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Season 1: The Beginning Of the end

Summary: Operation Impending Doom II is coming to a close. There's only one problem; the final opposing forces have promised their surrender in exchange for the one thing Irkens do not need…. water! Now, in order to gain total universal domination, the Tallest must depend on the one Irken they hate most. Will Zim succeed in domination? Or will his failure become Earth's last hope for survival?

Author's Notes: Hi Guys, this book is just an Edited Version of my old Invader Zim Series under the same name. No changes, just some good old Spelling and grammar corrections thank you for reading, and please review.

Yours Truly, RoxieDivine ;)

S01 Ep01: The Not So New Girl

Episode Summary: It's been five years since Zim was sent to Earth, and not much has changed. That is, until a not, so new girl starts attending Zim's and Dib's class then the floodgates of change are opened as chaos ensues.

(Location: Earth, Membrane Residence)

Time….

It was something you could never get back. Always fleeting; here one moment but gone the next.

Six years had come and gone and much had changed.

For example: Dib, who was pouring milk in his cereal, was getting ready for another day at school, but he was no longer young and frail. He was almost as tall as his dad now, only a few inches shorter. His big head had become proportionate to the rest of his body long ago. His hair was still styled in that same hairdo that his sister, Gaz, always hated, and was gelled in place, making it shine and glimmer. He wore the same T-shirt with the same serious face on it, paired with the same black jacket and boring glasses. No one ever took a second glance at Dib, and he liked it that way.

"Gaz, if you don't hurry, you'll be late for school again!" Dib shouted, his voice carried from the kitchen table, into the living room, and up the stairs.

"Hold your horses! I'm coming!" Gaz slowly moved down the stairs. She was still about a foot shorter than Dib, and like her brother, her features had matured to match her age. At the age of 16, one year younger than Dib, Gaz had taken her Goth look to a whole new level by adding black eyeliner and dark purple eye shadow. She long ago gave up her cute black dress for a purple shirt and black skinny jeans, though she was still wearing her skull necklace. It had, after all, been a present from mom. She never took it off.

Dib also wore a memento from their mother, his glasses. And he refused to replace them, no matter how bad or scratchy the lenses seemed to get.

"You better not have eaten all the cereal!" Gaz warned as she sat down beside him.

Dib handed her the box and started to think to himself as she poured her bowl.

'I wonder what Zim is planning to do today?' He laughed to himself. 'After six years, you'd think he'd give up by now! Some things never change….' He smiled as the bus driver pulled the school bus in front of their house and honked his horn.

"Goodbye dad!" Dib called as he ran out the door.

"See ya dad," Gaz followed right behind her brother.

"Goodbye kids," Professor Membrane spoke from a floating screen.

Dib hopped onto the bus and walked through a hurricane of thrown papers. He made his way to the back of the bus and sat down alone.

'Yeah,' he thought to himself….

'I guess some things never change.'

(Location: Earth, Zim's Base)

Time….

It stopped for no one, and that included aliens.

Zim shook his head and tried to chase away his tiredness from the last month's sleepless nights as he ate his breakfast. He had gotten use to most human foods long ago and was now munching on a chocolate chip muffin. He tried to keep despair from settling in, but it wasn't easy. It had been six years since his arrival on Earth and much had changed. For example, he had long ago, to his delight, started growing. He was now as tall as the average teenage child by human standards, though he was technically many more Irken years older. Irken years were approximately ten times longer than pitiful Earth years.

Zim sighed as he started thinking of ways to destroy the Earth, yet again. He thought maybe he could try to turn all the humans into slugs! Nah…. Or maybe even drain the planet's water supply! Nah….

None of it seemed fun to him anymore, probably because he had been at it for years without any success. It was all one big cycle by now. Zim tries to destroy mankind. Dib stops him. Zim comes up with another plan, and Dib stops him again! And blah, blah, blah, so on and so forth….

"Doom, Doom, Doom, Doomy Doom, Doom…." GIR danced and sang in the living room. Zim had long ago reconstructed the home to have separate rooms; he had discovered most human homes were this way. "I love this monkey!" GIR screamed as he danced to the dancing monkey show on the large TV.

Usually, Zim would yell at him to be silent, but he wasn't in the mood. He sighed deeply.

