A/N: Here is the next chapter. It's getting a bit hard to write now. Some parts tend to write themselves, but others need my input. Well, read on and enjoy my lovely readers.

Disclaimer: Zim isn't mine. He belongs to JV. And neither is GIR nor Nny (forget the last character, he won't appear in this. Or maybe he should).

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It was cold, dark and scary in this room. It smelled funny; he didn't like it. He wanted to go back home and see his Mommy again, but it hurt. Why did it have to hurt? He felt so frightened and alone, never knew a fear like this ever existed. He had only been afraid of monsters under his bed, or spiders on his pillow, but he was different... He was real. Why did it have to hurt? Why did the mean man have to…?

There was a bang.

Zim woke with a start, and hit his head on the top of his bed. The noise seemed so real. It could have almost been in the room...

"Ow!" He rubbed his throbbing head as he saw pretty stars.

"Where... where am I?" he asked the thinning air of his chamber.

The sleeping gas must still be taking effect on his brain, because he was unsure of himself. The name 'Zim' was now a mere memory at the back of his mind.

His vision was blurry as he tried to look out the glass of his see-through bed. He didn't recognise his lab since his brain still felt groggy from sleep, and from being in such a small space with limited air.

Once the fatigue of sleep finally left him, the jig-saw pieces started to fix together again. He remembered her...

He bolted up once his memory came back, forgetting about the glass as he hit his head again. An irritated hiss escaped his mouth.

Did it all really happen? Was he being haunted by a ghost? Ridiculous.

He chuckled over the thought as he tried to get out of his chamber, but his brain was still sleepy.

Her face was ingrained in his mind still. She had red stuff in her hair...

"Could it be... blood? Chilling. I wonder what made her bleed like so?"

He felt around the glass as he couldn't find an escape route. So he kicked the glass above, hoping to set himself free. But he didn't have the leg power.

He slumped back down, breathing heavily. It was a good thing Irkens don't get Claustrophobia. Or maybe they do?

Sweat dripped off his forehead once the glass walls started closing in, but that wasn't the only sensation... Something was pressing him down. He couldn't move a muscle. He wanted to scream, but his mouth was clamped shut.

So he closed his eyes, connecting to his PAK via the mind. His legs slithered out like silver snakes, and joined together to form a blinding white light.

The blast thrust a hole through the chamber, and shattered the glass to a million pieces. There was a huge, gaping hole at the top of his bed now, but he only lay there dumbstruck. He had no idea what just happened.

He was free to move his body and limbs, so he sat up through the newly created hole in his see-through sarcophagus.

"What was that all about?"

Zim climbed out and slid down the side of the chamber, landing very ungracefully on the floor where there was a pile of broken glass. Ouch. He was all right in the end though.

He stood up and looked around the room, keeping one hand on the glass to steady his weight. He was really confused. Even his antennae looked like they were bending together to form a question mark.

He turned around to look back at his bed, feeling no hint of remorse over his loss. Who needed sleep, anyway? In fact, he didn't care if he never slept again.

According to the timer on his bed, he slept for three hours. How nice.

He was standing in a large room as his footsteps echoed through the empty space. The dim light cast eerie shadows across the hall, stretching his own against the far wall. It almost resembled one of his Tallest.

The air felt strange as something was definitely amiss. Not even Zim was that oblivious to notice the sudden change. It all transpired when he first fixed his PAK. He was certain.

He had a new perspective of the world that some people would probably sell a part of their soul to possess. The humans didn't know a good thing when they had it, and now an alien has that opportunity to sense their world in its true light.

Zim would have been quite happy to sell his new gift (especially to Dib, let him suffer). Being followed by a little girl who was apparently dead just didn't seem all that appealing to him.

Glass crunched under his boots as he walked to the middle of the room. "Computer!" he called.

No answer.

"COMPUTER!"

"What is it now?"

"Did you record the footage from my dream?"

"Was I supposed to?"

Zim ground his teeth together. "Never mind," he hissed. "I guess Zim shall never know now what really happened in his dream." There was a brief pause from him. "I've seen her again, computer. That little girl I mean. Apparently, she's some type of ghost. Can you believe it?"

He gave a chuckle and held his sides.

There was no response from the computer.

"Does it not amuse you? Laugh, computer. That's an order."

"Oh, uh... ha-ha-ha-ha. Can I stop now?"

"Yeah sure, whatever," Zim said.

Next, a horrible feeling grew inside his Squeedlyspooch. He dashed to the elevator to look around his base, making sure his dream wasn't real. No living nightmares were going to haunt him.

