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The streets were dark and cold, desolate and with a passing storm. Zim could hear distant storm clouds rumbling, but where the Irken normally reacted in terror, he barely flinched in this moment.

Claret eyes gleam in the night sky, antennae stalk pinned miserably against his head for all to see. Or anyone that’s about on the streets at least. For the most part the streets are vacant other than occasional passing cars.

He feels pain rack his lungs with every shaky inhale, of a chest just bursting with the urge to sob. Tears he holds back. An Invader doesn’t cry, he reminds himself. But then…the new reminder:

What Invader? He was never one to begin with. Simply a scorn of society, and the laughingstock of his very planet. He can still hear the jeering words of the leaders he once claimed to adore. Every word pounded the agony into his skull with their resonating mocking laughter he’d never not hear.

Gripping his head, Zim feels his footsteps falter as he stumbles onto the wet asphalt. He gazes at his reflection in a puddle ,of a person he doesn’t know anymore.

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    Dib had been rushing home from the city park, a camera clutched tightly against his rib cage. The device was filled with definitive proof of mutant ninja squirrels, proof he would gloat over on the TSEN Forums the moment he got home! The boy lifted his hoodie off of his head, looking up and down the street before eventually crossing over.

    It wasn’t long before the paranormal enthusiast had quite literally bumped into ZIM, knocking the device out of his grasp and onto the ground. Dib let out a shrill gasp before scrambling to recover his camera from the puddle, of all places for it to land!!! The teen looked over the camera, a worried look on his face. Had the water shorted it? There’s no way! Those photos...

“ ZIM! Watch where you’re going next time, huh!” Sparks flew off the boy’s glasses, “ I could’ve-... what’s the matter with you???”

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{✏️}: A smile spread across the writer’s face as his hand was given a shake. It felt like a step in the right direction to him, even if it was merely a simple gesture. At least this stranger was no longer hiding behind that cloak of his!

Elliott was about to insist, only for Dib to give in on his own. It made the writer feel far better knowing that the other would not be out wandering during the night. This place was awfully far away from modern civilization. Who knew what could happen to someone lost out here?

However, the question caused a slight hint of embarrassment to creep into the man’s voice, cheeks tinged with sheepish pink, “Ah, no, I’m afraid not. I was actually offering to house you for the night, if you felt inclined to accept.”

     Dib paused in thought, a small blush coming to his cheeks at the very realization that he was actually offering his home to him. A complete stranger. In the middle of... nowhere?! Well. A town of a sort, but still! AND he had no idea where he was! Did he honestly think he was desp-

“ Oh! Uh... I-I didn’t know you meant it like that...! Yeah... sure. I don’t have any other option, I guess...” Dib removed his hoodie, scratching the top of his head, “ That’s really considerate of you! But uh... I’m still a bit of a stranger here, are you sure??? Cause that would be pretty nice and stuff! And... uh... ummm...” 

     He caught himself running circles again, figuratively speaking. The TSEN Agent opted to shut his trap and just. Nodded sheepishly... only to mildly panic again the moment he realized he had used his left arm to scratch his head.

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{✏️}: Dib’s change in posture was a start, though his admittance of uneasiness puzzled Elliott. This entire situation was beginning to grow more and more strange the more the other spoke. Why was he unable to explain his circumstance? Where had he come from? Surely he wasn’t here for nefarious purposes?

“I… suppose. Yes.” the writer replied, his words coming slow. His confusion was not hidden, though he was determined to remain polite nonetheless. Stepping forward, he held a hand outwards, “Elliott. It’s a pleasure to make your aquaintence, Dib.”

The man offered a smile, before turning his gaze up towards the sky, “You know, it is getting terribly late. I don’t suppose you would like a safe place to stay the night?”

     The young man gave a nod, taking Elliott’s hand with his right, giving it a casual shake,

“ I mean...! I could... manage on my own...” The agent thought the offer over, conflicted over what he should do here. He should really spend the night out and about, just to be one hundred percent sure this was the right spot! ... Or not... And if it truly wasn’t, he should try and figure out a way back home as soon as he possibly could... but that would look so weird. And he was behind on sleep as per usual, almost two night’s worth, in fact. Getting some rest wouldn’t hurt much.

“ Who am I kidding? Of course I would. Is there, like, a motel or an inn or something nearby?”

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{✏️}: Elliott couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of uncertainty as this mysterious figure seemed to be recoiling from him. In fact, despite not knowing the other residents of the town terribly well, it was not difficult to tell that he had never seen this individual before.

“Ah, no, there is no need to fret about that. All is well.” the writer frowned, “Though, if I may be so bold, I cannot help but notice that you seem a little uneasy, yourself.” 

Slowly, Elliott lowered his hands from behind his back, taking one step away from the rising tide, “It would be no trouble for me to direct you, if you know where you are going?” 

