Shin: Hello people of fanfiction and welcome to our very first (rewritten) fanfic!
Gan: We thought of this idea randomly. I thought "hm… what if Zim became this type of king?" Even though it wouldn't make much sense really (don't worry, it does now), because Zim's an alien and isn't from Earth (it's okay, that's fixed).
Shin: I thought about the idea and ended up liking it. Personally, I thought it was really cool (it is cool, good job past me).
Gan: We hope that you guys like the idea too (you guys totally did).
Shin: Yeah, I spent some time thinking about whether or not to post this story… I was pretty self-conscious about it (I'm not now, cause this story is better than it was before… I think).
Gan: But then I was like "honestly… fuck it, if they like it, they like it, and if they don't, they don't so be it." (Good mentality to have)
Shin: So yeah, enough talk, let's get into the (newly rewritten) story (finally)!
Chapter 1: So It All Begins… (Again)
The sky was still dark out on a Monday morning. In a green house crammed in between two apartment buildings lived a green alien by the name of Zim. He had fully red eyes that looked like rubies and two antennae. The alien was wearing a red garment with three black stripes, pink sleeves, black gloves, leggings, boots, and had a backpack-like oval object on his back.
Across from the alien was a small, gray robot. The robot had teal eyes and a goofy look on his face as he watched the alien eat the waffles. The robot kept on staring at the alien and didn't once blink, nor look away.
Zim had looked up a couple of times and he saw the robot staring at him intently both of those times. He didn't look at the robot for a few seconds, but when he did, the robot was still staring at him.
"… Is there something you want, Gir…?" Zim wondered as he looked at the robot with a confused face.
"How are the waffles, Master?" Gir asked as his eyes began closing and his excitement started to rise.
Zim silently sighed to himself as he knew exactly what was going to happen. If he answered yes, Gir would start shouting in excitement and would run around the house like a maniac. If he answered no, Gir would be sad for the rest of the day, and even the next day as well, and the alien didn't want to deal with a depressed dysfunctional S.I.R. Unit.
"The waffles… are good, Gir…" Zim responded as he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and braced himself for the robot's outburst. When he didn't instantly hear Gir start screaming, he grew a bit surprised and opened his eyes. But that was a mistake as Gir started screaming loudly and began running around the house screaming "yay."
Zim groaned as he held his head and continued eating his waffles while unfortunately listening to the shouting robot. Zim's morning was already bad when he woke up with a headache, and now it was growing worse with Gir being the robot he is.
"MASTER LIKES MY WAFFLES! MASTER LIKES MY WAFFLES! YAY!" Gir repeated as he quite literally bounced around the house.
"GIR!" Zim shouted, making Gir stop instantly in midair. "Shut. The. Kriff. Up! Zim is trying to eat in peace! He already woke up with a splitting headache and you are making it even worse!"
Gir fell to the ground and he grew sad as he walked over to the table Zim was at and sat down in his seat.
"… Sorry…" Gir mumbled sincerely.
Zim looked at Gir for a moment before sighing. "It's okay, Gir, just… try to be more quiet than you usually are. I have a terrible headache right now and you screaming doesn't make it better."
"Okay, I'm sorry, Master…" The robot apologized again.
Zim looked at Gir in pity. "After I get back from skool, I'll get you some tacos, okay?"
Gir instantly beamed at Zim's words and nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, yes! That sounds good!"
Zim nodded and continued eating his waffles. After he was done, he threw the plate away and began walking to the door.
"Computer… you already know what I'm going to tell you, so make sure you do it,"
Zim told. He got a sigh as a response.
"Sure, Zim," a voice said back.
Zim hummed in confirmation before turning around. "Alright Gir, I'm going to skool. Don't destroy the base while I'm gone, and don't do anything stupid either," the alien told his robot. "… But that's too much to ask from you," he mumbled to himself as he sighed.
"Okay!" Gir responded. Zim tapped on his watch and a blue line quickly went over him, changing his appearance slightly. He was now wearing a black wig and blue contacts. The green alien then opened the door and walked out.
"… Zim really doesn't want to go to skool… He doesn't have to, but he does anyway… because this could really help the Tallest…" Zim mumbled to himself before he started his dreadful walk to skool.
Around fifteen minutes later, Zim had arrived at the skool with no problems at all, which he was secretly grateful for. He walked up the stairs and opened the doors, instantly regretting his decision. Loud noise was bursting throughout the skool as the many students were either talking, slamming lockers closed, or just being nuisances in general. Zim narrowed his eyes and begrudgingly walked through the crowded hallway.
'Stupid worm babies… all of them are crowding the hallway, and not to mention their disgusting odor that they give off once crowded together, it smells horrible. Ugh, it's making my headache even worse… and not to mention their stupidd bodies all clumped together, raising the temperature even more…' Zim thought as he glared at the backs of the students he walked by.
"Oof!" He exclaimed as he bumped into someone and fell on his butt. He rubbed his head and looked up to see who he bumped into. Zim was going to yell at them, but the person he bumped into spoke first.
"You got a problem, greenie?" A deep voice asked threateningly. Zim looked up and his eyes widened slightly at who he bumped into.
The boy had messy grey hair that fell over his eyes, narrowed grey eyes, and two shape canines. He was wearing an open grey sweatshirt with a white shirt underneath, black cargo pants, and black sneakers. Another boy was next to him with black hair tied in a man bun, rounded glasses, and was wearing a white plaid button-up shirt with a black shirt underneath it, black jeans, and white sneakers.
"N-No… Zim didn't see you there…" The alien in disguise responded. The grey-haired boy picked up Zim by his collar and stared at him with an unreadable expression. Zim hoped that he wouldn't do anything, and was thankfully saved by the grey-haired boy's friend.
"Yo, Onyo, we gotta go man, our class is pretty far away. Leave the dude alone and let's go," the black-haired boy spoke. Onyo stared at Zim a second longer before throwing the alien into a locker and turned around, walking towards his friend. Once they were together, they walked down the hallway.
The hallway was mostly silent as they watched the dispute. They all watched as Zim held his head and slowly got up, no one offering any help to him.
'Mother of Irk… this day is so flunty…' Zim thought as he slowly walked down the hallway.
"PAK… my schedule…" Zim requested as he held his hand out. The backpack on his back opened up and a mechanical arm came out with a piece of paper and handed it to Zim as he turned into another hallway.
Zim looked down at his schedule and his eyes widened in surprise before he scowled sharply. 'History first with Miss Bitters? Kriffing FLUNT!'
"Zim!" A familiar voice shouted behind him.
'Why me…?' Zim asked himself as he sighed and looked behind his back to see Dib standing there with his hands clenched.
"What do you want, Dib?" Zim asked sharply with narrowed eyes. 'Why does Dib have to do this now…? Zim is not in the mood for this at all…' To add to Dib's presence, the Membrane child grew during the first two years of highschool. The boy had reached a height of 5'9, making Zim incredibly short compared to him, which pissed him off even more.
