Zim plops down on his couch when he returns back to his base after not-so-creepily following you and Dib home. Gir makes a squeaking noise as he runs to approach his master. He rolls around on the floor before focusing on Zim's expression.

"Master! You're smiling! Did you fill Dib's head with salted nuts again?" Gir hopped onto Zim's lap upon asking his question.

The Irken blinked out of his trance. "What? Oh, no, not today. That was a pretty good day though, wasn't it?"

Gir smushed Zim's face in between his metallic hands. He smashed it around and observed him closely, trying to find the problem with Zim. "Why yooou so happy? You never smile this much."

Zim pushed the adorable robot off of him. Gir clung onto his arm, despite Zim trying desperately to shake him off. "It must be that stupid defect in my Pak! I've been feeling emotions all day today. I don't like it."

Gir hummed to himself before getting distracted by a butterfly on the window. Zim decided to turn to the most intelligent people he knew, the Tallests. He ordered his artificial intelligence within his house to call his leaders.

Almighty Red and Purple were oblivious to the incoming call, to enthralled by their lastest mocking session. Like usual, they went on and on about Invader Zim. The Irken soldiers that manned the technology attempted to alert their leaders of the incoming message, but they ignored them and continued their laughs. Zim eyed his Tallest weirdly as he waited for them to acknowledge him.

Purple huffed and turned his back away from the camera. "Remember the time Zim tried to quit being banished so we created a fake mission for him and sent him all the way to Earth even though we knew nothing about it!"

Red's smile faded when he took notice of the somewhat shorter Irken on the other side of the monitor. "Uh, Purple?"

His counterpart continued his howling of amusement. "And then he kept getting beat by that large headed kid! Did he really think he was capable of being a true invader?"

"Purple-"

"It's been what? Four Earth years? And he still hasn't come close to conquering that pathetic planet!"

"PURPLE!"

Purple collected himself well enough to respond back to his best friend. "Huh? What is it?" He turned to face the same way and that was when he realized Zim was standing there, antennae hanging low in disappointment. "Oh, hey Zim. When did you get there?"

Zim blinked at the camera, his sadness quickly turning into anger. "So, everything was a lie? Tak was right all along! You had no intentions of ever coming when I conquered Earth."

Red scratched his neck awkwardly. "Well, it's not like you were going to ever succeed anyway Zim. You've failed hundreds of times."

"Yeah," Purple cosigned. "You're a terrible invader, Zim. You could have at least sent us snacks."

Zim fumed. "You're eating the doughnuts that I sent you right now!"

Purple ceased his smacking and quickly swallowed the sugary treat, hiding it behind his back. Red glared at him before facing Zim again. "Look, Zim, the only thing you seem to be good at is being a screwup. You're not cut out to be an invader. Plus you have all these icky feelings now. You fell for a human!"

Zim growled angrily. Instead of responding, he ended the transmission. He stormed off to the only person, besides Gir, he felt he could talk to: you.

~~~~~

You laid down on your bed, clearly bored. One of the downsides about being a demigod is that you can't have a phone. Leo Valdez, one of your closest friends at Camp Half-Blood, managed to create demigod safe phones, but the use was pretty limited. So, when everyone was busy with missions, trainings, or everyday life, there was no one to talk to.

You watched as the egg drifted around in the same container you put it in during school. You thought about the events of today. Dib didn't seem to be too happy about your somewhat relationship with Zim, but that was expected. Zim has actually been showing signs of truly liking you, which was good for you, but you knew it would stress the poor Irken out. He was entering a whole new and unknown path for his alien species.

Your solitude was interrupted by the sounds of someone struggling outside of your window. You turn your head slightly to see Zim trying to force your window open, not realizing you had locked it from the inside. You opened it for him right before he tried blasting it open.

"Y/n-human, I need to talk to you!" He said immediately upon entering your small apartment.

You blinked at him. "How do you know where I live?"

He shushed you, avoiding your question. "I have just found out that I have been betrayed by the entire Irken Empire! They lied to me this entire time. Forced me to stay on this slum of a planet for four human years with these filthy abominations."

"I would like to remind you that one of those filthy abominations is your girlfriend/boyfriend/significant other, Zim." You point out flatly.

He ceased his rant, a dark blush covered his face as he looked at you. "You of course are an exception. Along with all of the other demon gods you associate yourself with."

"Demigods." You correct him. "Anyway, Zim, I'm surprised you didn't know this already. The Tallests made it pretty obvious that one time I talked to them." You lay back down on your bed, patting the space next to you.

Zim sent you a confused look, his purple contact lenses observing you carefully. He slowly approached you (f/c) bed before mimicking your actions. "Zim has a short attention span. I always thought they were just admiring my ingenious."

You took his hand in yours. "So, what are you going to do now?"

"I want to make them suffer! The easiest way would be to march onto the ship and prove my worthiness. My time on this planet has caused Zim to grow in height the way a human would. I don't understand how completely, but it is a possibility now that I am of almost equal height to the Tallests." He explained.

You turned to face him. You supported your head in your hand once you let go of his. "Wait, all you have to do is be taller than them to rule? I thought it was just a coincidence that they were the tallest."

He shrugged. "The Irken ruling system is superior to the one in this country because it is not as complex. Tallness equals supremeness. Unfortunately, there isn't a way for Zim to know for sure if I have surpassed them."

You nodded, returning back to your original position. "What's plan B?"

"We take over the armada by force."