer screen before him. I may not like him, but with all the time I spent trying to stop him from taking over the Earth, I actually knew how to read his emotions. And I could see that the conversation was enough to destroy him on the inside.

He screeched, and proceeded to destroy his lab. Screaming what I can only assume were profanities in his native language. I shrunk back into a corner, keeping distance and keeping hidden from the crazed alien. Who knew what he would do if he found me in the state he's in. After what seemed like hours, he finally stopped, taking deep ragged breaths, attempting to calm down as he sat on the ground, elbows propped on his knees. I quietly left my hiding place and approached him.

His antennae twitched, "What are you doing here filthy Earth-worm?"

I paused. Unsure how to answer his question, because honestly; I didn't really know the answer myself. Maybe it was pity; he had just been told by his leaders, the ones he adored with all his might that he was actually nothing to them. Or maybe it was disappointment; I had tried to defeat an alien who in reality was never really a threat at all.

I looked at his face, and I found the answer: I understood him. I knew what it was like, to have the people you care about tell you you're not important, my sister practically did that everyday. To have the one person you look up think you're a disappointment, my dad always wanted me to give up what I loved for what he loved. He even called me insane sometimes.

It's not like it really bothered me before, I mean, we like what we like and no-one can really change that. But that was my reason for approaching the little alien and sitting beside him, staring up at the computer screen along with him.

Silence stretched on, neither of us saying anything. Finally I took a deep breath, and without looking away from the screen, I asked the first thing that came to mind.

"Do you have any snacks?"

"What?"

Zim watched as Gaz raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"It will be a mutually beneficial arrangement." He said coolly.

"Being out in space for such a long time must have done some damage." She shook her head in mock pity, her voice full of sarcasm. "That's a shame; you didn't have many brain cells to begin with."

He reached out again, brushing her cheeks with his glove-covered claws. If she didn't already have her back to the door, she would have taken a step backwards. But Gaz refused to look weak, so she stood her ground.

"Didn't I already warn you not to touch me?"

Zim gazed at her face, his eyes searching. "You can't say you're not aware of the attraction between us little-Gaz. You've never allowed anyone else to touch you, and if they did happen to get the chance, you would've doomed them by now."

Gaz calmly smacked his hand away with the back of her own, "You're more arrogant than I remember." She said, her breath burning in her throat.

He pulled away, putting distance between them. She felt relief and disappointed at the same time.

"Zim?"

Gaz looked away towards her brother who was rushing down the stairs, a wide and excited smile on his face.

"What are you doing here? And why are you dressed like that?" He asked pointing to Zim's clothes.

Zim walked past him into the living room. Dib gave a curious look to his sister who simply shrugged as they followed him.

"Guess who the new Almighty Tallest of Irk is?" Zim asked as he turned around.

Dib blinked in surprise, the silence stretching out before he finally answered, "Isn't the Tallest the the leader of your people?"

Zim nodded but raised an eyebrow as Dib fell quiet again, "And if there is a new tallest then... Oh wow Zim! You're the leader of your people now?!"

Gaz face-palmed; it was almost humiliating how long it took her brother to figure it out.

"Yes. Not only does normal Irken clothing no longer flatters the way it should, but it bores me. Of all the clothing designed especially for me, this one caught my attention."

Gaz looked at him. Wasn't he speaking in third person just a bit ago?

"But that's not why I am here. You are already aware that the Irken Empire had set out to conquer the universe. Wanting to be part of that was the reason I ended up on this planet." He said with a touch of bitterness in his tone, one that Dib understood and caused confusion in Gaz.

"Yeah I remember. What was it called... Impending Doom Two? Well it's a good thing that's all behind us now. How long have you been in power? When did you call it off?"

Zim gave him a smug look, "Operation Impending Doom Two has in no way been called off. The invasion is still on. In fact, Earth is one of the top planets on my list."

He watched with a self-satisfied smirk as the color drained from Dib's face. "What?"

"Earth will be one of the first few planets invaded. A bit of twisted humor really. The false mission I was given is now a reality."

"But... But... But..." Dib stuttered, "You... You gave all that up 7 years ago!"

"I never said that. I said those who had wronged me would pay. And true to my word, my previous Tallest," He spat out the word, "Did pay. That day shall be relished in my memories forever. But they're not the only ones who must suffer." He walked over to Dib, not quite towering over him since he was only taller than him by 2 inches, but the aura of hatred and malice was great enough to cause the human to cringe back a bit. "This planet will fall, and you have exactly thirty Earth days to prepare."

"YOU BASTARD!" Dib's anger consumed him and he threw a punch at Zim who calmly avoided his attack, grabbing Dib's wrist and flinging him across the room. Dib hit the wall and groaned as he fell to the ground.

