AN: I wrote a drabble! Yay~ I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed the seeping angst!
Blindfolded
The waffles sat there, taunting the mighty Zim. Oh how they sat upon the porcelain plate! His little robot minion GIR made the, and so it seemed as though in was a sign. They even had the butter shaped into a heart, a disgustingly lardy heart that slowly melted. GIR smiled sweetly, hoping that his master would reciprocate the affection. Zim didn't. In fact, his face was rather bleak looking, a desperate mix of disgust, misery, and worry. He had to deal with the constant assault of Dib's insane conspiracies, and the kids and the school who loathed them both. It only served as an agitating distraction to his so very important goal of taking over the pathetically filthy speck of dirt known as Earth. Blinded by his eternal mission, Zim carried on as if he were but a soulless clockwork automation, saying those very same goals over and over again without even trying to mean it anymore. Thus was the fate of the mighty, the lofty, the egotistical Invader Zim, doomed never to see how the closest thing that cared for him wanted him to know, to care and care back, that he was left to perish alone. GIR's silly antics were only a facade at this point. Being a defective robot was a great exchange for true awareness, true sapience.
But it would never imbue the proper sight to the person he cared for most, Zim.