Everybody loves a hero.
What people forget, Zim is the villain of the show, a loveable villain, but a villain nonetheless. I myself find it hard to accept this.
But here I go, writing him up like a bad guy.
It is a bit fun doing so…
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It was a seemingly normal walk for Zim. As much as he disliked the world around him, he wasn't about to lock himself up in his base all day. There were very few things Zim liked about earth. He took an interest in history and found it strange how humans tend to repeat their mistakes.
It was near midnight. Irkens don't have to sleep, as they had evolved past that need. It was an interesting past time, as well as a huge waste of time.
Zim found that at the black of night, all the evils of the city sprang out. Criminals had a mindset that the darkness would shield them so they may get away with what they are doing. In a way, it did.
Gangs, drugs, escorts, it was another world at night. That is why Zim found it best to do all his plotting at the daytime. It was easier when it was light out.
But it wasn't like he was afraid at night. Oh no, quite the opposite. He held back chuckles when he catches sight of a gunfight, or a car chases. They were all such rookies. A bullet is no match for a blaster. A car is worthless compared to a voot. The henchmen were easily bribed. And killing helpless families does not make you tough.
Zim had seen and done worse things when he was a smeet. These humans knew nothing. They have done nothing. They have seen nothing. And yet, they think they have the right to brag?
He turned a corner and walked down an old ally way. There was no real destination. Zim was just exploring the scum filled city, as he did every night. He set a goal to memorize every twist and turn of the city ever since Gir had gotten him so horribly lost. He couldn't rely on the robot for anything, except for a headache. If the Tallest haven't given him it personally, he would have gotten rid of it by now.
Zim paused for a second, and checked his surroundings. There was a strange sound, like a wounded animal. He followed the sound, hoping it was still alive. Experiments worked so much better on living specimens.
Lying against the dumpster was a battered and broken body. The clothes were slightly torn; there were bruises on every inch of bare skin.
It was Dib.
Out of every human in the city, he was the one in the ally. Out of every section of the city, Zim just so happened to explore this part. If there was ever a stranger coincidence, this was it.
The boy looked up, still breathing. He didn't have his glasses, so he couldn't see well. All he saw was a figure. "Please…" That was all he could choke out.
Zim studied him. His pockets were inside out, and there was a lens cap on the floor. This was a mugging. Whoever did this; he got away quickly.
Dib made strange noises, trying to get up. He failed miserably. Zim watched quietly, and with interest. It was so odd, seeing Dib in this state.
The boy reached out, confused. He wondered if the figure in front of him was real. If it was the mugger, he would of finished the job by now. If it was a stranger, he or she would of called for help.
Disgusted, Zim stepped out of reach.
Dib knew who this was. "Zim?"
Zim frowned. He had seen enough. He turned his back to Dib and started to walk away.
"Zim!"
The Irken stopped. He thought about saying something clever. Something inspirational. But he didn't, it wasn't worth it. Dib would have to learn his lesson on his own.
Zim left for home, never looking back. He had no regrets.