Dib was wearing his classic black trench coat with a blue shirt that had a frowning grey face underneath it. He was also wearing black jeans and boots.
"What do I want?! I want to stop you from taking over the Earth, that's what I want! And I'm gonna do it like I have many times before!" Dib exclaimed with a confident smirk.
Zim stared at him for a few seconds. "Why are you bringing this up?"
"Because Zim, I've got my eye on you. I'm not letting you ruin the first day of junior year for me, or for anyone else!" The Membrane child responded.
"Good for you, I don't care," Zim stated as he turned back around and resumed his walk to his classroom.
"W-B-Hey! You can't just shrug me off like that!" Dib shouted as he ran after Zim.
"I just did. Now stop following me," Zim said, not even bothering looking behind him.
"What are you planning, Zim?! You must be plotting something, and I must know!" Dib questioned.
"Can you stop screaming in Zim's ear?! And why would I just tell you Zim's plan?! That's stupid!" Zim exclaimed as he whipped his head around at Dib.
"… Uh… you've done it before…?" Dib answered. Zim stared at him as his eyes narrowed before turning around.
"Dib, if your class isn't down this hallway, I suggest you stop following me," Zim threatened.
"And what are you gonna do, huh? You haven't done anything to me before successfully, what are you gonna do now? Also, I'm a whole foot taller than you," Dib stated.
Zim grit his teeth and lowly growled before he spun around and a mechanical leg from his PAK flew out and gripped Dib's collar before pulling him down to Zim's level.
"Listen here, Dib, Zim is not in a good mood today, and your annoying voice is not helping. If you do not shut up and leave me alone, I will rip out that stupid voice box of yours and tear it to pieces in front of your eyes." Zim stared at a wide-eyed Dib for a moment before shoving the Membrane back and walked to Miss Bitters class with a scowl.
As Dib watched Zim leave, he put his hand over the collar of his shirt. 'That… was probably the most serious I've seen of Zim…'
The black-haired junior then heard someone laughing behind him and he turned around to see Gaz laughing at him.
"Tch, what are you laughing at?" Dib asked with narrowed eyes.
"At you, dumbass. How're you gonna let that pipsqueak brush you off then threaten you like that?" Gaz asked with a raised eyebrow. "Although… it was kinda a good threat."
"Shut up!"
The purple-haired girl stuck her tongue out and walked past Dib to her class as she was playing her Game Slave 3. The Membrane sibling was wearing a purple sweater with black leggings and black boots. She also had two skull piercings on her ears and she grew to be 5'2.
Dib narrowed her eyes at her before getting up. As soon as he did, the bell rang and his eyes widened in realization. "Shit! I'm gonna be late!"
Before class started, Zim looked around and grew more annoyed when he realized he was in the same class with the same kids from middle skool. He silently groaned and held his head as he looked at his desk.
Once the bell rang, he saw Dib enter the class, panting. He narrowed his eyes as he watched the Membrane walk to his desk.
"You're late, Dib Membrane," Miss Bitters spoke, not even looking up from her desk.
"Ah! S-Sorry!" He apologized as he took his seat.
"Next time will be your last," she warned. Dib gulped and nodded. She cleared her throat before standing up and moving away from your desk. "Now, you should all know me. If you don't, then I question your intelligence, but I'll introduce myself anyway. I'm Miss Bitters, I was your 7th Grade teacher. As you can clearly see, I'm teaching history. Pay attention, if you don't, then I have full authorization to 'help' you. I used help like that because me helping you involves possibly killing you if you are too far gone. If you don't want to pay attention, then that's on you."
Most of the kids in the class had shocked expressions on their faces. Zim just looked at her in annoyance. He was just surprised the old crone was still alive and was still teaching after five years.
"Anyways, I'm getting off track. The first thing we're learning is the specifics of the American Civil War and the aftereffects of the war," Miss Bitters announced. Most of the class gasped in shock.
"W-What?! But it's the first day! Shouldn't we be going over a syllabus or something?!" Jessica questioned.
Miss Bitters stared at her for a second. "You're juniors, not freshmen. Did you think that this was going to be a free period? Well you thought wrong. We have a lot to go over in this class and we can't waste time doing a syllabus and going over every little detail. All I'll give you is a paper explaining what you need. Grow up, Jessica, we're not in middle skool anymore, I shouldn't have to tell you what you can and can't do." Jessica closed her mouth and sat back in her seat while Zim looked a bit surprised at the old teacher.
'She's changed a bit. At least she doesn't talk about doom all the time,' Zim speculated.
"Anyway, I'm getting off track again. Before I begin, does anyone have any questions?" Miss Bitters asked.
"Uh…" Dib raised his hand.
"Yes, Dib?" Miss Bitters addressed.
"We already went over the Civil War in sophomore year though," Dib pointed out.
"Am I teaching a class full of idiots…? I thought you'd grow smarter over the years, but I had too high of hopes for you," Miss Bitters insulted, making Dib lower his hand. "If you were listening and didn't have garbage in your ears, I clearly said, 'we're learning the specifics of the American Civil War and the aftereffects of it.' We're not going to just go over the basics of it, we're going to look at more specific battles that you would never have known about last year or the years before. We're also going to not only talk about the freedom of slaves, but the aftermath of that happening as well, of course, you all know Rosa Parks and Martin Luther and all of them, so we'll be focusing on people like Sojourner Truth and W. E. B. Du Bois.
"Now that I'm done explaining that… we can finally start the first unit. Today, I'll only be going over some of the basics that you know, but tomorrow, we're going to go straight into the specifics, so you better have the tools necessary for that," Miss Bitters added. The green alien silently sighed as he rested his head on his palm.
'This is going to be a long day…'
"And that should be all for today," Miss Bitters told the students, finishing up her lesson. She got out a stack of papers and set them on her desk. "This is tonight's homework. It should be easy if you're either smart or have been paying attention the previous years of having History. Grab one on your way out of class."
After she finished, the bell rang and the students got up. They all filed out of class and grabbed the homework as they left, most of them groaning at the fact they have homework on the first day. Zim grabbed his paper and quickly looked it over before folding it and slipping it into his PAK. He got out his schedule and looked at the next class he had.
'Calculus with Mr. Drogue… I hope it's not as tiring as Miss Bitters' class… too much information in one class period I could care less about,' Zim thought as he sighed.
He got to Calculus class with no troubles and entered the classroom. Zim didn't bother looking at who was in the classroom as he trudged his way to the back of it and sat in his seat. He put his head down and deeply sighed.
Gaz was sitting in the seat to the left of him, and when she heard Zim plop down in his seat with a heavy sigh, she looked at him from the corner of her eye. After looking at Zim's slouched form, she returned to her game.
