Author's idiotisms: I'm serious. I've started writing a new ficlet to reflect the retconned state of Empress Contine instead of this.

Also, you have no idea how hard this character-

"I have a name, okay?"

Fine, you have no idea how hard Daz is to write for.

Also also, positive reviews do not make me update faster, so stop trying.


Daz Membrane looked over at Zim's house. Being a pure perfection in combining not only Dib's and Gaz's names, but also their personality traits, she would put down Zim's plans of conquering the Earth and adding it to an intergalactic empire. And not only that, but there was Zim's race to put down, so they would never come back.

Putting a nice grin on her manufactured smile, Daz continued on destroying and saw as Zim flushed himself down the toilet. What a coward, she thought.

When suddenly a huge lawn gnome erected from the ground, forcing Daz right out with Zim ready to shoot her at any moment. She ran as fast as she could, from Zim's house to the Skool, but for the second half of the journey - to the Membrane apartment - she had lost all power, and had to stop for a rest.

She heard as one of the Skoolchildren shouted "Hey! It's half the crazy guy!" and aimed a dodge-ball at her, forcing her to try to run some more, but she knew that she couldn't, and had to give up.

She saw as the ball closed towards her. She knelt so she could avoid it within centimeters, and started, while being all exhausted, walking as fast as she could, away from the madness.

As she could not raise her head to see what lied ahead of her, she accidentally hit a certain other girl with a passion for drawing, with a drawing case she decorated herself with a picture of four penguins from her favorite TV show.

Cynthia was mildly confused that the girl who recently was admitted to Skool was somehow simultaneously two people who died in a car crash. "You're like a fusion?"

"I have a name, okay? Just because everyone deliberately avoids it, does not mean I don't have one." Daz, slowly regaining the power she somehow lost during one sentence, just further left for her house.


"Computer! There is a new horrible threat to our mission. Memorize it-"

"You mean her."

"No, it. Dib and his sister were always two, it's only logical to consider it manufactured, and the superior Irken grammar considers manufactured people "it", not "her". And besides, I hate... it. Her. IT! It it it."

Zim returned to the extended undergound portion of his base. He needed to devise better lenses for his lawn gnomes' cameras, so that his new worst enemy couldn't get even close when suddenly the Tallest decided to check up on him, but instead of two of them there was one, and he seemed to be able to speak without moving his mouth.

"Hey Zim! Tallest Fuchsia speaking! We decided your "from-two-to-one" idea was so cool we, that is to say I-"

"You're kidding, right?"

"Tallest Fuchsia" disappeared as if he was a hologram, and Red and Purple appeared from behind the camera's field of view, only to push the invisible man over and make him appear again. Then a thonk happened.

"I just cannot comprehend this." Zim said in a completely boring way looking at the scene. The Tallest didn't really care. All they cared about was their interstellar country's fate in general, not a single Invader who wasn't really even an Invader dealing with mad science of a hostile planet.


"Daughter, you're back." What sounded like the Professor's voice, only robotic, greeted Daz into the room. Her father hadn't changed during the time the paranormal investigator and the gamer freak were "out". Still busy during every minute, and only taking his child on insanely special occasions. He was probably now exposing his new "project".

After the sun set and the day ended, Daz went up to see what had left of the pair's bedrooms. As she expected, the wall between what was once two bedrooms was gone. She reordered the defenses to evenly spread across the one bedroom, put the two beds into one place and went to sleep.

The next day, Zim would be dead. After that... who knows? She might take up a hobby. Being a good daughter, learning science and mastering resurrection, maybe.