Chapter One: LIES!
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"And then, My Tallest, I will use the infected cheese to destroy the human's bowel system! They will never again be able to digest any food, thus killing them off. IT IS GENIUS, no?"
"Zim…this idea is stupid." Red answers looking Zim right in the eyes.
"All of your ideas are stupid."
"We're tired of you Zim."
"It's time we told you the truth…"
"…About your mission…"
"It's not real." Purple finishes hastily.
"We sent you to out into the depths of the universe…"
"…To get rid of you. We have no need for a…"
"Defective solider. You're just a pain in the squeedlyspooch!" Red declares as fire burns in his eyes. He was SO tired of Zim and all of his stupid, failure plans. And Zim just wouldn't take a hint; they had to be absolutely blunt, but knowing Zim he would just think they were playing a cruel joke on him.
"A very painful pain."
"Don't call us again."
"Be thankful we don't deactivate you, Zim." Purple informs him, hoping to get Zim to focus on the bright side.
"But, My Tallest-" Zim tries to interrupt, but he is interrupted.
"Good bye Zim." They say together.
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The silence in the labs was deafening. Where one usually heard maniacal laughter, or severe bouts of anger, there was nothing, just like before the big bang.
Gir quietly inched his way forward from the elevator lift. It was a strange sight to behold. His master sat staring blankly at the TV screen. The one his master's leaders usually appeared on. He was still, so still that for a moment Gir thought his master might possibly be…dead. But then a small movement, a twitch of his Irken lungs, showed Gir that his master was just pretending to be dead. Why on Earth his master would play dead was beyond him. But his instincts told Gir something was wrong, horribly, horrible, doomy, doomed wrong.
"Mastah?" He questions quietly, moving slowly, so as to not startle his master.
"Gir?" Zim asks, eyes blinking for the first time since Gir saw him sitting in his chair.
"You Oh-Kaih mastah? Youse was sittin reel still, like a monkey!"
"I'm…fine, Gir." And although his brain told him to trust his master, Gir couldn't bring himself to believe him.
"Mastah needs a hug?" Gir asks opening his arms. Zim doesn't respond so Gir inches his way forward to wrap his arms around his master. Gir sits like that for a while, in Zim's lap with his arms wrapped around the Irken's middle, but he gets the feeling it doesn't help Zim like it helps the people on TV.
"Gir…" Zim says softly, gently putting the robot on the floor. "Go upstairs…make me waffles or something."
Happy with a command, Gir's eyes turn red and he yells a "YesSir!" before running off to complete his mission.
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