A few minutes passed with the students chatting with each other before the teacher came in. He was a dark-skinned man with a full beard and some gray hairs showing. He was wearing a blue collared dress shirt with khaki pants and brown slacks. He set some binders down on his deck and cleared his throat, gathering the attention of the students.
"Ahem, good morning class. I'm your teacher, Mr. Drogue. Now, to start things off, I'll be passing you guys the syllabus for this class and will be going over it. After that, we'll do a little introduction to Calculus via Kahoot," Mr. Drogue announced, making some of the students silently rejoice and smile. "Alright, anyone wanna hand out the syllabus for me?"
Most of the class' hands shot up. Mr. Drogue let out a hearty laugh before he chose someone. The person he chose quickly handed out the syllabus to everyone, and the Calculus teacher went over it.
"Alright, now that the boring stuff is out of the way, let's get into the fun stuff. Everyone, get out your phones and go on Kahoot. If you don't have a phone, that's fine, just partner-up with the person to your left," Mr. Drogue said as he pulled down the board and turned on the computer.
Zim silently groaned as he tilted his head to the left and saw Gaz grumbling before pocketing her Game Slave and taking her phone out. She then turned her head and looked at Zim.
The two of them stared at each other before Zim sighed and turned back around. "Dib-sister, you're smart enough to know this. Zim will refrain from assisting you."
"Heh, you got that right," Gaz agreed with a smirk. Zim hummed before putting his head down. The Membrane daughter lost her smirk the longer she looked at Zim. 'What's up with him? He's been in a bitchy mood since Dib talked to him.'
"Alright class, the code's up! Make sure you at least enter your first name and last initial, just for this one," Mr. Drogue spoke. Gaz turned her attention away from Zim and entered the game. She smirked as she knew she was going to dominate the class in this game.
After the Kahoot game ended, Gaz did indeed dominate the class. She got a perfect score of 25/25 while the second best got an 18/25.
"Oh wow, good job, Gaz Membrane! You know your stuff, huh?" Mr. Drogue complimented.
"Meh. When your father's the best scientist of his time, stuff like this is easy," Gaz responded as she shrugged.
"Ah, Professor Membrane. You know, I was his classmate back in high skool," Mr. Drogue stated with a smirk.
"Huh?! You were classmates with Professor Membrane?!" One of the other classmates shouted.
Mr. Drogue chuckled as he sat down in his chair. "Eyup. The kid was way too smart for skool, yet he still attended everyday for some reason."
"What was he like?"
"Well… he was kinda hard to talk to cause he mostly kept to himself, but he was nice when you eventually got him to talk to you," Mr. Drogue responded.
"I wonder who his wife was, 'cause now you got Gaz the Violent Witch and Dib the Schizophrenic Psycho runnin' around the skool," a kid jibed, causing the other kids to snicker while Gaz glared at the kid who made the comment.
"Hey, don't insult your classmates, we're in highskool now, you kids should know better," Mr. Drogue scolded lightly.
"Right, sorry sir," the kid apologized half-heartedly.
The Calculus teacher shook his head before turning around to his computer. "Now it's time to ease you guys into Calculus. You don't need to write down anything, just try to pay attention."
Gaz rolled her eyes and was about to take out her Game Slave, but eyed Zim again to see the alien was fast asleep. As soon as Mr. Drogue started talking, she turned around and started paying attention.
Zim woke up once the bell rang and groaned as he had to get up. He stretched in his seat and slowly stood before following the rest of the students out of the classroom. He took out his schedule and looked down.
'English with Mr. Flint… Kriff, my headache isn't going away…' Zim thought as he clutched the side of his head and held back a groan of pain. 'It keeps on getting worse and worse! Should Zim go to the nurse? No… Zim will see what is wrong with him himself…'
The disguised alien soon arrived at English class and once he got in the classroom, he headed straight for the back. The alien sat down in his seat and instantly put his head down. 'PAK, run an analysis on Zim's mental structure. Locate any abnormalities that aren't stress-related,' Zim thought. The pink circles on his PAK lit up a couple times before dimming down. Zim could feel his PAK start to analyze him.
Readings: The chronic migraine is being caused by an external factor that cannot be detected.
'What…? An external factor…? And it can't be detected? What does that mean?' Zim wondered. 'It can't be anything like sleeping patterns or noise or else my PAK would have detected it… so what could cause it?'
'Run a full diagnostic scan of my body, PAK.'
Everything is normal besides the abnormal chronic migraine.
Zim scowled slightly. 'Well flunt… What is causing this migraine?! It hurts so badly! I'll just get Computer to scan me and see what he finds…'
Unbeknownst to Zim, there was a girl that was looking at him weirdly from the corner of her eye. The girl had black hair that faded into purple in a pixie bob haircut. She had light green eyes and had on blue wristbands. She was wearing a black sweatshirt with black leggings and black shoes.
The girl continued looking at Zim before her eyes widened and she fully turned around at him. "Hey!" She whispered, getting the attention of the alien.
"… Hm?" Zim sounded.
"Aren't you the short kid that almost got his ass beat by Onyo?" The girl wondered. Zim glared at her in response. "I'll take that as a yes. I didn't think you'd have a chance of surviving. I mean, the size difference between you two is super noticeable."
"… Are you trying to piss me off…? Because you're doing a good job at it," Zim stated.
"Nah, I'm just sayin' you got pretty lucky, man. Not many people cross paths with Onyo and are let off scot free," the girl responded.
Zim adopted an intrigued facial expression as he sat up. "Oh? Tell me more about Onyo."
"Well, he's a pretty quiet dude. He doesn't really talk much, but his friend Maverick usually does the talking for him. It's like they're telepathically talking and Maverick is repeating what Onyo is thinking," the girl described with over dramatic hand gestures. Zim nodded and signaled for her to continue. "He's also really, really good at fighting. More specifically, taekwondo and jujutsu. He's been in more fights than this whole skool combined! So if you're planning on fighting him… well, hopefully you planned for your funeral beforehand." The alien narrowed his eyes at that piece of information.
"And what about… Maverick?"
"He's no slouch either. He's really good at street fighting and boxing. He'll knock you out in a second if you aren't prepared," the girl responded, making an uppercut motion.
"And how do you know all this?"
"Being a spectator. I was in the same middle skool as them, so I got to see them fight a lot."
"Zim sees… but, why did Onyo get into a lot of fights?" Zim wondered.
"Meh, simply 'cause he was quiet. The bullies don't really like kids not responding to them, it makes them feel like they don't have total control. And there were a lot of bullies in our middle skool. Onyo would get in a fight every day."
"And I assume he won?"
"Of course. I wouldn't have brought this conversation up at all if Onyo was some chump that couldn't hold his own," she confirmed.
"Mm… How did he not get expelled? I'd figured getting into a fight everyday would eventually get you expelled," Zim wondered.
