#Zim’s a total creep for sure

[paynomindtotheinsanity]

Zim’s not wrong, Dib

[krizaland]

Enter the Zimvoid Chapter 21

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Warning: We have officially reached spoiler town! If you have not read Issue 49 yet and want to avoid spoilers then please come back once you have gotten a chance to read it. 

If you’ve already read issue 49, don’t care about spoilers, or just haven’t even read the Invader Zim comics at all, then feel free to read on!

“That’s right, Zims! All this time, your supreme leader…your ‘ultimate Zim’…. was actually the ULTIMATE DIB!” Number 1 cackled as he hopped out of his Zim-suit and plopped into his throne, “Surprised?”

“Of course not! I totally saw this coming!” Your Zim lied.

“Not as soon as I saw it coming!” 2k squeaked.

“Well, um I can’t say I was expecting this…” You spluttered as your mind struggled to process what was happening.

“Oh, Lookit! It’s some kinda Zib man!” GIR chirped as he pointed to Zib.

“No, no, stupid robot. I’m just a regular old Dib!” Zib chuckled as he shoved GIR aside.

“I…I don’t understand. What happened to you?” Dib gasped.

“Yeah, how did you end up like….that?” You asked as you gestured to Zib.

“Everything we ever wanted, Dib! Everything we ever dreamed! In my timeline, I defeated my Zim! I saved the Earth! But that was just a start!” Zib grinned as he turned around to reveal the PAK fused to his head.

You let out a horrified gasp when you saw the PAK digging into the back of Zib’s sickly green head. It practically throbbed like a parasite feeding off of its host.

You suppressed the urge to vomit as Zib continued.

“By reverse engineering the weapons in Zim’s lab, I mastered Irken tech…And learned how to create powerful electromagnetic pulse weapons that could disable and destroy it!” Zib explained as he gestured to his throbbing PAK.

“Impossible! No half-brained human meat monkey could ever figure out how to build something like that!” Your Zim snapped.

“Electromagnetic pulse weapons? You mean like that giant zapper thing that brought us all here?!” Dib’s eyes lit up as he spoke.

“Exactly! And with it, I was able to wipe out the entire Irken Empire, liberating millions from their tyranny! Now we’re revered across the galaxy, earning the love and respect of people everywhere!” Zig boasted as a few more flecks of drool his the ground.

“…Even Y/N?” Dib whimpered as a small blush spread across his face.

Zib’s face fell as a sigh escaped his throat.

“Well, I don’t know how to tell you this but…Y/N..they,” A few fake tears trickled down his cheeks as he spoke.

“They what?”

“They….died…” Zib choked out as more tears begun to fall.

“What?! Y/N is dead in your timeline?!” Dib yelped as he grabbed the sides of his head.

“It’s sadly true. My Y/N was everything to me. They actually listened to me and loved me. But my rotten Zim…He didn’t like seeing me so happy. So he brainwashed my Y/N and…He killed them in cold blood!” Zib lied as a storm of fake tears and real drool soaked the ground.

“Wait! That’s not what you told me-” You began but Zib cut you off.

“Y/N was the one thing missing from my otherwise perfect timeline for years! But now…Now I can finally have them back! Sure they’re not my Y/N but they’ll make a good replacement!” Zib giggled as he pinched your cheek.

“Wait! That’s why you want to marry my sweet Y/N?!” Your Zim snapped.

“Your Y/N? Oh no. This Y/N is mine now! In fact, I think I’ll marry every Y/N in the multiverse! Yes! Every Y/N in every timeline will belong to me! And there’ll be nothing any of you Zims could do about it!” Zib cackled as he threw his arms up into the air.

“You wish to marry my Y/N too?! I’ll never let that happen!” Palindrome seethed.

“Yeah! Don’t even think about going anywhere near my Y/N either!” 2k added.

“Wait! What about me?! This Y/N is from my timeline! Why I can’t I have them?!” Dib whined as he gestured to you.

“Oh, well…Don’t take this the wrong way but you’re a little too soft to handle any Y/N let alone one this beautiful!” Zib chuckled as he threw an arm around Dib.

“I’m not soft-”

“Anyway, once I discovered this Dimensional Nexus while exploring Pandora’s Quadrangle, I realized my work wasn’t done yet! My world was safe…. but there were still countless alternate timelines where the Irkens remained undefeated! So I began my master plan to save all Earths everywhere!” Zib interjected as he pointed to the ceiling.

“By doing what? By enslaving Zims and marrying every Y/N you meet?!” You snapped as you shot Zib a glare.

“Oh ho! No, no, no! That’s only part of my plan, my sweet!” Zib chuckled as he pulled you close.

“Get your moldy paws off of me, you creep!” You seethed as you pushed Zib off of you.

Zib blinked in surprise for a moment as your harsh words begun to echo within his deranged mind.

“You creep! You creep! You creep!” Was all Zib could hear.

Zib’s left eye twitched as a low growl escaped his throat.

“I. AM. NOT. A. CREEP!” Zib roared as he launched himself into his throne.

BEEP!

Zib slammed down on one of his throne’s many buttons.

FWOOSH! FWHIP! SWAP!

Several mechanical tentacles fired out from the back of the throne and engulfed all of the Zims and even Dib!

You let out a yelp as one last tentacle wrapped around your waist and forced you to face Zib.

“Why is nothing I do good enough for you, Y/N?! HUH?! I’ve made countless sacrifices! I’ve endured countless trials and for what?! Just for you to call me a…creep?!” Zib snarled, firing more drool in your direction.

All you could do was turn your face away from the drool droplets as Zib continued his rant.

“It’s always the same with you! ‘Dib stop trying to expose Zim!’ ‘Dib stop stealing my underwear!’ and ‘Dib stop going through my garbage cans!’  I’ll have you know that I got bitten by several raccoons just to get near your garbage cans!” Zib whined as he snapped a green finger in your face.

“You stole your Y/N’s underwear-” Dib began as the tentacles squeezed him tighter.

“I dedicated my whole life to pleasing you! Well that and protecting the Earth from the paranormal of course!” Zib continued as real tears streamed down his cheeks.

“If you truly wanted to please me then you wouldn’t have done any of this crazy stuff! Look at you! Do you have any idea what you’ve become?!” You grimaced as you continued to shield your face from the storm of drool firing out of Zib’s mouth.

“I know exactly what I’ve become! I’ve became the guardian of multiverse! I won’t rest until I’ve saved everyone from the evil of the Irken Empire! Especially you! I won’t let that alien monster trick you this time, Y/N!” Zib seethed as he turned your face to look at him.

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[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

2010s Art: Music, Games, and TV

So I love all forms of art. It may not seem like it since I tend to stick mainly to movies, with the odd cartoon or video game thrown in, but that’s really because movies are more my thing due to not being massive time investments. Like, don’t get me wrong, I gamed, I watched TV, I listened to music, but it was a lot more casual than my deep dive into becoming a major cinephile.

With games and TV, it was mostly issues of money and time respectively. I have a few consoles, mostly Nintendo and Sony ones, and my wife helped me experience Xbox games, but I just don’t have the money needed to experience every good game that comes out. With TV, the time investment is the biggest roadblock, especially when all the best shows have hour-long episodes these days. With movies, I just have to spend 90 minutes to two hours on average; for TV, it’s countless hours I could be watching movies. As for music… well, I listened to a lot, I just don’t feel totally qualified to properly rank and list songs and albums.

