Chapter 1: "Surprise!"

This actually turned out a lot longer than expected...Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy.

Zim sauntered out of the schoool doors, while the other maniacal children blundered through them with the cacophony of screams and outbursts of excitement; They were happy that schoool was over. Zim was familiar with the sort of emotion of relief—though in their cases, relief would be just an understatement—those children displayed so enthusiastically and, rather inharmoniously, but it wasn't to the same degree that he had them; He accepted the ways of the schoool and learned it was to educate, very much similar to the programs in his PAK device that was lodged into his spine by Control Brains. In that aspect, he had a small, diminutive, amount of respect, especially since how much more he learned about the ways of the planet's history and past mistakes. However, in sequence, he was always revolted by it's staff and the disposition of the entirety of the schoool. It was disgustingly filthy and was a human-infested lieu that was less sanitary than the Foodcourtia itself.

The bus lied apoplectic in front of the school yard, while it's engine was humming and vibrating the vehicle. The children made their way towards it with screaming and running. As Zim was making his calm way past the other lunatics, Dib could be spotted in the middle of the line forming in front of the bus. He had his eyes locked in his face and Zim was quite used to his nemesis' endemic to stare. A while back, he also used to have the habit of blurting out random threats and insults, however it died down as time progressed. Even their confrontations had dissolved into silent glare contests or even coincidental glances that so happen to contain a certain amount of dislike.

If they were to randomly bump into one another, they would quickly, if dropped anything, pick up their prostrated items and then be compelled to force the event from their minds. Zim didn't mind it this way, and he most certainly viewed it as an opportunity to advance in his studies and work to overcome the human race. But in a way, he suspected underlying plans that Dib conceived in order to stop him from achieving his goals. He remained quiet about his thoughts, however he wouldn't be caught with his guard down.

" You've been ditching school lately." Dib remarked as Zim passed by. He stopped walking but he didn't turn to face him, as he was beside him. A crooked smirk appeared. " I know you're planning something."

" Too bad that no one else believes you. " Zim said, placing his hands at his waist, knowing the reaction he would get. Dib turned to look at him.

" I won't let my guard down. Any wrong move and you're over." Dib said. Zim huffed at this.

" For good reason." He remarked. Dib furrowed his eyebrows.

" What does that mean?" he said concerned.

"…It will be the "Surprise of the year"...Just you wait." Zim smiled. He made his way quietly passed the conjugation and continued his way home, leaving Dib to worry about the small information they just shared.

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Zim opened the door to his small house and closed it behind him, now feeling safe to the hideous, shadowed prying eyes of the other humans and neighbors. To exert the feeling, he locked the door.

He turned around and continued his way past the living room, where Gir was watching television nonchalantly, but at times he would squeal and giggle from the asinine comedy or stupidity it broadcasted.

" Gir, if someone rings the door bell, do not answer it, come and get me." Zim said, as well as a shake of his fist. Though immediately afterwards he had doubts and second thoughts. " On second thought, Gir, you answer the door. I'm not in the mood to view upon another filthy face." Zim said and continued on to the kitchen.

" Okay." He responded sub-consciously. He had a feeling of doubt and insufficient satisfaction in his answer, per usual, but over the past…well, the amount of time he had occupied this residence, nobody, other than Dib and Keef, ever felt the need to lay their hands on the door. And Dib hasn't been on the offensive for a while. So in sequence, he felt comfortably copacetic. Zim continued to the toilet and sprung on the top of the lid. He reached his hand to the lever and pulled it. He slowly sunk into the cylindrical bowl and declined further underground.

Zim was soon falling into room of his observatory room and landed abruptly and harshly against the floor. He rushed to the seat and hopped on to the smooth leather. He repositioned himself to gaze through his remarkably gigantic telescope and adjusted the settings and lenses.

" Computer: On." He renounced the command. And immediately, a system had started up, running the engine with a light mechanical routing sound. Zim looked through the lens of the telescope again and viewed it's contents, as a screen was starting to appear.

" Computer, I would like you to find Invader Flobee. It's been a while since I last updated upon him, and as well as the others." Zim said.

" Update to system available; Start the updating process?" The computer asked.

" No, I said find Invader Flobee." Zim said.

