AN- Yay! It's the 100 theme challenge! So. . . I've decided to attack the 100 theme challenge, Invader Zim style! There will be a LOT of ZaDR, so prepare yourself. . . Also, I won't be doing them in order, but rather, picking them by random. Enjoy!

Title- Playing the Melody

Number- 67

Summary- A song of Irken nature should be a song of death and destruction. Slight ZaTR.

Words- 591

Inspiration- This one is just random. Just what popped into my head.

Notes- The song that Tak sings is heavily based on the Vocaloid song "Rugrats Theory." I highly recommend it, especially if you enjoy creepypasta. But if you don't. . . Be warned: you will never look at Rugrats in the same way again.

There was a time, so very long ago, when they were not enemies, but almost– not quite– friends. Neither remembered it clearly, and weren't even sure it had ever happened. Oh, but it had. There was a time, fifty-seven years ago, when they had a brief understanding; when they saw eye to eye; when they stood on common ground.

Of course, the only common ground they could ever share was their love of destruction.

It had been a warm day on Devastis; warmer than most. It was Tak's second year in training to become part of the Irken Elite. But now was a rare time of leisure– a break. Or, truthfully, more along the lines of waiting. Tak was inside one of the planet's testing buildings, waiting in line to go through the procedure herself. As it looked like, she would be the last of day. No one was behind her in line, and now she stood alone, waiting for her turn.

Waiting all day had severely dwindled her patience, and she tapped her foot hurriedly to try and ease her irritation. When that failed, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and mumbled some carefully chosen words. Beautiful and melodious in nature, the words quickly blossomed into a ballad of sorts. It was one she knew well, one she had grown up with.

Welcome to my paradise

That's slowly crumbling away

Now that I've opened my eyes

Will you choose to not stay?

It's getting hard for them to breathe

Their tears choking them to death

They shouldn't have existed

Never taken a single breath

"Is that 'The Song of Devastation'?"

She had hardly acknowledged the soft sound of the door opening and shutting, along with the sound of rushed footsteps, resting at her side. The sounds had ended as soon as they had came about. But now a voice plowed through her serenade, and Tak opened her eyes to take note of the Irken beside her. He was a inch shorter than her, with large magenta eyes. There was nothing special about him, he looked like every other Irken she had ever seen.

"Yes. What of it?"

The other Irken stared her down, magenta eyes snapping open and shut. "It's my favorite. I didn't think anyone else liked it. They should, though. It's a beautiful song."

Tak almost smiled as she nodded, feeling her ends of her lips twitching. "Agreed. I'm surprised more Irkens don't enjoy it."

"Don't enjoy it?" he cried. "Most of them don't know it at all!" He threw his hands up in the air, scowling. "Pitiful. . ." He made several infuriated grunting noises. Tak held back a soft chuckles, holding a hand over her mouth to hide her smile. What a fool he was. . . But it was endearing, in an odd sense.

"Next soldier," the Control Brain said in a deep monotone. The door opened automatically, and Tak stepped towards it, but not quite inside.

She stood there, on the threshold, her body still as she silently made her choice. How unimportant it felt– though at the same time, something about the silent tension, the waiting, excited her. Slowly, she turned around an smiled at the magenta-eyed Irken. "By the way," she said cautiously, yet firmly, "my name is Tak."

And so she stepped past the threshold, the metal doors automatically shutting behind her.

She could have sworn she heard him shout, "I am Zim!" before the doors shut.