He had only joined the Irken military to prove his worth to his fellow members of the Irken race. He had sworn he'd be great and presumed that at least there was honor among Invaders…. that at least he would be respected, and he would be seen for the greatness that he was. He sighed deeply yet again.

He had grown tired of this feeling; he felt like nothing…. and he had felt this way for a long time now. All he had to do was destroy one planet! He couldn't even manage to get past one filthy Earth child, much less cripple the whole Earth!

He had to find a way to get the advantage over that Dib, but how?!

Suddenly, GIR put a video camera right up to his face. "Aww…. you're eating a muffin! This will be perfect for the home video!" GIR giggled happily.

Zim tried not to growl in frustration….

And he failed miserably.

"Gir, for the last time! Get that camera out of my face!"

"But it's for the family," GIR said. "For memories."

Zim tried to resist the urge to tear off his antennas in frustration; about a week ago this madness had started. Gir, being the TV addict, he is, watched a show about the meaning of family, and somewhere in his crazy skull he had gotten the idea that he and Zim were some kind of family instead of master and servant. Ever since then, GIR has had a camera practically glued to his hand, wanting to capture every "family moment."

"Gir, for the last time we-" Zim jumped at the sound of the bus horn. "The bus!" Zim immediately stuffed the rest of his breakfast down his throat and ran through the living room and out the door. "Goodbye Gir!" He called over his shoulder, his anger lost in the rush to catch the bus before it left him yet again.

"Have a good day!" GIR cried out after him as the door closed.

Dib's eyes narrowed as Zim climbed on the bus in his same-old ridiculous disguise.

Zim smiled as his eyes narrowed evilly. If there was one thing he never got tired of, it was messing with Dib! He pressed a button on his glove and a small robotic spider crawled onto the ground and towards Dib.

Dib watched as Zim slouched down in his bus seat and, to his surprise, Dib felt a tang of worry. Zim hadn't been himself lately; his plans were fewer and further apart, and his mood was darker. Was there something wrong with Zim? He actually started staying in his classes all day and turning in his homework! Was he bumping up his game or...? Dib thought for a moment; could it possibly be that he was growing tired of the mission, or maybe he was even getting comfortable in his new, more human lifestyle? Maybe even too comfortable?

Dib flinched and involuntarily jumped and danced in pain as he was electrocuted by an unknown force.

Zim laughed as Dib screamed in pain.

Dib's eyes narrowed once more as he saw the source of his pain, the small robotic spider crawl back to Zim's arm.

"How's that feel, Dib? Does it fill your great big head with pain?" Zim taunted.

"My head is not big!" Dib yelled in frustration. 'And to think I was even feeling worried about Zim! ME! Worried about ZIM!'

"Ha! Please! You smelly pig beast…. your head's so big you could see it from space!"

"Your voices are making me sick," Gaz growled as she looked up from her game. "Listen very carefully, you two; today is already going to be a bad day for me. Don't ask why, it just is! OKAY?!" She yelled, evil ringing loudly in her voice. "I have exactly FIVE MINUTES left until we have to get off this bus, and then the torture begins. So, if you do not shut up now so I can enjoy my game in silence, I will tear you both limb from limb!" Her eyes narrowed at her brother, sinisterly.

"What, he started it!" Dib pointed at Zim.

"He lies!" Zim yelled.

Gaz growled and clenched her fist in anger; she had just lost one of her precious minutes of game playing. "You will pay," she growled, moving to get up.

"Quiet, the lights are on!" The bus driver called out over the madness. "And stay in your seats!" He looked at Gaz.

Gaz froze and glared at them with so much hatred that if looks could kill, they'd both be dead.

"You're so lucky," she whispered to Zim, and then she turned to Dib. "As for you, your misery has only just begun!"

Dib shivered in fear, and Gaz, being somewhat satisfied with his response, turned her attention back to her game.

Dib glared in Zim's direction and watched as Zim turned around and opened some book he had had his nose in for a couple of days now. Dib squinted his eyes and tried to read the small, printed title in the top right corner of the page.

"How to Take Over the World: Chapter 12 - Human Conquest for Dummies," it read.

Dib smiled to himself.

Yes, some things never change.

[Moments Later]

(Location: Westville High School)

Monday morning….

School….

Zim swore the humans designed it just to keep insolent children busy for most of the day, and for most of the week. He shuffled to his locker slowly, wishing he had a reason to skip class. Unfortunately, he had no great scheme to destroy the Earth, and he didn't feel like going home only to do NOTHING…. AGAIN!