" Locating coordinates…locating coordinates." The computer stated and repeated itself in a very monotonous fashion. Zim kept his eye in the glassy face of the eyepiece for a while until the expected results were not occurring. Zim crossed his arms and removed his vision from the device, as he noticed how conspicuously long he had been waiting; His computer was supposed to be extraordinarily advanced and manufactured in such a way that it surpassed the complexity and even the intellectuality of one's own brain. How could it possibly have been having issues locating one Irken? Then, almost like an assessment of his own mind, the system sounded out an error beep, which droned for a split second before stopping.

" Identity known, location not found." The computer replied.

" What? Computer, find Irken Invader Flobee!" Zim shouted. He was becoming impatient; he always detested how many of the complications and errors would always surface to his knowledge, and yet he wouldn't know how to solve them. Even though if his computer was fabricated to analyze the impediments and diagnose it for a solution, he never liked something occurring without knowing why it happened in the first place. Plus, how can it recognize Flobee's identity but not find his current inhabitance?

The system responded in protest, with another error beep.

" Identity known, location not found."

" Curse you…Ach, find invader Stink." Zim said and massaged his brow with his index and middle finger in circular patterns, leaning back at the backrest of his chair. With a much shorter space of time of the computer analyzing the location, it droned on the error beep.

" Identity known, location not found." He growled.

" What is this? Computer, find Invader Skutch!" Zim said, pressing his clenched hands at the ends of the arm rests of his seat, and leaned forward into the lenses of the large scope. The pause was even shorter before it sounded the error beep.

" Identity known, location not found."

" Invader Zee! Find her!" He exclaimed.

" Identity known, locat—"

" Curses, you maligned, piece of trash!" Zim ground his teeth and removed his eye from the lenses. He tapped his fingers against the leather arm rest in annoyance. This was becoming out of control, there was no plausible explanation why the other invader's location could not be found, they were dwelling in the planets of the nearest locations to earth, however he knew that it wasn't in lieu of the computer's miscalculations; it clearly knew their identity, possibly down the DNA strand, but it was just they appeared to be missing from their common coordinates. He thought more pensively about the subject.

" Computer; disable the saved preliminary search coordinates and search for new coordinates of Invader Zee's location." Zim commanded.

" Disabling preliminary coordinates…Disabling preliminary coordinates complete." The computer droned, and a small higher success quirk sounded before continuing to it's next task. " Finding new current coordinates…Finding—New current coordinates found from Irken Invader Zee; Location: Irk. Coordinates approximately x: 23442.4223245; y: 654390.321. Set new coordinates as preliminary coordinates?" The computer asked.

" No." Zim simply said before he thought about the information he'd received. What was Invader Zee doing back at Irk? Had she already finished her mission? The thoughts made sense but he was confused on why his computer couldn't find new coordinates until he had to command it; It was already set so that when coordinates didn't match her usual location, it would have to look elsewhere before reporting errors of not knowing her destination. Then, he had heard a voice over his overhead speakers. They were beeping and the computer voice spoke

" Receiving transmissions from the Irken Armada." The voice spoke. Zim was surprised; frankly, he was more shocked. He'd never had incoming calls from the Irken spaceship itself. He was also surprised how they'd contact him on such short notice…not that they needed to advice him beforehand.

" Computer: Bring me to my Monitor room!" Zim commanded, and immediately he was sucked up into the small, pink glass cylindrical tube and was transported to another location. After being cast at his destination, Zim landed at the middle of his Monitor room, managing to hurt his knee and ankle in the process; this was closely the second time he'd used his traveling ports in such a hurry. He ran to his grandiose screen, and sat upon his chair, The screen, which he used mainly for two-way video communication, was flashing purple words that named the locality of where the transmissions were coming from. He pressed a few buttons and on it displayed the general pilot room of the spaceship; as well as the Tallest. However, Zim took notice to how Purple was missing; he quickly dismissed the thought and stood up and addressed the leader.

" My Tallest! I didn't expect for you to call upon me…w-what may I help you with?" Zim asked, as well as slowly adjusting his posture to be more straight.

"…What is—Is that your disguise?" Red said with furrowed eyes, perhaps from confusion. Zim however felt a chill pass down his spine; How could he have forgotten about his own disguise?

" ah…uh, yes! it is." Zim said, uncomfortably. Red blinked from disbelief.

"…And the humans can't tell the difference between you and their native ones?"

"…No, they believe my lies…Other than one, called Dib…" Red paused again before he shook his head. He didn't have any more to say, and Zim could tell that he was indifferent and a bit fatigued. With what? Zim wasn't sure.

