⚡Flashback⚡ Zim x Reader

Part 1- Y/N's Adventure Begins

(A/N): The entirety of the story is in the reader's POV/first person until the very end it switches off to third person.

Y/N POV~ My Origin Story

I grew up on Irk training to be an Invader. I was smart, and skilled in making inventions, but was against everything that we train to do cause I actually have emotions. I would always talk to the other Irkens I was around, and try to reason with them about how conquering and destroying planets throughout space was wrong, and that we should just leave innocent lives alone. But whenever I expressed myself, they would all just brush me off and/or avoid me.

It was really tough being a semi-outcast; no one wanted to listen to me about what I had to say, but still kept me around cause they knew I was smart and had mad skills. Because of this, I didn't have any friends, but I was always fascinated with this particular Irken called Zim. I would often observe his dramatic actions and brute tactics, seeing how he's super destructive and cringe at it. But then at the same time, I would see how his tendencies were kind of extremely adorable. Like how he has such a big ego and always thinks that he's the best. Or how he's so loud all the time. Or that he's a small, tiny Irken, while I was definitely taller than him. Kind of everything about him was cute. Ahem. I may, or may not, have had a little tiny crush on him. Well, t-that's not really important. Anyways, since Zim ruined Operation Impending Doom I, his PAK got reprogrammed as a Food Drone and he was sent off to planet Foodcourtia. How do I know this, you ask? Pretty much everyone knows about Zim and what goes on with him; it's kind of hard not to when he's always screaming about himself all the time.

So when he got banished to Foodcourtia, I was kind of sad. I didn't have any friends, and the most interesting Irken I knew of was leaving me. Well not really me, but you know what I mean. He was sent away, and I just kept to myself and worked on my inventions. I made a lot of things that could be useful in the takeover of a planet, but then made other things just for me. Inventions that weren't dangerous, but cool. I made stuff like, communication devices, things for entertainment, etc. No one talked to me much anyways, so they didn't know about my separate inventions.

Soon enough, I heard about Operation Impending Doom II, and how the Tallests were going to assign all the best military soldiers (training to be invaders) a specific mission. I attended this event, because it's not like I really had a choice. I've trained to be an invader my whole life, so I can't not show up. I might've been arrested or something if I didn't. The crowd went wild as lasers shot all around the arena and the Tallests descended down. Up on stage behind the Tallests, were all of the Irkens who were lucky enough to get assigned a mission. "Welcome mighty Irken soldiers! You are the finest examples of military training the Irken army has to offer! Good for you. Standing behind us, however, are the soldiers we've chosen for roles in one of the most crucial parts of operation 'Impending Doom II'." Red started. He continued, "You in the audience just get to sit and watch." Purple spoke up next, "You should have tried harder!"

Even though that was kind of funny, I scoff at it, mostly finding it annoying. The Tallests continued on rambling, until they were finally done talking and started announcing the Invaders on stage. I watched as Invader Larb, Invader Spleen, and many others were given different missions. I started tuning out what was going on, until halfway through the list my attention was brought back. You could imagine my immediate surprise when Tallest Red called my name. "And now, I know we said no one from the audience but since there wasn't enough room on stage..." Purple cut in, "And we wanted it to be the ultimate surprise!..." Red continued once more, "Please welcome Invader Y/N!" Omg. OMG! They just called ME up to the stage!!

This can't be happening! It felt like everything was in slow motion as I started freaking out to myself. I had absolutely no idea they were going to pick me at all! Time soon resumed though as the dread set in. This means I was going to be assigned a mission, and that I'd have to be in front of everyone!!! I had really bad stage fright and absolutely hated being the center of attention, so this was gonna be good :'). Walking on stage, I stood rigidly under the bright spotlight as I waited for my doomed fate. My hands were behind my back, to keep everyone from knowing that I was so scared I was shaking. My gaze was focused downwards, interested in the ground and my boots, trying to avoid all the eyes that were currently on me right now. The people in the audience did nothing but stare at me as they saw how awkward I was; the whole room was silent except for a singular cough. To break the silence and awkwardness, a friendly voice spoke up from my left. "Invader Y/N!! How ya doin tonight?" Purple asked me.