The Drips

Gaylien 04/24/21

Contains: Mention of Death and Murder, PTSD, and A form of self harm

Read at own discretion.

Crimson eye glinting in the dark as the hologram began to fade. This new tech, or rather- Tak's old engineering now redesigned to his liking was failing once more.

Deep Breaths, he was still an Invader right? He still had a mission..

What Mission? The one where you practically made yourself the last of your species?

No, the Armada was still on their way! He would.. prove himself to his tallest!

Gone.. All Gone..

He looked down at the sink, of which he gripped the sides so tightly. The bugged out pixilations hurting his eyes yet he kept transfixed on the single drop of water that was yet to fall.

He had blocked out all of those thoughts for so long. He was alone. He knew that. Practically the only of his species in the entire Universe.

He always kept the idea of Tak in the back of his mind. They hated eachother yes, but at least- they shared blood. A shame it had to be spilt.

She came back to earth after the news, telling him of the entire fall of the Irken empire, how it was all his doing. They fought and well- the technology was a lot easier to steal after that.

Her remains were left, but her ship he kept. A treasure he'd use to go home after taking over this miserable planet.

Home? What? A desolate lifeless planet? He would just be..

"Alone.."

His own voice could have startled him, but the echos of the human children's laughter and shouts. That what had him running to this rundown school bathroom. That's what caused his new disguise to falter.

The drop fell, and just like that a new one began to form.

The crushing weight of guilt was over riding his body once more. He wanted to feel anything else, hunched over the sink. He looked up at himself and in a flash his visible eye wasn't his own. Instead he was staring at a darker hue, authoritive- angry-

"M.. My tallest..?" He called out.

He blinked and suddenly it was purple, fearful- tired-

"My tallest!" He called out again. His glitching hand reaching forward.

Dead. You Murdered them.

No.. Zim didn't mean too!

You killed off your entire species- showing just how worthless you are.

He felt the liquid begin pouring from his eyes as the voices got louder. His visible attenae going rigid at the overstimulation even though it was so so quiet.

Murderer

MURDERER.

He had enough, his fist went through the glass as it smashed into pieces a few small shards piercing through his green skin. But he couldn't feel it, his breathing hard as he leaned on the sink once more.

He looked to his hand, his Irken blood, that pink hue that made him so different from these life forms. The last of his kind, was bringing to drip from his hands on to the disgusting bathroom floor.

Just then the bathroom door was flung open, exposing the dim light of the hallway on this dreary day.

"Zim! What are you up-"

Dib, he had grown quite a bit over the years. Though the lives of such beings were so short, their time on their horrible planet a blink in his Irken eyes.

Dib, his enemy, would leave him one day too. Alone. He'd be all alone.

The big head stopped, his face bewildered at the state of the alien.

"Are you.. Are you okay..?"

Maybe he wanted to it it all to him. Tell him what he had done. Tell him he wasn't ever allow to die.

But instead he ran, pulling up the pink hood he had been gifted on his porchstep one day. The Alien left the human, left the halls left in the rain.

The drips all around him as he ran for the solitude within his lab.