She had only been around for a couple of days, but she stood out in my mind more than people I had known for years. She listened to me. For those few days we knew each other, I felt happy.

"Tak! She's Irken and she's after my job and your planet." Zim declared, the idea surprising me greatly.

This had to be some kind of mistake. Perhaps he was lying to get me against her? While Tak was strange and hated Zim, that's why we bonded, right? She couldn't be an alien, or was I being as oblivious as everyone else?

"Oh, come on. I like Tak! And she hates you!" I began, a smirk etching itself onto my expression when recalling the numerous times she hurt Zim without hesitation. "You're just jealous of-"

"This has nothing to do with jelly!" He interrupted, catching me off guard for a second due to his idiocy. "I've been trying to figure out her plan, but it's been difficult. She's good! Not good like me, but still good."

"This is stupid…" I continued in annoyance, wondering how long he'd continue this lie of Tak being an alien, before seeing him remove some photos from…wherever.

" Forty-eight hours of trailing Tak and all I could come up with are these photos I wrestled off that ham demon. They're of a GIANT, EVIL WEENIE STAND her father has constructed... But that's nothing." Zim mentioned as I took the photos and began observing them.

"Hmm. Giant weenie stand is weird," I contemplated. "But it doesn't say anything about Tak. Giant weenie stand... that's worth a look."

"I knew this was a bad idea. She'll destroy your world!" He exclaimed, probably angry at how I wouldn't gullibly follow along with his lie.

"I can't believe you're even saying this!" I yelled in response, unwilling to accept the fact that the only person who had listened and understood what I had spent months trying to prove, was an Irken like Zim.

Similar to the insults and shame that I was plagued by, I hid how badly his conclusion affected my thinking. I craved to stop whatever Zim was going to do, to prove that he was an alien, that I was right and that Tak was human.

But like a lot of my plans during that time in my life, it backfired on me.

I pulled out my video camera and began looking around the gigantic intergalactic interior, hoping to use everything as possible evidence against Zim.

My stomach twisted into knots and my heart stopped in my chest when catching sight of Tak flying on one of the platforms. "No pictures, please."


"Tak? What... um, look, I can explain." I stammered, trying to comprehend the fact that Zim was right, and I was wrong.

"No need. In a second you won't even remember having seen any of this," She interrupted, a smirk growing on her human face. Why was this happening to me? How could I have been wrong? And for the love of God, why did Zim have to be right?

Her amethyst eyes flashed in front of my own, her smirk disappearing when seeing how I remained unaffected by her powers. "Hmm. You must be smarter than the rest of them. Let's see about your sister," She hypothesized, before being sprayed by Gaz with her can of soda.

"You're behind this?" I interrogated when she finished screaming and wiped herself of the carbonated substance.

"No, he is!" She expressed, pointing towards her 'father' who was locked up in a containment unit with wieners floating around his frozen form. "Or at least his resources. I only let him out when I need to keep up appearances, kind of like Zim's robot parents, only good."

"You can't do this! People will know something's up. I mean, look at this place," I pointed out, motioning to the interplanetary sanctum. "It's enormous!"

"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." Tak explained, standing across from my form.

"…Wait, is there really a difference?" I thought out loud.

Now, Tak was definitely an opponent worth fighting against. Cunning, manipulative, radiant even in her Irken form, it was almost disappointing to see her leave (or rather, shoved into the emptiness of space via escape pod).

A sigh escaped from my mouth as I glanced out the window, squirming a bit in an attempt to feel more comfortable in my high skool desk chair. My eye twitched in slight irritation when I felt a paper wad hit my head.

I glanced around to see who had thrown it, my gaze falling on Zim, who wasn't even trying to hide the fact that he was staring at me. The most unusual thing was his expression, for it was one of the rare times that he actually looked serious. I unraveled the note, sending him a glare before reading it.

'Tak's returned, filthy human.'

My mind went blank.

In our high skool classroom, I sat in the middle of the row closest to the window, while Zim sits in the back of the row beside mine (originally, the teacher had us sitting close to one another, though she switched us up because of how often we fought).

I scribbled down a quick response ('How do you know this?') on the back of his message, crumpled up the paper and kicked it behind my desk towards his.

'I tested her SIR unit's memory disk inside GIR, recently. My computer registered that Tak's unit is within range of the disk, meaning Tak can't be far behind.'

Yet another one of those rare moments when Zim actually made sense.

'Why are you telling me this?

I used the same method to get him the message, mentally cursing when the paper scraped my cheek roughly.

'Just keep your eye out and tell me if you see her, fleshy-skinned Earth monkey.'

I rolled my eyes after reading his ridiculous attempt at conveying insults, grabbing my backpack when the bell rang a few seconds later and heading out the door.


I headed home with Gaz, not long after that.

After seeing the credits for 'Mysterious Mysteries' finish, I flipped off the T.V and trudged up the stairs, omitting a tired yawn. I took off my glasses and crawled into bed, my eyelids feeling heavy.

All drowsiness vanished when I heard knocking.

I sat upright, my gaze darting all over the dark room to find the source of the noise, only to see a shadow at my window.

A few theories about what it could be (mainly consisting of old-fashioned vampires, not those shitty Twilight ones, considering old-fashioned vampires require permission before entering a house) ran through my brain automatically before slipping my glasses back on and recognizing the violet eyes peering into my own.

"Let me in." She spoke in barely a whisper.

I let her in.