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Year One
"I don't understand why you don't just fess up and tell him the truth if you're tired of it. Nobody's stopping you."
"Oh, yeah? And what am I gonna say, huh?! Oh, yeah, we've been lying to you this entire time and your so-called-mission is just a sham meant to make us and everyone else laugh at how pathetic and inept you are!"
"Uh...that. You'd say exactly that."
"...Oh. Yeah. Guess I could just say that! But aren't you afraid he's gonna come charging back here with a vengeance and, I don't know, try to blow us up or something?"
"Zim? Blow us up? Yeah right! He's too busy blowing up himself and screwing up his stupid, asinine plans! Like he'd ever come after us. After all, we're his best friends, right?"
"Like I'd ever wanna be friends with that puny little moron! Who would? I mean, he's completely useless! Everything he touches he ruins! I still can't believe he hasn't figured out that we've always hated him, even after all this time."
"He's not exactly the intelligent sort. You know, I'd bet he's so gullible that he probably wouldn't believe the truth if he heard it straight from our mouths!"
"...Are you sure about that? My Tallest?"
Silence. The shrill squeaking of a straw being pushed up and down within a plastic lid was what finally broke it.
"...Welp, that's awkward. You forgot to cut the connection again, didn't you, Purple?"
"Whoops! My bad."
Year Two
"Our new Tallest is a strange one, isn't he?""Eh? What makes you say that all of a sudden?"
"I mean, look at him! This is supposed to be a celebration! Operation Impending Doom II is done and dusted, and the glorious Irken Empire has emerged victorious as always! But he's just...sitting there. All by himself with that idiot SIR of his. He's not even eating anything. An Irken who doesn't want to chow after a flawless victory--what even is that?"
"Hmm...he does seem to be a bit down. Maybe you ought to ask him to dance."
"Me?! Ask the Tallest to dance?! N-no way! Besides...he's just...weird to me. I don't get good vibes from him. I think I'd rather not associate myself with him on a personal level."
"You're right about that. He doesn't fit in at all. Never did. You think the rumor's true? The one about him being severely Defective?"
"I don't know. But I have my suspicions...maybe I ought to report him to the Control Brains..."
"You shouldn't talk about our Tallest like that!"
"Shut up, Skoodge, you little half-pint! No one asked for your input!"
Year Three
"So...you've known about Zim's condition all along, have you?"Skoodge dropped his gaze, not wanting to meet the accusing eyes of his leader. "...I...I suspected," he admitted after a tense moment of silence. "We all do, you know. I'm not the only one. They knew, too."
Massive magenta eyes, sparkling like jewels, narrowed into minuscule slits. "...I see." The voice that spoke was soft, calm, and sedated. The tone alone had alarms blaring within Skoodge's skulls. Zim was never this calm or quiet, unless he was about to explode with anger...or he was having one of his bad days. Those were more frequent now than they were before.
"And?" The lanky Irken paced back and forth across the length of the room, blocking the only exit in the process. Skoodge couldn't help feeling like a cornered prey animal. "What do you intend to do now that your suspicions have been confirmed?" The taller being inquired, one antenna rising.
Skoodge bowed his head, making an effort to display not even a trace of tension. "Nothing." Zim paused in his pacing, peering over his shoulder at his much smaller counterpart. "Nothing?" "Nothing," Skoodge echoed, finally lifting his eyes. "We've known each other for a long time. I always looked up to you, even though I knew something was off from the moment we met. And I...I despise Red and Purple." One of Zim's eyelids twitched with fury at the mere mention of those forbidden names. "You never judged me for my height," the smaller Irken continued, shuffling his boots against the metal paneled floor. "Just for my skill. And...well, I appreciate that. So...I'm gonna take that secret with me to the grave. Okay?"
Zim snorted and turned away, but Skoodge swore he caught a glimpse of his leader's lips curling upward in a smirk.
