A/N: I've been gone for about 1 and something years? I am truly sorry my viewers but I had to refine my writing skills and all whatnot; in which you can clearly see I've improved a bit.
I read through the story and while it is great with all of its smut... I have to bring in fighting as well as rich plot. I have to try.
So for your patience (I hope) I will reward all of you with an update. I promise that I'll try to be more consistent with my content.
Chapter 1: New Path
Zim came back from a long day of work, he slouched onto his couch with GIR slouching on the couch next to him. He was covered head-to-toe with sewage and human food. Despite the various substances burning his flesh he had gone used to the feeling and ignored it. His eyes were devoid of emotion as he stared at the ground. He looked around at his base and finally at his SIR unit with tired and dead eyes.
Recently an evil plan had gone terribly wrong as soon as he was about to execute it. So many things had suddenly happened in a blink of an eye. Dib showing up, Gaz suddenly caring about a plan of Zim's, Keef returning and nearly killing him, his rotten and utterly useless SIR unit spasming and destroying very vital machinery for his plan.
Zim growled and stood up. He walked over towards his underground lair. His body was trembling and his PAK circulated between black and red.
"Fourteen years..." Zim growled. His SIR unit following him giggled. "Fourteen years on this dirt ball..."
GIR glomped the back of Zim's head. Zim roared and grabbed GIR and slammed him down. "STAY, YOU USELESS PIECE OF TECH!" He kicked GIR away with him crying. He continued down towards the toilet. Why am I using a toilet as a lift? His PAK turned gray as well as his eyes. He walked towards the bid screen hosting his smarter AI companion.
"Computer." Zim called out. Computer took awhile to respond as he had not heard his master call out his name in this tone. He sounded unbelievably calm and devoid of any arrogant or unhappy emotion.
"Y-yes?" He stuttered.
"Bring me the Tallests."
"Yes master."
A couple of minutes later, the screen showed the very tall duo, each standing at seven feet. "What is it Zim?" The red of the the two asked with his eyes closed whilst scratching the back of his head. "Look, if it is another failed mission don't waste our..." He opened his eyes and paused at the sight of Zim. His eyes were gray and they were devoid of emotion - not even a trace of fanaticism - he looked as if he were looking at them but yet he was not... it looked as if he was looking through them. "...time..?"
Zim only responded with a slight twitch of his right eye.
"Tallests." Zim said the one word which shook them to their core. His voice all the more cold. "I am requesting a resignation of my status as Invader post-haste"
The Tallest looked at each other with great worry. "What produced this... development... Zim..?" The red one asked. He immediately grimaced as Zim's head swiveled towards him slowly.
"...Many things." He answered coldly. Both Tallests grew a very dreary feeling inside of their spooches. "I cannot help but notice that... for one I have a defective SIR unit." He gestured to GIR who was crying on Zim's feet. "The equipment you've sent me, utterly useless." Zim kicked a machine softly but watched as it fell apart all together. He did this all while staring at them. "Explain, now."
The Tallests were utterly speechless. "You're SIR unit isn't defective, its specia-"
"Shut up." Zim snapped his head towards Purple. "Tell me, if I look into GIR's head right now will I find machinery or... something else that isn't there?" Zim asked as he grabbed GIR by his arm and let him dangle whilst screaming. He took the top off of GIR's head and peered inside.
His eyes momentarily turned into pitch black voids at the sight of garbage inside GIR's head. He looked up at the Tallests. "So, after my "undying" loyalty to both of you... this... is how you much you respected me?" He growled and threw GIR at the large screen causing it to crack a little. With his eyes pitch black he advanced on and grabbed him by his left leg and dragged him upwards to deactivate him.
"Master! Don't do this please!" GIR begged. For the first time of all time, GIR had formed a coherent sentence. Zim paused and a little of his color had returned to his eyes. GIR started sobbing openly. "Master! Please don't deactivate me! I only did what I did on the orders of those two!" He pointed to the two tallests. "It was out of my control!"
Zim's lips were working themselves into several phases from a simple to a heavy frown and back. He let his SIR unit fall to the ground unceremoniously. GIR crawled to a corner and quietly cried. Zim looked up at the tallests. "Tell me, was my mission... real?" Zim's PAK was sparking and started to sputter.
Red stared at him in silence then started chuckling. "Since its been fourteen years and we've had our fun. Yes, your mission was a fake." He laughed openly. "BWAHAHAHAHA! I CANNOT BELIEVE IT TOOK YOU FOURTEEN YEARS BUT YOU FINALLY DID IT! YOU'VE FOUND OUT! SOMEONE TELEPORT HIM A COOKIE!"
Zim's PAK started to shake violently. He started chuckling too but this one had no other emotion besides frustration and greif. His expression turned crazed and his PAK started sparking black electricity. He picked up a plasma knife. "After many years of taking advantage of me, you will find yourselves riddled with blood as your corpses are paraded throughout Irk and beyond. Be prepared Tallests." He threw the knife at the screen like a javelin and watched as it hit the screen. The screen went black.
Zim calmed down to short giggles before he slumped to the ground and started sobbing quietly.
Ten minutes later, GIR crawled over to Zim and rested on his stomach. "GIR..." Zim whispered to GIR while looking at the ceiling in a daze. His eyes had turned red.
"Yes master..?" GIR asked quietly.
"Why?"
"I do not know why master, but I was simply following orders..." Gir sniffled. "I'm sorry master..."
Zim remained silent and drew GIR closer. He started caressing his SIR unit. "Aren't we all?"
A half an hour later, Zim and GIR went up the lift and towards their living room. Minimoose greeted them with a curt squeak.
"Everything is fine Minimoose, just had a 'talk' with the Tallests."Zim responded. His demeanor had changed significantly after his venture with the Tallests that much Minimoose had noticed.
"Squeak."
"I'll be fine Minimoose. Just need to lie down." Zim crawled onto the living room couch and slept.
A large crowd shouting various obscenities at someone. Two menacing figures standing condescendingly over a downed Irken. Big brain-like machines preceding over the whole affair.
"Irken Zim, you are brought forth here in Judgementia to prove whether you are worthy of living... or not..." A great booming voice rumbled from one of the machines. "Tallest Red, bring forth your case."
"Defective Irken Zim is accused of rampaging through Irk and destroying half of it, escaping food duties on foodcourtia, impersonating rank of invader when it was not given onto him." Tallest Red called out with great delight. He made a "neck-slicing" gesture to Zim.
"Food Drone Zim, what is your defense?"
"..."
"Silence? Well, we have heard enough. We hereby judge you as defective. Your execution shall begin promptly."
A/N: Well, how'd you guys think of this? Did my writing improve? What can I improve upon this?
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