They told him they loved him, he trusted them and they all became mates. Many joyous years full love and intimacy went by until something major happened. They were shocked and said something terrible. Scared and hurt, Zim flees from Red and Purple. Little did he know what terrible things await for him...
Zim sighs and leans against the wall of his Voot. He fled from Red and Purple a while ago, 7 months, he thought. He looks down at his swollen tummy and rubs it. They wanted me to abort them, he thought to himself. He shuts his eyes, only for the dreadful scene to play across his memory.
I"You're what!?" Purple had shouted.
"How is this possible?!" Red groaned.
"I-I don't know..." Zim had whispered with tears in his eyes. "All I know is that there is two of them, and they're yours."/I
Zims thoughts were interrupted by the sound of an on coming transmission warning. He shrinks back as two painfully familiar voices fill the small Voot.
"Zim..? Zim, sweetie please answer..." Purple says in a soft voice.
"Zimmy, stop hiding from us. Please..." Red begs.
Zim whimpers softly and crawls over to the pilots chair, peaking over it.
"Zim..." Purple sighs with relief when he sees his small mate.
"Zim, come home now." Red says in a stern but gentle voice. "We're sorry about what we said! We don't want you to abort the smeets." He pleads.
"Please...we want you to come home." Purple whimpers. "We miss you and want you to come back!" Tears were brimming his violet eyes. "We want you and our smeets to be here in the massive where it is safe."
"..."
Zim looks away from the small screen and out the window to think. The familiar sight of trillions upon trillions of stars soothed his nerves slightly and helps him think. He knew that he should return home to his mates, but he was afraid that they would try something. He looked down at the screen and then back to the stars. This time, he felt a sick feeling in his spooch as something seemed amiss in the peaceful vacuum they call space. He didn't even have time to scream before the asteroid that was hurtling toward him smashes into the Voot.
SubZims consciousness was floating in and out of a dark void. There was nothing, as far as he could tell, only murky, thick darkness. This was the place that he had always feared. The place where he could scream and nobody could hear. He could cry and panic all he wanted to but nobody would come rescue him. He was completely alone.
He soon found out that time seemed to stand still in the void. Seconds became minutes, minutes became hours, hours became days. There was no way to tell where he was, he just knew that there was nothing but him and his undeveloped Smeet.
Panic had settled in and weighted down his chest. It was hard to breathe. He could barely move. It felt like chains were around his wrists and ankles and neck. The panic was lightened for brief moments when the Smeet moved or kicked slightly. Oh, how he would miss the movement when the hard, protective eggshell formed around the child to prepare it for birth.
Old memories. Some good, some bad. Zim as a tiny Smeet and causing chaos with Smeety Skoodge. Like the time he tried to escape the underground facilities. Zim would chuckle if he could. More warm memories made the void seem less lonely, the voices of Red, Purple, Keef, Dib, Gaz, Membrane, GIR, and many others beginning to echo in his head. Soft tears dropped down Zims cheeks when he realized how much he missed them. Suddenly, awful, terrifying memories crowd his mind. Banishment, rejection, explosions, deaths. Zim began to panic. He wanted to rip his antennas out and scream into the void. The pain and emotions overwhelmed him and he fell even deeper into the void.
More time passed and Zim had all but given up. All that time with nobody to interact with him drove him to near his breaking point. The invisible chains tighten and then suddenly...he heard voices. He thought that he was just hearing things at first. But then, they became louder. The chains loosened and the darkness got lighter. The void was finally disappearing.