Zim opened his locker and dumped everything except what he needed for first through fourth periods. He then closed his locker, turned the dial, and began walking to his first period class. It was like clockwork; everything was exactly the same every day. The same teachers, the same students, in the same classes, doing the same things every day, 5 days a week. There was little room for change, very little room indeed.

It was routine; like a well-oiled machine, which is why it always made Zim feel so uneasy. If there was one thing that he learned in the academy, it was the fact that a routine life was dangerous and predictable. It made it all the easier for the enemy to plan their attack, mostly because they will know exactly where you are going to be, and since every day is the same, their attack will be unexpected. You will be unprepared for the enemy. Still, it was almost too easy to fall into the sinister trap of the human routine.

He felt like a drone in a beehive. For six hours the torture dragged on and on and on…. and Zim felt like a spring in the wrong watch; a fork in the knife drawer; a fish out of water. He felt out of place and every day it was the same boring thing.

He had been away far too long. When was the last time he saw Irk?

Years? When was the last time he spoke to someone of his own race? Stood in the presence of those that he knew, and things that he loved?

Weeks? It felt like ages. Zim had felt this way for a while now; everything was so alien here. Even after 6 years he felt like a stranger on the wrong block; a two-way sign in the middle of a one-way street.

Worse still, his plans were fewer and far apart, and in the back of his mind fear was creeping in. Surely the war was almost over; surely the Tallest would be coming and soon! And when they found Earth undamaged and not in his control…. he shivered at the thought. The thought of failure.

He knew what it would mean for him to fail...again. He would be labeled as a defective.

He looked over his shoulder at his ID PAK. Every Irken wore them. They held the collective memories of all the Irkens before. Their personalities, their power, their high scores…. but some Irkens, they get fitted with damaged ID PAKs. These people are called "Defectives," and must be deactivated and erased; never to be remembered.

Zim knew the thoughts of him being defective had crossed the minds of his peers more than once. He knew this because he had heard their whispers.

'What's wrong with me?!' he demanded furiously. 'Why can't I do anything right?' He already knew the answer to his own question because he had been hiding a secret. A very deadly secret that he had held for an extraordinarily long time now. The truth was that Zim was defective, and he knew it. He had known it from the moment he was born.

When he was young, he didn't understand how he knew…. but as he got older he understood. When an Irken dies, their PAK is passed on to a newly born Smeet. Defective PAKs only survive as long as his by the art of deception. Every PAK is closely examined by a computer brain before it is allowed to be attached to a Smeet and brought to life. However, some defective PAKs still get through, and Zim's was one of them. He had been hiding the truth for decades, but he knew it was catching up to him, and it was catching up fast. He had to win this! He had to make Earth crumble! It was the only way to erase all doubt from the other Irkens' minds…. To erase the idea that he was defective.

Zim dragged his feet towards 1st Period.

Mr. Wilson and math did not mix well together. He had a monotone and boring voice that was just begging you to fall asleep and earn a week's worth of detention. Zim swore he did it on purpose.

Zim didn't even know why he bothered coming to school. He didn't belong here, and the walls screamed for his exile. The floor glared at him with light reflecting from harsh ceiling lamps. He was an outsider, and it didn't matter if Dib was the only human that knew it. In reality, the school knew it. The Earth knew it. Worst of all; Zim knew it.

Zim entered the class and sat down in his seat as always it was the one closest to the door.

The bell rang just moments later, and Mr. Wilson stood up from his desk and began roll call.

"John?"

"Here."

"Carey?"

"Here."

"Paul?"

"Here."

"Mark?"

"Here."

"Luke?"

"Here."

"Dib?"

"Here," Dib answered, looking towards Zim. He just stared at his desk, his eyes like those of a lost and injured puppy. What was going on?

Maybe there was something wrong with Zim! After all he was acting like it was the end of the world. Dib looked out the window and up at the sky.

'Well, it sure isn't the end of this world,' He thought, seeing nothing but a clear blue sky. 'And besides, if it was, Zim would be overjoyed! Not... not like this…." He looked at Zim again 'What's up with him?'

"Zim?"

"Yeah, I'm here." Zim didn't even look up. What was the point? He was tempted to get up and leave, but to do what? The Tallest hadn't called him in months, and he had not called them. Besides, they would not be too happy if he called and had nothing to report.