So instead of the big decade-spanning list for movies that I’m doing, I’m going to go over some things I enjoyed from the past decade and maybe a few things I didn’t in music, TV, and video games. Here’s a little guide so you know what stuff is something I consider one of my absolute favorites in any given medium - if it’s from this decade, it will be in bold, and if it’s from a previous decade but I experienced it this decade, it will be underlined.

Television

I figured I’d get this out of the way first since it’s the medium I have the least experience with. Let me put it this way: I have seen only one season of Game of Thrones, the first one (and by all accounts I dodged a bullet by dropping that show). I also had the misfortune of jumping in to The Walking Dead right as it was gearing up for its abysmal second season, which turned me off that and led to me only watching an episode here or there. 

I had better luck watching live action shows on streaming. I managed to get through almost all of Pretty Little Liars on Netflix, which was a chore in and of itself; it’s a good show, but boy could it ever get arbitrary and frustrating. Speaking of Netflix, I think it goes without saying that Stranger Things is their best effort; from the likable cast of kids to the awesome soundtrack, even though it never really surpasses season one the show always has something cool going on in one of its plots. My other favorite from Netflix would probably be their take on A Series if Unfortunate Events, which is how you do adaptation expansion right; everything they add feels like it’s in service of fleshing out Lemony Snicket’s dismal world, as well as giving Patrick Warburton an incredible dramatic role as the Lemony narrator himself.

Amazon managed to score two hits in my book. The first is the unbelievably fun and charming Good Omens, a miniseries that somehow got me to love David Tennant and Michael Sheen more than I already did. The second was the gory joyride that is The Boys which while not the smartest or most original superhero satire is definitely the most fun.

While I didn’t watch the whole show and would not consider it one of my favorites, I do want to give props to Hannibal for introducing me to Mads Mikkelsen. As far as I’m concerned, he’s the only person aside from Hopkins worthy of playing everyone’s favorite cannibal. Another show I DO consider a favorite despite slacking on keeping up with it is Ash vs. Evil Dead; I only needed to see a single season of Bruce back with the boomstick to know this show was a masterpiece.

On the animated side I have much more to talk about. Not since the 90s have we been spoiled with so many genuinely great and varied cartoons. We got Adventure Time, Regular Show, Steven Universe… really, Cartoon Network raised the bar this decade and made up for an awful 2000s. They even finally gave Samurai Jack a conclusion, which despite the mixed results, was still a real exciting phenomenon to experience.

Of course, my favorite CN show came from Adult Swim. I am of course referring to Rick & Morty, a fun sci-fi adventure comedy that attracted the most obnoxious fanbase possible in record time. While certainly not a show you need a high IQ to understand and having an atrocious third season, it still manages to be funny and thought provoking in equal amounts. Seriously though. Fuck season 3.

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic is another great show that I sadly fell off the wagon of around the fifth or sixth season. It never got bad of course but it never really engaged me like the older episodes, though what I’ve heard of the last season makes me wish I’d kept up with it. It was a great show with a lot of heart and character, and I’m not sure we’ll ever see a show like it again.

Netflix did not slack in the animation department; I didn’t catch their most famous show (it’s the one about a certain Horseman) but I did catch their fantastic take on Castlevania, which as a huge fan of the series was a real treat. Where the fuck is Grant though?

My two favorite shows of the decade, however, are what I see as the pinnacle of East and West: Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure and Gravity Falls. 

JJBA is a series I had vague passing knowledge of, only knowing its existence due to seeing Stone Ocean referenced on the Wikipedia page for air rods when I was younger and, of course, the memes that spawned from Heritage for the Future, which were inescapable back in the day. As soon as I got into the series, it became one of my biggest inspirations, teaching me you can be deep, complex, and filled with great character interactions while also being so batshit insane that every new and absurd power is incredibly easy to buy (looking forward to the rainbows that turn people into snails, animators). They managed to get through the first four parts and start up the fifth over the decade; so far my favorite part is four, mainly due to the magnificent bastard that is Yoshikage Kira (played time perfection by D.C. Douglas) and in spite of serial creep Vic Mangina playing the otherwise lovable asshole Rohan Kishibe.

Gravity Falls on the other hand is just a fun and engaging mystery show that manages to excel at being episodic and story-driven all at once. There’s only one or two “bad” episodes across two seasons, and it lasted just as long as it needed to, wrapping things up with a satisfactory ending that still gave fans a few mysteries to chew on. It also gave us Grunkle Stan, perhaps the greatest character in all of animation, the pinnacle of “jerk with a heart of gold” characters who is hilarious, badass, and complex all at once. This is my favorite western animated show…

...but then the last year of the decade threw a curveball and, if I’m being honest, is on par with Gravity Falls: Green Eggs and Ham. Netflix really wanted us to know 2D animation is back in 2019; between this show and Klaus, the future is looking bright for the medium. It’s a fun, funny roadtrip comedy that knows when to be emotional and when to be funny, and it’s all filtered through the wubbulous world of Dr. Seuss. It’s just a wonderfully delightful show.

And on the subject of JoJo, I had a kind of love-hate relationship with anime this decade. The attitudes of anime fans turned me off from anime for a long while. Sure, I checked out stuff like Attack on Titan and Sword Art Online, but neither series really clicked with me. The main anime I loved this decade were ones that started in the 2000s and ended in the 2010s, like Dragon Ball Z Kai and Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood. I suppose I did enjoy My Hero Academia, which is a really fun show with an awesome and varied cast and great voice acting. Love Froppy, best girl for sure.

One of the most unfortunate things about this decade was how many great shows got screwed over by their networks. Sym-Bionic Titan, Thundercats, and The Legend of Korra were all great shows in their own right but were treated like shit by their respective networks. It really makes me upset that stuff like that not only happened, but continues to happen to this day.

But let’s not end on a bad note; let’s talk about the astounding returns old shows got. Invader Zim got a movie as did Hey Arnold, with the latter in particular finally wrapping up the dangling plot threads, but those are actual TV movies so they don’t really fit here; what DOES fit is Static Cling, the triumphant return of Rocko’s Modern Life. A forty minute special, it follows Rocko and his friends as they navigate the modern age, trying to bring back Rocko’s favorite cartoon. Rachel Bighead’s arc in this in particular is pretty groundbreaking and awesome. 

Also awesome was the first few episodes of Samurai Jack’s return, though it did end up petering out halfway through the season and ended on an anticlimactic note. Still, Tom Kenny’s Scaramouche, the sheer amount of continuity, and the awesome final curbstomp battle against Aku are worth giving this a watch. And if nothing else, stuff like this gives me hope for future revivals. What will we see next? Gargoyles comeback? Batman Beyond continuation? KENNY AND THE CHIMP REVIVAL?! Chimpers rise up!

Music

Much like everyone, I listened to a lot of music this decade. There was a lot of shit, and I definitely used to be one of those “wow no one makes good music anymore” morons, but I grew out of that and learned to look in the right places.

Let’s start with the albums I loved the most. Continuing her meteoric rise from the 2000s, Lady Gaga drooped her magnum opus, Born This Way, an album that successfully showcases her skills as she takes on numerous pop styles. No two songs sound the same, and with a couple of exceptions every song slaps. While we’re on the subject of pop stars, Gaga’s contemporary and lesser Katy Perry managed to hit a home run with the fun bit of pop fluff that was Teenage Dream.