"Well… He's scary. The teachers were afraid of him 'cause of how badly he ebay up the bullies. He scared people shitless," the girl explained.
"Mm…" Zim turned from the girl and stared at his desk hard.
"Hey, just be glad you got off easy. If Maverick wasn't there, you'd either be dead or close to it," she added.
'Tch, I'm an Invader, the best of the best. I'm not going to lose to some monkey in a backwater planet,' Zim thought as he looked up at the girl. "Sure."
"What? Are you mad that you got thrown into a locker?" She guessed with a raised eyebrow.
"I have a terrible headache. I couldn't do anything or else it'd become worse," Zim answered.
"Ah, I see. Why not just go to the nurse?"
"This is a different kind of headache."
"Different kind? What kind?"
"It's a type of chronic migraine. But it's not normal."
"Huh… I don't know much about migraines so I can't help ya there, sorry."
"Don't apologize. I didn't expect you to know that much about them anyway."
"Are you calling me stupid?"
"And if I was?"
"You deserve to be thrown against a locker," the girl fired with a smirk.
"Yes, I'd like to see you go up against someone while having a very bad headache. Let's see how that turns out."
"Oh yeah? Well—" the girl didn't get to say anymore when the teacher walked in and the bell rang.
"Alright class, settle down. I'm your teacher, Mr. Flint. Welcome to English 3," the teacher introduced himself with a smile. He had curly blonde hair with brown eyes and was wearing a beige dress shirt with a brown tie, beige khakis, and brown dress shoes.
The girl grumbled at being interrupted, which made Zim smile. She then turned to him. "This isn't over."
"If you say so, but Zim thinks you're wasting your time, I've already won."
"Hah?! Now you're just talkin' outta your ass!" The girl called out.
"Talk out of my ass?" Zim asked as he slightly tilted his head. 'What does she—OH! I've heard the Gaz use that phrase before!' Zim thought as his eyes widened. "Zim doesn't talk from his behind, he talks the truth."
"The truth my ass! You're all talk!"
"I can prove it to you now if you'd like."
"Go ahead, do it."
"How about after class, you two?" Mr. Flint interrupted the two, causing their eyes to go wide and look at the front of the class to see everyone looking at them.
"Good idea, we shall continue this later," Zim agreed with a slight head nod.
The girl narrowed her eyes and sat back in her seat. "Tch, fine…"
Zim looked at her from the corner of his eye while smirking. 'And that's one win for Zim.'
The bell rang and everyone got up. It was Lunch time now, and the kids were excited about getting a break from classes.
Zim got up from his seat and weaved his way past the students still packing their things. Once he made it out of the classroom, he didn't waste any time speed walking to the cafeteria. There, he wouldn't be disturbed and could have some peace without students sitting next to him.
"Hey, wait up!" He heard a voice shout behind him.
Zim turned around and saw the girl chasing after him. He stopped walking and let her catch up.
"Is there something you need?" The disguised alien asked, looking up at her. It kind of ticked him off that she was taller than him. She must've been at least 5'3.
"Yeah, but—damn you're short!" She pointed out with wide eyes.
Zim narrowed his eyes and growled. "If you're going to make fun of my stature, then I'm going to leave."
The girl shook her head. "Sorry, sorry, just caught me off guard. Anyway, I was gonna ask for your name."
"It's Zim, why?"
"Sweet! Mine's Seina, and I wanted to know cause we're gonna be seat buddies!" The newly introduced Seina responded with a grin.
"… Seat buddies? Is that even a thing?" Zim asked with an unsure look.
"'Course it is! Don't be a Debby Downer and question it!"
"… Okay…" Zim accepted. Seina smiled brightly at him.
"Yo, Seina!" A voice shouted behind the two.
They both turned around to find a pale kid with messy dark green and black hair with brown eyes. He was wearing a flaming skull necklace and had on a leather jacket with a white shirt under it, black leather pants and black boots. He caught up with Zim and Seina and was probably an inch or two taller than Dib.
The girl audibly sighed. "What do you want, Ty?"
"I wanna know if you wanna hang out with me after school," Ty wondered with a smirk.
"No thanks man, when're you gonna get the hint that I just don't wanna hang out with you?" Seina responded with a raised eyebrow.
"What, you hangin' out with this green weirdo? What's so special about him other than he's green?" Ty questioned as he pointed at Zim, making the alien glare at the punk.
"What? No, he's just my friend. I just asked him a question, and also, the reason why I don't wanna hang out with you is cause you and your group of friends are just dickwads," Seina answered.
"What?! That's not true at all! Me and my friends are cool as shit!"
"You literally smoke cigarettes. How is that cool?"
"Whaaaat? Now you're just bein' wack, Seina. Smokin's always been cool! You gotta try it!"
"I'd rather not fuck up my lungs, thanks," Seina passed as she put her arms up in crosses.
"Man, it's your loss, but whatever. I'll introduce you to smoking one of these days."
"The hell you will. I ain't going near a cigarette or a blunt for a long time."
"Heh, if you say so," Ty said with a shrug.
"I don't mean to interrupt, but Lunch started around five minutes ago, and both me and Seina would like to go to the cafeteria," Zim joined in.
Ty lost his smirk as he looked at Zim and glared at him. "No one's keeping' ya here, shortass, you could've left when ya felt like it."
"Zim doesn't know if you have ears or not, but he did say both him and Seina would like to go to the cafeteria," Zim insulted. They both glared for a little bit before Ty lost his.
"Alright." Ty walked past them with his hands in his pockets.
Seina watched him walk to the cafeteria before sighing. "I'm sorry about him, Zim. He's always been an asshole."
"It's fine. Let's just go." Seina nodded and the two of them walked to the cafeteria.
Once they entered, they went their separate ways and Zim found an isolated table away from everyone else. The alien sighed as he sat down and pulled out a paper bag that had a packed lunch thanks to Gir.
After about ten minutes, the alien was already done with his lunch and laid his head down on his arms.
"Heyyyyy Zim!" A familiar voice spoke. Zim looked up and instantly glared when he recognized Ty was standing in front of his table.
"… Yes…?"
"I wanna apologize for earlier. My friends chewed me out after our interaction and told me of my wrongs, so I just wanted to apologize to you," Ty said with a smile.
"Uh… okay…?"
"But, the thing is, I don't wanna do it in public. When I apologize to someone, it's pretty embarrassing if people see, so can we go somewhere private?" Ty requested with a pleading facial expression.
Zim lost his glare as he thought about it. After a short moment, the green alien smiled a little. "Sure, lead the way."
Gaz was sitting next to Dib and was surveying the cafeteria while her brother was eating some of her food. She noticed Zim and Ty walking out of the cafeteria together. "Hey, Dib?"
"What?"
"Has Zim always been friends with Ty?"
"Huh? How should I know that?" Dib asked as he looked at Gaz questioningly
"Maybe because you stalk him twenty-four seven," she stated, keeping her eyes on the cafeteria doors..