     That’s right, he had been acting awfully suspicious, hadn’t he? Dib’s efforts at concealing himself, making himself as unnoticeable as possible were all working against him. The TSEN Agent knew better than to draw attention to himself in unknown lands, and boy did he really mess up this time. The young man eased his tense form, allowing the cape to cover only his left arm as a cautionary measure,

“ I am... I definitely am. Sorry. This is. Really hard to explain! I just need to figure out which way’s what! See, I can’t exactly explain much of anything to you, so this is probably... really...-”

     Dib cut himself off, realizing he was just rambling aimlessly now. The mutant grumbled to himself, looking up at the moon through his goggles. Maybe if he just... tried real hard... he could leave. But the air here felt different compared to back home, and he had a sinking suspicion he was stuck for the time being, “ ... Can we start over? I’m Dib Membrane, but you can just call me Dib! And you are...?”

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     Dib had nearly immediately returned the question, but he quickly stopped himself. He didn’t expect to of been noticed to quickly, and the mutant only further tightened his cloak around his form while taking a cautionary step back. Where was he, and just who was this guy??? This wasn’t that cursed beach he was sent to investigate!!! Or was it??? He couldn’t be too sure, but a pit in his stomach gnawed at him, nagging that he had taken a ‘wrong turn’ somewhere, somehow. After a few agonizingly awkward moments, the TSEN Agent finally spoke up, his gaze trained on the sand beneath them,

“ I uhhh... Yeah. Me neither... S-sorry... this is... kinda hard to explain...” Should he explain anything at all? Dib paused in thought, and opted to lie instead, “ I got a lil lost! And then, I saw you, so I figured I could try asking for directions or something. I didn’t scare you, did I?”

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Dib be like:

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*mwah*

" wwwww-w-w-w-w-wHOA wAIT UH!!!! I    don’t even know you?! Uh... um... thanks??? Maybe??????”

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What’s on your mind, Dib? | ACCEPTING!

“ My sister almost killed me once. She was just so devastated when our dad died... stayed really quiet for a good few months... then she up and vanished. I tracked her down, found her in a pocket dimension on Mystical Hill, and brought her out. Of course it... wasn’t that easy. Hell, it wasn’t even easy at all! She was so overcome with negativity that she turned into this magma-like mess and I had to LITERALLY knock some sense into her!”

“ That was really scary... I thought I was going to lose her for sure, too...”

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How do you feel about Zim, savior of Earth?

“ How do I feel? Uh... well they’re pretty cool, and I consider them my pal! ZIM’s come a long way since, y’know, the whole ‘invader’ schtick... and some other stuff, too. They always try to do whatever’s right in a situation, for better or for worse, and sometimes... sometimes it turns out horribly, but hey, his heart’s in the right place! Or... whatever it is IRKENs have for hearts... yeah!”

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What’s on your mind, Dib? | ACCEPTING!

“ One of the first planets I tried to genuinely save was ultimately destroyed in the end. I did everything I could, everything! But it wasn’t enough... I couldn’t stop them!!!”

“ ... The IRKEN Empire is sick. Their complete and blatant disregard for other planets and lifeforms has to be one of the most terrifying and downright concerning stuff I’ve seen in my life!!! ... I can’t get it out of my head... that whole ‘Organic Sweep’ thing they do... if only I were stronger...” 

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What’s on your mind, Dib? | ACCEPTING!

“ One time, I was faced with a really shitty decision. This specter was crazy, ok. It terrorized a nearby town, and it wouldn’t stop unless someone sacrificed enough animals to it. I was still a kid, and I didn’t have powers then, so I just... ended up trapping and killing animals for it... it went away, but... y’know.”

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What’s on your mind, Dib? | ACCEPTING!

“ Oh boy... here we go...!”

“ So uh! ... I used my powers badly when I first got ‘em. One of the first things I did was fry this kid at school. He just... ! He kept messing with me and my sis real bad! He’d pick on me constantly in class, and since his bus stop was by my sister’s, he’d mess with her too. Sure, she beat him up, but man he just didn’t know when to stop. So I was just... sick of it one day. And I electrocuted him. Bad. He was hospitalized for most of the school year. I shouldn’t have done that... It’s left me so guilty.”

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Hello son! Holla at ya old man!!! Word UP, G! Homeslice! My main man! Hahaha! Ah hahah!!! *dabs and explosions in the bj as the words "SUPER HIP" appear in my 4th grade powerpoint presentation using word art*

" DAD!?!?! WHY-...?! Wh... This isn’t HELPING my report any, and now I’m REALLY gonna hear it from the Principal later!!!”

“ Heh... yeah, uh... don’t take your parents for granted. You really don’t know how much time you have with ‘em...!”

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For every ☼ I get, my muse reveals a dark secret or something not previously known!

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(( Starting to. Feel the groove again. Gonna get some asks going on Dib as well. This is really helpful you guys, thank you!!!! <3 ))

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(( So like, I wanna RP on Tumblr again. But I need to ease myself back into it and be selective on replies. Going to hyper focus asks, HCs and stuff like that rn.))