Well, this is what happens when I get bored.

And when I am unable to update "Because of heavy traffic".

Bah, maybe I should dub myself "Queen of Angst".

And it's creepy, because I am not Emo. I am not Goth. Heck, if you asked my friends if I was depressed, they will think you are insane.

I am the happiest person you ever will meet, and I mean scary happy.

And yet, I come up with THESE!

…

Hrmm… Now I am hungry.

(Runs off to eat something)

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN IZ! What is the point of this disclaimer? If I owned it, I would just put my ideas in the show!

Zim was an alien. Fact.

Zim hated Dib. Fact.

Zim couldn't regret. Wrong. Dead wrong.

The small Irken stared at the body for what seemed like forever. It was dark, and Dib had snuck out. No one knew the boy was dead. No one even knew he was out.

He had challenged Zim to yet another battle. Zim expected it to be like the others. They would exchange some hits, and a distraction would come across; stopping the fight.

Tonight, there was no distraction.

Zim had greatly overestimated Dib. He had no idea how fragile a human body can be, especially around the neck area.

It was so quick. It was so impossibly fast. Dib lost his balance and hit his head on a tree stump. Zims' antennae twitched at the sound of bones cracking but thought nothing of it.

He stood there, waiting for the Dib to get up. He didn't.

"Come on Dib-Stink! I don't have all night!" Snapped Zim. He waited for an answer, but he got none.

Not yet understanding the situation, Zim casually knelt next to his enemy. Pushing the body to its side, Zim could see the oddly bent shape his neck was in.

And the truth dawned on the alien. He felt a sudden hollowness in where is stomach should be. A sudden need, a want for all this to be a dream.

But as everyone knows, Irkens never dream.

Zim started to shake Dib like a rag doll. "Get up human! This isn't amusing!"

Dibs glasses fell off, revealing two dim honey brown eyes. Zim let go of the boys' shirt and looked away. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening.

Zim covered his eyes in frustration. "You idiot!" He screamed. "After all that, you die like this?"

It became eerily quiet. The only sound that could be heard was Zims heavy breathing.

Zim slowly lowered his fists, seeming to have calmed down some. "What now?" He asked quietly. He wasn't sure who he was asking, since he was alone then. "Should I leave you here? Take you back to your parental unit?"

Of course, there was no answer. It was too quiet. It was so impossible quiet.

And Dib just laid there.

And for the first time in Zims life, Zim honestly didn't know what to do.