If there are two trivial items in this world, they're words and emotions.

Words are trivial because they improperly phrase things. You could travel all across the world, speak every language and live a thousand lifetimes, yet never find the right way to communicate something.

Emotions are trivial because they categorize the human heart. The metaphorical heart is not something which can be described through test tubes and computer files, much less through thick-minded words like 'love' and 'hate'. Feelings are different than emotions. Emotions are their broader, less-detailed categories, while feelings are intricate and at their best when shown through actions.

Feelings are human.

Feelings are what make humans, human.

Do Irkens have feelings? Aside from pride, devotion, loyalty, and other emotions one would associate with a society focused entirely on militarism and conquest? I'm not sure. They're not human.

It's been about five years since I've known for sure that there was life on other planets, and that I'm not crazy. Until then, people would relentlessly mock me for my studies and countless discoveries, calling me insane and recommending therapists, and I'd almost believe them. For a while, I hid how badly their reactions affected my thinking.

'I know I saw something strange', 'I'll find out and stop it so I can protect everyone'. Those thoughts would run through my mind often, when I was younger and didn't take what everyone said seriously.

I wanted to be the hero.

'Did I really see something, or am I just crazy?', 'I'll find out and stop it so I can prove everyone wrong'. Those thoughts replaced my previous ones. I grew older and craved to cease the incessant insults and shame which constantly played in my mind like a CD stuck on repeat.

I wanted to see the looks on their faces, all of their faces, when they found out that I was right all along and they were stupid for not realizing the truth sooner.

I became an anti-hero.

Until that day, that fatal day.

"Hello, friends. I am a perfectly normal human worm-baby. You have nothing, absolutely nothing, to fear from me. Just pay no attention to me and we'll get along just fine."

Zim.

The alien who I loathed and despised, but actually felt thankful for.

He gave me a reason to believe in myself, again.

It was obvious, so blatantly obvious, that Zim was an alien. His pasty green skin, his horribly-fake black wig clasped sloppily onto his bald scalp hiding his antennas, the fact that he has no ears, nose, or thumbs, the signs were all there that he wasn't from this world.

And yet he had everyone fooled, and everyone was convinced that I was the fool, when it was actually the other way around.

I never felt more alive than I did when we first met, the small spark present at the sight of a possible discovery igniting at the mere sight of him! Our games of cat and mouse were dynamic and enthralling, never being able to tell who the predator was and who was the prey considering how often the tables would turn.

The only downside regarding our battles, was how…limited Zim was.

While he was very smart, his intelligence was dulled because of his pride and ego. He easily overlooked seemingly miniscule complications in his schemes, only to be surprised at how massive those little gaps in the plot could be. Even though I should have been grateful that the Irken Invader 'assigned' to taking over Earth was a complete and total moron, I couldn't help but yearn for a more challenging opponent, that way my victories wouldn't feel like taking candy from a baby.

"The great thing about your people, Dib, is that most of them don't notice. All they see is another faceless corporate venture, not a plan for world conquest."

Until her.

Tak, 'the hideous new girl'.

(Author's Note: That's it for that first introduction chapter. Sorry if I made Dib too OC, if I made it unclear that this was his narration, or if I made it entirely inaccurate. I'll try uploading another chapter soon.)