Okay, first story. Whoo.
I don't own Invader Zim or mean anything for offense.

The Irken stalked down the corridor to his lab. In all outward appearance, he was fuming. And why wouldn't he be? The filthy Dib had just foiled his latest and greatest evil scheme, and when he had given his report to the Tallest just now, they had outright laughed at him. That would be enough to make any Irken furious.

But Zim could not have been more pleased.

And why wouldn't he be? After all, the human had just given Zim the last piece of evidence needed to conclude that Dib was, indeed, worthy to aid Zim. The Talles suspected absolutely nothing. Even GIR was behaving himself. The only reason Zim was acting furious was because Dib had managed to spy on his base before, and he hadn't had a chance to hunt for spy bugs lately.

He reached his lab, which was monitored for spy equipment with a caution born of paranoia, and took in the scene of GIR building a statue of himself with what appeared to be broken pieces of an extremely delicate instrument that had been in the middle of an experiment. One quick glance at the rest of the lab revealed that yes, the sparking pieces of metal were from the Human Animator Machine, or H.A.M. Well, behaving himself for the most part.

"I would scold you for destroying my work, GIR, but I'm in too good of a mood and that silly little play toy is no longer of any use to me."

GIR, who had looked up at the sound of Zim's voice, stood up and began dancing around his creation, singing something the humans called "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star."

Zim just turned to the computer and began documenting the results from his latest experiment.

The truth was that Zim never really wanted to be an Invader. However, his desired occupation was...occupied. By two individuals, actually. And neither of them had been performing adequately.

The Irken paused in his typing for a moment. Humans bled red. Irkens bled teal. What would Tallest bleed?

For a brief moment, Zim allowed himself to ponder that question, talons flexing with the imagined feel of Tallest being removed from occupation.

But even though he'd finally found a suitable companion to aid him, Zim still had a lot of work to do.

A/N: Really short, sorry. Please R+R, and I'll update when I can.
Ghost out.