He shuddered. He couldn't take this anymore. He could see that beautiful porcelain skin being stained with crimson blood. It dripping down a certain raven-haired boy's large head as he laughed menacingly, but always in the end, having to back down as the boy escaped.
Everyday.
Every. Single. Day. Was. The. Same.
Coming close to making the people around him happy, to pick his self-esteem off the floor. But, then having that boy stop him. His plans where flawed and his sidekick was a moron. The Tallest set him up for failure since the start. They didn't want him to succeed. But his conscience told him that if he did, he could finally live up to his own expectations.
Every day was the same. That same boy made him fail. He hated it.
But….
At lease he had company. From time to time he would drift back into that world of Earth. Nobody seemed to understand him though. He was real. Dib was real. Somewhere on a far away planet that young boy who everyone made fun of and nobody liked was waiting for him. He wanted to be that spark that started the boy's heart racing. He wanted to make a difference in at lease one living creatures being.
Who cared if it was a bad difference?
There he went again. Laughing. As if he had something to be laughing about.
But sometimes he would spaz. Screaming "I AM ZIIM!" at random doctors. Telling Gir, who, at the time, was just an object of company. A robot intended to entertain patients as they went through different phases. He was a moron, but at lease the patients, Zim in particular, couldn't blame their madness on the deafening silence of the walls. But Gir was still loyal to Zim. Gir was lonely too, and he wanted to see his master get better.
Zim was about the throw his head back, screaming his usual impurities, topped off with his signature laugh, as he would fidget.
That boy. He was everyone, but in one place in particular. Zim's mind.
But not today. He bit his green lip as his blue blood began to trickle down. The tallest, confused didn't know if this was an improvement, or if this was another part of Zim's hallucinations shrugged it off and told the doctors to write the data down.
But Zim wasn't crazy. He never was. Everyone else around him was, and they where just in Zim's way.
The Tallest talked to one another. Whispering as if they just came up with a master plan. Eating away at their snacks, they ordered for a Spoot Cruiser and some cameras the size of Gir's eyeballs.
Something was going to happen to Zim. But No one expected this.