Weird Al was sorely missed for most of the decade, but what albums he did drop featured some of his best work. While Alpocalypse doesn’t hold up quite so well, it’s still solid, but even then it is blown out of the water by Mandatory Fun, an album that just refuses to stop being funny from start to finish. And that’s not the only funny albums this decade; aside from artists I’ll get more into later, George Miller AKA Filthy Frank released Pink Season as one of his last great acts as his character of Pink Guy. The album is as raunchy and filthy as you’d expect. And then for unintentional comedy, Corey Feldman dropped Angelic 2 The Core, an album so musically inept that it ends up becoming endearing; it’s The Room of music.

As I gamed a lot this decade I got to experience a lot of great video game soundtracks, but the two I found to be the absolute best were Undertale and Metal Gear Rising’s. I couldn’t tell you which soundtrack is better, and I’ve actually made a playlist on my iPod containing my favorite tracks from both games. Pokemon had solid soundtracks all decade, but they definitely were better in single tracks such as Ultra Necrozma’s theme from USUM and Zinnia’s theme from ORAS.

And speaking of individual songs, there were a lot I really loved. The disco revival in the easel ide half of the decade lead to gems like “Get Lucky,” “Uptown Funk,” and… uh, “Blurred Lines.” The controversy to that one might be overblown, but it sure isn’t anything I really want to revisit.

Corey Feldman may be the king of unintentional comedy, but this decade was seriously ripe with so bad it’s good music. The crown jewel is without a doubt the giddy, goofy “Friday,” but I think the equally stupid but also endlessly more relatable Ark Music production “Chinese Food” is worth some ironic enjoyment as well. 

Meme songs in general were pretty enjoyable, though it came at a price. Remember when everyone tried to be funny by ripping off “Gangnam Style?” Remember when people took that Ylvis song at face value? Irony and satire were lost on the masses. I think the best mene song of the decade, though, is “Crab Rave,” a bouncy instrumental dance track with a fun music video and an absurd yet hilarious meme tacked to it. And then we have “The Internet is for Music,” a gargantuan 30 minute mashup featuring every YTMND, 4chan, Newgrounds, and YouTube meme you could think of (at the time of its release anyway),

Then we get into artists. Comedy music was great this decade, with Steel Panther and The Lonely Island putting out great work all decade, but by far my favorite funny band is Ninja Sex Party. Dan “Danny Sexbang” Avidan and Brian “Ninja Brian” Wecht are pretty much my favorite entertainers at this point, with them easily being able to go from doing goofy yet epic songs where they fuck or party to doing serious and awesome cover albums where Dan flexes his impressive vocals. A big plus is how all of their albums are easily some of my favorites ever, with not a single bad CD, and that’s not even getting into their side project Starbomb. These guys are a treasure.

Then we have Ghost, a Swedish metal band who play up the Satanic panic for all it’s worth. These guys captured my interest when I heard the beautiful “Cirice” on the radio, and despite that song rocking the fuck out, Imagine my surprise when it ended up being only middle of the road awesome for this band! With killer original songs like “Rats,” “Mary in the Cross,” and “Square Hammer” to a awesome covers like “Missionary Man” and “I’m a Marionette,” it’s almost enough to get a guy to hail Satan. I think they appeal to me mainly because they have a style very in line with the 80s, most evident on tracks like “Rats.” 

While I’d hesitate to call him one of my favorite musicians yet (he is really good so far though), one of my favorite people in entertainment is Lil Nas X. From his short but sweet songs that crush genre boundaries to his hilarious Twitter feed, this guy is going places and I can’t wait to see what those places are.

And finally, the guy I think may be one of the greatest creative geniuses alive and who has nearly singlehandedly shaped Internet culture with everything he does… Neil Cicierega. While it’s not like I only discovered him in the 2010s - the guy has been an omnipresent force in my life since Potter Pupper Pals debuted - he definitely became the guy I would unflinchingly call the greatest artist of our time over that period.   Whether he’s releasing the songs under his own name or as Lemon Demon, you can always be sure that the songs are going to burrow into your brain. His Lemon Demon album Spirit Phone, which features songs about urban legends and the horrors of capitalism, is easily my pick for album of the decade. And then under his own name he released three mashup mixtapes: Mouth Sounds, Mouth Silence, and Mouth Moods. All three are stellar albums, but only Mouth Moods has “Wow Wow,” the bouncing track about homoerotic bee-loving Will Smith and outtakes so good they deserve to be on the next album.

Video Games 

Having a PC this decade was great because it let me experience a lot of games I probably wouldn’t have otherwise, like Half-Life, BioShock, Earthnound, Mother 3, and Final Fantasy VI and VII. All of these and more are among my favorite games of all time now, but we’re here to talk about the stuff from this decade I consider great.

It’s hard to talk about this decade in gaming without mentioning Skyrim. Yes, it has flaws and the main storyline is a bit undercooked, but there’s so much fun to be had dicking about in the wilderness it’s hard to be too mad. And if you have mods, there are endless opportunities to expand the game. The same is true for the other game I have sunk countless hours into, The Binding of Isaac: Rebirth. Not only is there a thriving modding community, but it has been supported and encouraged by the creators and some mods have even made the leap into becoming fully canon! It’s always a blast to revisit and see how far I can break the game with item combos.

Surprisingly, Batman managed to get not one, not two, but THREE awesome licensed games this decade! Arkham Asylum, Arkham City, and the unfairly maligned Arkham Origins all kick as much ass as the Dark Knight himself. The former two reunite Mark Hamill and Kevin McConroy as Joker and Batman while the latter features numerous stellar boss battles. The combat in these games is so graceful and fluid, you WILL feel like Batman at some point, be it after flawlessly clobbering two dozen mooks or silently eliminating a room of thugs before they even realize you’re there.

Pokémon had a bit of a rocky decade; it started out strong with the fifth generation, the best games in the series with a great story, region, and sidequests and then just went downhill from there. Not incredibly so, of course - the games were always fun at least - but gens VI through VIII were not the most graceful steps into 3D. Still, every gen managed to produce some of my all-time favorite Pokémon. Gen V had Volcarona, Chandelure,  and Meloetta; Gen VI gave us Hoopa, Klefki, the Fairy type in general, and a gorgeous mega evolution for my favorite Pokémon, Absol; Gen VII had the Ultra Beasts and Ultra Necrozma, some of the coolest concepts in the series, as well as Pyukumuku; and Gen VIII gave us Cinderace, Dracovish, Dracozolt, Polteageist, Hatterene, Snom, and Zacian. And those are just samplings mind you, these gens are full of hits.

Bringing back old franchises yielded amazing results. Look no further than the triumphant return of Doom in 2016, which had you ripping and tearing through the forces of Hell with guns, chainsaws, and your bear fucking hands. This game is HARDCORE. Less bloody and gory but no less awesome was the return of not just Crash Bandicoot, but Spyro as well in remakes that are easily the definitive ways to experience the games. And don’t even get me started on the remastered DuckTales!

Platinum games did not fuck around this decade, delivering Bayonetta 2 and Metal Gear Rising. The former is a balls-to-the-wall sequel to the amazing original Bayonetta that, while lacking in bosses quite as impressive as the first game’s, is more polished and has a fun story and a better haircut for Bayonetta; the latter is an action game so insane it makes the rest of the Metal Gear franchise look tame in comparison. The latter in particular is in my top ten games ever, with every boss battle feeling epic, all the music kicking ass, and Raiden truly coming into his own as a badass.