Dib choked after she said that. He tried to formulate a response but realized she was right, so he settled for grumbling. "Tch, no, not that I know of, why?"
"Just wondering."
Ty led Zim to a bathroom and entered first with the alien following.
"I appreciate you wanting to hear me out, dude."
"Ah, it's nothing," Zim said, but as the door closed, someone grabbed him from behind. "Huh?!"
Behind Zim was a boy that had short, spiky blonde hair and was wearing a gray windbreaker with black joggers and gray sneakers. Two other boys came out of the same stall with evil smirks on their faces. Zim looked at them before looking at Ty's back as the boy laughed.
"What is the meaning of this?!" Zim questioned with gritted teeth.
Ty whipped around. "Holy shit you're a fucking dumbass! Did you really expect me to apologize?! That's fucking hilarious!" Ty continued laughing as he walked up to Zim, but calmed down when he was right in front of him. He crouched down to Zim's level with a smirk. "I'm gonna show you to always fear me, Zim, and to never show your face around me again. You motherfucking cockblocker."
"It's not my fault Seina doesn't want to hang out with you. That's your own problem, not mine!" Zim pointed out.
Ty narrowed his eyes at him before standing up. "Where's the disgusting ass stall?"
One of the boys with black hair and brown eyes walked to the end stall and opened it, covering his nose with his black sweatshirt. "Smells like shit."
"Good. Garrett, bring his ass over here." The blonde holding Zim forced him to walk to the last stall. The black-haired boy moved out of the way as he entered with Zim and the alien visibly recoiled when he saw the toilet. Dark yellow urine and feces could be visibly seen.
"Move," Ty commanded. Garrett slid out of the way as Ty grabbed a hold of Zim and made him walk forward.
'Wait, wait wait! What is he going to do?!' Zim panicked as he tried breaking free from Ty.
"Heh, nice try jackass, but you're too weak to do anything." Ty grabbed the back of Zim's head and reared it back. "Eat shit! Quite literally!"
The boy dunked Zim's head in the toilet and the alien writhed trying to be free.
Ty and his friends laughed at the struggling alien before Ty lifted Zim's head up and threw him out of the stall. As Zim tried to catch his breath, Ty kicked his stomach hard, making Zim recoil and cover his stomach.
'Zim doesn't know if he'll vomit blood or other stuff… He can't let them know he bleeds pink,' Zim thought as he swallowed it down which made him want to vomit more.
"I hope you learned your place, bitch!" Ty said as he kicked the side of Zim's head, making him fall to the floor. He didn't have the strength to lift himself up just yet, but he could hear them laughing loudly at him, and his head started to throb badly. "Come on, let's go before Lunch is over!"
Zim stayed on the floor as he heard the group of bullies rush out of the bathroom. The disguised alien got up slowly, but once he looked in the mirror, his cheeks puffed out. His face was covered in urine and feces and he rushed over to a trash can before throwing up in it. After he was done, he threw up again and this continued for a minute before he stumbled back and hit the wall of the bathroom. The alien felt his eyes start to burn, but he closed them and shook his head.
'Zim… will not spill tears in this disgusting skool…' He told himself. He pushed off of the wall and walked over to the sink before slowly washing his face. After he was done, the bell rang signaling that Lunch was over and that the next class was going to start soon.
The alien looked in the mirror and noted how beat up and tired he looked. He took a deep breath and shook his head slowly. 'Just get through this day and you'll be able to go home and cure this terrible headache… and then get revenge on those stupid monkeys…'
Zim walked out of the bathroom with his head low. Once he made it to a crowded hallway, everyone stopped to notice the gross smell wafting through it. They all looked at Zim and figured it was him just because of the way he looked and started whispering about him. He could hear them, but chose to drone them out.
The alien wasn't watching where he was going and bumped into someone. The boy he bumped into turned around and scowled at Zim. He had swept back orange hair, black eyes, and was wearing an orange sweatshirt with black joggers and orange high top sneakers.
Zim looked up at him and took a deep breath. He didn't have the strength to fight with anyone at the moment. "Can you… move out of the way… please…"
One girl widened her eyes at what Zim just said. 'Did he… just say please…?'
"Eh? Did you shit yourself, green kid?! Why do you smell like that?!" The orange-haired kid questioned as he covered his nose.
"Haha! He totally did!" A kid with red spiky hair said. He had brown eyes and was wearing a red windbreaker with jeans and red shoes.
"Please… just move—"
"And then you have the nerve to bump into me?!" He grilled.
"I just—" Zim didn't get to say anything else when he got punched in the cheek, knocking his right contact out. Zim had an eye wide open as he quickly shut his eye. Everyone else gasped as the orange-haired kid smirked.
"You little bitch. First you shit yourself and then you wanna spread it to me?! You'll pay for that!"
"W-Wha—?" Zim got punched in the other cheek and stumbled back. The kid cracked his knuckles before repeatedly punching Zim's cheeks with no remorse. This kept up for a solid minute before the kid reeled his arm back and threw a punch aimed for Zim's face. The punch connected and Zim fell back. He hit the ground and heard a small crack.
'Oh no, my PAK…' He thought. He wanted to get up, but just didn't have the strength to.
The orange-haired kid smirked as he looked down at the beat-up green alien. "That's what you get. Learn your place, shitbag."
He whipped around and glared at everyone in the hallway. "Any of you got a problem, step up, I dare you!" When no one moved, he grinned and walked off with his friends. Everyone looked at Zim before walking away to their classrooms. The girl stayed behind as she stared at the alien with wide eyes. She was about to move, but Zim's PAK acted first and four mechanical legs slowly popped out before reorienting the alien on his feet.
Zim coughed into his hands and noted the pink blood on his gloves. He gritted his teeth as he slowly moved in the direction he came. The girl watched as the alien walked away, not even realizing the late bell rang until a teacher shouted at her to get to class.
Zim made it to the main office and entered before limping towards the main desk. Once he got there, he gripped it just to keep himself up. The lady there looked at the disguised alien with wide eyes. She didn't know why he looked like that and was stuck on if she should call the ambulance or cops.
"I'm going home for the day…" Zim stated.
"Uh… o-okay…" she responded. "W-What's your name…?"
"Zim," he answered, turning around and limping out of the office before the desk attendant could say anything else.
Zim made it home and opened the door before haphazardly closing it. He limped to the couch. He had a bag of MacMeaties in hand before dropping the bag on the floor and fell on the couch.
"Holy frell, Zim! What happened to you?!" Computer questioned.
"Zim had a… flunty day…"
"Mother of Irk, it looks like it!"
"Where's Gir…?" Zim asked.
"He's… right below you…" Computer answered. Zim looked down and saw that Gir was eating the tacos.
"Thank you, Master!" Gir thanked before devouring the food. Zim only sighed as a response.