Suddenly the phone rang, and Mr. Wilson answered it in pure frustration. "What, another one?!" He exclaimed. "I swear you're all trying to kill me." He hung up the phone and cleared his throat.

"Class, please welcome our new student."

The door opened and an angel walked in. Or at least Zim was convinced that this is what an angel would look like.

Her long purple hair just pass her shoulders, with a green headband that pushed her long bangs out of her beautiful blemish-free face. Her eyes were a radiant shade of violet, and she wore a lime green shirt with a smiley face on it, and baggy blue jeans with so many pockets he couldn't even count them all.

"Hey. What's up?"

Even her voice sounded like an angel! Zim sighed as all his troubles literally melted away.

"Gaz?!" Dib asked in shock. "What are you doing here, and what are you wearing?!"

"I lost a bet, okay?!" She snapped back. "And I'm here because the principle thinks my last math class was too easy for me, and I need to 'challenge myself'."

Zim's stomach suddenly wanted to empty itself. Gaz?! Dib's sister?! This was the same dark and 'you better think twice before you touch me' girl?!

"If you will please take your seat..."

"You can sit by me," Mark told Gaz hopefully.

"No, me!" Paul exclaimed.

"No! Not over there! Sit here with me, Gaz!" Luke insisted.

Dib glared at them all in disbelief. "She's my sister! If she should sit by anyone, it should be me!"

Zim watch them all in pure amusement as he tried to chase the butterflies out of his own stomach. Human males fighting over a single female what a waste of time. He smiled, thanking his lucky stars that Irkens never had to worry about things like that. 'Humans and their silly mating rituals! Stupid Earth Monkeys: trying to impress a female in order to win her affection is such a waste of time!'

"Alright everyone, that's enough!" Mr. Wilson said over the loud crowd. "Gaz, why don't you sit next to..." He thought, looking around thinking to himself, then said "Zim."

Time seems to freeze as all eyes glared in his direction, but Zim's eyes only locked on one pair among what felt like thousands.

Dib glared at him with such fury that Zim couldn't believe it was possible, and as the angel sat down beside him, that's when Zim had it.

The perfect plan had been staring him right in the face all along! Dib had a weakness….

Gaz!

He never had to show it before because Gaz had such a bad-girl atmosphere. No one would dare even look at her without her permission, but now her fresh look had destroyed that atmosphere, and Dib felt the need to step in.

"Now class, take out your textbook and open to Chapter 15…."

Zim let the words fade into the further part of his mind as he smiled to himself. It was just too easy. Love in general makes humans weak, but the love of a brother for his little sister. It was far greater! After all, they grew up together. They shared the same precious moments and the same embarrassing memories.

If there was one thing that they could count on, it was each other. Surely Dib would do anything for his sister, but using her as bait would be far too easy and expected. No, he had a far more ingenious plan in mind.

Zim saw just how badly the other boys' behavior toward Gaz's fresh look got to the Dib. It got under his skin; it made him angry. And anger was a blinding double-edged sword. So, Zim could only imagine just how angry Dib would get if Zim got Gaz to be his best friend, or even worse...his Girlfriend! His sister and his greatest foe together! Even the thought of it would send the Dib over the edge in anger, and then it would be the end!

'The end of his lifeline, hopefully.' Zim smiled to himself. 'Yes, it just might work….'

All he had to do was find a way to win her affection, and the Gaz-human would be like putty in his hands! But…. in order to do that he had to learn the best approach, which meant he would actually have to learn a thing or two about this 'Love' thing. He had tried once before with Tak and had failed miserably, then again she was Irken and so was he! Irkens did not believe in something as sickening as love, but humans…. They longed for companionship; they could not live without it. So perhaps he'd have better luck this time around.

Zim chuckled. Finally, after months of no plans, he finally had one! And best of all, Dib won't see it coming because Gaz was here at school! So, Zim didn't have to leave to execute his new plan. It was perfect.

'After all, what could possibly go wrong?'

Gaz tried not to notice the millions of stares that bore down on her. She was going to destroy Trina Homes! Sure, it was her own fault that she took the bet in the first place, but that wasn't the point! Trina had been asking for trouble since day one. With her long blond hair and perfect tan, Trina had proclaimed herself as the fashion police, and had long ago made Gaz her number one target. She had tried for years with no success, and now she had finally done it, and all on a bet she knew she couldn't lose.