Speaking of Metal Gear, the divisive The Phantom Pain easily earns its place here. While much fuss has been made about the game being “unfinished,” it still has a complete and satisfying ending even if it doesn’t totally wrap up the dangling plot threads the young Liquid Snake leaves behind. The overarching themes as well as Venom and his relationship with characters like Kaz, Paz, and ESPECIALLY Quiet make this game, with his and Quiet’s being particularly beautiful and tragic. The Paz quest, Quiet’s exit, and the mission where Snake has to put down his men after they get infested with parasites are all some of the most heartbreaking moments in the franchise. But it’s not all tears; there’s plenty of fun to be had harassing Russians in Afghanistan while blaring 80s synth pop from your Walkman. Oh yeah, and fuck Huey.

The Ace Attorney series also thrived, with both Spirit of Justice and Dual Destinies transitioning the series into 3D a lot more graceful than some other franchises while still maintaining the with and charm the series is known for. And if that wasn’t enough for my point-and-cluck adventure needs, Telltale had me covered with The Wolf Among Us and the first season of The Walking Dead. The stories and characters of those games are so good, it’s enough to make you sad they never got a timely sequel or sequels that weren’t shit respectively.

This decade is when I really got into fighting game, though I’m not particularly good. I supported Skullgirls (and am even in the credits!), and got into Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 and JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: All-Star Battle (and I also got into its spiritual predecessor, Heritage for the Future). But by and large my favorite fighting game of the decade and the one I’m actually pretty good at is Super Smash Bros. Ultimate, the most ridiculously ambitious crossover in video game history. The fact that the game is STILL getting more characters added is a testament of how insanely great the game is because instead of being mad that there’s so much DLC, people are going rabid waiting for news of more. It’s such an awesome, complete game out the door that the DLC feels earned rather than half a game being held hostage. Other devs, take note!

A lot of franchises put their best foot forward for sequels. God of War III was an awesomely bloody finale to the original journey of Kratos, with more epic bosses than ever; now he’s off fighting Norse gods, and I hear that game is even better! Portal 2 is just an absolute blast, and easily surpasses the first game on the merit of having Cave Johnson alone; the fact we get Wheatley and the malfunctioning personality cores honestly feels like overkill. Then we have BioShock… 2. While it’s certainly not as good as the first game, I think it was a lot of fun, and it got way too much flak.

 I think it definitely aged better than Infinite which, while still a good game in its own right (it’s hard to hate a game with a character as endearing as Elizabeth), definitely was not warranting the levels of acclaim it got with such a muddled narrative. “Overrated” and “overhyped” are not words I keep in my vocabulary and I certainly would not describe Infinite as such, but I do feel like people got swept up in the gorgeous visuals and the story bits and characters that are effective and so weren’t nearly as critical of its flaws. It’s still a good, fun game with an interesting world, but it pales in comparison to the other two BioShocks. I feel like The Last of Us is in a similar boat. That being said, I couldn’t tell you why; it has a great story, good characters, plenty of replayability, and fascinating enemy design. But despite all that, I appreciate this game more than love it. It’s the Citizen Kane of video game sin that regard at least.

I’d be remiss to not mention the big indie successes of the decade. Shovel Knight is easily one is the greatest platform era ever made, taking everything great about the platformers on the NES and SNES, removing the bullshit, and delivering numerous bonus campaigns with unique playstyles. Then there was Abobo’s Big Adventure, a marvelous mashup of all sorts of games starring the beloved Double Dragon mook as he goes on a bloody quest to save his son. It’s a blast and there is tons of variety but some sections are definitely as hair-pullingly difficult as the games that inspired them. And then there is Doki Doki Literature Club, the free visual novel that brutally subverts your expectations. Sadly, I do feel the game loses some impact on subsequent playthroughs, but it’s still a great, effective story that skillfully utilizes meta elements.

Still, the greatest indie success of them all is Toby Fox’s masterpiece, Undertale. Charming, funny, emotional, and populated by a cast of some of the most fun and lovable characters ever conceived, this game was an instant smash and is still talked about to this day. Sure, things like Sans have been memed to death, but it’s hard to not just love and cherish the beautiful world Toby Fox managed to create. This game may not be the greatest game of all time, but for what it is I wouldn’t hesitate to name it the game of the decade.

There was a lot of great art in the 2010s, and while I couldn’t get around to all of it, I’m so happy with what I got to experience. Here’s hoping that the 2020s can be just as amazing!

[elitespacefreak]

You Remind Me of Andromeda - Pt. 1

I’m so so so very excited to finally post this little ficlet for the lovely miss @heart-chime ! She sent in an ask a little while ago that I absolutely fell in love with and of course I had to be super extra, so in addition to the list of headcanons, here’s part one of an accompanying Zim x Reader ficlet - plus the first half of a playlist!

The postcard thing will make more sense in part two~

It wasn’t that you thought astronomy was a totally useless class – it was actually fairly refreshing considering you were a hardcore medical student. But dear god you sometimes just did not have the brain power to remember things. Intensive details about human anatomy? Sure, no problem. The name of one obscure astronomical event that happens only every how many years?

Jesus you weren’t Stephen Hawking.

“Who can tell me which galaxy is the most prominent during autumn?”

Did you even know the names of any other galaxies? Like if Billy Eichner ran up to you in the middle of the street and asked, you were pretty sure you wouldn’t be getting that dollar.

“Andromeda.”

“Thank you, Zim.”

Ah yes, the resident space nerd, who was constantly screwing with the grading curve on quizzes. But even though you rolled your eyes you found yourself smiling. He might have been from another planet but somehow his intelligence was still incredibly attractive despite your expecting it.

Gretchen, your best friend since middle school, elbowed you from her seat with a raise of her perfectly groomed eyebrows. When you shrugged your shoulders at her she tilted her towards Zim, prompting you to quietly ask her again, before she huffed and waved you off and went back to pretending to be taking notes on her laptop. You were pretty sure she was reading an article on astrology. Zodiac compatibilities or whatever.

For a solid five minutes you completely zoned out, staring off in the direction of the whiteboard while students were called up to mark on a drawn map of the current night sky. They were labeling minor constellations according to what could currently be seen within a few degrees of the horizon. Two or three other kids were invested enough to fill out the map, aside from Zim and Dib, who did most of the work.

Dib was a good kid, he came around after he grew up. You weren’t totally savvy as to what happened, but you and Gretchen came back from summer camp one year and he and Zim were joined at the hip – in a good way. After that Gretchen had an absolute glow up and turned into a modern day, purple-haired Aphrodite. And Dib fell hard. It was always so cute watching them fall in love with each other over and over again.

As your thoughts continued to drift so did your eyes, and they fell on the boys at the front of the room, your mind making a passing comment on Dib’s new jacket Gretchen got him for Christmas before landing on Zim.

He’d grown, a lot. He was just a hair under six feet – and nobody ever heard the end of it – and he’d finally ditched the raspberry uniform. It had always looked good on him, like most things did, but human clothes fit him well, even if he was too stubborn to hide the green skin. He hadn’t needed to tell you, you’d figured it out on your own pretty quickly, but even after he came to terms with you knowing he still wouldn’t take your advice on investing in a more practical disguise. That was fine though, he was a really nice shade of green and –

“You’re free to go, just don’t forget you’ve got a quiz due before midnight tomorrow. If anyone needs to speak with me about the final project I’ll be in my office today after three.”

You blinked back to reality, lifting your head off your hand. “Well time really flies when you’re having fun, huh?”

Dib peeked over his shoulder to make sure the teacher wasn’t looking before vaulting over the row of desks in front you to grab his things. “Fun? You looked bored as fuck.”