"Zim believes his PAK got cracked. Can you fix it, Computer?"
"Sure thing, lay on your stomach."
On the Massive, there was a tall alien wearing what appeared to be red armor. He watched over the other Irkens as they operated the giant spaceship. He then looked up with a serious expression on his face as he watched the passing of small stars and asteroids. He heard the door behind him open and didn't bother turning around as he already knew who it was.
"Purple," the tall Irken addressed.
"Hey Red, what's up?" The other tall Irken asked as he popped some chips into his mouth.
"Comms Officer Hogo, open up the list," Red commanded.
"Yes sir," the Comms Officer complied. Purple walked up next to Red as the main screen changed to a white page with a bunch of names.
"… Banned Irkens That Are Still Alive…?" Purple read with a confused facial expression. "Red, what're you bringing this up for?"
"The Control Brains ordered us to eliminate these banned Irkens. They're a stain on our Irken name and give us a bad rep. The other alien races know about Zim and how a terrible Irken he is. Then they group him with the rest of us and we get laughed at because of him. And the other Irkens on this list also give us a bad rep because of how terrible they are in general," Red reported as he turned to his partner.
"I see… so it's Serious Time?" Purple checked.
"It's Serious Time."
"Right," Purple said with a nod as he dumped all of the remaining chips into his mouth and ate them. He crumpled up the bag and threw it somewhere else before clearing his throat. "What's the plan?"
"We're going to dispatch Special Unit Speeklgor to the other Irkens. For Zim, we have some beasts that we've captured and have no use for, so we'll just drop them on him after we destroy his spirit."
"And by that you mean telling him the truth."
"Exactly."
"I like this plan already," Purple said with a bit of a smirk. "What do you need me to do?"
"After we call Zim, I need you to get a list of our best pilots and gather them up here. After that, brief them of the mission and send them to the Organic Sweep room to depart to wherever Zim is," Red told.
"Got it," Purple nodded.
"Now… it's time to give Zim the best news of his life."
Zim got out of the shower with a black shirt on and shorts with a towel draped over his shoulders. He sighed as he walked into his laboratory and went over to a workbench where his PAK was. He grabbed it and inspected it before smiling slightly and reattaching it to his back.
"Computer, did you find anything about my headache?" Zim asked as he sat at his work bench.
"Sorry, Zim, I've run diagnostic after diagnostic and it's just a chronic migraine. I can't figure out why it's happening though, it just appeared out of nowhere," Computer reported.
Zim sighed as he put a hand over his forehead, then rubbed his face. "Kriff… first I get a terrible headache that appeared out of nowhere with no causes, then I get thrown into lockers, then I get my head shoved into a disgusting toilet, and then I get beat up… Kriff, why did this happen to me…?"
"Oh! Zim! You're getting a call from the Almighty Tallest!" Computer informed.
Zim's eyes widened. "T-The Tallest? A-Answer it, Computer!"
Zim turned around and faced the giant screen as static was shown before the two Tallest were shown.
"M-My Tallest! What a pleasure to see you!" Zim said with a smile.
"Yes, hello Zim, it's nice seeing you as well," Purple responded.
"Do you want an update on what I've been doing? Lately I've been going through 'skool.' It's what these humans call these buildings that teach you about what goes on in the planet. I've been slowly but surely studying all that I could through the 'skool system' and have learned a lot! Soo—"
"Zim," Red interrupted, causing the alien to sputter.
"Y-Yes?"
"Stop talking."
"O-Oh… m-may I ask why…?"
"Simply put: we do not care," Red responded.
"We never have actually," Purple added with Red nodding.
"S-So then… why didn't you say so before…?" Zim wondered.
"Because you just don't. Shut. Up. It's always about you no matter what the subject is. And then you keep on pestering us about your stupid little updates," Red responded. "Zim, we don't know anything about Earth, and you wanna know why? Because we do not care for it. We sent you there to be banished because you almost killed us on Operation Impending Doom I, but then you decided to just stop being banished. That's not how kriffing banishments work, Zim. Once you're banished from a place, you cannot go back to said place!"
"B-I… I heard about Operation Impending Doom II…" Zim said. "W-Why did you send me to Earth then? I thought I had to come here to help with Impending Doom II…"
"No, Zim! No! We sent you there because you wouldn't listen to us! We had to trick you into thinking it was a secret mission because apparently you have selective hearing!" Red told as he grit his teeth.
"Zim, you're horrible, even by Irken standards," Purple added. "You're way too arrogant, you're way too brazen, you're way too narcissistic, you're way too self-absorbed, and you're way too dangerous, even to yourself. Zim… you're just too much to deal with and handle. Have you ever wondered why you're way, way different from the other Irkens?"
"N-No… Zim thought… he was the best there was…"
"See, you're way too self-absorbed. Maybe if you thought about other Irkens than yourself, you'd realize that you were different, but no, we have to say it for you," Purple mentioned. "Zim, you're a Defective."
The alien's eyes widened as his mouth fell agape. "W-Wha…"
"You've always been a Defect. You have so many mistakes that no one can fix you, not even the Control Brains. They tried to deactivate you, but they then turned insane themselves."
"Not even re-coding your PAK fixes your mistakes. You're just… not an Irken, Zim. You've lost that title ever since you were banished to Earth," Red added.
"It amazes me that you call yourself 'almighty' yet you were re-coded as a Fast Food Drone in Foodcourtia. Tell me, Zim, have you ever heard of Tallest Miyuki or Spork being Fast Food Drones then becoming Tallest?" Purple asked
"N-N-No…"
"And you want to know why that is?"
"W-Why…?"
"It's because they aren't Defectives like you and actually know how to do things properly, instead of destroying half of Irk and ruining the planet even just by being on it."
"Yes, and they would've taken over the planet you're on right now. You've been there for what, forty years, and still haven't taken it over? Even Skoodge could take over a planet in just a few months," Red stated.
"Ah, and would an Almighty Invader kill two of their Tallest?" Purple asked. "Because no Almighty Invader has ever killed their Tallest."
Zim looked beyond horrified at hearing that.
"Oh my—don't tell me you didn't even know that they were killed thanks to your creation…" Red said as he sighed heavily.
"Just like I said: you're way too self-absorbed. You don't think about the consequences of your actions and how negatively they affected us."
"After you were born you almost sent us back one thousand years by clogging a chute with an Irken baby… how, how do you possibly do that?!" Red questioned.
"Not even I could do that if I tried," Purple added.
"And let me guess: you didn't 'know' that you killed Tenn," Red accused as he crossed his arms.
"K-Kill Tenn…? W-Why would Zim do that…?" Zim asked as he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
Purple sighed as he put a hand to his head. "Zim. You killed Tenn on Ru. You were jealous that she was much better than you were, huh? You felt like you were being belittled because her achievements way outshined any of yours, if you even had any to begin with."
"Wait… w-what are you talking about…?"
