Dib crouched in the dark dank hole of his bedroom, tears dripping like precious shining bits of liquid tin foil down his face. He sobbed softly, continually, heartrendingly, sadly, miserably, horribly, to himself, dragging a pointed implement over the marshmallow-white and puffy flesh of his forearm. Lines of red scored deep crimson lines into his flesh; they covered him.

"Oh Zim," he sniffed. "How can you do this to me? How can you leave me? I can't stand to exist without your presence to motivate me... my life is pain..."

He drew with a sigh another gory line down his delicate pale skin. The surface of it was a mass of red, crimson, scarlet, red, but it felt soooo goooooood just to release this tension... to let it out... He couldn't take the stress of skool and family and Zim and losing Zim and Zim and stuff any longer.

His flesh was a glorious gory cacaphony of bloody hues of scarlet that echoed his soul in it's rage and pain.

With a satisfied sigh, Dib put the cap back on the red magic marker and admired his work.

Damn, this was a nice shade of red.

Dib went and opened his door. The hall was a long tunnel of danky doom dampness; pallid luminescent lights flickered at the tops. He shambled insensate like a broken puppet without any strings down the carpet until he got to the stairs stretching before him like the dessicated ribcage of an old dried-out skeleton. The kitchen lights were tiny mushrooms of painful brightness that burned his tender chewy brain with their light. Downstairs, Gaz was an angry zombie, devouring her breakfast cereal in a sullen gloomy haze of video-game burnout and old burned toast.

Ghostly incorporeal hands brushed at Dib's soft manly raven locks as he made his stumbling clumsy way to the ugly refridgerator. The maw of the kitchen receptacle opened to reveal a paltry bare row of shelves that didn't have any food on them. "Gaaaaz..." Dib whimpered. "There's nothing to eaaat... PAIN..."

And the blaring loud cheery cherry smell radiating from his tortured skin was prompting thoughts of self-cannibalism. He was, after all, delicious.

"Oh God!!!!!" Overcome by tears, Dib knelt, weeping. "Is there no mercy for my soul in the world? Huh? HUH?! Everything hurts me! There's never any mercy! Look," he stumbled to his feet, turned to bare his skin to his sister. "Look, Gaz! If I were STUPID ENOUGH to cut myself HERE'S WHERE THE MARKS WOULD BE!"

Gaz looked at him with her doelike tea-colored gold eyes. She pushed her bowl away. "Oh Dib," she whispered. "What have you done to yourself? Why don't you go wash off?"

"GAAAZ!" he wailed, 'hurk'ing and making little painy noises. "My pain! The loss of Zim! What have I done?! Why didn't I accept his love... he asked me to take care of him! Why didn't I?!1!!! Why?! WHYYYYY?!!!!"

(NOW WE'RE GOIN TA SIZZ!LORR AN ZIM! TEEHEE :D)

"Oh Dib," Zim whispered, folding his arms tightly around himself. It was cold in the ship, cold reaching down to his spooch. Cold cold cold. He couldn't get warm. Cold striking him like an arrow. Cold. Mmyup. "Dib, why didn't you accept me? Couldn't you believe in... me... couldn't you believe in my... love... Oh, Dib, do you hate me? Please don't hate me Dib... I'd give anything to be held by you... for your repulsive soft humany lips to touch mine... for your strong humany arms to hold me again... Dib..."

Sizz!Lorr turned to his luscious prisoner from the control panel. His flowering amethyst eyes were lit from within with a wicked light at Zim's effeminate shapelessness and he advanced on Zim with a huge Cheshire grin that bared his huge white teeth that were whiter than white like bone kinda. Yeah.

"Pining, ZIM?!" He sneered, the plum orbs set deep into his face flashing mauvish in the light from the red hanging paper Oreintal lamps that were made out of paper. "How very UNLIKE you! Well," he sneered, eyes going stony like purple gems, "it will do you no GOOD. You serve me, Hanagobarayome, now!"

"I thought I was supposed to call you Frylord!" Zim sniveled.

"SILENCE!!!!!1!!!" the taller Irken roared, eyes flaring wrathfully. "NOW, Zim... take this spatula... and you know what to do from there..."

DEE END OMG THE SHUSHPENSE ISH KILLER

Many thanks to Jrandomlurker for lines and advice. She's contributed wonderfully to the awfulness of this fic. :D