AN: Hey everyone! Sorry that there's been no updates lately, but I ended up getting sick over the month and couldn't work until this point because it hurt too much. ...Yeah, it's unfortunate, but Covid-19 finally got me, y'all. It happened at the beginning of the month and I had to quarantine, and then when it seemed like all was well again, BAM! I get hit with more sickness! I'm better than I was when it started, praise the lord, but I'm still not at a hundred percent. So please bear with me as I try to update my stories in a timely manner while focusing on recovery. But enough about Covid, you're all obviously here for a story! Well, before we get into it, I want to let you all know that the inspiration for this story came from a music video that I helped create for fellow author DJ Rodriguez and his story 3rd Annual DisneyToho Kaiju Music Video Awards.

I encourage you all to go and check out DJ Rodriguez and his stories! He writes amazing content, and I highly recommend both his story Danny Phantom and the Gates of Hell, and his Monsters and Magic series. And DJ, if you're reading this, you really are an inspiration to writers like me and I hope that this story will live up to yours and everyone else's expectations for a great story.

Now, before we start, I just want everyone to know that I DO NOT KNOW WHEN THIS STORY WILL GET UPDATED AGAIN! I'm being serious! I'm recovering from being sick, and I already have a hectic enough schedule with trying to balance work, chores, and fanfiction writing. So, I REALLY don't want to see reviews that say things like "When are you gonna update?" or "UPDATE NOW!" because those reviews will immediately be deleted! Okay? Okay. On to the story. Thank you for understanding.

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Prologue: An Irken's Sunday Morning

At the farthest edge of the Milky Way Galaxy, on a primitive planet called Earth, we find ourselves in front of a simple looking pink and purple house. The house itself seems fairly normal with windows, a couple of lawn gnomes out front. Oh, but this was no ordinary earthling home. It was actually a disguise for the underground secret base of a creature not from this world. That's right, I'm talking about an alien. Though probably not the kind of aliens that you're thinking about right now.

Entering the house of the alien, we find said creature sitting on the couch of his base reading as his little robot sidekick known as GIR sat next to him watching TV. This alien is known as an Irken, and his name is Zim.

In terms of physical appearance, the best way to describe Zim and his species as a whole would be green, humanoid bugs with zippers for teeth. They all have green skin of varying shades, though Zim's seems to be a more basic green, with bulbous compound eyes that are usually ruby in color but can also sometimes be purple, a pair of black antennae on their heads, and three digits on their hands. Each one also has a metal device that acts as a form of defense mechanism and life support system known as a PAK which is always affixed to their backs as soon as an Irken hatches as a smeet(baby). Usually done by a cold, unfeeling robot arm. And Zim was no different in that regard.

The machine next to Zim, his most loyal and hyper henchman GIR, is what's known as a Standard-issue Information Retrieval unit. Formally known as a SIR. But unlike the more up to date versions of the robots, GIR was made using garbage parts by Zim's leaders Red and Purple: The Almighty Tallest. Because of how he was created, GIR is prone to these glitches that cause him to spazz out more than usual due to a loose wire in his head. But neither the little robot nor his master know about that last bit.

It was Sunday and Zim was currently engaged in something that has really helped him in a spiritual sense. A little something called bible study.

That's right, Zim has converted to Christianity.

It started about half a year ago when Zim was in one of his funks. His latest attempt to take over the planet in the name of the Irken Empire had been thwarted once again by that thorn in his side, Dib Membrane, and he was taking a walk in his human disguise to try and understand where he went wrong. But he just couldn't figure it out. As he was walking, Zim found that his feet had led him to one of the many Hyooman Church buildings in the country. A place called Eagle's Summit Christian Center. At first he was just going to wave it off as a pointless distraction from his goal of conquering the Earth, but something compelled him to go in and watch the service. So he swallowed his pride, as difficult as that was, and walked in where he was greeted by an usher and escorted into the main room where the cerman would take place.

As Zim listened to the Senior Pastor, Dante Robinson, preach the word of the lord the disguised Irken found himself drawn in by the words that the preacher spoke. It's like he could just tell that these verses and scriptures were the whole truth, nothing but the truth, and every bit of the truth. He held onto every word and took the teachings to heart. And after that first cerman, Zim found himself coming back every Sunday to continue to listen and learn as he grew spiritually from what he once was. Three months in, Zim finally accepted Jesus Christ into his heart and was saved. He was gifted with a bible of his own from the pastor and continued to read and study the Lord's word, even dropping his disguise of a human child going to school and just going to church, or remaining in his lair where he mostly had peace and quiet.

Which was disturbed by an obnoxious knock and voice at the door.

"Zim! Get out here and surrender, Zim! Whatever scheme you're cooking up to take over the Earth this time won't work, do you hear me!?"

That's right. Dib was at Zim's house again. Uninvited, might I add.

Zim groaned as he glanced up from his bible. So much for an undisturbed morning of bible study. Fortunately for Zim, he had a contingency plan for situations such as these. He calmly, if a little tensely, picked up a two-way microphone and began to speak into it as a video image of Dib standing in Zim's yard appeared in the corner of the TV.

"I'm terribly sorry, Dib-Stink, but I couldn't quite hear you through the door. Would you please do me a favor and step forward onto the platform?" Zim requested, a small smirk making its way to his face.

Outside of the house, Dib looked down at two metal panels with slight confusion in his eyes.

"Which one? The one that says 'Eject', or the one that says 'Trap Door'?" Dib asked.

"Oh, either one will do." Zim replied.

Dib fell for the trick and ended up standing on the platform that said Eject as he began to continue his rant.

"What I'm saying is-"

And with a push of a button, Dib was sent flying into the distance as the platform abruptly sprung up on a large spring.

"YOU'LL REGRET THIS ONE DAAAAAAYYYY!" screamed Dib.

Right before he landed in the town garbage dump.

Zim sighed as he changed the TV back to GIR's show and got up from the sofa to get himself a snack from the fridge. After that disturbance, he felt like having some Earth donuts. Say what you will about the planet Earth, but its inhabitants certainly know how to make good junk food. And he was really going to need some to manage this migraine he felt coming on from Dib's constant attempts to capture him and imprison him within Earth's government. He may not be as anti-human as he was when he got to this planet, but there were still those few humans who he just could not tolerate. And Dib is at the top of the list!

"I know that God says that we should love and forgive our enemies, but he really makes it hard to." Zim muttered to himself as he got his donuts.

Closing the fridge, he walked back to his space on the couch, sat back down, and set his donuts on the coffee table before opening his bible back up.

"Now, where was I?"

And now you all know the typical happenings of a Sunday in the life of an Irken.

***To Be Continued…***

Ending AN: Okay, that's all for the prologue! First of all, I want to thank DJ Rodriguez for helping me come up with a name for the church that Zim goes to in this story. Thanks, dude, you were a really big help with that! Tune in next time for when Zim and GIR set off on an adventure of a lifetime! Until then, may the Force be with you, and have a Happy Thanksgiving!