Zim felt a thrill course through him at Dib's distress. He had waited an eternity to bring his enemy to his knees. But this was just a lure into a much larger, deadlier trap, just a tease to reel Dib in. Zim allowed himself to enjoy the moment, reveling in his small victory but not allowing it to overwhelm him. He couldn't just yet; not until Dib Membrane was completely destroyed.

"I'm willing to extend your time of preparation under certain circumstances." He said in a patient tone as Dib slowly got up and gave him a look of interest. Zim knew Dib was willing to listen; even he didn't give the humans a huge amount of time, some time was better than nothing at all.

"My first condition is that you come with me, you will begin working on a project that I have planned for a while. A sort of doom's day project. Although Irken's are far more advanced in technology and intelligence, I still want you to be part of it."

Dib shook his head, opening his mouth ready to bombard the alien with the millions of questions he had when Zim interrupted. "If you say no, the amount of time I will give you will be cut in half."

He closed his mouth, glaring. "How long?"

"That is part of the second condition," Zim turned his gaze to Gaz, who met his eyes with irritation burning in hers. "I want Gaz in exchange for one year of preparation. The exact amount of time I spent living a lie."

Dib looked confused. "Gaz? Why would you want my sister?"

"Not that I'd ever go with you." Gaz interrupted her voice furious.

"You might want to reconsider little-Gaz. You hold the power to save your planet." He reached towards her again, twisting a lock of her hair in around one of his fingers. Even at the small amount of contact he felt the strings of desire; a need to pull her into his arms and run his hands thru her hair and over her skin. Annoyance rose within him at the thoughts; he needed his mind sharp and focused if he wanted to bring down his enemy.

Gaz smacked his hand away, "Is that your argument to convince me? Because if it is, it's a really pathetic one."

"And you still haven't answered my question." Dib walked over and stood by his sister. "Why do you want Gaz? You plan on making her your personal servant!?"

Zim scoffed, "Actually, I plan on something much more enticing. I wish for her as my mistress."

The Membrane siblings gave him a confused look, and after a moment Dib spoke first. "You want her to be the queen of your people?"

Zim laughed maniacally, wrapping one arm around his side with his other hand against the wall for support. "Oh great Irk, no!" He said once his laughter began to subside, "You completely misunderstood me." He stood straight again, crossing his arms and smirking arrogantly. "I meant for her to be my paramour, my bedmate, my lover."

In an instant, Gaz had grabbed Zim by his shirt and pinned him against the wall, her amber eyes filled with unparalleled fury. "You're DEAD if you think you can treat me like some sort of whore!"

Zim's antennae twitched, his composure completely collected, "It's not in your best interest to harm Zim little-Gaz."

Again with the third-person. She thought bitterly, "Give me one good reason I shouldn't doom you into the fiercest of nightmare worlds!"

"Membrane."

Gaz froze, her grip on Zim's clothes loosening slightly. "My... Dad...?"

Zim nodded, "Your father remembered me when I went to see him earlier today." He said as he gently took her hands off him. "He was even willing to show Zim around and prattle about how your brother was now interested in 'real science'. So trusting your father." He gave contemptuous smile, "He never suspected anything."

Gaz tore her hands away from Zim's grasp, "WHAT DID YOU TO DO HIM?!" She shrieked.

Dib felt his insides burn, making it difficult to breathe. Out of everything that had happened in his life, he never wanted to put family in danger, but now… now his dad was now at the mercy of a psychotic alien who wouldn't think twice about having mercy on his enemies.

"Membrane now has Nanorobotics, or nanites as you prefer calling them, in his system. Should they be activated, they will begin to destroy him from the inside out. It will appear as though he has one of your common Earth illnesses. If looked into, it will appear to be Autoimmune Disorder, a condition that occurs when the immune system mistakenly attacks and destroys healthy body tissue. Of course we know that in reality the nanites are the cause of it all."

"You won't get away with that!" Dib shouted after finding his voice, "We'll just tell our dad to look into it! He hardly ever gets sick!"

"One of the many reasons he won't suspect very much. However if he becomes aware of the nanites, it will trigger a signal that will alert me, giving me the choice to terminate his life instantly or make him suffer all the more."

"How can you do this!? I was there that day when you found out everything! I even helped you move on! We were friends!"

Zim looked at him with bored amusement, "Just because I allowed you to find out about my situation, it did not make us friends. You are just a pawn to me." He turned and headed to the door, "I'll give you exactly one week to decide what you wish to do."

Dib gave him a look of disgust, "GO TO HELL ZIM!"

Zim turned towards them, his lips twitching as he recalled the human's definition of this place known as hell. "I've already been there and back. It's your turn Dib."

Eep! Even I'm surprised at how my Zim turned out! Tell me what you think of him!
Remember, Constructive Criticism only.
Till next time!