Dib has found something he wasn't meant to see, and whether he wanted to or not, he would need to confront Zim with this new knowledge. No matter how it may end.
"Hhhhhheeey, Zim." The red one said.
"Yeah, hey Zim!" The other, purple one, exclaimed.
"Sooo guess what! We got out of that whole, Florpus, thing. Ring any bells?"
"Yeah, you know, the one YOU made?!"
"But you know what? That's all in the past!"
"YEAH, in the past-wait, really, we're just gonna let him get away with-"
"Of course not, that's what I'm getting to!"
"Oh, right right."
"*Sigh* But...as said, that's in the past! No hard feelings, no hard feelings at all! Cause if there were, that would mean we would have to send the entire Irken Armada to that piece of junk called a planet and erase any trace of your little, itty-bitty existence!
"Such a bore!"
"Exactly, couldn't say it better myself. So, instead of doing all of that work, we decided it would be best to...what was the word again...RETIRE! Yes, to retire you as an Irken Invader! And as an Irken Soldier...or an Irken at all."
"So, congratulations! You now have all the time in the world to enjoy your stay on that planet of yours."
"We even took the precaution of blacklisting it from any and all Irken databases so that no one will come and disturb your well-deserved vacation. Imagine, no one will come looking for you, no one will find you, it will be as if that planet, or even you as a matter of fact, don't exist."
"Doesn't that just sound GREAT!"
"We sure think so! So much in fact, that we have made sure that any Irken that meets you, is obligated by the Tallest decree possible, to disintegrate you into atoms. You know, in case you get the wild idea to skip out on your vacation!"
"Wouldn't want you to do that *sniggering*!"
"And lastly, we finally managed to get a software engineer capable of making it impossible for you to hijack our coordinates and contact us. Which has been surprisingly difficult, and cost the Irken race about twenty percent of our greatest tech-minds their lives. So, congratulations on that, I guess. And we did that because...uhhh...you know what, screw it, WE DON'T WANT YOU ZIM! WE NEVER DID!"
"LIKE SERIOUSLY, I thought we had made that clear SEVERAL TIMES!"
"SO IF YOU EVER DARE SET FOOT ON IRKEN SPACE OR EVER SHOW YOUR FACE AND DISGUSTINGLY TINY BODY IN FRONT OF US, YOU WILL REGRET IT...how was that, was that good?"
"I don't know..."
"I think it went great."
"I don't feel like I got to say anything."
"What?! You did, you said...something, surely."
"See what I mean!"
"Well, it isn't my fault you couldn't remember any of your lines."
"ME?! You dropped the whole act at the end! Why did we even make lines if you're just gonna...Is, that still recording?"
"Huh? UGH, really?! Someone better edit out this last part or I SWEAR TO-"
With that, the video suddenly stopped, and Dib was left staring at his own dumbstruck expression in the TV's reflection.
He stood and stared blankly for what felt like an eternity, as he wrapped his head around all the information he had just listened to. Even when he hadn't fully comprehended it, he still felt the panic setting in and his lungs hyperventilating. It was as if his body instinctively knew something mind-shattering had entered his brain and was preparing for the inevitable meltdown.
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Invader Zim ZADR: How did we get here?
RomanceThings have changed after all these years. But are they willing to accept these changes, or will they keep denying them? And when Dib gets the chance to get rid of Zim for good, will he take it, or will the two of them find something else to keep th...