" I…uh…shall go change." Zim said and hurriedly removed himself from the spot and to the way left of the room, where the screen wasn't far enough in breadth to reach. He removed the horrid wig he wore and the irritant eye contacts, in slight rigidness. Zim then made his way back to the middle of the monitor and Red was waiting patiently, however, quite insouciantly.

" Can I…help you with anything?" Zim asked, shifting on his feet.

" Well, Zim, I came to…see how you were doing." He responded. He was sitting at the main chairs, while at his left was empty, he seemed rather disinterested. He had a smirk on his face and judging from his countenance, he was a little tired.

" Why, the progress is coming slowly, but I tell you now, that things are going to change on earth! I will eventually manipulate all beings just in time for your arrival with the Armada!" Zim said proudly. Proud enough to raise a fist to deem worthy about his progress. " Worry not, My tallest, for I—"

" Slowly, huh?" He remarked, apathetically. Red blinked a couple of times and drank from a straw from the cup that he was clutching in his right hand. He did this in a indifferent fashion and it made Zim feel a little self-conscious. He put down his fist and set at his side again; Red was not impressed by what he saw.

" Ah…yes, uh, slowly, but I assure you that by within the space of a few weeks, I will subjugate every filthy human being on this dirt-infested planet—"

" mm-hmm." Red hummed quietly. Zim was interrupted again, which clearly showed Red's lack of interest and caring towards the matter. His concentration was focused more in his snack cup, in spite of the conversation he'd started with him, not even a minute ago. Zim glanced around the interior of his room and rubbed the back of his head. He was beginning to realize how vacant this giant room was. Zim released a quiet cough and looked back up at the giant screen. He didn't know what to say. Though Zim could feel the strain in his right ankle; it was beginning to ache more.

" Do you know what day it is, Zim?" Red asked, looking down at his snack cup and rimming his finger across the thin plastic circle of the straw. Zim let his question bring up his awareness of the day of the week it was.

" Um…Tuesday? Wait—no, Rolrork!" Zim said. Blast it! I've been becoming too familiar with the Human calendar! Zim thought and desired urgently to smack himself on his brow. Red had glanced at him when he had to correct himself, and didn't seem too happy about it. It was a bit of disappointment for him, and an airy sigh left his mouth. And in that method, it slightly embarrassed Zim.

" That's not correct." Red said, turning his eyes back to the drink. Zim felt like he had no other alternative but to head on with the truth; He didn't know what he wanted, let alone understand what he meant.

"…I…uh, I don't know exactly what you're trying to get across." Zim replied with a—hopingly—indistinguishable gulp. Red's eyes glanced back to Zim, with his head unmoved.

" You don't know?" He asked. Zim paused momentarily, and shook his head.

" It's the holidays, Zim! remember?" Red boomed with animate spirit, slightly startling Zim. However, He could tell it was a bit of a guise. " Probing day, one of the most important holidays of our culture!" He added.

" I—yes, yes! It is!" Zim agreed.

" I am here to hear about your magnificent tactics and machinations of which you shall complete to overcome that planet during while we are in preparation of our coming!" He said, lifting his arms up in a—fake?— Joy. Zim needed to match his excitement.

" Yes! And I shall not disappoint, My Tallest!" He exclaimed, raising his fist. After a while, Red sighed and his level of emotion dropped instantly back to the bored, unenthusiastic degree, which only made Zim look more clueless. Caught in complete ignorance, Zim lowered his fist again and lowered his antennae. He was making a fool of himself! And so effortlessly.

" You don't get it…Do you?" He asked, rhetorically…perhaps.

" I…um…"

" It's been a year. A year, Zim!" Red remarked. " Don't you remember last year's Probing day? It's been that long since you've said you'd conquer that planet, and you still haven't? Not even a little?" He asked, genuinely confused. There was a small pause before he scoffed and rested the side of his cranium against his palm, and shook his head. Zim's natural defense kicked in.

" My Tallest, this planet is not as it seems! I may have said that these humans are stupid, but they have more than one race and region a-and language! Not to mention this, disgusting, Dib human that opposes me!" Zim cried. " I will need to travel to numerous of countries to gather more information and acquire tactics for the job I create—"

" Zim, if you were to do that, when we had last Probing day, you surely—Surely—would've been done and on your way to go!" He said exasperatedly. " If you haven't noticed, the other Invaders aren't at their destined planets. They're back here, and we're celebrating their victories. Purple is out there at the council hall giving out awards and of such things…snacks." He said, and the last word incited a recent memory, and as he remembered the drink in his hand, he lifted it and drank a little more.

