Zim pulled open a curtain from his house. He noticed a small child playing
with his father as the humans laughed and smiled. His eyes assumed a sad
look as he watched the mother of the family come out and join them, holding
a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies. Zim closed the curtain slowly. A
look of worriedness crossed his face. How come he didn't have parents?
The thought opened a door to his mind and didn't seem to want to leave.
Zim knew his "parents" were fictional. They existed only for robot purposes and to make humans believe Zim had a mother and father, but other than that they sat in a closet, not functioning and silent.
Now Zim worried about where he was born. He remembered the "cold, unfeeling robot arm", and a dark wall of many green and purple faces, but that was it. Then he was brought to his duties. After that he had grown up a bit...and blown up half of Irk. That was why he was on this unpleasant planet in the first place.
No, no...Zim thought to himself. I'm remembering my past, not where I was born...
Zim couldn't help it as a small tear slowly rolled down his soft green cheek. Not having a mother and father to nurture you...was like having pie without the crust. It just wouldn't be right. It felt sort of lonely...no, very lonely.
It wasn't fair. It. Just. Wasn't. Fair. He wanted a set of parents too. He wanted someone to talk to him at night. He wanted someone to give him treats and tell him they loved him. Being an Invader wasn't all destruction. Sometimes it got lonely, and he needed a loving feeling of warmness, comfort and security.
He thought about what it was like to have a mother's soft touch. He thought about how fun it felt to have a father lift you up on his shoulders. He thought about GIR...so ignorant of feelings like this. How carefree and happy GIR was...he had no idea of the pain, sorrow, grief and anger that was going on in the world.
How lucky GIR was to have this child-like personality. At least GIR was living a fruitful and happy life. Zim smiled.
"GIR! GIIIIIR! TEACH ME HOW TO PLAY!" he shouted as he ran over to GIR, who was playing with a set of building blocks in his puppy suit. Zim sat down next to GIR and looked at him anxiously.
GIR looked, wide-eyed (if not as usual), at his Master. "Play?"
"Yes. Instruct me to...have fun." Zim picked up a block and put it down again.
GIR looked at his Master and gave him the weird eye. "Is this another one of the boring 'finding out about humans' thingies?"
"No, GIR. I want to find more about my past. About myself."
"Pick up a block!"
"Like this?"
"Yep! Now set it on top of this one!"
"....Like this?"
"Noooo, you did it wrong."
Zim looked aghast.
"You're not doomed, Master. Just turn it sideways."
A feeling of relief crossed Zim's soul, and he turned the block sideways.
"Yeaaaaaaaaahyyyyy! Master made a castle!"
Zim grinned. "Yesssss...YESSSS! I, THE MIGHTY ZIIIIIM, HAS SUCCEEDED IN MAKING A CASTLE! THE WORLD SHALL BE MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!!!!!" he hissed, his tongue spurting out of his oversized mouth.
Then he looked at GIR.
The little green dog was giving him the weird eye again, the cute lil tongue sticking out.
"Master, you're bein' spooty."
Zim squinted one eye and stuck out his bottom lip in his trademark fashion.
"Let's start again, GIR."
An excited lil squeaky noise came from the SIR unit, and the two proceeded building again.
Happily.
......
Finally.
Zim knew his "parents" were fictional. They existed only for robot purposes and to make humans believe Zim had a mother and father, but other than that they sat in a closet, not functioning and silent.
Now Zim worried about where he was born. He remembered the "cold, unfeeling robot arm", and a dark wall of many green and purple faces, but that was it. Then he was brought to his duties. After that he had grown up a bit...and blown up half of Irk. That was why he was on this unpleasant planet in the first place.
No, no...Zim thought to himself. I'm remembering my past, not where I was born...
Zim couldn't help it as a small tear slowly rolled down his soft green cheek. Not having a mother and father to nurture you...was like having pie without the crust. It just wouldn't be right. It felt sort of lonely...no, very lonely.
It wasn't fair. It. Just. Wasn't. Fair. He wanted a set of parents too. He wanted someone to talk to him at night. He wanted someone to give him treats and tell him they loved him. Being an Invader wasn't all destruction. Sometimes it got lonely, and he needed a loving feeling of warmness, comfort and security.
He thought about what it was like to have a mother's soft touch. He thought about how fun it felt to have a father lift you up on his shoulders. He thought about GIR...so ignorant of feelings like this. How carefree and happy GIR was...he had no idea of the pain, sorrow, grief and anger that was going on in the world.
How lucky GIR was to have this child-like personality. At least GIR was living a fruitful and happy life. Zim smiled.
"GIR! GIIIIIR! TEACH ME HOW TO PLAY!" he shouted as he ran over to GIR, who was playing with a set of building blocks in his puppy suit. Zim sat down next to GIR and looked at him anxiously.
GIR looked, wide-eyed (if not as usual), at his Master. "Play?"
"Yes. Instruct me to...have fun." Zim picked up a block and put it down again.
GIR looked at his Master and gave him the weird eye. "Is this another one of the boring 'finding out about humans' thingies?"
"No, GIR. I want to find more about my past. About myself."
"Pick up a block!"
"Like this?"
"Yep! Now set it on top of this one!"
"....Like this?"
"Noooo, you did it wrong."
Zim looked aghast.
"You're not doomed, Master. Just turn it sideways."
A feeling of relief crossed Zim's soul, and he turned the block sideways.
"Yeaaaaaaaaahyyyyy! Master made a castle!"
Zim grinned. "Yesssss...YESSSS! I, THE MIGHTY ZIIIIIM, HAS SUCCEEDED IN MAKING A CASTLE! THE WORLD SHALL BE MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!!!!!" he hissed, his tongue spurting out of his oversized mouth.
Then he looked at GIR.
The little green dog was giving him the weird eye again, the cute lil tongue sticking out.
"Master, you're bein' spooty."
Zim squinted one eye and stuck out his bottom lip in his trademark fashion.
"Let's start again, GIR."
An excited lil squeaky noise came from the SIR unit, and the two proceeded building again.
Happily.
......
Finally.