I may have lied about Zim having more lines here. I am also changing a key scene in the story due to ideological sensitivity. That's right, the infamous abortion scene. It is gone. I'm also going to update IDOF: EDITED soon. I'm thinking this entire story (Y'know when it isn't Lon and Sumera) should be from Tak's POV.
Sin
The faint smell of freshly-made waffles brought me out of my newly-impregnated coma. I sat up and surveyed my surroundings— I was no longer in the cold of the storage room, this new area was warm and welcoming. I was covered in a thick spider-silk comforter. I had never slept near anything made of spider-silk, it was for the royal— an experience I had not the privilege of attaining.
I slowly slid the fragile comforter off my figure. I was wearing silk of the same quality but in the form of a breast wrap and tights. Someone had woken up before me and dressed me while I was asleep.
My memory failed to recall my location so I stood up and caressed the features of the room. It was a fine example of Irken architecture, triangular columns that curved inwards at the dome-shaped ceiling, curtains that line the archway to the main hall of the base, Most of the features were colored a deep wine or was made of white marble. It made me long for my old house on the surface of Irk. It made me nostalgic.
It was sickening.
I opened the chest-of-drawers that was located near the doors, beautiful new silicon dresses filled it. Frustrated, I slammed the drawer closed. The person responsible for all of this had been trying to impress me and that itself was aggravating. I will not be earned through the toil of a peasant.
Putting my anger aside, I dressed myself in the new dress; It was a fine shade of Indigo with the sleeves being a shade of lavender- Overall it was a richer color than my old dress, ruined with the stains of ash and soot from life on Venus.
I walked out of the room into the main living area of the base. It was not near as grand as my room had been, yet still failed to give me any indication to where I was. I remember, yes I am on Earth, I couldn't ever forget the stink that radiates from every inch of this spinning ball of mud, no, and I know I mated the previous night...
It was then that I realized where I was. I was in the depths of Zim's base. I mated with Zim. I am pregnant by Zim. I had committed one of the greatest sins known to the Irken Empire— seconded only by treason.
I had fraternized within the Elites. I had slept with an Exile, a traitor to the Empire; I was a prostitute. I was worse still than even that.
I remembered what had happened... I had lost the hormone and we...mated... Surely to Irk the Tallests would understand! They had to understand! I'm the daughter of Tallest Purple, he'll have to understand!
But no, no matter how much I told myself that they would understand, that they wouldn't doom me to the same fate as Zim, I knew that neither of them cared. I was an Invader; I wasn't even that, I failed the test. I too am considered an exile, and no one will give a damn.
What are the charges that are brought against an Irken for fraternization?
I collapsed onto the couch, devastated. I could be killed for this— a defect. Simply agreeing to take on the smeet is grounds for execution, and killing the smeet is known as murder; it is a catch-22. I had one way to escape inevitable execution; I had to forfeit my citizenship to the Irken Empire.
That meant I would no longer have any means of protection, should I be discovered I would not be missed. The Empire would never care to find out what happened to me.
I lowered my head and prayed. Irkens are not the most religious of species, but we pray to the Control Brains when prayer is appropriate. I wasn't about to pray for my Empire to forgive me, it is a great sin to pray in futility, I was praying for the health of my child. For it to be wise, to be nothing like it's father.
Like a voice whispering in the back of my head, I heard their reply. The Control Brains are different from any other deity in the way that they always respond to one's prayers clearly and vocally. They are unbiased and all-knowing. They refused my plea.
"Sin," the voice whispered. "Sin"
So say the Control Brains. We are sin.
This might be among the shortest chapters I've written in a while, but I needed to get another chapter out here no matter how short. If you need to find out what happens next, read the unedited version. You get a cookie if it makes any sense to you.