" Wait, if the other Invaders just got back, then wouldn't my mission be more tangible to accomplishment? I can finish within days, sir! days!" Zim said, gesturing with his hands. Red only lifted his eye in suspicion.

" They didn't just get back, Zim, they've been back for the longest time now. They finished long before scheduled plans and they've already been publicly deemed as good invaders. They finished last year, Zim. Today is just a remembrance day for them." He explained. " And if you can finish now in days, why couldn't you before?" He questioned.

" I…I've been having this idea, and I've already made the blueprints and I have started construction, partly finished, however it still needs some tempering…but…I can still do it! I promise!" Zim said.

" Zim, Operation Impending Doom II is over…O.I.D.2 or short." He remarked and cleared his throat. " We've already conquered the enemy planets the other Irken Invaders brought down and you are the only one that's left." Red said with another sigh. Zim felt his limbs begin to tremble slightly. Darn it! Cowardice and Insolent Desperation! You dare enter me?

" Sir, give me a few days, and I promise I will have this planet for the taking!" Zim said, trying to re-express his abilities to The Tallest so that he could weigh options, and possibly change his mind. His left knee beginning to make him suffer and regret the option of standing up.

" What did you expect, Zim? You waited for too long. Even if you could still conquer earth, You would have to wait for months before the Armada even got close towards there. If we were to leave now, You would have to postpone your days-plan-of conquering until the right time. Either way, they're not possible to happen."

"…But…My Tallest, I…You can have the planet jackers to arrive! Yes! And they can transport the planet—"

" No, Zim, we…" Red stammered before sighing. He became more frustrated with Zim's childish persistence. It reminded him of a Irken smeet wanting it's snack. He placed his fingers at the space between his eyes and took a deep breath. Red was trying his hardest to not blurt out what shouldn't be said. On Purple's accounts, Zim should never know. But it was clearly becoming more challenging. His closed eyes reopened and an expression of impatience was vivid.

" Zim…You clearly express the mandatory feelings of that of in Irken Invader. Feelings that are titled determination, perseverance, complaisance and genuine enthusiasm in your mission. And the tactics of yours were clearly expressed, or should I say, executed, in the first O.I.D. The one thing that you don't seem to realize is your limited mental capacity, which followed by your rather rampant emotions, creates you to be a blind fool;

" You struck out on allied, or should I say Our own Territory. You're foolishness has blinded you then, and still blinds you to this day, reason being of your misunderstanding of my, rather, distinct and evident explanations on why you are dismissed from this mission. And any future missions." Red said, leaning forwards slightly.

"…My Tall… I can prove to you my ideas! I will show you my blueprints and what I will do in order to—"

" For the gods sake, Zim! Your service of the O.I.D II is no longer required! We have taken over enemy territory—"

" Not this one! Not yet! Allow me to conquer this last one—"

" That isn't enemy territory now, it wasn't enemy territory then, neither was it marked for the Irken Armada Planet jackers treaty! It belongs to the planet jackers! To their damned sun!" Red exclaimed, and immediately knew he was in some trouble, the words already slipped out and there was no going back. Zim was appalled. They spoke of the truth? How was it that this planet wasn't for the Irken Armada? Was it some…arbitrary chance that I survived by finding this part of their galaxy?

"…What?…My Tallest, was this not my designated planet that you sent me to?" Zim asked, quietly. If not mistaken, it was a weak-spine whimper. It shamed his pride to act like a wretch, but then he'd remembered the sticky note that wasn't on charted data, last year, at the beginning of O.I. .

The memory acted like a stimulus and shot a negative energy through his veins and created the feelings of hurt and loneliness. He kept his eyes on Red for a while before Red began to chuckle quietly. Then his hand shot up at his eyes and let out a burst of laughter.

" Oh to Hell with it! You don't know anything! Nothing!" Red asked, booming his voice and pointing his hand at him. Zim furrowed his eyes and felt petrified; what exactly was he implying that he didn't know about?

" Know about what—"

"Missions! Hear we are, speaking of Missions! For you! Do you know why you were sent to that planet Zim? In the first place?" He said, bitterly amused. Zim was caught a bit off guard. He had to think a bit before answering.

