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Blog Entry: wg;sphjeojblsjiowsmbilsejhl;snbli3jbiojagkljwzlbjeal
Posted by: pixiepumpkin
Posted: September 25, 2009, 7:27:18 AM
Updated: September 25, 2009, 7:36:54 AM
Posted: September 25, 2009, 7:27:18 AM
Updated: September 25, 2009, 7:36:54 AM
The Tallest has long since cut the transmission, but Zim was still staring at the screen in complete and total anguish.
A defective? That’s what he was? That was his sole purpose; messing things up?
“Master…?” GIR reached out to the irken, putting a claw on his shoulder.
Previous taunts, and voices rang through his head.
“The Tallest lied to you! Your mission is all a big lie!”
“The Tallest lied to get rid of you!”
“ Irken invader Zim, no longer an invader; you will forever be banished to Foodcourtia.”
“And for all we care, you can just shrivel up and blow away, RUNT!”
His knees weak, he fell down, holding himself up by his hands to keep his face from smacking the ground.
“Master..?” came that same innocent and concerned voice.
Finally, Zim turned to him. “So….you’re not advanced..?”
GIR’s antenna drooped as he looked to the ground. He always had a feeling he wasn’t the “top advanced model” Zim had believed him to be, but wasn’t too sure.
Zim just sounded tired, broken, and crushed. “I had a feeling….I could tell since the moment I got you that you were just stupid….I’m surprised I didn’t catch onto all of this sooner…”
The SIR unit twiddled his fingers nervously. “You….gonna get rid of me..?”
“…………….I don’t know..”
GIR was crushed by that remark; his eyes welling up with tears. The fact that Zim even had to think about getting rid of him tore at his little heart.
And though Zim could tell that what he had said deeply hurt his sidekick….he didn’t care… Or, yet, he didn’t know if he should care that he hurt GIR’s feelings….or even anything at this point. His own purpose had been cruelly snatched away from him. What was the point anymore? Should he activate the self-destruct button on his arm? Turn off all security around his base so Dib could come finish him off? Reveal himself to earth authorities? Reveal himself seemed to be the best option…perhaps he could put GIR and Minimoose in hiding so no one could hurt them. Or shut them down so they wouldn’t feel a thing if the authorities opened them up.
“Squee…?” came a little squeak from the door; Minimoose.
Zim stared at Minimoose. “….”
Minimoose gave a “what’s going on?” look to GIR, but the robot just shrugged, and moved out of the way as Zim brushed past him.
Zim’s heart was hallow and empty; his eyes burned and the world seemed dark and dim…with no purpose or reason for being.
Just like me…
He wandered his way over to Dib’s house and knocked on the door.
When the boy answered, he gasped, swinging the door open and banging Zim’s face with the door. “ZIM!” He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, growling. “What are you doing here??” His eyes went slightly wide. “And…why aren’t you wearing your cruddy disguise?”
The irken had figured that if he went, exposing himself to the world, someone would eventually snatch him up and take him for an autopsy.
A defective? That’s what he was? That was his sole purpose; messing things up?
“Master…?” GIR reached out to the irken, putting a claw on his shoulder.
Previous taunts, and voices rang through his head.
“The Tallest lied to you! Your mission is all a big lie!”
“The Tallest lied to get rid of you!”
“ Irken invader Zim, no longer an invader; you will forever be banished to Foodcourtia.”
“And for all we care, you can just shrivel up and blow away, RUNT!”
His knees weak, he fell down, holding himself up by his hands to keep his face from smacking the ground.
“Master..?” came that same innocent and concerned voice.
Finally, Zim turned to him. “So….you’re not advanced..?”
GIR’s antenna drooped as he looked to the ground. He always had a feeling he wasn’t the “top advanced model” Zim had believed him to be, but wasn’t too sure.
Zim just sounded tired, broken, and crushed. “I had a feeling….I could tell since the moment I got you that you were just stupid….I’m surprised I didn’t catch onto all of this sooner…”
The SIR unit twiddled his fingers nervously. “You….gonna get rid of me..?”
“…………….I don’t know..”
GIR was crushed by that remark; his eyes welling up with tears. The fact that Zim even had to think about getting rid of him tore at his little heart.
And though Zim could tell that what he had said deeply hurt his sidekick….he didn’t care… Or, yet, he didn’t know if he should care that he hurt GIR’s feelings….or even anything at this point. His own purpose had been cruelly snatched away from him. What was the point anymore? Should he activate the self-destruct button on his arm? Turn off all security around his base so Dib could come finish him off? Reveal himself to earth authorities? Reveal himself seemed to be the best option…perhaps he could put GIR and Minimoose in hiding so no one could hurt them. Or shut them down so they wouldn’t feel a thing if the authorities opened them up.
“Squee…?” came a little squeak from the door; Minimoose.
Zim stared at Minimoose. “….”
Minimoose gave a “what’s going on?” look to GIR, but the robot just shrugged, and moved out of the way as Zim brushed past him.
Zim’s heart was hallow and empty; his eyes burned and the world seemed dark and dim…with no purpose or reason for being.
Just like me…
He wandered his way over to Dib’s house and knocked on the door.
When the boy answered, he gasped, swinging the door open and banging Zim’s face with the door. “ZIM!” He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, growling. “What are you doing here??” His eyes went slightly wide. “And…why aren’t you wearing your cruddy disguise?”
The irken had figured that if he went, exposing himself to the world, someone would eventually snatch him up and take him for an autopsy.