Zim laughed beside him, tucking away his laptop. “Earth to Dr. Cameron, hello~”

“Oh knock it off, you know that show’s not real,” you chided, matching his cheeky smile with your own. “I was paying attention the entire time.”

Him and Dib both gave you a hard time as you followed them out of the classroom. Gretchen was still making faces at you and nodded her head at Zim without saying anything, and you continued to raise your eyebrows in confusion.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, making the boys turn around curiously. “Hey, why don’t we stop by Starbucks and get coffee? It’s lunch so we should be able to snag a table, clearly somebody needs to study.”

Before you could interject about how you were going to ace that quiz Zim was chanting ‘frappaccino’ and Dib was mimicking an echo behind him. They were so dumb sometimes but god did you love them. Even when they were shuffling out of the building to the beat of a song blaring from Zim’s headphones.

You took Gretchen’s hand and pulled her along, lacing your fingers together so you wouldn’t get pulled apart by the crowd. “Come on, we’re getting left behind.”

She pretended to look around and act confused. “By who? I don’t know them.”

--

The line at Starbucks was backed up to the door, but people were in and out for the lunch rush and Gretchen piled all of your belongings onto a table for keeps where she could watch it from a distance. While the four of you creeped along the snaking rows of students you were grilled on potential quiz material.

“Oh come on, I’m supposed to study first. This isn’t fair –”

“Life isn’t fair, which constellation is the star Vega located in?”

“What? I don’t –”

“Wrong.”

“How many stars make up the big dipper?”

“Oh god, uh…”

“Wrong. What kind of star is Arcturus?”

“Umm, I can’t remember – ”

“Wrong again.”

“Wow you’re gonna fail.”

Gretchen smacked her boyfriend on the arm and glared at him. “Your job is to help, not antagonize.”

Zim waved her off and draped his arm around your shoulders. “Relax, she’ll be fine, I’m easily the most qualified tutor here anyway~”

“Exactly,” you said, wrapping an arm around his waist as you leaned into him with a smile.

You couldn’t see it because Zim was taller than you and you’d have to crane your neck to see his face from this angle. But the other two saw, saw the way his cheeks dusted just a shade darker, his eyes lit up, and the corner of his mouth twitched until his smile was lopsided. You didn’t know his light cough was corrective, but they did.

Gretchen shook her head goodnaturedly. “Yeah, if you say so. Now turn around so that poor barista doesn’t have to yell, she looks like she needs a nap.”

As you fumbled for your phone to pull up your Starbucks app you felt Zim’s arm slide off your shoulder.

“Hey,” he said, pulling his phone out of his back pocket, “could I buy you coffee this time?”

His offer caught you a little off guard, and apparently laughing it off was your brain’s only means at saving face once you felt the butterflies start to collate in your stomach. “Pssht, you just want the extra stars, huh?”

He smiled and your heart melted. “It’s definitely a bonus, but you didn’t say no so I’m running with it.”

If the barista wasn’t currently waving you over you would’ve insisted that he didn’t have to, but his timing was perfect so you let him have this one. Plus your seven extra stars, the mooch. His frappes always got him at least eleven to begin with. “How many until your next freebie?”

He stepped off to the side and looked down at his phone. “Two.”

“Aww, guess I should’ve gotten that venti, huh?”

“Guess so, now I’ll just have to buy you coffee again.”

You know, for being from another planet you shouldn’t be this suave.

After everyone had their coffee - and got a good laugh at Dib’s name spelled ‘Memebrane’ - you all sat down at your table in the back corner. While you and Gretchen pooled your notes to compare the boys took the quiz just to be done with it so they could focus on helping you.

“Alright,” Dib said, pulling out the textbook and slapping it down on the table. “I figured we’d give you a run down of what kinds of things to expect, ask you a few questions to see where you stand, and then devise a plan of attack from there.”

“And then I,” Zim added emphatically, “can make sure you both go home knowing what to study in the interim. Sound good?”

His excitement over the subject always made you smile, and you nodded eagerly.

About forty minutes later you were less than half as eager as you were to start with. The subject matter, again, wasn’t boring, it was just… so different than what your brain was already used to. After the end of an hour and a half Gretchen had to call it quits, asking Zim to just text her a study guide later so she wouldn’t be late to her evening class. And of course, since Dib was such a studious boyfriend, left to walk her himself.

Leaving the two of you alone. Of course.

“You don’t have another class tonight, do you?”

With a solid effort to get your nervous leg to stop bouncing you looked up and shook your head. “No, I just needed to clean some before I went to bed, other than that I’m all yours~”

Zim was in the middle of sipping his frappe before he pulled it away and coughed, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just a… a really big piece of ice.” He gave one good cough before putting his drink down and away from him. “Where were we?” His voice was a little raspy and it made you smile a little.

You looked down at your notes. “Oh yeah, the sex constellation.”

“Okay now I’m really glad I didn’t have my drink in hand that time.”

“I’m sorry! I don’t remember what it’s called, I just know it’s got a funny name,” you whined, hiding your face in your hands.

“You mean Sextant?”

“Yeah, I mean what even is a… whatever that is?”

He sighed but his smile was genuine and it made your hands start to fidget now that his eyes were on you. “It measures distances for things like altitude.”

“Oh,” you said, sounding very uninterested all of a sudden. “That’s not very exciting.”

“No, not as exciting at the sex constellation I guess,” he laughed.

“Shut up!”

“I’m just teasing,” he said, grabbing your hand when you reached across the tiny table to smack him. “ Besides, now you definitely won’t forget it. So, where’s it at on the map?”

The textbook wasn’t very user friendly when it came to finding the correct chunk of sky map, but once you figured out which one to look at you were able to point it without too much fuss.

“See? Not so hard.”

The conversation was on and off for the next half hour while Zim wrote you up a study guide and let you take one last look over everything before he insisted you’d studied enough and needed to put it down. As you were packing up and finishing off your coffee he offered to walk you back to your dorm.

You blushed just a little, turning your face back to your things. “Oh no, you don’t have to do that. It’s only a few minutes from here.”

“I know,” he said, shouldering his bag. “But it’s getting dark and I’d be an asshole if I didn’t insist, so I’m insisting.”

Well you weren’t going to argue with him, or pass up a chance to let him shower you in chivalry. So you let him walk you home, looping your arm around his while you kept pace with his long strides.

Again, you couldn’t see the helplessly infatuated look on his face, but it was one that even Eliza Schuyler would be proud of. Had you not been around he might have been humming ‘Helpless’ to himself.

The walk was quiet and your thoughts were left to wander, first from your astronomy quiz, to your next bio lab, to thinking you recognized that student you just walked by, to the weird look you got from them because you did recognize them and evidently they were silently congratulating you on your booty call because you never told them you had a boyfriend. In fact you told her the opposite about two weeks ago so now it was weird because you and Zim were not dating - but not that you didn’t want to, and you would, it was just that…

Your brain decided it had had enough of that train of thought, and instead interrupted with an arbitrary ‘what if he asked?’ and then you spiraled into a whole thing that dumped you into your high school memories. That had been a weird time for everyone just in general, but your friend group had gone through some exceptional growing pains.

You were coming to terms with what going through med school was going to entail (which was a lot), Gretchen was in the middle of a huge falling out with both of her parents, Dib was finally clawing his way out of the worst time of his life and going to therapy, and Zim…

Well, he probably had it the worst, and ended up embodying the whole “teenage rebellion” thing to an absurd degree. You remember liking the hair and new jacket, but the rest of it was just so much. The only reason you knew he was pretending to take notes in class while actually writing angry letters to his ex-Tallest (he’d been very particular about that for a while) was because he always looked so angry and eventually one of his teachers sent him to the counselor. After that there was a good week of heart-to-heart sleepovers with everyone because Gretchen insisted.