There was no sign of a little ghost anywhere in his expansive network of tunnels. Maybe he's going insane and seeing things that aren't there. Or maybe... No, it was impossible. Ghosts do not exist. The dead does not carry on existing after they die. Their bodies rot, and then their minds disappear forever. Shut down like a broken machine.

As logical as these explanations were, there was still some feeling of doubt in his small alien stomach.

Almighty Tallest Purple even claimed he saw her, and his smelly service drone.

"Well, maybe he's going crazy too."

Zim shook his head to erase that thought from his mind. How dare he think such a thing of his Tallest. Any Irken could have themselves executed who thought on such offensive terms.

The only resolution now was to convince himself that the girl—and every other weird thing that has happened—was just some crazy illusion his mind conjured up.

The prospect of possibly being insane seemed more desirable than the prospect of seeing the dead. Then the more he thought about it, the two became very alike.

Only one word rang through his head until it ceased to the back of his mind. "Madness-madness-madness..."

He went to the upper level of the house to check on his two favourite minions, but they weren't around. The living room was empty and quiet.

There was a poorly written note attached to the couch with chewed up bubble-gum. Zim snatched it from the sticky adhesive and read the words, but it proved a difficult task.

Dear mastah! Me n moosey hav gon da zooooooooooooooooooo 2 C da rare chubbeh ladehz hibernatin in da shrubs!

B bck 4 Nooooon tomororo

Luv GIR and his toy moose.

xoxoxoxoxoxo

PMS … what chuuuu saaaaaay? PMS MEANS WHAT?!

(There was a line running through this sentence).

PS… Tell Heeeeeeeeeefcliff if he cums bck to go and &#! $%! himself to Timbuktu! he-he Timbuktu. Shuddup! IT NOT A REEL PLACE! Aaaargh!

Zim pulled the note away, horrified. From what he could gather, GIR and Minimoose had gone to see some chubby women at the city's zoo. He shivered over the thought. Knowing GIR, it was probably something entirely different.

Next, he ripped up the paper, without thinking about the poor tree that had to be cut down for GIR's note.

So he was alone? Good. For once he could finally concentrate on his plans for world domination, like every villain should. GIR wouldn't be around shouting in the background and declaring his nudity to the world.

The moose was fine. He didn't bother Zim so much. In fact, Zim sometimes forgot he existed. If his life were a cartoon series in another dimension, Minimoose probably would have had that one appearance. GIR, on the other hand, would have all the limelight in merchandise and whatnot.

The clock in the kitchen ticked-tocked away, which surprised Zim, since he didn't realise he owned a clock in the first place. The rhythmic ticking echoed throughout the house, counting down to some unforeseen terror.

He opened his mouth to speak, but he was interrupted by a monotonous voice.

"Go away."

If Zim's zipper-like teeth were a real zipper, then most people would probably pull the 'zip' to shut him up. He just loved the sound of his own voice too much.

Zim uncharacteristically gave in to the computer's retort, and went into the kitchen grumbling like an idiot. It was only pointless small talk, anyway. What did he care?

He stopped in between the doorway, and froze in place. His eyes locked onto the table. The doll was sitting right way up at the edge...

Zim backed up against the wall, shuffling along to avoid the doll. He swore he saw its head move.

The little alien could feel his heart racing while the doll stared, reminding him of a specific part of his dream.

"She only stared too..."

A small whimper escaped his mouth, and then a horrible sensation grew all over. It tied his spooch into a knot, turning his skin clammy.

It was genuine fear. Even little space bugs like Zim can get scared every once and a while.

Zim grabbed the doll with an extended arm from his PAK, and threw it out the window.

Why did he bring it back home? Just because it gave him some vision was not a viable excuse to bring home some dirty doll he found on the street.

It was a horrible experience becoming that little girl. Her painful memories were too powerful for him to cope. He wasn't even aware creatures could be that upset. There were all kinds of sadness, but that one beat them all.

Were they both the same girl: the one from his dream, and the other from his vision? That child from his nightmare was ugly and haggard, but the other looked like any normal Earth child. She was even—Zim wouldn't admit—kind of cute with her hair tied up in pig-tails. And she had the brightest pair of blue eyes he had ever seen.

That girl in his dream had grey eyes or hardly any colour. That old man had the same eyes too.

Zim shuddered, realising he'd had more experiences with ghosts now. "He was under that white sheet this morning..."

This was getting ridiculously insane. Ghosts are not real. Just something the humans made up to scare each other with. Ghost stories.

