Zim sat on the floor, like he had done for many days. Almost a month had went by, and yet he had never gotten over the new revelation.
So in his mild grief, he sat there unmoving.
He now refused the basic needs of life. He refused to eat, feeling that he should never endeavor in such a luxury. He refused to sleep, feeling that if he did, he would only be plagued by nightmares. He even refused to leave his base, for he felt he had no need to go on with his human lifestyle.
So there he sat, in almost a hibernation type trance.
Just then he heard the front door creak open, but he did not bother to see who it was. He immediately thought it was GIR, whom he had sent away, right after his depression began. He felt the luxury of having a companion, was to high for him.
He felt betrayed, felt like a fool. A fool who believed a disgusting defective like him, could ever be an Irken Elite.
How he longed for the feeling that he knew what to do, always. How he longed to call someone he trusted “my Tallest.”
Suddenly Zim found himself pinned to the cold, unforgiving, floor. He struggled a bit, under the weight of his assailant, “Release me at once, hyman!”
“No, not until you tell me, what your up to!” Yelled the person who had practically sat on his back.
Zim knew who it was, but could not believe it. It was Dib. The boy who had seemed to ignore, or even forget about Zim, once hi-skool had started for them. Now here he was yet again, in the war to save or destroy Earth.
“Zim is up to nothing, pig-headed fool boy!” Zim yelled, still trying his hardest to get Dib off of him.
“Then where have you been?” Asked Dib, he had an annoyed expression, which was not far from the truth.
“In here! Sulking!” Zim gave up now, and stopped struggling.
“Sulking? Why, would you be sulking?” Dib wasn’t buying it.
Zim looked up at him, hatred in his eyes, “Why in the Hell, would I tell you?”
Dib practically growled, “Fine don’t tell me! It’s not like I care anyway!” Dib then stood, and began to stomp to the front door, preparing to leave.
“No, wait!” Zim yelled after him.
“What?” Dib turned, harshly glaring daggers at Zim.
“Zim was- I was banished.” Zim whimpered.
Dib raised his eyebrow, “Why? What happened?”
“It was a lie! They gave me the mission to rid themselves of me. Now Zim is alone! Zim doesn’t have a Tallest anymore!” Zim cried.
“A lie?” Dib, if he was still in primary skool, would have laughed, but now older, he found no comedy in Zim’s torment, “Can’t your care for yourself?”
“No, Zim was dependent on his Tallest! Now he’s alone!” Zim cried.
Zim then looked at Dib pleadingly, “Your pretty tall, will you be my Tallest?”
“Me? Help you?” Dib crossed his arms, preparing to say “No,” but instead looked deep into Zim’s magenta eyes, “So, you’ll do everything I tell you? No matter how demeaning?”
“Zim, will do his best!” Zim answered.
“Fine,” Dib rolled his eyes, nevertheless, even he had to admit he enjoyed the thought.
Zim clapped his hands together then quickly wrapped his arms around Dib, in a death grip of a hug, “Thank you Di- my Tallest!”
Dib laughed a bit, “Okay, but first order of business. I need to move in.”