Yes, I know I should be working on "Cheating the Hellhounds"!! But this has been in my head since the very first chapter of "Music Based Friendship"…that's like…almost two years!! I must write this now…It cannot wait any longer!!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Invader Zim or any of the characters. I am not claiming that I do!

Behind the Scenes

Zim stood in front of a blown up monitor, his base in ruins and his clothes scorched from the fast explosion. "My Tallest!!" he yelled to the blank screen, trying to get contact with his leaders back. He turned at the sound of someone coming near, facing a beat up Dib.

"You jerk," Dib said in a calm, hateful voice. His clothes were just as scorched, with smoke still rising from his jacket. He then collapsed to the ground, his hand still outstretched and his face hitting the cold tile.

"Cut!"

At that, Dib rose. He dusted off his jacket, not noticing someone walking up beside him, dowsing him with cold water from a glass to get the smoke off. He shook his head, annoyed, and then walked off the set.

"Nice work, guys!" Steve Ressel shouted, turning to a couple other people.

"Yeah, whatever," Zim said with a sigh as he smoothed out his shirt. He stepped off the set, walking into the network of various people, some rushing to get the actors what they needed, others talking and laughing. Zim paid them no mind as he casually walked; he did his best to avoid the cables sprawled out over the floor, and various cameras that stood in his way.

He glanced over, seeing Dib sit in a chair with his name on it. Andy Berman sat next to him, helping him remember the lines for the next episode. A woman stood behind Dib, fixing his hair into the usual sythe shape.

To his left, Zim saw Gaz sitting with Ian Graham and Melissa Fahn, also reading over her lines.

"What?! That's the only line I get?!" Gaz shouted, crumbling up her script. "Really? 'You mean besides you?' That's it?!" She got up, throwing the script on the ground, while Ian and Melissa flinched, fearful of the little girl. "Ugh…I'll be in my trailer," she mumbled, storming off.

Zim laughed a bit as he looked away. Gaz was such a diva.

The Tallests stood by the snack table, stuffing their faces with doughnuts, chips, and Irken soda. Red looked Zim's way, greeting him as he walked up to the table, reaching for an Irken soda.

"Hey, Zim," Red said before shoving another mouthful of chips in his mouth. He watched as Zim popped the top of his soda and took a large sip of it before saying anything back.

"Hey," Zim said as he looked up at Red and Purple. He couldn't help but stare as they opened another bag of chips. "Jeez…How many of those are you gonna eat?"

"Hey! We worked hard today!" Purple said with his mouth full.

"Yeah…Sitting in a chair, having only a few lines to say for only a couple scenes, must really wear you out." Zim rolled his eyes as he took another sip of his soda.

"Whatever," Red said with a shrug. He and Purple looked away from Zim, turning their attention back on the snack table.

"Hey, Zim!"

Zim looked back at Kyle Menke, who was a distance away. "Yeah?"

"Jhonen wanted to see you!" Kyle looked away from him to see Kevin Manthei hand him a track of music for one of the new episodes to be aired the next day.

"What for?!"

Kyle shrugged, turning back to Zim. "Since when does Jhonen give reasons?"

"Very true," Zim said, turning away and walking away from the Tallests, who were gorging themselves yet again.

Finishing his soda, Zim crushed the can and threw it to the ground, where it was quickly picked up by one of those assistants who he considered nameless. Zim continued his way to the very back of the large production room, where the light was dimed.

Here, in this nearly empty part of the building, was a lone door. A "Caution" sign hung halfway underneath a dusty name plaque with "Jhonen Vasquez" engraved on it in a messy way.

Zim sighed, walking closer to the dark, eerie room. The one that was more like a black hole, where most people who went in never came out, or so it seemed. The room that Jhonen Vasquez called his office.

Eventually getting to the door, he vanished behind it, closing it behind him, hearing the squeak of its hinges.

And that's it! I've had this in my mind for so long…As I said before. I really hope no one else has done something exactly like this, and if someone has…then I'm sorry. I didn't know!

This is only the first part…And WILL remain a one-shot for a while. I have other stories to finish…And hopefully I will, lol. This was just sample of what I have in mind.

Please review. No flames, please!!