"What of the teacher, though? She's definitely not human."

It probably wasn't a good idea to think about that creature again, as all that fear flooded back inside like an icy plague.

If she had ever been here at all, then she was gone now. The house reeked of her presence before he went to bed, but it smelled normal again, like the sterilised scent of an alien hospital.

Maybe he scared her? It wouldn't have surprised him if it were so. The name 'Invader Zim' does strike fear into the hearts of whoever hears it.

Zim made it perfectly clear that he would not tolerate her haunting, and if she came back he would destroy her, even if she were already dead. He would find a way to kill her again, so that even her spirit ceased to exist. He noticed the more he thought about her, the more real she became.

He shook his head, and made his way down to his lab.

He went to check on his latest test subject, Lisa, the mouse girl, as his elevator brought him to his testing room where he housed various Earth specimens.

During his time here, he experimented with many small animals such as squirrels, chickens, and rats, but he never thought much of it when it came to testing on these creatures. The humans used similar animals in their own research projects, so what difference did it make if he used them too? Well that was his conclusion.

From time to time, Zim would use a human test subject; however, the humans only showed particular interest when a member of their own species is missing. So he didn't use too many humans, in case they ever got suspicious.

He walked past Nick inside his liquid tube, as small wires were attached to his face. Zim didn't realise before that humans couldn't breathe under water. He learnt that the hard way with an old test subject.

Nick's eyes followed Zim when he passed his tube. With his huge Cheshire Cat grin, it was hard to read the emotion in his eyes, but for a moment, they seemed to burn with hatred and fear. Though it passed quickly, since his happiness probe pulsated again.

Zim rounded a corner where there was a large cage at the end of a hall. More liquid tubes bubbled away, housing smaller life forms, such as squids and other marine life. Zim had his own mini aquarium. How neat.

He reached the cage that he used to house Lisa. In her cage she had a hamster wheel, food bowl and a water bottle attached to the bars by metal wires.

It was technically a human-sized version of a hamster cage. The bottom was even lined with newspaper and sawdust. In one corner, there was a child's play house that she used as a bed.

Lisa was running in her wheel, only stopping to take a drink from her bottle. When she finished drinking, she licked her hands and wiped her whole face clean with quick, mouse-like reflects.

Zim was impressed. She was performing all rodent-like traits. Even her gait had changed to crawling. She also feared cats, as she hid in her cage while Zim played a video of a cat stalking a mouse.

A mouse's brain is very small, but he managed to attach it to Lisa's nervous system. She literally had a pea brain now.

"That is why Zim is so amazing."

Zim stuck a piece of cheese through the bars. Lisa sniffed at the air, and crawled up to Zim and grabbed it with her teeth. Once the cheese was tucked safely in her hands, she began to nibble like a cute little mouse.

Her new brain didn't realise she had strong molars, which could grind her food. Instead she simply nibbled, clicking her front teeth together like nothing changed.

Zim pulled out an electronic pad from his PAK, and took some notes of the full-grown woman. She was very attractive with long black hair and brown eyes, but, unfortunately, her olive complexion paled due to her captive environment.

Squid man seemed fine after his alteration. He was even aware he wasn't a squid anymore, because he tried to shoot ink and got upset. A shame that shark got him in the end, though.

Lisa, however, was oblivious. She seemed to think that she had always been a mouse. That's because she used to be a bimbow, who only cared for her looks.

That was probably why she pushed in front of Zim at the supermarket, since he looked like an ugly human boy. Pretty people tend to think they are better than everyone else. Well Zim showed her.

Zim had preserved her brain, which was pretty pointless since it didn't show great potential. But he needed to study the human mind to help with his research.

Lisa went back to her wheel and ran around again. At least she's getting exercise, and maintaining that amazing body of hers (it's her new treadmill).

The squeaking of Lisa's wheel resounded through the lab, while the tubes created a smooth sonata of babbling music. The pink liquid in each cast a reddish glow over the room, making it peacefully eerie.

The clicking of Zim's pen was audible amongst other sounds, as he wrote down Lisa's behaviour with perfect timing. But another noise occurred. It was a strange clanking which confused Zim. His right antenna tuned in like a satellite to detect the noise from afar.

His brain tried to tell him what that noise was. He did know it, but it made no sense. The sound increased, growing louder by the second.

Zim made an involuntary growl, and walked around the corner to inspect the sound's source, and hopefully make it stop.

The main hall was empty, which wasn't right. Nick was sleeping in his tube, so the noise couldn't have come from him. The other life forms weren't as advanced to create such a noise.