"Mother of Irk, are you dense as well?!" Red grilled. "We lost a valuable Irken because you killed them! She was as good as Tak and now she's dead because you assassinated her! Kriff, Zim!"
Zim couldn't say anything as he just stared at the two Tallest.
"Zim, the bottom line is: don't you ever show your face here again. Do not call us, do not send someone here for you, do not try and do something to get our attention, and don't you dare call yourself an Irken ever again. You lost that right long, long ago. We will know of what you did, we will find you, and we will kill you. You are a stain on the Irken Empire and are despicable. Killing one of your own, destroying your home planet, causing us failure after failure… you're just horrible…"
"We don't want anything to do with you, but we do want to send you a farewell gift—well, it's more of a last ditch effort to kill you—but we hope you like it," Red said with an evil smile.
"Good riddance," Purple said before the call ended.
The room was quiet for a few moments before Computer spoke up.
"S-Sir…?" He asked. Zim didn't respond, just staring forward at the blank screen. After about five minutes of just silence, he got up and began walking slowly out of the lab.
"Zim?" Computer tried again, but the Irken didn't respond. The green alien left the lab and went into an elevator. He appeared in the trash can and stepped out before starting to walk to his room.
"Zim—"
"Computer… please don't disturb Zim…" the alien quietly requested as he went up his stairs. The computer didn't say anything as a response, but watched as Zim went up the stairs and into his room. The alien crawled onto his bed and laid on his back, just staring at the ceiling with a blank face.
Gaz walked through the crowded hallway as she grumbled and glared at everyone who looked at her weirdly. She weaved past the students loitering around trying to get to her second period class. Once she made it to a less crowded hallway, she let out a sigh. She got to her Calculus class and sat down, taking out her Game Slave and making sure to tune out everyone besides Mr. Drogue if he came in.
Around five minutes and everyone came in.
"Alright I'm doing attendance. Say 'here' if you're here," Mr. Drogue announced. Gaz put her Game Slave away as the teacher started calling out names. She looked to her right and saw that Zim's seat was empty, causing her to raise an eyebrow at this.
'Is Zim late? He's never been late to class before,' Gaz thought.
"Gaz Membrane?"
"Here," she said.
"Zim?" Mr. Drogue looked at the seat next to Gaz's and saw that it was empty. "Hm, must not be here today."
The Membrane daughter stared at Zim's desk before shrugging it off and looking back up front.
Meanwhile, Dib was practically freaking out when he didn't see Zim in his first period History class.
'Where could that alien be? What is he planning? Why didn't he show up to skool today? I have to know what he's possibly plotting, but how can I do that while sitting here in skool? I forgot to bring my watch that let me see Zim's house, that was an idiotic mistake. Now I can't prevent Zim from doing something bad when he puts his hidden plans forward. Shoot, what am I to do, what am I to do—'
"Ow!" Dib yelped as he rubbed his forehead. He looked up front and saw the teacher deadpanning at him.
"Dib, if you're gonna mutter, don't do it when I'm teaching," the teacher lightly scolded.
"R-Right, sorry, Mr. Tilophin," Dib apologized with a sheepish smile.
"It's fine, just don't let me catch you doing it next time." The teacher turned around and continued his lesson, while Dib sighed and thought quieter.
Lunch time came around and Dib met up with Gaz at the cafeteria. They both sat down and shared food.
"Hey Gaz, was Zim in your class?" The black-haired boy wondered as he looked at his sister.
"Nope," she responded.
"Damn… this is bad. Who knows what Zim might be plotting?! I don't have my watch on me so I can't spy on him!" Dib spoke as he groaned.
"Dib… you don't need to watch Zim 24/7. If he were to come up with some evil plan, it would flop. It always has. You shouldn't worry about him trying to take over the planet, it is definitely not happening," Gaz reminded her brother.
"Yes, I know that Gaz, but there have been times where he was really close to doing so!"
"And yet he did nothing when he got that far. I don't even think he wants to conquer the Earth, he just wants to destroy things and be a pain in your ass," the purplette theorized.
"Yeah but—"
"Zim? Oh, you mean the short ass little dude? Yeah, I shoved his head in a toilet full of piss and shit yesterday! You should've seen how gross he looked! Hahaha! It was the funniest thing I could've ever done that day! Nah, scratch that, that was the funniest thing I ever did!" A voice told behind Gaz and Dib. They both turned around and saw a kid with messy black and green hair at a table full of other kids that looked as douchy as he did.
"Ah, I remember pummeling that kid yesterday after he bumped into me! It must've been after that!" A kid with orange hair informed the kids.
"Hahaha! Nice one, Jason!" Ty congratulated the orangette as they high-fived.
"You guys are so cruel sometimes," a girl with long brown hair and blue eyes said.
"Ah come on, Kayla, don't be a stick in the mud, that's actually funny to hear!" Another girl disagreed as she chuckled. She had black hair tied into two buns with green tips and black eyes.
"Don't tell me you got a special thing for weak kids, Kayla! That's kinda pathetic!" A kid with spiky red hair and brown eyes called out.
"Don't say it like that, Eric! It's just that that's really gross," she said with a frown.
"Fine, we'll just settle on breaking some ribs, is that better?" Ty offered with a smirk.
Kayla rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms.
"C'mon, Kayla, don't be so bitchy about this. Just turn a blind eye for me, 'kay?" A kid sitting next to Kayla requested as he slid closer next to her. He had messy black hair with green eyes.
"… Fine, but only because it's you, Arc," Kayla accepted with a sigh.
"Thanks babe," Arc thanked as he chuckled.
"Maybe you should bully someone too, then you can stop bein' such a goody little two shoes about it," a girl with long red hair that faded into pink said.
"I'm not being bitchy about it, Rose," Kayla said with a frown.
"Ooo~ are we aboutta witness a cat fight?" A kid with purple hair wondered as he scooted closer to the table.
"Tch, no. I'm not arguing over this," Kayla shot down.
Rose scoffed, then turned to the girl with two buns. "Kiko, don't you agree with me here?"
"I do, but it's okay, it'll take some time, but she'll start bullyin' people too," Kiko agreed with a snicker.
"Like hell I will!"
Dib and Gaz turned around, not interested in the conversation anymore.
"Zim got bullied?" Dib asked as he started speculating what that could mean.
"Ah, so that's why Ty and him were together yesterday," Gaz said as she connected the dots.
"I actually… find that kind of funny…" Dib said as he chuckled lightly.
"Heheh, me too," Gaz agreed with a smirk.
"Of course you do. If anyone's in pain, you laugh at them," Dib pointed out.
"Shut up."
It had been a whole week since Zim was told the terrible news by the Tallest. The alien had not moved from his spot a single bit and had kept the same blank face as before. Computer grew very worried and tried sending Gir and Minimoose to try and get Zim to at least say something, but to no avail, he didn't react at all when they knocked on his door, made loud noise, entered his room, messed around with him, nothing!
