¤ Couldn’t Red and Purple sight see in peace? They just wanted to see the horrid little rock they’ve stranded Zim on so they can laugh at him more and actually know what was hurting him so bad. But, begrudgingly, they’ve learned to tolerate and on some very minor levels like this place. The few people who were blabbering idiots were tall, sociable, and often smart. Traits Irkens held in high regards. Truthfully after spending a few days here they saw why Zim might have trouble. All the deadly animals like bears, moose, venomous spiders, and cows seemed to have a high body count.
Not to mention water- shiver. A substance previously unknown to the aliens. But the crowning acheivements that tipped this planet in its favor, from worthless pebble to posibbly valuable land to mechanize and industrialize, was the snacks! It seems thats what most of these “Humans” speant their time on. Ah good times these past 4 days. Purple and Red were joking around much like the good buddies they were. It took a hell of alot to shake Zim, he some how found out his precious senpais were roaming around the planet. But to safely go back to the Massive they were going to have to go back to Zims base, how trouble some.
The twin tyrants dipped behind an alley and dropped their disquises, they prefer their beautiful superior forms thank you very much. But then they notice one of the natives. A native Zim ranted about often, they beleived his name was Dip, or Pib. Quite honestly they tuned out every syllable that defect decided to spew. Then it spoke. The fear lacing his voice was delicious, good to know he knew his place in the universe. Purple supressed a giggle. Red just bellowed out a laugh so deep and genuine that it was infectious.
“Him calling us!? Checking up on him? We could care less.” This fact was true about 4 days ago before they saw this planet had some value. “We sent Zim here to die! Why should we care hows he’s doing?”
Purple began cackling behind him. “HE TAKES ZIM SERIOUSLY AHAHAHHAA!” A hearty sigh left the purple tyrant. “As fun as that is, we have things to do so step aside and tell no one you saw us. Or we’ll blow you up~” he cooed with the same amused tone.
He didn't know what was worse, these guys in general, or the fact they left one of their own and just didn't care. He never thought he'd see the day he managed to feel bad for Zim. He had to take a second to even process those words. In a way, he almost couldn't believe their tone of voice. Yet he had no reason to deny that they were kidding just to drive him off.
It took him another second to pull himself from his thoughts. He didn't know what to say, or of he really wanted to move. His mid was just blank--
' Go to whatever manner of hell you Irkens crawl out of! ‘ He growled-- This statement was unintentional, and he hadn’t meant anything to slip out the way it did. But it did at this point, and there was no taking it back. ‘ I might have stopped witch hunting Zim a long time ago, but that doesn’t mean the same for you. I’m going to make sure that I’m not the one who gets blown up here. ‘
At this point, he could feel himself shaking, not from anger or some weird form of determination. It was from fear starting to build up on itself. He had no idea what these guys were capable of. He began to back away slowly, his hand pressed against the wall so he could make sure he wasn’t about to fall over.