Zim gave up, forgetting he ever heard anything, and went back to work. But another three seconds passed until he heard it again. He recognised it now. It was the sound of metal banging against the wall, which still left him very confused. What could be creating that sound?

The noise rang again. It was coming from his worktop where he kept a few tools for building and experimenting. He went over to investigate. Everything looked normal until he saw something move with his right eye.

One of his hanging tools lifted slightly from its place, and hit the wall again with a chime. That must have created the metallic sound.

Zim stared wide-eyed as the tool lifted again, but with a force now that thrust it off the wall and onto his head with a thud.

Zim didn't notice the pain once the tool hit his skull. He only stared at the metal object at his feet with disbelief.

"Did that just fall off all by itself?" He shook his head.

Maybe it was just some magnetic force deep in the Earth's crust. It happens all the time, nothing to worry about.

Zim looked down at the metal object. It was an Irken wrench.

He saw how far it had fallen from its hook on the wall. It almost seemed to have flown from place. So he bent to pick it up, noticing how the metal was cold, even with his gloved hands.

His fingers tingled from the touch as the sensation ran up his arm, bringing him a faded image. It flashed briefly, but for a moment he saw something. The whole image was full of red liquid.

His eyes shot open as he threw the wrench on top of his worktop. Then he ran back to Lisa, and continued to work on his project. But he couldn't keep his hand steady, which made his writing look like childish scribbles. He lifted his trembling hand in front of his face. Now he knew how jelly felt.

Lisa was still spinning in her wheel, as her strong arms and legs carried her perfect frame. If Zim had been a human male, he may have found her too distracting, but, of course, he's just a little space bug that doesn't see the appeal in Earth woman, or men, for that matter.

Instead, he could only think about incorporating some tunnels, so that Lisa could...

He heard a similar tapping, but this time it came from somewhere behind. It was the sound of bone against glass...

Next, he saw a white figure in the corner of his eye, resting upon a glass tube to his right. His heart beat faster.

The tapping grew louder. He couldn't take it anymore. So he threw the pad against the tube, as the sharp, thin metal cracked a hole in the glass, allowing the liquid to burst through.

Pink water flooded the floor along with a brood of jellyfish. But Zim only stared, uncomprehending, as the water splashed his boots. His eyes never left the spot where he saw a... He didn't know what.

Zim breathed quickly, keeping a watchful eye on the shattered tube.

"W-who's there?" he said in a small, shaky voice. He gulped, knowing he wasn't going to get an answer.

He remembered the doll that stared him out in the kitchen. The memory brought that same feeling of terror in his gut.

He felt a tuck on his left antenna. He screamed, slipping back as he stepped on a lone jellyfish. Once he fell down, he looked up fervently, but there was nothing but air.

Lisa was hiding in her playhouse, as her brown eyes peeped out the little hole in the door. Zim detected that same look she gave the cat on the video. She was scared of something, but what? Nick, however, looked as happy as always.

He jumped up onto his feet and shivered, not because he was both wet and cold, but because he was scared.

"Computer," he croaked.

He didn't get a reply.

Zim grew anxious, and addressed the computer with more force.

"Comp—" he gasped suddenly.

A strong pressure blocked his airway as he collapsed to the floor. His stomach felt like it was turning inside out, so he tried to vomit, but nothing came. Next he felt those painful bruises appearing on his skin.

Something cold ran down the side of his head. Was he dying? In his weak state, he noticed how his blood turned red. Whose blood was this?

He didn't know how long it lasted, but he could feel the relief of death slowly approaching. His world was growing dark in his peripheral vision, and then he saw a single point of light.

It grew closer until it was all he could see. It made him feel warm and content, but he couldn't reach it. He saw his Daddy for only a second, but he soon vanished. His whole world turned cold. And he took his last breath.

Zim woke moments later. Had he passed out?

A painful migraine throbbed through his skull, like tiny mice gnawing on the inside of his brain.

He felt his neck, which hurt to touch. There was a dark bruise. He couldn't see his skin due to his clothing, but he felt the bruises underneath there too. His Squeedlyspooch was also in pain, as it hurt with each breath.

A puddle of red blood lay on the floor beside him. He winced away in disgust.

Whatever that sensation was he was glad to be rid of it. It was slow and painful. It wasn't right. Nothing felt right anymore.

He stood with legs like gelatine, and looked around the room, knowing he wasn't alone. She was there and everywhere...