" For the conquest of—"

" No! Zim! We sent you there to abandon you! You went to that planet by sheer luck. I—We never knew of that planet's existence until you sent your transmissions! And through all this time, you still were so clouded to even try and figure it out? Ha!" He exclaimed. " Oh, this is too much."

Red shortly remarked and rested his head against his palm with closed eyes. His devious grin released a few amused hiccups of laughter. Zim felt his insides shutter, and the feeling itself was sickening. Was it really true, he was just…banished? That he was sent away to be expectant to die? Zim thought about is and chortled.

" Surely this is a joke." He shook his head. " My Tallest wouldn't ever do something so…"

" So what, Zim? Dastardly? Treacherous?"

" You wouldn't plan to kill me!" He said, laughing. Red kept his eyes at Zim for a while before he shook his head from disagreement, the amusement he found now gone.

" Let's take a look into the past, into your criminal records and into the deep hidden archives, not known by the public…Or at least those not from the ones from Vort Research Station 9." He said icily. Zim almost gasped over the name.

" That…That was years before! It's no longer relevant—"

" Death is always relevant to criminals." Red said solemnly. His eyes were glaring deeply at Zim and he shook his head a bit.

" You can't hold me accountable over that! That was an experiment gone wrong!" Zim pleaded.

" Wrong is an understatement! Why don't you use that excuse to the dead?" Red asked, scornfully.

" I never meant for their demise at that research lab!"

" Do you think that you can display your innocence in court by stating 'I didn't mean it?' And it's not like you would do it in the first place! You respect your pride more than you do the lives of others!" He remarked.

" Y-You can't kill me! I…I was authorized to conduct research and experiments in that Station! The following events were happenstance and unconditional! And even you blamed the incidents on the Vortians, on behalf of it occurring in their facility!"

" Yes, Zim, you were authorized to manufacture innovative ways for weaponry and military technology to devour the Past Tallest!" He yelled cynically. " And we blamed it on the Vortians, so that the other researchers wouldn't be held accountable on your behalf of your mistakes. And we didn't want to have it publicly known that one of our own Irkens killed one of it's own Leaders!"

" I-It was an accident, I'm sure of it! One mistake can't possibly bring down the entirety of a valuable Invader!" Zim said.

" What value do you hold? To anyone? You killed your own people…What sort of respect do you think you have? You killed the past leaders, which is more than plausible cause for your execution, and then you strike at your own allies." Red remarked, bewildered that anyone could believe that they were blameless from murder.

The words that emanated from Red were stuck in Zim's mind, as he was trying his hardest to, somehow, find some underlying core, conniving joke.

"…It w-wasn't from intentional purpose!—" he chuckled uneasily and nervously.

" Then what was it? You were just so enthralled in your mission that you so happened to…friendly fire? Why don't you explain that to the dead or the impaired, Zim? Why don't you explain that you were just in the mood?" Red said, more solemn. " Surely now they must accept that apology."

His voice was starting to contain a very sardonic sting to it. One that was starting to make Zim tremble on the inside, affecting like a strong poison.

" You are a threat to our society. You're a defective Irken. You have been just as destructible, incompetent, and hopeless as you were as smeet. Many defectives are treated to be executed or having their PAK device removed and to be employed elsewhere. You…hoho, You!" The Tallest said, pointing his slender finger at him. " You were not only found with a defective PAK device, but you have senselessly killed others!"

" I didn't mean—"

" Accident…or Not. You have been the doom of many. And yet you so blindly walk around as if you are innocent to your actions. And the only reason why you claim innocence now because you know it will jeopardize your mission, the only thing you do care about. " He said bitterly.

"…A-Allow me to prove myself, My Tallest! Allow me to do this mission and to atone—"

" This…isn't…your…mission. You were never applicable for this, and you never will be. You were sent there to die; A reasonable punishment for one who'd done the same to many." Red said, lifting his chin in haughtiness. " And don't worry about your impressionable personality." He said with an amused grin.

"You have been remembered and entitled the 'Surprise of the Year'. The 'Surprise' being the reaction of how one could be such a pitiful excuse for an Invader." Red said.

" If you were to return here to Irk, you will stand trial to everything you've done, to the last small detail. You're culpability to those events are higher than you think." Red said, his eyes sharing the equal amount of malice that his words spat out at him, glaring at him with intense loathing. " And you will experience a punishment worst than death." He threatened.

