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As I explained in the summary, this story isn't actually a story- It's actually a bunch of different one-shots that I want to do. Whether it is romance, action, angst, whatever. These stories will not connect to each other unless other wise I say so. Every single new one-shot/chapter I will give a summary of the chapter incase you do or do not want to read it. Some of these chapters will be OOC and some will not, so heads up in advance. :)

So, without further adieu, let me begin.

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Summary: Tallest Purple notices that Zim hasn't called the Massive in over a week, so he finally decides to contact Zim himself. What happens when Zim doesn't answer the few first calls though? How far will Tallest Purple go just to get an answer?

Genre: Comedy, Gaz/Zim romance.

Title: Unanswered Calls

The Tallests realized that they never thought much of Zim's life on Earth.

It was just- Weird when you actually thought about it. Didn't think about his life on Earth, any of his friends, or even his plans to try and take over Earth. He had been banished from Irk, never to set foot on Irk again or to ever talk to the Tallests. Yet, Zim had stepped foot after his banishment. And he did talk to the Tallests.

Every. Single. Day.

It was on a random day when Purple had started to actually think about Zim- He ran out of donuts, so he had some free time to actually think- And he wasn't sure if he liked what he was thinking about or not. Wasn't sure if it made him angry or what, it was just… Weird.

"Hey, Red."

"What?"

"Zim didn't call us today."

The red eyed Tallest blinked a few times before his eyes narrowed downwards to the panel on his hovering chair, pressing a green button. A holographic list appeared before the two Tallests, both of them looking over the list of incoming calls, completely ignoring the stares they were receiving. Red took another drink out of his soda, not missing the fact that Purple was tapping both of his fingers impatiently against his forearm.

"He didn't call us today."

"It seems not, that's nice."

"Or yesterday. Or the day before, and the day after that, and then the day before that… He hasn't called us for an entire week!"

"… You seriously aren't mad that Zim hasn't called us, are you?"

"Yes! That idiot has been calling us for years; I now want him to call us every day! He can't just leave us like that, we're his Tallests! You! Ugly service drone with the freaky eyes, contact Zim's base on Earth!"

"Yes, my Tallest!"

Dax, the service drone with one small eye and one really big eye replied, hands moving at lightning speed to contact Zim of Earth. Red's mouth slightly fell open as he whipped his head around to stare at Purple in shock, mouth falling open all the way when he saw the sight. The pair of purple eyes were forming into a glare, ignoring the service drone by his side that was trying to give him a fresh bag of donuts.

"You- Pfft… Hahaha! You seriously aren't mad about this, are you? It's ZIM we're talking about here!"

Now the purple eyed Tallest was pouting, though glaring never stopping.

"Yeah, I'm mad! I can't believe you aren't, he contacts us every day and then just randomly stops like he can drop us when he wants! The food drones just can't stop cooking, can they? Well; neither can Zim, no matter how much we hate him!"

"Actually, that was kinda logical thinking for you being the one thinking, Pur. I actually didn't know that you could think."

"Oh, well thank- HEY!"

"My Tallests, Zim did not answer your call in this laboratory, his computer has picked up the call."

"WHAT?"

Purple shrieked with his high pitched voice, turning his head left to right until he caught sight of Red's soda, taking it from his best friend. Before Red could utter a sound the other Tallest was already taking a long drink from the cup. Red huffed and swore to himself that he would get revenge on Purple, but later, his best friend looked like he was going to pull his antennas off.

After a few more drinks and in taking breaths, the purple eyed Tallest was ready again.

"Contact upstairs and inform the computer to not answer us, it has to be someone else."

The drone did as told, everything silent for a few moments as the Tallests watched the screen intensely, waiting, and waiting… Finally, the call was answered! It was none other than Gir, who was running around the base like crazy while wearing a fedora and holding a- What in Irk was that? It was some fat, furry thing, it was like a duck mixed with a beaver mixed with a-

By the past Tallests, Purple didn't even care anymore!

"You, stupid Sir Unit!"

"I'm addvaanncceed!"

"Fine! You could be the best Sir Unit in all of Irk and I still wouldn't care at this point! Where is your master?"

Gir stopped his running, putting the weird animal down onto the ground as the unit itself also took a seat on the ground, pondering something.

"Mastur, mastur, hmm… Well; I had a sammich in my head earlier, but then he took it away from me. So, I cried and cried until he told me I could go watch the monkey show! I love that show. I also made a friend with a squirrel today, he looked like this with his big, fuzzy cheeks! Ohh, and then I put him in a cape so we could fight all 'da bad guys! After that the squirrel and me-"

"Zim. We're talking about Zim here. No squirrel. ZIM."

"Oh, yeah, right, right! I don't know where mastur went. You got the wrong number; this isn't the Chinese delivery place! Call again next week when we have cat on our menu!"

And the line went dead afterwards.