"I know you're there," he said to the cold atmosphere of his lab. "Show yourself! You dare to make Zim feel pain? I will kill you."

The room remained quiet, apart from the bubbling tubes around him.

"I said come out! I'm not afraid. I'll withstand anything you throw at me. You're nothing but a pathetic brat. Come out so I can destroy you already!"

He shifted his eyes around the lab, waiting for that moment of terror when she finally arrived.

A shadow moved across the wall.

He jerked his head in its direction, and watched it move across the room and behind some tubes.

Wasting no time, he ran after the shadow, and came to a small space behind the tubes. His smile stretched into a grimace, flashing his jagged teeth.

"I've got you cornered."

There was a small, shaking shadow sitting against the wall. Petrified, Zim approached it, looking very insane with his crazed smile.

"You can't hide from me now."

Next, he was thrust against the wall. A force was trying to pull his legs apart, but no matter how hard he tried to break away, the force was still too strong.

Zim whimpered, and extended his PAK legs to pull himself off the wall. He was free from that forceful grip, noticing how he still ached.

The sensation grew to an intimate region between his legs. He didn't like where this was leading, but he wasn't going to give up, not without a fight.

He scuttled across to the main hall like a demonic spider, as his red eyes illuminated in the dark. He wheezed with each breath, making him sound psychotic. He was a monster now, especially with his arachnid legs glinting in the light of his lair.

A rattling sounded through his chest now, as it clawed its way up his throat and turned into a creepy laugh.

Zim was insane now. Well, even more so.

His eyes blurred out of his skull, inspecting the darkest shadows for any sign of movement.

"Come out from wherever you're hiding," he rasped. He lowered to the ground, and drew his legs back into his PAK.

He heard a strange sucking sound next, and turned towards the source.

In a dark corner, between two liquid tubes, sat a hunched figure bowing its head. It made a small noise like crying.

Zim's heart leaped to his mouth. He began to sweat, feeling his skin grow hot and sticky.

Nonetheless, as terrified as he was, he approached the hunched figure. His smile grew insane, baring all his sharp teeth and gums with malice.

"Get up," he hissed.

The figure stiffened, but it kept its head bowed.

"Get up and face me, you worthless brat!"

The figure raised its head, bearing a small, broken face covered in bruises. Her eyes were like those of a dead fish, as her hair was dishevelled with dry clumps of blood.

Her mouth gaped open next, and then a squeak escaped her lips.

Zim stepped back. He wasn't prepared to look at her face. She was even scarier than she was in his nightmare.

She rose slowly to her feet, and came out of the shadows, never taking those dead fish eyes off him. Then she was right in front of him, seeming to take no steps at all to get to where he was.

They were three feet apart now. Zim staggered back, trying to break the small space between them. His red eyes were wide and anxious. The shine to them nearly vanished as they looked almost as lifeless as hers.

She was smaller than he was, reaching just below his neck.

They continued to stare at each other for what seemed like an eternity, as ghost and alien.

Zim finally mustered up a bit of courage to speak. He wasn't feeling so valiant now.

"I-I'm not afraid of you..."

His words must have had some effect because she looked up at him. Her eyes, for a second, grew some life to them, almost looking concerned. She seemed to have acknowledged what he said.

Her mouth moved slightly, trying to form words, but she couldn't speak, since Zim didn't want to listen.

She shifted closer as Zim gave a shrill scream. "Stay back, or feel the full power of my wrath!"

He extended his legs and shot a small beam from each point. He normally used them for welding, or for cutting holes into a solid surface, but they did make useful weapons, especially at times like these.

His blast had no effect. It hit the tube behind her, shattering the glass to pieces.

The pink liquid burst from the impact. Fish pooled out onto the floor, flapping around with what life remained inside them.

A feral growl escaped Zim's jaws. He lunged at her only to have his hands go through air.

She vanished.

Next, he sensed movement from behind, and turned around. She was standing just where he had been before, switching roles. He glared at her with fierce eyes.

"I told you to stay away, and yet you came back to haunt me? You have no idea who you're dealing with, Earth spirit!"

He spat the last word with venom, putting strong emphasis on the T.

"I will destroy you, I'll find a way. And when I do even your soul will vanish forever!Hahahaha! Be prepared to disappear into nothingness!"

Her stoic expression seemed to break slightly after he yelled those things at her.

Zim blasted her again with one of his lasers, but it went right through her head. It left a scorch mark on the wall.

He stepped back, unsure of what to do next. The blood nearly drained from his face as he watched her face grow livid. It was frightening, even more so than when she appeared lifeless.

