Dedicated to Chickens. No, not the delicious pecking poultry, Chickens, the… never mind, you're not paying attention. I own no characters.
I heard this song today, I don't know who it was by, but the main chorus was 'I hate everything about you, why do I love you?' I thought that might make a lovely ZADR songfic.

It took Zim (In spite of his AMAZINGNESS) almost three weeks to complete the serum. After that, he put it in a corner of his lab, ignoring it almost all the time. Almost all the time. Every so often, he would sneak a glance over at it, imagining himself as tall as the Dib-monkey. Taller, even. Taller than the tallest. Whenever that happened, his head would fill with thought of what would happen to his mission if he were to spontaneously combust as a result of the mixture. That got the daydreams a bit under control.
Until one Friday, he went to school to discover that Dib had indeed grown every inch that the computer predicted. Zim was now the shortest person in the Skool. And the 'skin condition' excuse was beginning to wear a bit thin. He heard whispers through the halls when he walked by.
Plus he got hung on a doorknob again.
But the biggest humiliation didn't come until after School, when he was waking home… to find Dib directly in his path.
"Where ya going, ALIEN!" Dib yelled.
"I'm going home. I do not wish to be bothered with your stupid human foolishness to day, Dib-monkey. BEGONEWITHYOU!"
In reality, he didn't want to fight today. He'd been bordering the losing end of the spectrum lately. It was worrying him. Surprisingly, Dib stood aside and let him pass.
"Say," Dib said to his back. "Didn't you say your planet was based on height? Are you the shortest person THERE, too?" Zim couldn't help it. He gritted his teeth, and jumped on Dib. He started punching with all he was worth. A year earlier, the pummeling might have seriously hurt the human, but now it felt to him more like it does when your little sis/bro gets mad at you and starts hitting you. In other words, he thought it was really funny, and laughed as he pulled Zim off him. Zim hung, the top of his head being covered by Dib's hand. He did not like being picked up by his head.
(For reference, Dib now looks more like the Professor, but more… Dib-ish)
"PUT ZIM DOWN!"
"Um… no."
Dib turned the kicking Zim around, poking at his PAK.
"What is this thing, anyway? You're always wearing it."
"DON'T TOUCH THAT!" Screamed Zim.
He kicked as hard as he could, trying to make contact with anything. Dib's hand covered the place where his spider legs should have come from.
"Does it come off? Or is it some kind of alien parasite or something?"
Dib was part right. It was a parasite but a benefiting one. That's not the point.
Zim thought of his wrist communicator. He called GIR on it, and after a few more seconds, the dog showed up, head-butted Dib, not knowing it would do any damage, he just thought it was a good idea at the time, and carried Zim back to the labs. Zim no longer cared about any consequences. Death was preferred to the daily humiliation he would endure at the hands of the humans.
He went straight to the place he was keeping the dark purple vial of serum. He put it into a syringe, and, with a momentary grimace of pain, injected it into his arm. He barely had time to pull the needle out before he collapsed to the metal floor.

OOOHH! Cliffhanger!
What's gonna happen to ZIM?
YOU DON'T KNOW! Which is just as well because I don't either. He probably won't die, because my sister's been getting up on my back about killing other people's characters… but she doesn't have to find out.
PS anybody know anything about the Alliance, drop me a line, OK?