It was a beautiful day and Keef was walking home while humming the newest song on the radio. It had been a year since the little red head came out and said he was in fact gay. No one really seemed too surprised by this after all he wore tight pants and very colorful shirts. Zim was the only asked about being gay. But up in till today Keef was not picked on because of this. Then that was all turned around as the ginger walked pass a gang without realizing it.
"Hey fag!" one member yelled as another grabbed Keef's rainbow striped shirt. "Uh…h-hey guys…." Keef gulped hoping today was still his lucky day. The leader of the gang laughed, "So fag… you think you can walk down our street and not get away with it?"
Keef: I-I always walk down this street!
Leader: not anymore…
And with that the gang started to punch Keef over and over, one brought a pocket knife and stabbed Keef multiple times while the red head tried to escape the danger. Soon a loud and familiar voice rang out, "HEY THAT'S MY HYOOMAN!" Keef knew who it was instantly; Zim, his bestest friend! Zim glared at the gang leader, no way was a puny human going to take away his pet. He had thought about this for a while and realized that Keef would do anything for him and soon decided to use Keef as his pet. The gang leader glared back at the short Irken, "what are you goin' to do 'bout it shorty?" he growled at Zim. "SHORTY?" Zim screamed "NO ONE CALLS ZIM SHORTY!" he said as his PAK legs came out and aimed at the leader's head. "HOLY SHIT!" the leader yelled and ran off followed by his idiot goons. "Yes. Run filthy hyoomans run…" Zim muttered turning to the wounded ginger. "you okay pet?" Zim asked like it was nothing. "Uh… yea…" Keef said. "Come to Zim's base you are hurt." Zim said as he started to go towards the direction of his base. "Okay." Keef muttered as he followed Zim.