Computer even tried baiting him by saying that Dib was about to destroy the base, but he still didn't move. He scanned the alien plenty of times and found out that Zim's headache had not gone away at all since then, and that the alien was tired, hungry, depressed, empty, and among other things.
But one day, when Computer was watching over Gir and Minimoose in the living room, Zim came downstairs for the first time in a couple weeks.
Gir and Minimoose both stared at the alien that looked beyond half-dead and just watched his movements. The room was silent as they watched Zim sluggishly drag his feet to wherever he was going.
"… Are you… alright, Zim…?" Computer asked cautiously. The alien suddenly stopped in his tracks and just stared at the ground. A couple moments of more silence passed before tears welled up in Zim's eyes and he began bawling his eyes out suddenly. He fell to the floor, hunched over as he cried into the ground. Gir and Minimoose were quick to rush over to him and try to comfort him the best he could.
Zim continued crying his heart out for ten minutes before it calmed down to sniffles. "Computer… w-what am I to do anymore…? What is my purpose…?"
"P-Purpose…? Um… I… can't answer that for you Zim… that's something you gotta find out on your own…" Computer responded.
"Zim doesn't see a purpose in himself anymore… maybe he should just die and rid himself of this world…"
"What the hell are you saying?!" Computer grilled as a mechanical arm shot down and gripped Zim before turning him over. "Are you a kriffing idiot?! You really think that killing yourself is the best solution for this, huh?! You got three robots right here who care about you more than anything else in this existence and you think that abandoning them is good?! Who the hell is gonna keep Gir in check and who's gonna use Minimoose, huh? Cause I know I certainly can't! I can't control Gir because I can't leave this house and he really only listens to you! Also Minimoose would be very, very sad that you left him all alone!"
Zim sniffled as he stared up at his ceiling.
"Also, what about Tenn? You heard what the Tallest said about her. They think you killed her, when clearly, someone else wanted her dead. You just gonna die without ever knowing who wanted her dead and why? That sounds kinda flunty to me, and also, she'd want you to live, Zim. She didn't sacrifice herself just so that you can kill yourself early on in your life," Computer added as he set Zim down. "Listen, I know I just said that you have to find a reason yourself, but when you spout out some flunt like that, I just had to say it. I don't mean to burden you with this, but you still have stuff to do, and also, the Tallest are obviously trying to kill you themselves."
The green alien wiped his eyes. "W-What do you mean…?"
"They're sending something here that's going to kill you. What that is, I don't know, but I don't think you want to get killed by that, and instead, want to kill it instead," Computer informed.
"Kriff… you're right…" Zim stood up and sniffed again. "You're absolutely right, Computer… Zim's sorry that he made you worry."
"I understand, Zim. Just… instead of taking everything that the Tallest said negatively, why not try to take some of it as criticism?" Computer suggested.
"Like what?"
"Purple said that you're arrogant, brazen, narcissistic, self-absorbed, and dangerous. Why not try and be the opposite of those? And if that's too much, let's try and tone it down, how does that sound?"
"I… I don't know… it seems like a lot given I've been this way for two hundred years… is it that easy to change?"
"Genuinely? Frell no. You'd need time for that. But don't worry, you've got some time," Computer responded.
"I-I see…"
"Hey, go on a walk and think about it," Computer suggested.
Zim looked at the ground and thought about it before nodding. "Zim will… do that…"
"I'm glad that Master is okay now…" Gir spoke, making the alien look down at his SIR Unit.
"Ah… sorry for making you worried, Gir," Zim apologized as he rubbed the robot's head.
"Nyeh!" Minimoose squeaked.
"I'm sorry for making you worried too, Minimoose," Zim apologized as he rubbed the little robotic moose's head.
He hugged his two robots for a while longer before breaking it. "Okay, Zim is going on a long walk. He will be back with tacos."
"TACOS! YAY!" Gir happily exclaimed.
Zim chuckled. "Yes, exactly Gir. I'll be back!" Zim exited his house and began his long walk.
It had been a couple hours, but when Zim actually looked up, he was in the middle of a forest.
'Zim must've walked for a while…' He concluded as he continued walking. He stared at the ground as he trekked through the forest absentmindedly.
While Zim was walking, he came across a random red staff with golden ends and nearly missed it. He stopped next to it and blinked a couple of times before looking at it.
"Huh, that's strange. I wonder why there's a random rod here," Zim spoke out loud as he grabbed it. He inspected the rod before jolting when he saw fire quickly spread over his arms and whole body. "What the frell?!" He quickly looked at himself and saw that his bottom attire changed.
'What… just happened…?' Zim thought. "PAK, hand me a mirror."
A mechanical leg came out and gave Zim a pocket mirror. The alien threw it at a tree and the mirror stuck to the trunk before expanding into a full mirror.
Zim's eyes widened as he looked at himself. His wig was now brown and was flaring out, his eyes were orange, and he had red underliner beneath his eyes. He had a floating, yellow band levitating around his head, red shoulder pads that extended down to the elbows and stretched across the top of his chest, had red gauntlets that extended to his elbows, and had gauze wrapped around the exposed lower part of his chest.
The green alien was wearing dark blue pants with a red and gold belt that also had belts hanging from it. He also had black shin guards and had on no shoes, but gray gauze wrapped around his feet.
"What the… what is this…?" Zim asked himself. When something brown appeared, he whipped around and his eyes widened at seeing a tail. "I'm… I'm a monkey…?"
After a few more minutes of examining himself, Zim shook his head. "Zim needs to head back and talk to Computer about this… maybe he would know what's happened." The alien nodded his head after deciding that and took off the mirror from the tree. It turned back into a pocket mirror and Zim tried to put it in his PAK, but realized something else was there.
He looked confused as he took his supposed PAK off and looked at it. "What the… it turned into a backpack…?" He shook his head again and put the mirror in there before reattaching the backpack to his back and turning around, dashing faster than he's ever had before.
While Zim was running back to his base, he didn't realize that his headache had completely disappeared.
"Computer!" Zim shouted as he bursted through the door.
"H-Huh?!" Computer asked. "W-Woah! What happened to you, Zim?! You look completely different!"
"Yes, I know, Computer, that's why I came back so fast. I wanted to see if you knew about this," Zim told as he closed the door.
"W-What?! How would I know about this?!" Computer questioned.
"Um, duh, you're an Irken supercomputer… I thought you knew this…" Zim pointed out with a deadpan look.
"Y-Yeah, I am… but I still don't know what the frell happened to you. I'd need to run a scan on you," Computer said.
"Alright, then let's do it."
"Okay—you have a tail."
"Yes…"
"And eyebrows…"
"I have what?!"
Shin: We hope you enjoyed this rewritten chapter. Me and Gan both like how it turned out, and we hope you did too.
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