I know some people are confused as to why Reep is here so early. Well, that's because THAT'S HOW I WROTE IT AND I HAVE A LOT OF GROUND TO COVER BEFORE ANY OF IT HAS FULL MEANING. Be patient. This isn't the first story, it's the second. Most of the twists and 'HOLY CRAP, REALLY?'s were in the first one. So this one is just a little different…

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ZiM had been a very bad PAK. His 'tiny' outburst had done more than enough damage to keep a cleaning crew at the scene of his rage for a little more than seven years. He regretted nothing about it… Well, maybe throwing Skoodge into one of the control brains was a bit much… And using Sizz Lorr's GIANT spatula to smack Tak into the TV screen was a bit harsh. But Tak deserved that. She had said ZiM was overreacting.

ZiM himself was waiting patiently in a holding cell on the Massive, pacing back and forth without the aid of a hologram; instead, the PAK had decided to use his robotic tentacles to maneuver about.

His ramblings on the whole situation were coherent for the most part. ZiM would hiss about how he was going to destroy Reep once and for all, then make himself and the smeet disappear completely. There would be no trace once he was through. The only incoherent moments were when the PAK would suddenly growl and roar loudly, punching at the cell walls, intent on breaking them down.

A soft knock at the entrance to the cellblock pulled ZiM from his thoughts and he scowled when Sizz Lorr walked in.

"Dare you come here to mock ZiM?" the PAK hissed.

Sizz Lorr shook his head and leaned nonchalantly on the doorway, "No. Just came in to see what you're doing to yourself."

ZiM reinstated his hologram to glare at the Irk before him, "Save your worthless breath, I was given this speech before."

Sizz Lorr nodded, "Then you know what you did before."

The hologram gripped against the bars holding him back, snarling, "Yes. I infiltrated a monster's filthy ship and took my smeet back."

The bigger Irken scratched his chin, as though thinking over ZiM's answer.

The PAK grew impatient, "Instead, ZiM is stuck here and is unable to save the smeet…"

Sizz Lorr smirked, then chuckled, "It seems this is enough of a revenge for me. It may not be twenty years, but it's a start."

ZiM's eyes widened, the lights in his optical orbs going pin-point, and he roared, the robotic tentacles zipping through the bars and latching onto Sizz Lorr's arms and throat, "How DARE you! You yourself fought beside ZiM to rid this universe of the parasite who stole ZiM's smeet! Why do you torment ZiM at the smeet's expense?"

The purple-eyed Irk just smirked, holding up a pass card, "Just wanted you to know that until the trial brains solidify their ruling, you're still a failure to this Empire."

The PAK stared at the card as Sizz Lorr swiped it against the lock and the bars were dropped.

ZiM dropped the larger Irk, growling, "Say what you will. But ZiM knows ZiM is the smeet's guardian no matter what others say."

The hologram walked past the chuckling Irk and out of the cellblock, presenting himself to a few guards standing at their posts out in the hallway. The guards gave him a wary look, some of them fidgeting uncomfortably under ZiM's gaze. ZiM locked onto one guard in particular, who whimpered, then screamed, dropping his staff and running down the hall.

The hologram smirked, and walked along, hearing Sizz Lorr's steps behind him.

ZiM growled, "You follow? Is ZiM not free to leave?"

The fry cook shook his head, "I was sent to have you moved to the command deck, not to let you leave. Your Voot had its engines taken out, too, so don't even think about it."

The hologram's form flickered, "Fine. Then ZiM will have to take yours."

Sizz Lorr growled back, "You're not leaving, ZiM."

"ZiM will leave," the hologram hissed, "when ZiM says."

The fry cook scoffed, seemingly ignoring the little PAK's threat, but kept a wary eye on him, getting ready to expect ZiM to run when it suited him. The little Irk was well known for his ability to escape.

More guards at the end of the hallway stood rigid and stiff when ZiM and Sizz Lorr approached them. They were watching the special elevator in case the PAK tried to run.

The hologram watched the guards, hoping to instill a fear in them as he had with the other guard, but Sizz Lorr nudged him, breaking his terrifying gaze and led him into the opening elevator.

"Come on, ZiM," he growled, "save your anger for the parasite."

ZiM nodded, for once feeling as though his outcries and pleas for retaliation were heard. He stepped into the elevator and was nudged into a corner by Sizz Lorr's girth.

The PAK grumbled and shut off its hologram, "Ever consider the personal space of others?"

Sizz Lorr growled, "Ever consider you suck?"

ZiM hissed, "ZiM resents that! ZiM is almighty and amazing and is caretaker of the precious smeet!"

"And yet," the fry cook mused, scratching his chin as the elevator's doors closed and started moving upwards, "you're stuck here in an elevator."

The PAK floated up to Sizz Lorr's face, "Because ZiM is being held prisoner!"

The purple-eyed Irk snagged ZiM in his giant hand and tossed him around a bit like a ball, "Just try to keep yourself calm, ZiM. We'll talk to the Tallests and then you'll get your one phone call."

The PAK allowed itself to be bounced around in the annoying fashion, "Phone call? Who would ZiM call with something so important as this?"

Sizz Lorr shrugged, still tossing the PAK around a bit and exited when the elevator stopped and the doors opened, "How should I know? I'm not exactly up on your personal life."

The PAK hovered away from the fry cook and reinstated its hologram, growling, "And yet, you know enough about ZiM to do hurt! Never bring Eleven up as the subject of revenge again or ZiM will harvest your organs!"

Sizz Lorr smirked, "I could care less about that."