But by the end of two years things sort of… got better. You had a viable plan of action to get you through med school, Gretchen found a healthy way to be removed from her parents without the animosity, Dib’s therapy had done wonders, and Zim grew up. You remembered it all happening so fast, it was like one day you were all a bunch of edgy kids trying to prove something to the world and the next day you realized you only cared about proving something to yourselves instead.

What a crazy few years.

“What are you thinking about?”

Huh? Oh! You blinked and hummed. “High school.”

“Oh God.”

You laughed and made a face. “What? You didn’t like high school?”

Zim made a little gagging noise. “Ew, no, do you even remember high school?”

“Pfft, yeah I remember that stupid expensive leather jacket you wore.”

“Listen I deserved something nice. It’s not my fault I was impressionable and you humans have terrible coping mechanisms.”

“I’m kidding,” you said, bumping him with your hip as you walked. “But the wig was nice.”

He absently trailed his fingers through his hair, biting his lip to cease the smile that honestly never left him. “Yeah? I kinda thought it was obnoxious actually.”

“You were a rebellious grungy emo boy, of course it was obnoxious. But at least you looked…?” You paused, rolling a few words around on your tongue.

“Normal?”

“Well, not really, but close enough?”

He shrugged. “I’ll take what I can get. Want me to walk you upstairs?”

The two of you had reached your dorm building, a cookie cutter copy of three other buildings just like it. Usually it was pretty lively during the day, but somehow it just felt so foreboding once the sun went down. It was probably the fluorescent street lamps and flickering lights over the front doors. Plus the trees looked a little too lifelike in the dark.

You scrunched your nose. “Yeah, if you wouldn’t mind?”

“Not at all~” He followed you up to the door and waited for you to pull out your student ID, listening for the doors to click once you swiped it across the panel. “There’s a hell of a blind spot over here, I don’t think this camera can - ”

You bristled and pulled the door open. “Don’t tell me that!” you chided, putting your ID away. “There’s enough weirdos around here as it is, I don’t need to know about how bad the security system is.”

Zim laughed and made a face. “My bad. I could fix it though.”

The two of you stopped in front of the elevators and waited for one of the two to come down to the ground floor. “That’s probably illegal.”

“It’s definitely illegal. I’m just saying I could.” He looked up and around at the foyer, sticking his hands in his pockets as a sliver of nervous energy coiled in his stomach. Being around other people was one thing, being totally alone in an enclosed space was a completely different thing. The ‘ding’ made him jump, he was glad you didn’t notice.

As you stepped in and pressed the button for the seventh floor you sighed. “I bet if I took the stairs every day my legs would look great.”

You didn’t see his eyes flick down, or the way his jaw clenched as he bit his tongue, begging himself not to correct you out loud. But what he did say made you look. “You always c-maybe come do the gym with some time - ” He didn’t even really finish before he set his hands on his hips and just stared at the ground.

“Uh,” you tried so hard not to laugh, “What-?”

“You know I’m pretty sure I blacked out for that entire sentence.”

“Did you have a stroke?”

“No idea.”

“Can you even have those?”

“I guess we’ll find out.”

“I hope not,” you said, stepping out of the elevator as it stopped and the doors slid open. “Those are no joke, so you better not die on me.”

He followed you out and around the corner, humming. “Would you miss me?”

“Of course I’d miss you, you’re my best friend.” When you looked up you saw a dopey smile spread across his face. “Aww, see? You do have a heart.” you teased, leaning your head against his arm.

“Who, me?” He rested his hand on your opposite shoulder. “Absolutely not.”

You scoffed. “Liar.”

“Technically, I do not have the biological equivalent of a heart.”

You picked your head up and scowled. “Wait, but when I give you hugs sometimes I hear a rhythmic thumping, so what the fuck is that then?”

He shrugged and smiled. “I dunno, maybe I’ll let you play doctor some day and find out.”

There was a catch in your step as you tripped over what he said. “I - what?”

Suddenly his whole face flushed and both hands flew up to cover his face. “Oh god I’m so sorry, I forgot that was a weird sexual thing for you guys, aaaaahh,” he whined.

You laughed and waved your hand. “Oh no, no I thought you were asking me to like… cut you open or something?”

Zim pulled his hands away just enough to look absolutely horrified at you. “No no, please don’t do that either.”

“I would never let anyone do that to you, ever,” you promised, holding his arm and guiding him along down the hallway. “I was just asking, dummy. I don’t think I could ever pull off the sexy nurse thing anyway so that went right over my head.”

“Well I mean that’s debatable,” he whispered.

You looked up at him. “What?”

“What?”

“Did you just…?”

He stopped in front of your door, his eyes going a bit wide. “Oh I said that out loud didn’t I?”

You blushed, pulling your ID out of your back pocket to open your door. “Don’t worry, I’m flattered~”

He blinked a few times, absolutely mortified at himself. “Uh huh, well I’m going to stop talking and give you a hug now.”

You propped the heavy metal door open with the heel of your foot and leaned in to hug him goodbye. He was always good for hugs, something about being platonically repressed and Irken social norms or whatever, but his were your favorite. He was the perfect height too, you could snuggle right in between his chin and shoulder and wrap your arms all the way around and up his back, nice a flush - those were the best. You always felt yourself linger a little longer than with anyone else, but he didn’t seem to care, and Gretchen was the only one who ever pointed it out. It wasn’t like you were counting the seconds or anything…

“Oh hey~” Speaking of Gretchen.

You pulled away and turned around, tilting your head. “Hey, I thought you had class?”

Gretchen was draped across the couch with her laptop and leftover Starbucks. “Me too, until I got there and realized no one was coming. Wetzle got food poisoning during lunch today so he cancelled last minute. How was studying?” The lilt in her voice always assumed something.

You crossed your arms. “It was productive.”

Her lips twitched. “I’m sure it was~”

When you rolled your eyes and finally said goodnight you saw Gretchen make a beeline for the door before you got to your bedroom, but you didn’t bother to stay within earshot, if you wanted to sleep at all you still had some work to do.

When Gretchen was sure you couldn’t hear she poked her head out through the door. “Hey space nerd, get back here.”

Zim was already halfway down the hall before he groaned and walked back over and leaned against the wall as dramatically as possible. “What?”

Gretchen smiled, raising her eyebrows as her fingers drummed against the doorframe. “Sooo? How’d it go?”

“It was fine.”

“Just fine?”

“Yes, just fine.”

She scoffed and slouched her shoulders. “Oh come on, why can’t you just say something?”

Zim leaned against his arms and pressed his head into the wall, whining. “I don’t want to talk about this.”

“What happened? You bought her coffee, it was cute, what gives?”

He only whined.

“Oh my god Zim, you are such a baby. Just talk to her, it’s not that hard.”

His head raised just enough to scowl at her. “It is hard, because I tried like five minutes ago, and I’m pretty sure I blacked out and had a stroke. This isn’t - stop laughing it isn’t funny!”

Gretchen held a hand up to her mouth and waved. “No no, you’re right, it isn’t funny… it’s fucking hilarious.” When he started to genuinely look hurt she sighed and bumped him on the arm. “Okay okay, I’m sorry, this is hard for you. But - okay so maybe just talking isn’t gonna work for you… clearly. But you’ve got to do something, otherwise it’s gonna be this shitty soap opera type pining after each other bullshit forever and, I’m sorry, but it’s getting real old. Like I’m gagging on it.”

