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I now interrupt to bring you a special announcement.

We all want Invader Zim to come back with new episodes, correct? If you don't, you're not a real IZ fan. Well guess what? That dream is now closer to becoming reality than ever before. Why? Thanks to a special group of people. A special group of people who flooded Nicktoons with phone calls and emails. A special group of people who Nicktoons and Jhonen Vasquez are aware of now. A special group of people whom Nicktoons is now monitoring to see how many fans we can get. What group of people is this? A Facebook group known as Operation: Head Pigeons. Being one of the dedicated members of the community, and a major fan of Invader Zim, I am trying to get as many people to join as possible. So if you have a FB account, become a fan. Do it for Zim. Pestulio commands you. (But seriously, the more fans, the better the chance of Zim returning. And we all want that.)

And now back to our irregularly scheduled program.

Let's continue, yes?

Chapter Thirteen.
Goodbyes.

-x-

The light was blinding.

I didn't know whether to be glad or to be scared.

Scared?

Pfft, as if. I know better than to be scared.

I was the first one out the door. It felt so good to be able to use my legs.

I stretched. After months of sitting in the cramped space, it really hurt.

I looked behind me to see the little guy fast asleep.

I smiled.

Poor kid.

Or... I guess you could call him that.

Yeah. I like that.

He's my little kid.

And then they took him away.

He awokened as the short Irken picked him up.

His blue eyes looked at me sleepily.

He must have noticed the look on my face, the one I didn't notice myself, because he smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, Master."

I smiled a sad smile.

"You're my best friend."

I wanted to cry.

But Zim? Cry? No way would I let anyone see that.

I whispered to the robot, "Goodybe, Gir. I'll miss you."

And then they carried him away.

I'll miss you?

Since when does the ALMIGHTY ZIM ever say "I'll miss you"?

Zim does not miss anyone. Especially not Gir.

...Who am I kidding?

I took a deep breath and faced the large purple doors that stood in front of me.

And it hit me.

Is it really training I'm here for?

As much as I don't want to admit it, the Tallest have always lied to me.

They hate me.

I've always known that.

It hurts more than anything.

Why does everyone hate me?

I sigh.

As I press my hand to the glowing red circle on the wall- the one that will open the door- and feel nervous sweat trickle down my face.

Let's face it.

I'm going to die.

-x-

Gaz rubbed her hand on her stomach.

'Bye bye, baby,' she thought.

Gaz put two fingers in her mouth and whistled a loud whistle. The drug dealer turned around to see the purple-haired teen nodding her head to signal him to come over. He cracked his kunckles and strolled up to the porch.

"'Ello," he greeted with a slow Jamacian accent. "Name's Jacobe. D'you wanna buy sometin o' mine?"

Gaz nodded. "Whatcha got?"

"Oh, I got everytin' you could want. You want some Speed Demon? I got dat. You want some Stewie Griffin? I got dat, too."

Gaz shrugged her shoulders. "Whatever you've got. Perferably something strong and deadly?"

Jacobe smiled a wide smile, revealing his yellow-green-and-black teeth. Or rather, the few he had left.

"Ooh, is dat a hardcore I hear? Or you just feelin' sad and suicidal, yeah?"

Gaz shrugged again.

"I got sometin' for you, girl," she said, and pulled out a big, fat cigar with yellow dust flying out. "'Ere, you take dis. And, since you a new buyer, it's on me."

And with that, he walked off. 'Finally,' she thought. 'Someone should try hitting the shower sometime.'

She rolled her eyes and twirled the cigar in her fingers. She had no idea what the stuff inside it was, but she didn't care. She grabbed a lighter from her pocket and lit the cigar.

"All right, little baby," she said. "Ready to go to sleep?"

She lifted it up to her mouth. But it wasn't even to her lips when it started...

There you go, hope you like. :D

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