With the tempest of his overruling emotions and with the indescribable intensity of his distress, Zim had tried to defend himself with far-fetched explanations and pleas to try and force the idea how he could recompense, for the sins he hadn't consciously realized about until now. But the agitation of his mind and his unclear thoughts that shrouded his head, as well as the uneasiness and despondency that was quaking his body, was prohibiting him from speaking, holding back his tongue and the words that never left his mind.

He was reduced to quiet stammering and shaking inhales. And once The Tallest was satisfied with the affect, He expressed it with a smirk.

" Hopefully I will never see you again, Zim." He said, reaching for the controls.

" Wait!" Zim shouted, gripping at the edge of the counter. " Why…Why did you choose now to tell me about this? If you planned for my…death—Why didn't you tell me instead of making me believe I was on this mission?" Zim asked, endeavoring to keep his voice from cracking. Red's grin widened and he began chuckling again.

" Because it was intriguing, really. You had done so little for our planet and in fact ruined many parts of it, and here you are trying your best to be the best." He said and scoffed. " You were so blinded by your devotion. You would do whatever you thought would make us proud. You would bow to our every whim, and you never questioned it." He said, almost amazed.

" We gave you sticky-noted coordinates of a planet; gave no second thoughts. We gave you a robot seemingly more stupid than anything else, called it advanced; gave no second thoughts." Red scoffed. " You didn't even received a damned invitation and you came back! You came running back here!" He bellowed from laughter. The rings of his hysteria were like needles to his ears; it made his throat restrict from anxiety, and he glanced down at the counter, and set his hands down.

" Oh I swear you're the most defective Irken I've ever seen!" He exclaimed. Zim shook his head and he felt his knuckles shaking. He waited a while before speaking again.

" Why couldn't I find the other Irkens?" He asked, swallowing hard. " I…I searched them on my computer and they didn't appear…I—"

" Oh, Zim. You're so clueless, I can't even pity you." He said, his voice of amusement gone. " We did the Organic Sweep. You're computer is looking for the planets of their native names." He remarked, sighing. " And…well—native locations. Those planets were moved." He said. Zim glanced up from the counter.

"…T-The Organic Sweep?"

" Yes. You're computer identifies those planets by their old names and locations. Now that their names have been altered, the natives enslaved, and their locations removed, it doesn't recognize those planets anymore. After the Organic Sweep, we usually update our systems on the data and then the Massive sends out that updated information to other familiar Irken technology…Unfortunately, you received it too…but yet still couldn't figure it out, neither was able to update your own system data." He said casually.

Zim had been overruling his emotions and after trying to suppress them for the time he did, they slowly began to simmer out.

" Just another reminder of how slow you are, isn't it?" He asked rhetorically. Zim was looking down at the counter of the controls, but he knew that there would be another cynical grin plastered on his face.

He cut the communication, and the large screen turned to a black, void apparition in his sight. At that point, was when his feelings took control. His fingers were shaking to the point he couldn't stop them. His brow was layered in a cold sweat and he could hear his heart pounding. There was a perturbation impeding any fluid thought process, and it caused even more distress.

He couldn't recognize his confusion. For a reason, he couldn't understand the way the Tallest acted the way he did, Why he was so hateful. He couldn't recognize what he did wrong, what he did in the first place that was worthy of being punished and scorned at. The event unfolded so quickly that when it ended, Zim was left to count the seconds before he had realized the screen had gone black. It removed him into a state of shock that he held his breath and tried to breathe normally. He stumbled and shattered on the gained knowledge and asked questions that he didn't know the answers to.

He questioned if what had took place a few seconds ago was real. It came to the point where he questioned his ability to discern the obvious between the simple categories of real and fake. Where he thought he was dreaming, but the pain that was wrenching in his chest provided evidence that he wasn't. It was the pain that brought him back to reality, and that told him he was forever abandoned. It was the utmost discontent and rue that hollowed out his mind.

After a while, he tried to convince himself of vindication. Zim endeavored to try and disprove the words that accused him of wrongdoing, and he swore that it was by accidents those events had occurred. Zim persuaded that he wasn't guilty of those crimes. But nevertheless, it caused a breakdown.

Of which he couldn't prevent in any way. Zim fell slowly down onto his chair and covered his eyes with his arm. He felt the mortification and the guilt take severe levels as he uncontrollably seethed at how wronged he was, and how he didn't deserve any of the treatment he received.

He writhed in his distress; confused of why he was acting so hateful. Angry of how he'd lost all that he'd worked and cared for. And mostly remorseful at how true it all was.