small thing
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He hated him. But at the same time, he needed the other around. Why was that?
He'd almost taken Dib out, a few times. So close to having that pathetic human out of his way for good! It would've made his mission so much easier!
...But then... He sees them again: those eyes. Golden eyes...
Zim huffed as he pondered over them, sitting in his lab wth only the buzzing and beeps of monitors and machines to keep him company. All he saw, though, were those eyes, focused and determined.
Zim frowned. Why were those eyes so important? Why did he need them focused only on him so badly? Surely there was some reason Zim felt they were important. Every time they were on him and he looked into their depths, he felt a small part of himself yearning to see something in them that wasn't there.
What could it possibly mean?
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im tired and unmotivated lol