"That damned Dib-human," cried Zim, "always ruining my plans!" Zim came into his base angry at his newly failed plot to take over the earth. "Computer! Zim thought you said this would work!" he yelled.

"I said maybe it might work." The computer said in a bored tone.

"GAH!" Zim sat down and was about to start developing a new plan when his computer suddenly announced a transmission from the Tallest. Zim accepted the transmission with reluctance and stood up to salute his beloved Tallest.

"Zim, have you conquered the planet yet," asked the bored Tallest, Red.

"Almost my Tallest, this mission I almost beat that stupid Dib-human, but I was defeated this time. But I will defeat him next time, I just know it."

Red sighed. "Zim, I don't really care anymore. You're not even on a real mission, so y‒"

"Red!, I thought we weren't gonna tell him" interrupted Purple.

"Like I said, I don't really care anymore. Besides, he's sooo annoying! As I was saying, you can do whatever you want, except come home of course. You are banished to Earth, so you can never return." Red said just as bored as before.

Purple just nodded along eating his snacks. Zim couldn't believe his non-existent ears; had he heard right? "My Tallest, surely you are joking with Zim?" he asked hopefully.

"Nope," they said in unison. "Goodbye."

Zim just sat there, staring at the screen. Then silent tears began to fall down his face. He couldn't believe it. His mission had been fake this whole time? He slowly got up, went to his room, and cried himself to sleep.


Dib had just returned home, exhausted from his fight with Zim. They always fought and it would exhaust him. But those were usually his best night's sleep.

I say usually because some night's he would have dreams. They were very different from what really happened the day before, though every dream was the same; always with him and Zim in precarious positions. He had gotten used to them since they started when puberty hit him. That was two years ago.

He was now 16 years old. He stood at a good 6 feet tall with Zim standing at a whole foot shorter than Dib. Dib took advantage of their height to make fun of Zim. A lot. His body had grown into his head and he looked much better. He was very handsome with his new square glasses and his hair longer. He still had the scythe, but it was also much longer, reaching to his shoulders. He still wore the same clothes as he did when he was younger.

Back to his dreams, Dib freaked out the first couple of dreams with Zim, but he got used to them and now even looks forward to them. He had come to terms with his feelings towards the little green alien a year ago.

He crawled into bed, hoping he would see his alien in his dreams tonight. He stared at all the pictures and drawings he had of his alien that were hanging up on his wall. He may have loved Zim and never wanted to turn him in anymore, but he would be damned if he would let his planet suffer at the hands of Zim's people.


Zim woke up to his pac's inner alarm for school. He did not want to go to school. He got up anyway, to get himself ready.

He bathed in his paste, and got dressed. He wore a pink sweater and some black skinnies. He also put in his contacts and wore a better wig than when he was younger. It was much longer, going down to his shoulders in an emo style with his right eye covered.

He liked it much better as it was a style that fit his personality better; so he thought anyway. It definitely fit his mood at the moment. He was still very upset with what his leaders had told him the night before.