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Characters: ZIM, GIR, MiniMoose (sort of) Mentions of Dib, Gaz and The Tallest.
Rating: T
Chapter: One shot ✩ 1531 words
Notes: This is some mild ZaGIR, if you don't like this ship, read anyway, you might end up into it.
It made me laugh that ZIM didn't get Gaz name's right in issue 16, so I used that here; also a lot of little details I got mostly from the comics.
Summary: ZIM is faced with a life-and-death situation in which one call to his lunatic partner in crime could be his last hope.
Invader ZIM belongs to Jhonen Vásquez
This fanfic was written by your pal, Pal 🐟
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This is stupid, so stupid, everything else fails but me! That's the reason I am here all numb and bruised, adrift in space. Well, I guess it wouldn't be the first time.
So why does it feel like there's something different?
It is I, ZIM, the one destined to greatness, everybody should know that by now! But if it is as bad as it seems, if I'm done for, would anyone even notice? Dib would, I'm sure, the puny earthworm would think I'm working on my newest, most incredible plan. He would tell everything about it to Gus, even though she doesn't care; it is amusing for me to think that she hates his voice, maybe more than I do.
The Tallest sure will notice! Their most important invader, gone; my mission, a failure. It can't be, it won't be, I won't allow it. I am ZIM! I do not surrender. So even if every little move is pain and even if my PAK is overheating just to keep me alive, my genius brain is all I need! Mini Moose broke with the impact, but I don't have to fix them completely, just enough to make one call.
So I fix the little ones as fast as I can, which feels really slow, and right when I'm finishing I have to stop, my PAK is sending me a warning. It's ok, I won't move for some minutes, and then it will heal me enough, the warning will stop, I will make that call. And if I'm lucky, the answer will be quick; you'll be happy to talk to me, as you always are.
The best I can do is stay still, think of other possible solutions, and realize that maybe I'm worst than I thought if this is my desire: I wish we were in the sofa, binge-watching Floopsy Bloops Shmoopsy, that nonsense show. I would tell you how bad your taste is, and you would agree as you let out a little laugh.
Some distant stars and galaxies I see sparkle with a cyan tone, and seeing that color makes my eyes itchy even if I'm not wearing my human lenses.
I curse my PAK for not healing me faster, I curse the Voot Cruiser for being broken, and I curse the moment I decided not to bring you, only so you could go on with that obsession of making pancakes you have right now. And maybe I'm delirious for thinking that you being here would make things better, but I also know that the times I really do need you, you are there, with your burst of energy, with your crazy laugh that matches mine. You would take us home.
Why won't my PAK stabilized? Is it really this damaged? If I don't make that call, then it will be all over, won't it? Dib will win, Gus won't care, The Tallest will bring doom to the galaxy, without me! If I can't make that call, I won't be able to hear your voice again.
But still, somehow, I hear it.
"Master!" You say with that high pitch that hurts my head and soothes my squeedlyspooche.
"Maaaasteeeer, MaAAAaaaaaAaaAaaAAAAasssteeeEerr!" Now you sing at the top of your lungs, and my peace becomes irritation.
"GIR, please, stop singing" My voice comes out almost a whisper.
"Okey then!" You say happily.
Wait, what? As I almost jump from the seat, the alarm of my PAK goes wild.
"GIR!"
"Master! I made a pancake that looks like your face, wanna see?"
"No, GIR, listen"
"Are you suuure you don't wanna seeee?"
"Now that you say it, I kind of do" My voice is so low I don't know if you can hear me, but there's no way to see the pancake, since we are speaking through Mini Moose.
"I'll show you only because you're sooo cuuute" Then there's silence. You hung up, didn't you?
Did you really call me just for that? I can't even move a muscle, my PAK is reaching its limit and all I can think about is you showing me some deformed pancake.
I realize I've been smiling, why do I smile? Did I really want to hear that high-pitched voice so much? Maybe I'm just about to die, yes, the eternal slumber is here for ZIM, and even though my tactical strategies are flawless, I have no strength left to fight.
But that thought gives me an idea, if I do that human thing, sleeping, I will heal faster. I'm such a genius! When I wake up — if I wake up, no! Don't panic— I'll call you, I'll even be able to fix the Voot Cruiser, I know I can do it. So I let myself drowse while holding Mini Moose. My mind replays that nonsensical call, your aggravating and endearing singing voice.
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I'm taller than The Almighty Tallest, and I lead the armada right to the Florpus. You come to me, riding Mini Moose, hugging a handful of the taquitos you love so much.
Love.
You give me one taquito, then you ride out of the ship as you scream the word master and wave at me; I see that you are going to the moon, and I change the course of The Massive to follow.
With the sudden turn, The Massive is upside down, the snacks and the Irkens float around me.
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I wake with a jolt caused by the electric shock the PAK sends when the body shuts down. I try to understand what is happening, but it makes no sense, it reminds me of some human made up magic creatures they call fairies, they can be evil, benevolent or both? Yes, right, dumb; but, right now, I feel like I'm seeing one of them, flying towards me, surrounded by sparkles.
Am I still dreaming?
Then I see it is you, flying too fast to meet me, laughing and crying at the same time. Are you one of those fairy creatures? Have my PAK finally stop functioning? I feel like I'm falling sleep again, this time against my will.
I fight it enough to see how you enter the Voot Cruiser and take me in your arms with a delicacy I didn't thought you're capable of, you say something, but I can not listen. So this must be a dream, yes, my perfect plan: sleeping, recovering, fixing, going back to the base to binge-watch some dumb cartoon, maybe eat pancakes and conquer earth together.
I promised you the moon, and I will keep that promise!
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"I bloop you, Shmoopsy!" It's the first thing I hear, I groan and with effort I open my eyes, in my lap I see a plate with a weirdly shaped pancake served, it actually looks like me. I try to reach it, but it is hard when I'm exhausted, with all this blankets wrapping me and that weight on my shoulder. Oh, it's you.
When you look at me, you shine with the sweetest, most confusing smile I've ever seen, it makes my eyes feel itchy again. I get angry at you, and if I'm angry I shouldn't be smiling back like I am.
You take the plate from my lap to put it aside and loosen the blankets enough to tuck yourself in, hugging me tightly. All I can think is how crazy you are, and I return the hug as I almost never do, holding you close, listening and feeling your voice against me.
I break the embrace so I can understand what you are trying to say.
"I made so much pancakes, master. One looked like me, but I ate it; it was so sad!" But you laugh anyway "it said 'NoOOOoooo'" you laugh harder "I also made one shaped like Mini Moose, wanna seeee?"
I haven't even reply when you are leaving my side, but something stops you, it's me. When did I start holding your hand? I didn't even realize.
"Don't you wanna see, master?" You come closer and I feel better. A wave of emotion makes me shiver as I see that my PAK is connected to the base's computer, it's working, now successfully healing my body.
I look at you with disbelief. You saved me, didn't you? You do the most inexplicable things, and I find myself admiring that more times than I care to admit. You called me when I couldn't, you brought me and Mini Moose to safety and made my most stupid wish come true.
"Master?" Oh. How much time was I just staring at you?
"I wanna see, GIR, but show me later. When I fix Mini Moose"
"Ooooooh, okeeee!" You jump up and down, jerking my arm. Then you stop to look at our hands intertwine, you hold them against your face and a giggle comes out, it grows into a burst of laughter and I laugh with you. What is so funny?
We laugh so much that happy tears start peaking, and we don't stop until you launch yourself to me, giving me a shooting star kiss.
