A/n: Yeah thanks for those who actually read this much...

Edit: fixed the typos

Zim took a step backwards. That was barbaric! He was irken, and didn't feel almost any human emotion. Yet right now, for the first time since the first day he set foot on this planet years ago without any knowing of what the planet held, he felt fear. Dib used to always fail at everything, and he just was able to kill another earth-monkey without hesitation. That meant he wouldn't hesitate to kill Zim.

Why should he be afraid!? He was an irken soldier. This would not affect him. He thought back to the emotionless expression as Dib watched the other human die. Johnny cocked his head curiously. "Did I do something to upset you?"

Zim actually remained silent for once pointing at the corpse inside.

"Oh that. It was his fault." Johnny narrowed his eyes.

Zim finally spoke. "You're not Dib, are you?"

Johnny got what he was referring too. "No."

Zim was about to say something when Johnny cut him off. "I USED to be Dib. That person solely does not exist any longer."

"I see, so you took over his body with a mind controlling device?" Zim thought he had this figured out. This was the only possible solution.

"No, and I have to go now. Today is Friday. My favorite show is on." Johnny began to walk off.

"Mysterious mysteries?" Zim asked, hoping for some bit of his rival to still exist within that body.

"No again." Johnny said turning his head as he walked away. "The news."

Devi stared at the painting that loomed on her wall. "Done."

Sickness hissed, showing her disapproval. "Your letting your past get to you."

Devi sighed looking over the painting. It wasn't at all like her usual stuff. It wasn't a deformed mutant, or demon pig. In the picture where a brother and sister on a bench. The sister wasn't looking away from her video game. the brother was staring off into a dark area with a clawed hand coming out, and welcoming him in.

"Story of my fucking life." She said sighing.

Sickness hissed again, before silencing herself inside of Devi's bag.

Johnny never tried to think too hard about something. when he did, it usually ended up him hating himself or other people more than he already did. "I felt happiness once. I was happy." He knew it wasn't true, at least not all the time. Though back then people at least acknowledged him, even if in a bad way.

He stood up leaving his house.

Johnny found himself at the graveyard. He stood in front of a rather nicely decorated stone. Professor Membrane. "I never come here, but now I have some one to visit." He said faintly. "He had to have cared, even if he thought I was insane. Either that or he would have kicked me out after one of his plenty of chances."

Johnny collapsed on the dirt floor where corpses were encased. He didn't feel uneasy, even though over half the cemetery were people he had...met....in his lifetime.

"I'll get you Zim...someday! Maybe not today, but my sole purpose is to be protector of the Earth! I will prevail."

"See you later Gaz, I'm off to spy on Zim a little."

"Move! Mysterious mysteries is on!"

"I have important information on my classmate Zim..."

As stupid as it was, he did have a purpose back then. He had something he could do. He had passions, hobbies, interests. All of that was gone now.

Johnny found himself at the bookstore. Devi didn't work there anymore. He paced the aisled, finding himself in the supernatural section. He smiled slightly, reminiscing in his own way. His bony fingers traced themselves over various titles. Ghosts: What REALLY is haunting your children. My husband is an alien. The findings of chicken foot: twelve years later.

He pulled out a book consisting of old supposed UFO pictures. "They still do intrigue me slightly." He mused. He could go back to it, if only he wasn't a murderer. A slight set back. Nothing would ever be able to go back.

"Eehee!!! I found a buffalo!" GIR squealed excitedly. Though it wasn't a buffalo, but the same toy moose he had carried around for centuries. GIR had insisted to take it with him when they had left Earth years back.

"Why do I still keep you?" Zim muttered to himself. He didn't need him anymore. The mission was over. This did upset him, because every one else had taken over their planet, and Zim had failed. Everything was falling apart. No one was the same here. He wished he could contact the tallest to talk to them for awhile. The house was updating itself though. That was not a good idea.

Messing with the systems while updating, could crash it, leaving defenses down. Of course he never told Dib this. That would have jeopardized his mission! He scratched his neck spaciously. "I'm getting some waffles GIR. I'll be back in a second. don't touch anything while I'm in the other room. Except for the tv...you can touch that."

GIR ignored him like usual zooming into the kitchen. "WAFFLES!!!!" He jumped on top of the toaster.

"Yes GIR, you can make them." Zim sat on the table. "As long as I don't have to eat all of the ones you make." He learned his lesson in that department.

Johnny ended up purchasing the book with the U.F.O. pictures inside. He needed something to distract his thoughts, an escape of sorts. He tucked the book under his arms heading back into his street, back into house 777. It had been a long day, and finally he had time to himself. He heard a shout echoing from downstairs from someone he probably forgot about from a few days ago. Almost to himself.