He shoved her goodnaturedly and turned around to slouch against the doorframe next to her. “Okay so talking isn’t working, what else is there? I mean I thought I was being pretty obvious? Unless I’ve totally misread this entire situation, and if I have don’t tell me because my poor soft little heart can’t take it.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” she breathed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “That’s the thing though, you are being glaringly obvious, but you don’t seem to understand that that’s not enough. Literally everyone around you gets it, but she doesn’t. That’s the problem, there’s not a whole lot else you can do if you won’t just flat out say, ‘oh hey, by the way, I’ve been in love with you since our senior year of high school, can I take you out for dinner.’ Subtlety goes right over her head, so if you can’t be up front with words, you gotta do something that’s still gonna get the point across.” When he opened his mouth to ask something Gretchen immediately started shaking her head. “No, you can’t just skip straight to the dinner date, she’ll think it’s a friendly thing. She’s… incredibly platonically inclined, you’ve got to spell this shit out.”

Zim groaned and slid halfway down the wall before forcing himself upright. “Okay, fine. You’re the best friend, tell me what’ll get her attention.”

Gretchen pursed her lips, then smiled. “How about you give me my study sheet, then we’ll talk.”

“Oh fuck off.”

“You still owe me a study sheet!”

“Yeah, and you’ll get one, but you don’t have to hold it over my head.”

She waved him off down the hall. “Less arguing, more complying with my demands~”

“Yeah yeah,” he called, shoving his hands in his pockets as he walked back down the hall to leave for good this time. Gretchen was a good friend, and he had all the faith in the world in her… he just hoped whatever advice she had would actually work.

You were too good to let slip away.

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Danganronpa Imagine | Being taught to dance by an Ultimate Dancer S/O

A/N: Ahh, sorry, I think I might’ve misinterpreted the prompt a bit (and of course I only realize this AFTER finishing all the stories ;-;)???? I’m extremely sorry if this isn’t what you were expecting!

I still hope this is an enjoyable read though!

Shuichi, Kaito, and Maki x S/O

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: N/A

Requests are closed at the moment!

Shuichi Saihara

Normally, Shuichi would never even dream of dancing, especially with a partner. Although he definitely wasn’t clumsy by any means, dancing had never seemed to click with the detective. However, he had mostly just been too afraid and awkward to try the activity out in the first place.

Yet, he couldn’t deny that his S/O, being the Ultimate Dancer zie was, had piqued his interest in the sport. Shuichi always came to zir performances, and each time he found himself completely entranced by the graceful twirls and leaps. Not only that, but his S/O always seemed to have fun while dancing as well.

Maybe... Maybe I should give it a try, he thought. Even if I suck, getting a chance to dance with my S/O will still be super nice no matter what.

Thus, Shuichi eventually worked up the courage to ask his S/O to become a dance mentor of sorts. The Ultimate Detective wasn't necessarily afraid of being rejected – no, zie was far too kind and considerate for that – but was more-so afraid that his S/O would judge him and question his sudden interest in the world of dance.

Luckily for Shuichi, however, his S/O acted anything but negatively. In fact, zie was incredibly pleased and ecstatic with the development. Zie was practically jumping up and down in excitement.

"Ahh, I'm so happy right now! Y'know, I've always wanted to dance with you at least once but was always afraid of pushing you out of your comfort zone, so I never asked," his S/O admitted. "But to think you'd come to me first... I'm so excited!"

A few days passed, and before Shuichi had even realized it, their lesson was upon him. Although he was filled with anticipation, he was admittedly a nervous wreck. He knew his S/O would be a great, patient teacher, yet his mind continued to flip through all of the possible ways he could screw up and tick zim off.

"Alright, so first things first, have you had any experience with dancing before, Shuichi?" his S/O asked.

"U-um, no." The detective silently cursed himself for stuttering at such a simple question. "I actually haven't had much experience in any type of dance."

"Oh, that's totally fine!" Zie gave a reassuring smile. "We can start with some basic steps then. How does the cha-cha sound to you?"

Shuichi shrugged and nodded, despite not exactly knowing what the cha-cha actually was.

"Alright, I'll demonstrate it for you first." Despite the simple process, the Ultimate Dancer's footwork was fluid and graceful.

Zie continued for a few seconds before asking, "You think you got it?"

The detective swallowed and nodded hesitantly. Sure, the cha-cha looked awfully simple, but his S/O could make any dance look easy. Still, he was determined. Shuichi couldn't back out now, especially since his S/O made some time in zir busy schedule to teach him.

His S/O gave him a comforting smile. "Here, I'll do it at the same time as you, and I'll count slowly. Ready?" At his nod of approval, she counted, "And a 5, 6, 7, 8..."

Despite going at a snail's pace, Shuichi still stumbled and fumbled his way through the dance. He often found himself with his weight on the wrong foot, stepping forward when he was supposed to shift back, and staying in place when he should've been moving, among other things. Every time he messed up, his S/O would smile and assure him he was doing fine, as well as offer a piece of advice. Yet, even with zir seemingly infinite supply of patience and support, Shuichi was still immensely troubled by his lack of skill.

Several minutes passed before he heaved a great sigh and turned to face his S/O, eyes averted to the ground in embarrassment. "S/O, I... I'm sorry, but I just don't think dancing's for me. Even with you, the Ultimate Dancer, helping me, I'm just... just a lost cause when it comes to this sort of thing." Shuichi laughed bitterly.

His S/O frowned, concern plain on zir face. "Shuichi... You're not a lost cause," zie said, shaking zir head. "At least, you're not a lost cause until you've decided to give up."

Shuichi's S/O reached out zir arm and gently lifted the detective's chin to look into his golden eyes, a kind expression on zir face. "I don't care if it takes you a thousand years to learn this dance, I'll be there to support every step of the way. Really, the fact that you're even interested in dancing in the first place makes me happier than I can express." Zie smiled and laughed softly. "I mean, since this is your first time dancing, I wouldn't expect you to be super duper amazing anyway."

The detective stared back at his S/O, a smile slowly spreading on his lips. "I... Well, thank you, S/O. That... That means a lot to me."

His S/O grinned. "Well, anything for you, of course. So, how about it? Wanna continue, or do you wanna take a break?"

"...I can practice a bit more," Shuichi said, a newfound determination in his gaze.

"Like music to my ears!" Zie beamed. "And a 5, 6, 7, 8..."

Kaito Momota

“Hey, quick question.”

Kaito and his S/O were chilling in the living room, both laying on the couch. Upon the astronaut’s inquiry, his S/O lazily raised zir head.

“Hm? What is it?”

“I’ve been thinking, how do you feel about teaching me some dance moves? I mean, you are the Ultimate Dancer and all, so it’d be pretty cool learning from the best, y’know?” he casually asked.

Zie quirked an eyebrow in curiosity. “Well, sure, that’d actually be sorta fun, now that I think about it. I’m not sure if I’d be the best teacher though.” Zie laughed softly.

“Nah, that’s fine,” Kaito shook his head confidently. “If the Luminary of the Stars can take on the galaxy, I sure as hell can take on the dancefloor!”

His S/O snorted. “Oh, really? Have you had any experience dancing before?”

“Nope!” the Ultimate Astronaut replied, his confidence unwavering. “I mean, there’s a first time for everything anyway. As long as I don’t give up, I’ll get the hang of dancing eventually! Plus, I’ve got the best person for the job personally teaching me,” he added.

