It was a cold and rainy day. Zim sat on the couch, glaring at the window. Stupid earth weather. He turned his attention to Gir, who was running in circles, randomly screaming.
"Gir! Your screams are bothering Zim!"
"I understand…" Gir jumped onto the couch and started watching the Angry Monkey show.
"Gir! This human FLITH claiming to be entertainment annoys Zim!" Gir sat there, laughing, completely ignoring his master. Zim got up. He had work to do. "Computer, to the communications room."
"Yes, master." It spat out grumpily. Zim didn't seem to notice the tone.
Soon Zim was in front of a large monitor, speaking to his leaders.
"My Tallest, my plan to concur the FLITHY hyoomans…"
"Zim, "Purple began, looking over to the other Tallest, "There's something we need to…"
"Zim hasn't finished, my GENEOUSplan involves…"
"This is important, Zim…"
"A giant muffin…"
"Zim, can't you take a hint? We don't like you!" Zim froze, staring at the monitor, antennae drooping. "You're a DEFECTIVE, your mission a fake!" Zim's face couldn't even express the mixture of anger, sadness, and most of all, fear, that he felt. "Just a lie to get you FAR AWAY FROM US!" The only thing that would have completed Zim's depressed image would be if there was a storm cloud over his head.
"b-but Gir…"
"No more advanced than a tin can." Purple stated. "We sent you to roam, lost in space, to DIE. We never knew there was a planet there." Zim fell to his knees, devastated. "Oh, and one more thing. NEVER call us again. Or else." The transmission cut off.
"M-mastah?" A concerned voice asked. He looked up, wondering how long Gir had been there. "Mastah, why you so sad?" Zim didn't answer. He didn't know what to say. "I'll make yah happy!" Gir shrieked, running away.
For the rest of the day, Zim sat in a fetal position on the couch, seeming to tune out everything around him, a darker form of himself. Gir and Minimoose tried everything to cheer him up, but nothing seemed to help. The Irken just sat there, as if a mist of darkness blocked out the world around him.
It was quiet. Too quiet. Zim looked around for his minions. He found them in the communications room, to his horror, speaking to the Tallest. "You make master upset." Gir yelled. Minimoose squeaked in agreement. The Tallest had a look of annoyance on their faces.
"G-Gir." Zim said weakly, fear entering his features. Gir turned to him and waved.
"We warned you, Zim." Purple spat. Then the transmission ended. Red lights flashed and an alarm went off. Zim grabbed Gir and Minimoose, and ran.