Everything they said, their filthy words that spewed forward out like so many germs, none of it was true.
Everything that the humans said…
Even his Tallest had lied to him.
Zim ran a hand over the broken mirror, the shards cutting, slicing up his black rubber gloves, but he didn't care. His own reflections stared back at him, eyes ruby red and hot and cold.
But he had never spoken one untruthful word to himself. Words continued to spout from his lips but he knew they were real.
Stepping closer to the shattered manifestation, he rubbed his face against the glass, the smallest pieces digging into his skin. Blue blood dripped down his face, but the irken staring out at him, prideful and so stubborn never let out a gasp of pain and so the real Zim didn't either. If anything the pain was welcome to a sadist.
He would be as strong as he could be, never breaking the façade of believing in himself. No one else did but, Zim. One hand traced the face in the mirror, fascinated and burning from the inside out.
Zim slid a hand down the mirror, pulled his hand back until he was touching his own smooth face that wasn't as cold as the mirror but, was equally as beautiful. It caressed down his neck, the ripped rubber material squeaking slightly, running with minimal difficulty down his uniform that he'd been in way too long. The mirror watched, blankly eyes following the hand as Zim's did, copying the other's movements.
"Zim never lies." The irken hissed, the mirror mouthed the words in time with him, as if agreeing whole heartedly.
"Never." Lifting the uniform, Zim ran a clawed hand up the side of his leg, trailing to his legging clad thigh. He played with the material, magenta eyes flickered to the mirror that was doing the same thing as him.
"We are the only true speakers in this universe of liars." The mirror nodded, and Zim leaned forward pressing his forehead against the mirror, letting the surface cool his too warm, too tight jade skin. Hissing he sliced the legging away to reveal the skin beneath and the irken in the other world, eagerly watched, doing the same thing.
Someone followed his orders, Zim thought. Himself. The one person who didn't speak lies and promise him something only to break it.
Zim picked a piece of shattered glass from his cut up palm, ignoring the proud indigo blood that caused his frayed glove to stick to it.
"I won't break promises, but I can break you." He pointed at the mirror, and watched his image do the same. He had destroyed the long, piece of glass in hatred of his own reflection. The Tallest said he was worthless. Dib sneered, words of anger 'lizard, hideous'. None of it was true, the mirror had silently whispered into his antenna, the form of pieces falling to the floor. The tinkling sound was beautiful.
Your perfect, Zim. We never lie. The fiery eyes seemed to say, the truth was clear in its every expression.
"Perfect." The real one whispered.
Everything they said, their filthy words that spewed forward out like so many germs, none of it was true.
Everything that the humans said, that his own people claimed was the truth…
Even his tallest had lied to him.