All was silent as all eyes were now gazing at Tallest Purple, the Tallest not moving a single muscle in his hovering chair, eyes unblinking. After many moments of silence the soda was crushed in his two fingered grasp, a snarl forming. His left eye twitched, pointing to the same drone that he had made fun of earlier.

"YOU- Contact Zim's Pak NOW, use the override code and make sure that he HAS to answer unless he's DEAD. Ohh… I'm gonna make him hurt, make him hurt real good."

Purple hissed as the drone nodded, doing as his Tallest said while Red rolled his eyes. Purple was taking this way to personally, but he did agree slightly. Zim needed to answer them, what if he was their last chance at survival or something? HAHAHA! Zim being their last chance at survival, hilarious, and then he'll become Tallest, right? Pfft. Stupid.

Finally, their call was answered.

On the large screen appeared a hissing Zim, he was rubbing his forehead, probably from when the screen from his Pak popped up and hit him in the face. Pinkish eyes finally opened, but as soon as they did he seemed to have paled to the lightest green possible. From the scenery around Zim he appeared to be in a kitchen, waffles before him and the wig on the top of his head messily put on. One of his antennas was sticking out from the side of his wig; he wasn't even wearing his contacts!

Finally, after realizing who was calling him, Zim threw his arm upwards, saluting his Tallests.

Purple sneered at the sight, both Red and him crossing their arms over their chests.

"Nice to see you join the conversation with us, Zim. We called your base twice and you didn't answer."

"Forgive me, my Tallests! Zim has been… Very busy with a… Heavy work-out and many much… Flexible positions. What can the great Zim do to help his almighty Tallests?"

Before Red could reply something sarcastic his mouth instantly shut closed while Purple's mouth fell open at the sight. Zim blinked a few times, messing with his wig to try and hide his antennas.

"My Tallest, forgive me for my hideous disguise, Zim did not have enough time too-"

"…What happened to your shirt, Zim?"

Purple questioned, never missing the fact that the Irken on the screen seemed to now be a deep emerald, coughing nervously into his hand.

"I lost it in a- Fight, Tallest Purple. The enemy and I fought with all of our might, and though the enemytook Zim's shirt, it was Zim who did the rough pummeling against the enemy!"

"Yeah. We can tell. Tell the enemy behind you that you'll need your shirt back and to not ruin it. The shirt does belong to the Irken Empire after all, not her."

Zim whipped his head around so quickly that the wig flew off his head, antennas now perking upwards at the sight behind him. Puberty had been rather nice to the woman that was in the doorway. With her now long, violet hair in a slight mess around her pale face and her curvy body wearing Zim's shirt and nothing else it was a perfect sight for Zim.

…Just not with his Tallests here though.

Zim placed his face within his hands, knowing that he had messed up badly as his antennas bent all the way backwards. Gaz had no idea what to do when she saw the screen poking out from Zim's Pak, reviling two Irkens that looked completely shocked. They were kinda tall, were those the Tallests that Zim had been- Oh.

Oh.

Both Tallests grinned evilly at each other, embarrassment now gone.

"Well, Zim, it does seem that you had a very nasty fight with many rough edges added and hard positions thrown into the battle."

"Yeah, I hope I never get stuck in a hard battle like that! It seems that you've slipped out of the tight edge though, so we'll let you go. You clearly need to get some well deserved sleep; you and your enemy took many great blows it seems."

"…Yes, my almighty Tallests, Zim appreciates your concern and shall do as you say…"

Even with his face hidden within his hands, it was easy to tell that the dark emerald tone wasn't leaving his cheeks anytime soon. Gaz had her head tilted down, a hand trying to pull down Zim's shirt as far as it could go, her own cheeks a darker shade.

"Oh yeah, and Zim?"

"…Yes, Tallest Purple?"

"I will personally pull your antennas off with my teeth if you ever forget to call us again."

After that the transmission ended.

The two Tallests were laughing insanely, making jokes about the entire situation that happened. Purple mocked the way Zim looked as Red joked about the choice words he used for the situation. The two were hysterically laughing until Purple seemed to have paled, leaning against the panel on his chair. Red tugged an eyebrow upwards at the gesture, now really confused.

"What?"

"You do realize what we just did, right?"

"Yeah, we made fun of Zim! And then you said you… Will pull his antenna of if he ever forgets… To call us… Again."

In a matter of seconds the two Tallests were now screaming hysterically, Purple tugging at his antennas while Red was slamming his forehead against a far wall.

Back on Earth, Zim still had his face within his hands, making sounds that were a mixture between growls and sighs. Gaz paused from eating her waffles, snickering as Zim glared upwards at her, mouth twisted into a sneer.

"What?"

"It wasn't that bad, it couldn't have been that embarrassing."

Zim smirked slightly, baring his zipper teeth evilly at her.

"Remember when your father walked into your room when you and I-"

"We're NOT talking about that."

"Exactly."

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And that ends that chapter!

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