Hey guys, I didn't know I'd have Dib in here, but I guess I am. O.o I figured he needed a break, but… Oh well. -Shoves Dib in-

^^ And the name llama beaver is from my friend Paris. (TallestBlue)

"This is your next evil plan?"

Dib raised an eyebrow. Zim truly was an idiot. "Radioactive cockroaches and mutant gerbils?" Zim spun around.

"It appears you have found me out, Dib-monkey!"

Dib only sighed and shook his head. Did Zim ever lose enthusiasm? Honestly, he had been on earth for… What? Four years? No contact from his leaders in three. Hadn't he figured out they probably had given up on him? He had given up on the whole 'Zim is an alien' thing a while ago. Zim never seemed to conquer anything, and no one believed him. What was the point?

He had no proof, and Zim never seemed to do anything successful but acquire a few bruises or cuts. And the only new thing Dib had learned in years was that Irkens had green blood.

"Hey, Zim."

Zim turned around from prodding a green glowing cockroach with a stick.

"Yes, Dib-stink?"

As much as Dib hated it, Zim had not given up on his pet name for the humans. Or, rather, him. Everyone else seemed to be …-human. It really ticked him off.

"Did you ever think… Maybe your leaders gave up on you or something? I mean, you haven't heard from them in three years, and you've been on here for four years…"

Dib watched as the color from Zim's face seemed to drain until he was a greenish off-white color. He flinched.

"N-no! The Tallest would never give up on me! I am the Almighty ZIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM!" He screamed again, and when an innocent passerby stared, he screeched, "I AM NORMAL!!!"

"Zim, think about it." Dib insisted.

"… You know what I'm thinking about?" Zim's voice suddenly became a hiss. "I'm thinking about…" His hand rested on his laser.

Dib gulped. Oh dang. He had a gun! He immediately tried to wriggle out of the situation. "Uh, okay, yeah…" He took several steps back as Zim drew the laser with a look of pure insanity twisted on his face and he inched toward Dib.

"You want to know, Dib-stink?" He tipped his head to the side, one of his eyes twitching.

Dib turned around and made a dash for it, but Zim bolted right after him. His insane little robot-thingy was running after them, screaming,

"I SAW A LLAMA BEAVER!!! I SAW A LLAMA BEAVER!!!"

Dib dashed through the trees, grimacing. Note to self, don't do that again! He thought with a tone of bitterness in his inner voice.

"COME BACK HERE, LIAR!" He heard Zim shouting from behind as he thrust his hands forward, separating bushes and getting branches out of the way.

His face was already covered by minor cuts from thorns. He grimaced.

His breath was beginning to run out. He never had been the best runner, and Zim was getting close… When he reached a clearing, he dove into one of the bushes, trying to control his breathing so it would be inaudible.

He watched quietly as Zim came into the clearing. There was a gentle rustle in the bushes opposite of him, and Zim turned that way.

When he was sure Zim was gone, Dib dashed away. Ha! The idiot probably found a squirrel! He laughed inwardly.

~X~

He was sure he had heard something… Something… He grimaced. Then, there was a small squeak. A squirrel.

Zim's face twisted in anger as he picked up the squirrel and… Threw it. It sqqqqqqqqqqqquuuuuueeeeeeeaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkeeeeeeeeddddddd before landing in a tree in a convenient manner.

Zim turned sourly to the ground. Oh, who was he kidding!?!?

He plopped down and stared down at his green, three-fingered hands. He had thought the same thing as Dib once. Someone else thinking it was just a confirmation. He had failed.

He shut his red eyes and sighed, leaning back and lying down on the ground. "What have I done wrong?" He murmured, one of his antennae flicking up. "What did I do to deserve this?"

"Masta?" He heard GIR's small voice and sighed. "Over here, GIR." He called, twisting his body to look behind him while remaining on the ground.

GIR separated the bushed and plopped down beside his master. "What wrong, Masta? What Dibbers say?" He cocked his head in a strange manner.

Zim sighed. "It's a long story, GIR. I think the Tallest gave up on me." He knew that the robot wouldn't take thissimply couldn't take it seriously. He didn't take anything seriously. But he was all Zim had.

"Sometimes, I wish…" He sighed, then looked up at the clouds. "I…" His voice choked. GIR looked at him with confusion. "Masta lonely?"

Zim bit his lip, but before he could speak, GIR said, "MASTA GET HUUUUUUUUUUUG!" And squeezed the alien.

Zim flinched, then laughed. The SIR unit hadn't changed a bit. "Okay, okay!" He snorted, shoving the robot away gently. Then he just sat there with the ever-present stupid expression.

Zim sighed and stood up. He had grown two inches in four years. Pft… Unlike numerous fan fictions you will see here, his disguise had remained the same.

A rustle in the bushes stopped him from turning around to start back home.

He slowly looked over his shoulder.

Standing there, in broad daylight, was a Vortian.