(A/N: I'm leaving this beginning author's note to tell that there's no beginning author's note. HURRY, READ THE STORY)

"Nyah!"

"Good job flying the Voot, Minimoose!" Zim praised. "Who knew those nubs could do so much?"

"Nyah!" Minimoose squeaked once more.

With the Voot safely atop the house, Zim went down to his lab and recorded all he had learned at Fudge's house. There was still so much he didn't know about these humans and their "families", but Zim supposed he would wait until this whole debacle blew over before moving on with- -

"UHHH, Master?" GIR interrupted Zim's thoughts.

Zim turned around his chair, pulling the thought-recording helmet off of his head. "What is it, GIR?"

"I forgot how to put the trash in the can again!"

"GIR, GIR, GIR..." Zim shook his head angrily. He figured it wouldn't be too much trouble, so he got his disguise on and headed outside.

Out by the fence, the trash was scattered all over the place, and Zim began picking everything up. Right when he finished putting the bag into the can, a familiar human showed up in the cul-de-sac.

"Zim!" Dib called out, and began stepping towards the alien. "Finally you're back! Where have you been for the past week? What have you been up to? Is there some evil plan I should know abou- -!"

"SH!" Zim hissed out when he felt Dib had stepped too close. He pulled out his memory-altering device. (which looked like a big pen) "See this? This is a memory-altering device! And with it, ZIM SHALL- -"

Dib swatted the device out of Zim's hand and it smashed against the wooden fence, broken. And it exploded into molecules.

"...huh," Zim deflated, taking note of Dib's triumphant little smirk.

After that, he just turned and started back into the house.

Then he remembered something. "...hey, Dib-human!"

"What?"

"Have you ever heard of a 'Fudge Hopkins'?"

"Uh...no! Why?"

Zim scoffed in annoyance. "Never mind!"

He made sure to shut the door behind him, and he made sure to listen for Dib's footsteps on sidewalk to get quieter and quieter until he couldn't hear them anymore. With everything checked off of his to-do list, he returned to the lab and hooked himself up to his thought-recording machine again.

"Note-to-Zim: Family units are overrated."

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Back at the Hopkins house, Fudge still lay on the basement floor. He had tried calling for help, but he figured he was wasting his breath. The poison had negated his ability to move, so all he could do was lie there on his face, waiting for Death to take him.

The last thing he could remember seeing was GIR following Zim over to the stairs, and the last thing he could remember hearing was Zim closing the basement door.

He still couldn't believe that Zim was an alien, and he had done away with Fudge's entire life.

He closed his eyes...

...

Well, at least now, he would be reunited with everybody...

Right?

(A/N: WOW I CAN'T BELIEVE I ENDED IT LIKE THAT, HOLY CRAP

You can, uh...draw from that ending what you will. I hope you got what I was going for, but if not, feel free to ask and I'll elaborate a bit!

Well, thank you ever so much for reading this story, um, I have a lot of one-shots in the works right now, for South Park, Invader Zim, AND Adventure Time, so I better get to that!

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