Dib walked through the halls of Hi-Skool. He was a sophomore now, and things had gone from bad to worse since he got here. His father had died over a horrible chemical accident caused by a student he was mentoring, and Dib and Gaz were left alone two years ago. Gaz suddenly took interest in their father's work, and planned to take over the lab and TV show when she graduated. Dib was considered an out-cast, and most people forgot that he was a Membrane. He mostly lurked around the city, but his enthusiasm for Paranormal Investigating was over; died out when he was left alone, cut out from his family, and left with no friends. Not like he ever had any to begin with.
He sulked through the day, noting how colorless everything looked lately, when suddenly he saw a flash of green pass by. Zim? He barely saw the alien anymore. After awhile, Zim stopped his demand for world dominance, as did Dib in his demand to capture the green teenager. Zim had grown a lot taller over the years, but was still fairly shorter than him. He didn't see his old enemy again that day.
"What to do…." Dib searched idly through the files on his computer. A file marked "Alien_Filth_camera_00567: HOUSE" caught his attention. "What the fuck is this?" he muttered, clicking on it. Several camera feeds popped up. "Oh, shit…Zim's house." He decided to spy, remembering how much fun he used to have watching Zim. Now it all seemed so bitterly mocking to him. "Kitchen….living room….lab…no…where is the little fucker?" Dib finally saw him in a small, dimly lit bedroom-like place.
A round bed sat near the back wall, and he saw Zim curled up there. The door opened slowly, and the little robot walked in. "Master, are you okay?" Dib was surprised that the little idiotic contraption showed any emotion besides unnecessary joy. He finally noticed Zim completely. He was shirtless in black skinny jeans – something he must have recently taken a fond over – with tears swelling in his big, ruby eyes. "No, Gir, I'm not." His voice had gotten a bit deeper since Skool, and he seemed….hopeless. What the hell happened to you, Zim? Dib thought.
"Why not?" Gir crawled into the bed with him, watching like a worried puppy. "You know why, Gir," Zim said the word slowly, like it pained him. "How I've been banished here…." Tears flowed freely down Zim's green skin, and Dib noticed that they were a dark gray. Gir curled up next to his master, letting himself be clutched to, like he had done this a lot. "How long ago was it, Master?" Zim paused. "Three years, Gir…" Dib didn't know what the two were talking about, but could assume it was bad.
Dib watched as Zim cried himself to sleep, the only comfort coming from cold metal, and found himself in tears as well. Dib's last thought before drifting into a depressed sleep was how he wanted to hold the ruby-eyed boy in his arms; to stop the tears. But he didn't know if it was because he felt it would help himself, or if he truly cared…
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