Reign of Solitary

by ZiE-chanXP

The last thing Irk wants is self-destruction. However, with the increased amount of rebels, no one has any power in stopping them. So the only option is solitary confinement. Or driving yourself insane.

1. Chapter 1

Reign of Solitary

CHAPTER 1

Again.

Escaped again.

How does the Dib-thing do this?

Zim grumbled to himself as he marched down the passageways in his base. He had set up the perfect trap, had EVERYTHING planned out, and he had escaped.

"Filthy humans!"

The angry cry bounced off the walls, ricocheting in every direction, and eventually ending up in Zim's hollow skull again. He scowled and kicked the wall, hoping that the wall would absorb his frustration.

However, he forgot that walls were hard.

Now marching with a throbbing foot, Zim had reached his destination. The communication room was filled with transmitters, radios, televisions, and any other form of communication there was. He even owned a few human cell phones. Every now and then, they would ring, and set off an INCREDIBLY annoying shriek that embedded itself in his antennae. Oh, how he hated the Nyan cat song.

Suddenly, a distant giggle snapped Zim out of his thoughts. Before he could even say "G.I.R!", the happy little robot was standing in front of him.

"Heya, master! Guess what I sawded?"

Zim scowled again. "What did you see, G.I.R?"

G.I.R's eyes wondered, leaving Zim waiting. His eyes narrowed and he leaned towards G.I.R. After about ten seconds, he snapped his fingers in G.I.R's face, and the excitement came once again.

"Mary! He was runnin' toward the house with a gun! And it was black, and it had a lens!" He wiggled awkwardly as he told Zim this, and clutched his piggy tightly. Zim facepalmed.

"G.I.R, that was a camera. He's just trying to breach my security again. Ignore the worm baby unless he gets in the yard."

With the extra reassurance, the robot left, leaving behind a trial of bluish smoke.

Zim then began pacing the communication room, thoughts returning to his head. Perhaps that small distraction helped his mood. Seeing G.I.R always seemed to stress him out, yet cheer him up in a way unknown to any being in existence.

Finally remembering his reason for being in the room, he stalked over to the large monitor placed at the far wall. He entered a code and watched the screen fizz into a clear image of a familiar figure.

But it wasn't the figure he'd expected.