A/N: Awrighty, this is my first fanfic, and I like commas and ZAGR, so please, have mercy on me! (All flamers will be severely beaten over the head with something really heavy 3) R&R is nice too! I'm just posting the prologue to see what you think. I'll put the chapters later. Now, for the disclaimer…

Disclaimer: Listen up, yo. All the chars, except for Lira, belong to Jhonen C. Vasquez. Not you or me. Lira belongs to me. Not you.:) She's not in here though...

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Lies: Prologue

"GIR? What have I told you about playing with the power amplifier?" The small Irken snatches the tubes protruding from his robot companion's head then lets them recoil back into the machine. Zim, once again, has thwarted GIR's deadly reign of stupidity. The little robot whines but soon takes interest in something on his optical lens.

"...SPIDAH!" GIR shrieks. Flailing frantically, he runs around in circles, whacking his eye with his squeaky moose toy.

"GUH! NYAAAAAA!" After several seconds of screaming horror, he stumbles over a cord and rolls out of the room. His wailing can still be heard. Zim sighs and continues to repair the piloting system on the Voot. He mumbles to himself something about fixing GIR. What was the hurry though? He had all the time he needed. The computer sounds like it just has woken from a deep sleep. "Master, you have an incoming transmission…" it says drowsily. Zim blinks.

"…Well…?" The giant monitor flickers then fades in an image of the Tallest giggling madly.

"…Oh…" Zim whispers as his antennae flatten in frustration and fear. Ever since Tallest Red and Purple told him "the truth", he hasn't been caring much of anything anymore and downing what the humans call 'alcohol'. It doesn't really taste good, but it ate away at his trouble for a few hours. GIR has learned to stay away from him when he was in this trance. Just screw it all.

"Hey… Zim…?" Purple says through poorly suppressed giggles. "How's your… "mission" …going?" He ducks out of view, snorting and laughing hysterically. Red crouches over, holding his stomach as he too laughs. They always enjoyed seeing Zim in hurt and despair. Zim's antennae droop towards the sides; an Irken's way of expressing emotional damage. He slowly reaches for a blinking blue button.

"…" hesitating for only a moment, he brings his finger down on it with more force than he needed to. The screen flickers once more then goes completely black. Even though he's cut the transmission, the sound of the Tallest's jeering rang inside his head. Zim just stood there… and stood there… and stood there like he always did after… 'that'. He simply hates the fact that his life is just on big lie. He was just a suicidal puppet of the Irken Empire.

"Damn them…" he curses under his breath. "Damn them all…"

"Ooooowww…" Zim groans. He opens his eyes to see an odd-looking metallic object leaning over him.

"Mmahah?"

Zim blinks.

"Mmasah?"

Zim blinks again as the colors start making a form. That voice…

"Mastah?" says a meek but loud voice. "Mastah, are you okie?" GIR. It was just GIR… "Aww… Mastah don't look too gewd…does Mastah needs a hug?"

Zim sits up, his head pounding furiously. "Uhh? Oh…" He thought for a second. "Yeah… that sounds good right about now…" GIR extends his arms and smiles cutely. Zim grabs his robot and embraces him in a warm hug.

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A/N: Aww… that was too short and I hated that… o.o;; I told you I'm new at this… well tell me what you think so far please! ;;;