Year Four
"We're under attack!"Alarms blared, sirens squealed, and Irkens scrambled to their assigned battle stations. The Irken Armada dwarfed the attacking fleet of enemies but had been caught by surprise. Skoodge shouted out orders and commands, directing the troops as best he could in the absence of their Tallest. Those ships were familiar--primarily Vortian and Meekrob ships. There was no doubt about it--that was the combined fleet of the Meekrob and the Resisty hitting them with everything they had!
And yet, Zim was nowhere to be found. As the battle raged on outside Zim stayed cooped up in his private chambers, outright ignoring the carnage.
That was worrisome. Zim always loved to get in on the action! Maybe his depression was really starting to get the better of him. Between bellowing out commands to shoot with reckless abandon, Skoodge made a mental note to quietly put his leader on self-destruct watch tonight.
Year Five
"I have an insane idea, Skoodge.""WOO!" The tiny silver robot suddenly launched himself off of Zim's lap, happily sprinting circles around his chair. "I like insane things!"
"Well, that's nice to hear." Skoodge made little effort to conceal the surprise in his voice as he took a seat across from the seemingly disinterested Tallest. "It's a nice change from the doom and gloom you've been spreading around all week," he continued carefully, offering Zim a brightly-wrapped sweet. Zim's owlish eyes darted up to fix on the treat before he snatched it out of Skoodge's hand, tearing idly at the paper.
"...So?" "So what?" Skoodge snorted. "What's this insane idea you've got cooking? You seem a lot peppier than you were yesterday." Zim rolled some food around on his tray, eyes half-lidded and antennae bouncing a bit. "Zim is going to divert the Armada starting tomorrow." "Divert the Armada?" Skoodge squinted suspiciously. "For what?" Zim made a popping sound with his lips. "Things." "What kind of things?" "Personal things." "Zim!" "Whaaat?!"
Skoodge took a deep breath. He had to remember that he was dealing with a severely Defective Irken with a fragile psyche. "You know I can't help you unless you tell me what you plan on doing," he reminded the other in a stern tone. Zim blew a raspberry and rolled his eyes, but complied anyway.
"We're taking a bit of a detour. A long detour." "Now?" Skoodge frowned. "We've got an Invasion Operation to watch over! How long is this going to take?" "Ehh..." Zim shrugged his shoulders. "Six months?" "Six months?!" Skoodge repeated, looking flabbergasted. He was about to protest more, but a venomous glare from his leader convinced him to restrain himself. Instead, he asked, "Okay. Why are we taking this detour, now?" Zim popped the sweet Skoodge gave him earlier straight into his mouth. "Zim wants to drop in on an old friend," he muttered with his mouth full. "That is all."
An old friend...? Skoodge was instantly curious, but he knew better than to pry. "I didn't know you had any friends besides me and your little robots." Zim shrugged his shoulders, avoiding eye contact. "Where are we headed, then?" Skoodge pressed, hoping the conversation wouldn't die--this was the liveliest Zim had been in days. Something flashed in Zim's magenta orbs.
"Planet Earth."
Year Six
"Now remember what I told you, GIR! Let's go through it again.""Uh-huh."
"This letter is for the Dib-human."
"Okay."
"I've programmed the directions to his place of dwelling into your navigational chip."
"Uh-huh."
"Go straight there. No detours."
"Can I get some tacos on the way?"
"Only after you deliver the letter."
"Aww..."
"Now, then...with all of that in mind, are you ready?"
"I guess so."
The side door of the Ring Cutter opened with a loud swoosh, revealing a stunning backdrop of pine trees swaying in the wind and stars sparkling in the night sky overhead. GIR instantly oohed and ahhed, trotting his way down the ramp and onto the soft grass. Zim peered at him from within the ship, watching as he immediately got distracted and started chasing a firefly.
"Hurry up, GIR! Zim cannot afford to waste time!" "Okey-dokey!" The badly-disguised robot scurried off into the trees. Zim watched him go until he could no longer spot him. Sending GIR out into the world alone was a risky move. He could easily be captured by the enemy. But somehow...he knew deep down that GIR would be just fine.