Her brows creased into a dark ridge, and then her eyes turned electric blue. She opened her mouth to let out a shrill scream.

Zim pulled on his antennae just to relieve himself from the sound. It felt ten times more painful with his sensitive hearing.

Her scream was like a siren, echoing dangerously throughout the lab. It sounded like a warning, shattering each glass tube around them.

Zim released a blood-curdling scream of his own, as he fell to the floor. Now he closed his eyes, hoping it would all disappear.

Next, he felt a pair of icy hands touch his face, and he screamed once again.

"Get away from me!" he yelled, backing up to the base of a shattered tube. He looked up only to see air.

She was gone, but for how long. That changed look in her eyes said otherwise. She was out to get him now. Zim was sure of it. He must find a way to destroy her before she destroyed him.

He stood on his feet and looked around at the state of his lab. It looked like a bomb exploded. He would make her pay for ruining his equipment too. Irken glass was expensive, and he would not stoop so low to purchase Earth glass.

His clothes were also wet, but the liquid only burnt him slightly. He must have built immunity to Earth substances at last (even though the preservation liquid was made with some Irken ingredients).

"Yeah... and don't think about coming back!" he said, having the last word.

"Who are you talking to?"

Zim froze when he heard the computer's voice, and let out a sigh. He still can't be the only one who can see her.

"Just clean up this mess, computer," he said, half-heartedly.

"What do you want me to do with Neural Experiment number two thirty one?"

"What are you talking about? Who is this Neural Experiment two thirty—?"

"It's Nick, sir," the computer replied, irritated.

"Eh? Oh, yes, of course. What's wrong with him?"

"His glass tube has shattered. He looks like a fish out of water."

"But he's hyooman."

Zim heard the computer sigh.

"Why is my computer sighing?"

"Just, I don't know. Find some temporary tube to keep him in for now. I have more important matters to attend to, computer. So much more..." He wrung his wrists next as his gloves squeaked.

Zim went to check on Lisa. See seemed fine, and he was happy about that.

What was he going to do now? How does one kill a ghost that is dead already? Nothing made sense anymore.

He got in his elevator and went up to the living quarters of his base. Once he arrived, he gazed out the window. The sky outside was black.

It was too quiet. The clock stopped ticking in the kitchen. Was there really ever one in the first place?

The moment of terror had passed, so the ticking ceased.

Now the war began.

Think happy thoughts :)

A/N: I read this chapter back, and I was like, "Did I write that!" I'm usually more rainbows and kittens with my stories, but this... this is something new. This may be quite tame for some of you; it's not all blood and guts in the end like JtHM.

Update: It took me nearly three years to finally say, so much that I've already graduated from University (yay me, I passed), but I named this chapter 'Shattered Glass' because I noticed at the time it's a re-occurring feature — glass breaking and smashing. It's also used as a metaphor here, as if Zim's last bit of sanity has shattered away like glass. Just wanted to get that out. The writing above was written three years ago, and the rest below, so still see it as past me. It must be, because I've written worse and more bloody stuff since (me up there writing that sentence three years ago had not yet. Take that past me!) You can really see yourself growing as a writer in your old a/ns.

Zim's too cute when he goes insane. I just want to squeeze him till his eyes pop out. His evil laugh was too precious (that was weird, forget that last sentence).

If you could understand what the force was replaying that pushed Zim against the wall, then good. I don't want to explain. It was hard for me to write. But the little girl needs her story out (no child should suffer).

She's not trying to hurt Zim, not intentionally. She's just trying to communicate with him, but she doesn't know of any other way. She may not even be aware she's doing it. They're connected now, spiritually. All the sensations Zim felt in the lab is a recount of her death played back inside him. Except when he was in the glass coffin. That was actually something waking him up. I used to know someone who told me they felt a sensation like that while they were asleep. They said that they couldn't move their head off their pillow. Could be sleep paralysis, but who knows.

A mouse brain would never fit into a human skull. Never ever. Their brains are too tiny (I'm sure you already figured that out yourself). Lisa is smarter as a mouse now. Go figure...

Ha, PMS. You've gotta love GIR, and I pardon his language (and his spelling of the word 'cum'). I actually did have a line running through that sentence on Microsoft Word, but ff left it out. Shame, it would have looked like a real mistake.

Dib would love this Alien v Ghost theme. I can see his happy little face already. He will come into this again, because I miss him too.

I don't like to give too much away, but I promise this will end a lot better than it started. I will make you cry, and feel all the warmth the world has to offer.