"And then ZiM will put those organs into healthy people!"

The fry cook stopped in his tracks, eyes ablaze, "You wouldn't dare! These organs could be irreparably healed if put into a healthy Irken!"

ZiM sneered, "Yes, and with all the advances in our medicines, your organs will have lost all the crust and grimes from all that fast food."

Sizz Lorr hissed, his hands in giant, fury-shaken fists, "ZiM," he growled, "… you win… you win. I won't mention the smeet again."

The hologram nodded, "That's right you won't…" ZiM walked past the giant Irk, seeming intent upon walking into the doors before him that led into the command deck and where the Tallests would be, but he turned around as though remembering something, "Oh, and ZiM already has a part of your spooch tucked away as collateral."

The fry cook looked surprised, then snarled. With the way ZiM truly was, no one or their organs could be safe anymore. That PAK was one tough-

"Cookie!" shouted Tallest Purple as the doors opened, "I demanded a large, super deluxe, mega cookie with donuts instead of chocolate chips five minutes ago! Where is it?"

Tallest Red glared at his companion, "Well geez, they have to bake it first, you know."

Purple whimpered, "Yeah, but I'm hungry now!" he crossed his arms, "They should've had it ready for me!"

Red was about to snap back, but was interrupted by a familiar shout, "And so you expect your crew to be mind reader? HA! With their intellectually lacking jobs and inability to even do the simplest things for themselves, I'm surprised you're even able to get your ship out of the atmosphere!" ZiM paused, "Or maybe they're scared that they will potentially die because Reep has ZiM's smeet!"

The entire control room fell silent as ZiM and Sizz Lorr entered, the little hologram marching straight up to the Tallests, "Need ZiM have to remind you of the terrors that ensued the LAST time?"

No one spoke. No one wanted to make ZiM even angrier.

The hologram scoffed, then turned back to Sizz Lorr, "My phone call?"

Sizz Lorr nodded and pointed at the screen, "It won't be private."

ZiM growled, "Right now? ZiM could care less…"

The hologram walked up to a console closest to the screen and dialed in a quick number. The face of a large-headed human popped up, but he wasn't looking at the screen. He was sitting on his couch, watching TV and eating a cone of ice cream.

ZiM cleared his throat loudly and the human looked up, "Whuh-? Hey ZiM! Why are you calling my house, this number is for emergencies and big foot spottings only. I don't think I gave you the number for ghosts. Did I give you my special secret number for ghost spottings, ZiM?"

The hologram continued to glare, "No, Dib. You didn't."

Dib took a lick at his ice cream, "Oh, well, it's actually really cool, because the numbers do the song of the 'Ghostbusters'. So it's-"

"Dib," ZiM interrupted with a sick smile on his face, "was there anything, oh… I don't know… important you were supposed to do for me while I was… away? You know, something… important that I left you to take care of?"

The human's eyes widened and he laughed nervously, "What? Pfft, of course! Yeah, I, uh, remembered that I was…" he paused, "… watching Eleven! I was watching Eleven, sorry, we've been up all night because he was at my house for a sleep over and uh… we're tired," he said seriously, "very tired. We stayed up telling ghost stories and doing dares. So… he's in the bathroom right now, trying to wake up again, so-" Dib yelled out into the house, as though talking to the smeet, "E? Eleven? ZiM's on the phone, I think he wants to talk to you!"

"Stop talking to your imaginary friends, Dib!" came his sister's response from her room.

The human gulped and looked back at the screen, "Ahh… yeah, so… he's washing up again… You can't hear him, but I did…"

ZiM shook his head, "Oh, that's O.K. I already spoke with him."

Dib dropped his ice cream cone, "What? You did? Oh… geez, ZiM, I'm so sorry, I forgot, I swear. See, this 'Bigfoot's Real' marathon was on when you called to ask me, so I wasn't really listening, but I'll go over now and check on him for you."

The hologram shook his head again, "That won't be necessary. The smeet won't be there."

The human looked confused, "How could he not be home? He hates going out by himself!"

ZiM growled, "Probably because while you were watching TV, Eleven was being babysat by three incompetent Irken Elites, who let him get kidnapped by Reep, who was supposed to be in jail!"

Dib chewed on his fingers, "But… But… Reep not jailed no more? When did that happen? Where have I been?"

The hologram crossed his arms, "Believe me, Dib, I only found out when Reep took the smeet a few hours ago…"

The child slumped back in his couch, looking distraught, "Aww, man… ZiM… I'm so, so, sorry. I really am."

ZiM sighed, "There wasn't much you could've done anyway, Dib. I just wanted to let you know in case you suddenly remembered and found the base trashed."

Dib sat up straighter, "Want me to get Tak's ship and find GIR then meet you somewhere?"

The PAK nodded, "That would be a reasonable action. We'll talk later while ZiM figures a couple things out."

The Massive cut the feed and Dib jumped to his feet, "This is my chance to redeem myself! Eleven's in trouble and it's partially my fault! Gotta spring into action!"

He looked down at the puddle of melted ice cream and decided facing Gaz's wrath when he came back would be bad, "… After I clean this up, of course."

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Fifth chapter and what do you want me to say? You won't see Reep or Eleven in the next one, though. But, DAMN, havin' Purple talk about a cookie THAT big and THAT awesome makes me want one! Also, if you're an artist and like Eclipse, check me out on deviantart. Penname is the same as the deviant name, megadoomingir. And I also love fan art. Send me a link, and I'll be sure to talk to you. I'll make it a priority.