I do not own Invader Zim OR JTHM. This was written as a trade with the Almighty Smallest, over on DA! Go love on her some.


I remember the day that Zim left, with every fiber of my being. ...Well, not every detail of it. 17 years is a long time to be remembering anything. But the part that rings clarity is standing on his gnomeless lawn, watching his ship go up further and further, crying, but not being able to make any noise at all. I spent the rest of that day, that wretched Tuesday, alternating from laying on the punctured lawn, to looking down in disbelief at the horrible hole that Zim had left, in both the Earth and myself.

I didn't understand until much later that it was my own selfish need speaking to me. Actually, it was Nailbunny who pointed that out to me. I had wanted Zim to stay and NOT destroy the Earth, when there had only been enough room for one or the other.

Zim is one of the few things -that- part of me remembers about our childhood. Otherwise, he depends almost completely on those god damned... THINGS, whatever they are. Nailbunny had been the first one to appear, and she wasn't too bad. She appeared even before HIM... But I had underrated her usefulness, and shunned her help, which was WHY he came... Johnny C., otherwise known as Nny. The man is INSANE, his methods terrible and I'm sure very painful... He shuns my own quick and easy preference of guns, going for knives, or whatever else he could get his hands on, really... But, he is totally and undoubtedly me. A completely different me, granted, but me none the less. Unlike the -me- part of me, though, he embraces humanity's utter and complete denial of what they don't wish to see, using this to his full advantage, committing murder in publics blind eye with the undoubtable knowledge that he will. not. be. caught.

I let him go, though, anymore. It's not like I have a life left to lead out there, anymore, anyway, so I prefer to stay, here, tucked into a little corner of our mind... He lets me be on my Tuesdays, though, so even through his horrible manners of living... I know he's not that bad. I see it every day, in the way he deals with Todd, "Squee". He could easily have killed him years ago... but they fit with eachother like a puzzle. I actually find it... comforting, to see the need that I still hold for Zim, being fulfilled, in a way, through two separate people. Sure, it's unconventional at best, but... What kind of REAL love... isn't?