Gaz should have known; she should have seen the trap forming. If she hadn't been so consumed by the fact that it was a new pizza day at Bloaty's she would have never fallen into Trina's sticky web of evil. How could Bloaty's betray her? How could she fall for such a stupid trap? She was infuriated with herself, and her brother Dib, and his constant glares towards Zim, and her position in the room was not helping. She moved her eyes towards Zim, who had his usual scheming look on his face. Then she moved her eyes towards her brother Dib, who wore his usual 'I'm gonna get me that alien!' face.

'Perfect,' she groaned inwardly. Now she had to endure this every day, with herself right in the middle of it!

"So, like, I'm having a beach party at my place on the 27th and you're all invited!" A popular girl name Rachel Hearting exclaimed. Everyone cheered in delight.

Gaz couldn't care less but unfortunately Rachel, with her long brown hair and tiny waist, was Trina's best friend and Trina had put going to the party as one of the many consequences of losing their bet. She growled even louder as anger filled her. How could she have been so blind?!

Zim watched his new target with interest; he snickered as she growled in frustration. He couldn't understand what all the fuss was about. Gaz had every guy in the class drooling over her and instead of basking in it she cringed and growled in anger. Most human girls loved attention like this, but Gaz obviously hated it. How to get this plan rolling with her acting like this was the question. How do you make a move on a girl who hates all that touchy feely stuff? Was it even possible?

'Yes,' Zim assured himself. It's what every human desires and longs for. The moment that they would find their one and only true love. All Zim had to do was figure out what he had in common with Gaz. Yes, that's where he would start. He would find what they had in common, and he'd build from there. Once he gained her trust completely, Dib's anger would be so ripe that he would burst. Then the Dib would make a mistake, and that mistake would be his last.

So, what did they have in common? Zim thought. Did they have anything in common? After all, he was an alien from another planet, and she was, well, an alien from this planet. So, what did they really have to build on?

He looked at Gaz more carefully; perhaps he needed to study her more closely before making his first move. He began to examine her more closely, and he noticed that with her hair out of her face, Gaz had flawless skin, unlike most kids her age who were suffering from zits and pimples. With her purple eye shadow and her intense hazel eyes, Zim had to admit that Gaz wasn't unpleasant to look at like other humans. At least he didn't have to worry about that. His eyes suddenly locked in on her hair, long and shiny, and pulled back in her head band. Zim suddenly had the urge to touch it.

What did human hair feel like? It looked soft…. at least Gaz's did. Zim noticed just by looking around the room that everyone's hair was different, but no one's hair was quite as hypnotizing as Gaz's.

Zim shook his head, trying to focus. He could not shake this feeling that was coming over him. He had no idea what it was, and yet it filled his mind, body, and soul. If that wasn't enough, his stomach began to act up.

'Perhaps that muffin had gone bad,' Zim told himself. He groaned inwardly, suddenly feeling sick. Then it passed, only to flow over him again moments later. He punched his stomach, hoping to force it to settle down.

"Zim, what are you doing?"

Zim froze at Mr. Wilson's question. "Eh... oh. There was a fly! Yes, there was a fly on me, so I squashed it," he said quickly.

Mr. Wilson shook his head. "Fine, well, answer the question on the board."

Zim stood up and examined the board thoughtfully….

(35x2)(48x2)

"1,680x2," Zim answered, doing the math in his head as if it was as easy as adding 22.

"Very good Zim. Now please, pay attention."

Zim nodded slowly and sat back in his chair. At least the feeling had gone away.

'What was that?' He decided just to call it a crazy episode of weirdness, and that he should read more into this thing called love.

For example, he should actually figure out what love is. Because besides the fact that it was some form of affection that only humans seem to share, Zim knew nothing about love. Nothing except what he's seen in all the disgusting romance movies that GIR watched. What he needed to know was how to get someone to fall in love with him, that someone being Gaz. He decided to skip the next few classes and go to the library; he could start there.

The bell rang and Zim bolted out the door, not even looking over his shoulder to smirk at the always glaring Dib.

'He's up to something, I just know it!' Dib shivered as he recognized the familiar drive Zim was in. He only got like this when he was in the middle of hatching a new plan. "Well, whatever it is, Zim, I'm ready for it! I'm ready, so do your worst! Because I can manage anything you dish out!"

He couldn't have been more wrong.

(Later...)

The seconds….

They felt like hours!

And the hours felt like years!

Gaz groaned loudly; her inhuman cry could be heard all the way down the hall. When she got her hands on Trina she would pay. Oh, how she would suffer!

Gaz balled up her hands into two tight fist at the thought. It wasn't that she hated the outfit. No, none of the colors of the world brought her any distaste. It was the attention that she couldn't stand! The wide eyes, drooling mouths, the hoots, and hollers. That's what she couldn't take!

Gaz huffed as she reached her locker, thanking her lucky stars that it was lunch time. At the same time, she was cursing those stars for not making the day go faster. Gaz shoved all her books in her locker, and grabbed her bag lunch. She hated the cafeteria food, and she wasn't the only one. Over half the school brought their own lunch.

Gaz entered the cafeteria and sat down at her usual table. Her brother Dib sat down in a rush of fury. "He's up to something, Gaz. I just know it!"

Gaz rolled her eyes. She had become tired of her brother and Zim on day one, and now it was day 1,460! "He's always up to something," she told him.

"I know, but this time I am gonna stop him before it even happens!"

"How are you going to do that?" She didn't really want to know, but knowing Dib he was going to tell her anyway.

"I'm gonna follow him after school and sneak into his lab. I'll figure out his plan and stop it!"

"Oooh! I've never heard that one before," she lied, knowing all too well she had.

Zim snickered as his impressive, far superior hearing picked up their conversation from the other side of the cafeteria.

He chuckled at the thought of Dib coming to his lab to find nothing, then he stopped. What if Dib got suspicious? After all, the Dib wasn't stupid. If he followed Zim home and found nothing, it would cause him to look deeper and more closely, perhaps even too closely. No, Zim had to keep the Earth Monkey oblivious to his real plan. He smiled, eyeing his target once more. She looked annoyed and angry. He laughed, knowing that right about now she was probably imagining herself strangling her brother. Yes, she really didn't like her brother much, did she? Not that he cared. After all, he hated Dib too.

Zim froze. There it was! Something they had in common!

The Dib!

He got on both of their nerves, got in both of their ways…. but how could he use this similarity to his advantage? He pondered on this as he ate his own bagged lunch. Zim had long ago given up on school lunches. After all, it didn't just make him sick. It made everyone sick. He needed a fake plan; something realistic. He also needed a first approach towards Gaz, but what?

Suddenly he looked up, as if he could feel a pair of eyes on him. His eyes locked with Gaz's and…. she waved at him! Zim froze, not quite sure what just happened. He looked to Dib to see if this was just some joke the Earthlings were playing on him, but Dib was just as surprised, his mouth open wide in shock.

Zim smiled, suddenly realizing that Gaz was only doing this to get Dib to shut up. Zim decided to take it one step further and use this to his advantage.

He waved back.

Dib's mouth practically fell to the floor! Gaz, on the other hand, smiled as if enjoying his pain. Zim turned around and focused back on his lunch and his FAKE plan. He had to use something that would throw Dib off the real trail quickly. Zim smiled as the plan unfolded before him. Yes, all he had to do was lead Dib to madness.

Gaz couldn't help but laugh at the look on her brother's face. For her to wave at Zim was one thing, but for Zim to wave back. That was exceptionally shocking to Dib. Gaz sighed happily, eating her lunch in a rare moment of silence. Now if she could just get out of these clothes….

She groaned as the bell rang for her next class at exactly 12 O'clock. She took out her phone in hopes of listening to some music on the way to her next class. She looked at her phone and froze, completely still in the hallway.

The date…. November 5th….

'No. It couldn't be….'

But there was no mistaking it. Today was the day. Suddenly the ridiculous outfit she was forced to wear didn't matter anymore. Today was the day that her heart had been ripped out of her. On this very day, 8 years ago, her life had changed forever.

She sighed as she stuffed her phone back in her pocket.

'It's going to be a long day.'

End Notes:

For all of you who are wondering, yes this story will be a ZAGR, and It is finished, and yes it is a re-upload of my last Invader Zim: The Beginning Of The End. The story is currently in review but will be updated weekly with a new chapter.

Yours truly, RoxieDivine ;)