“Well, I admire your courage,” his S/O nodded approvingly. “Alright, let’s get up. I’ve got some time, so I can teaching you some dancing right here, right now.”

Kaito immediately sprung up from the couch, cracking his knuckles. “Bring it on! How hard can moving your body to a rhythm even be?”

As it turns out, moving your body to a rhythm was, indeed, very hard. Apparently, even the Luminary of the Stars couldn’t help but trip over his own feet some of the time  — or more accurately, all of the time. Still, he didn’t let these setbacks dampen his spirits; in fact, as time went on, he gradually became more and more fired up.

“One more time! I’ll get it this time around, I can just feel it!” he exclaimed, pumping a fist in the air to hype himself up.

Isn’t that exactly what you said last time...? his S/O thought, amused, but kept quiet; zie didn’t want to discourage the astronaut.

However, after stumbling off rhythm for the thirtieth time or so, Kaito eventually sighed and collapsed back onto the couch. He wiped the sweat off his brow and looked up at his S/O. “Not to give up or anything, but... Do you have any easier dances I could possibly learn?”

His S/O sat down on the couch beside him and shook zir head regretfully. “Sorry, but I chose the easiest one I knew.”

Kaito chuckled dryly. “Heh, if I wasn’t utterly failing at that dance a few seconds ago, I’d almost be offended.”

“Well, um...” Zie struggled to pick up the conversation. After a few seconds of awkward silence, zie suddenly stood up from the couch. “Hey, how about we take a quick break for now? Like, get some water or something, then try again afterward?”

“Sounds good.” Kaito stood up as well and followed his S/O over to the kitchen. “I’m sure I’ll feel just fine after a little break!”

“That’s the spirit!” His S/O grinned, relieved that trying to dance hadn’t swiped the Ultimate Astronaut of all his fervor.

Unfortunately, however, the break wasn’t a magical remedy that could give him a boost in dancing skill. Despite the Ultimate Dancer being his instructor and Kaito giving it his absolute best, things were not looking very good for Kaito, dance-wise. Soon, the two were, once again, lazing around on their couch.

“You know, S/O, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but... Maybe I should just stick to space, yeah?”

His S/O immediately turned to face him, shock apparently on zir face. “W-what? Are you giving up on dancing?!”

Kaito’s eyes widened at zir reaction, a bit taken aback himself. “Woah there, calm down. And, well, I guess, yeah. No matter what I did, it just didn’t seem to work out. You know more than anyone how I try my hardest at everything too.”

“N-no, I just mean...” Zie sighed. “Sorry, I was just super surprised. You never give up at anything.”

“Hey, it’s not like I want to give up,” Kaito replied, getting a tad defensive. “You saw how I danced. Better to quit before I make an even bigger fool of myself, am I right?”

“No, that’s wrong!” His S/O suddenly shot out zir hands and gripped his in zir own. “What are you even talking about? You think you looked foolish? No, you were trying your best, and there’s no way that could look stupid! You were... You were really cool!”

“I...” Kaito averted his gaze, a light blush creeping up on his cheeks. “Hey, don’t get off-topic here! Even if I looked, well, cool, that doesn’t change the fact that my dancing was absolutely terrible.”

“So what?” zie replied nonchalantly. “It’s your first day you’ve tried dancing. I bet if you went around asking Ultimates what their first time doing their talent was like, almost none of them would say it was immediately easy!” Zir gaze gradually softened, morphing from indignant to caring. “You’ve got the whole rest of your life to get better at dancing, so don’t give up now, okay?”

The astronaut looked back at his S/O, completely speechless. A few seconds passed as he blinked, contemplating what had just transpired. Eventually, he broke the silence with a soft chuckle. “Haha, wow, didn’t think I’d ever see the day when I’m the one who’s receiving a speech on not giving up.”

Zie shrugged. “Well, even heroes need guidance sometimes.”

Kaito cracked a grin and heartily laughed. “Yeah, you’re right, I can’t give up. I vow on my title as Kaito Momota, Luminary of the Stars, that I’ll keep trying at dancing until I get it! Watch out, S/O; I’m coming for your title as the Ultimate Dancer!”

Kaito’s S/O smirked confidently. “Yeah, I won’t be giving it up that easily.”

Maki Harukawa

"Maki, have you ever danced before?"

The assassin's S/O had spoken suddenly, interrupting the silence between the two during their dinner. In fact, the dinner had been uncharacteristically quiet the whole time; although it was normal for Maki to speak very little, usually her S/O automatically led the conversations. Yet, this time around, even zie seemed silently deep in thought.

Maki looked up from her plate. "No. Why do you ask?"

"Well, I..." Zie took a deep breath and looked up at her with a tentative smile. "I was wondering if you and I could dance sometime. I just think it would be nice, y'know?"

The Ultimate Assassin blinked in surprise. The offer had come from basically nowhere, besides the fact that her S/O was the Ultimate Dancer. Maki frowned as she contemplated the idea for several seconds.

"...A-actually, uh, never mind," zie laughed hesitantly. "I know you're probably not interested in something like that-"

"S/O, dancing sounds great," she abruptly replied, a small smile on her lips. "Still, you'll have to teach me how."

"O-oh, I..." zie stuttered in disbelief, a grin slowly blooming on zir face. "Yeah, sounds like a plan!"

And so a few days later, Maki found herself in her S/O's bedroom, which naturally had plenty of free space. Besides a desk, a chair, and, of course, a bed, there was practically nothing else in the room. One wall consisting entirely of a mirror spanning from floor to ceiling combined with the smooth wooden floorboards gave the impression of a true-blue dance studio.

The assassin plopped down on the bed and awaited further instruction. Her S/O cleared zir throat. "Alright, so, are there any dances, in particular, you'd be interested in learning?"

Maki shook her head. "Any dance is fine, as long as it's relatively simple."

"Mhmm, of course..." Her S/O cupped zir chin in zir hand in deep thought, obviously racking zir brain for a simple, easy-to-learn dance.

Several seconds passed before Maki snorted in amusement and broke the awkward silence. "S/O, just choose the first one that comes to mind. If that doesn't work out, you can just pick another one."

Zie snapped out of zir daze at the sudden noise. "A-ah, right! Uh, in that case, how about the salsa?"

"Sounds delicious," she replied dryly.

"Ha, ha, very funny. As if I hadn't heard that joke a thousand times before." Her S/O rolled zir eyes, but a smile grew on zir face nonetheless.

Zie reached out zir hand. Maki took it, lifting herself from off the bed. She smoothed out her skirt and looked at her S/O expectantly. "Alright, so... What do I do?"

"Well, first," zie grasped one of her hand's and placed zir other on her shoulder, "we start in this position."

Maki instinctively flinched at the unanticipated contact. "Ah, is this a partner dance?"

Her S/O, having felt her recoil, immediately released zir holds and backed off. "S-sorry, is that a problem? We could do a different dance if that makes you more comfortable..."

"No, this dance is fine," she responded quickly. "I... I just wasn't expecting us to dance as partners, but it's fine, really."

"Are you sure?"

In place of a response, Maki swept in close, clasped zir hand, and gently rested her free hand on zir shoulder. She stared at her S/O, a determined look in her eye. "I'm positive."

"Alright, if you say so," zie replied with a nod. "First, step back with your right foot."

She tentatively did as told, and her S/O stepped forward with his left, mirroring her actions.

"Then shift your weight back to your left foot."

Maki began to step forward with her left foot but was promptly interrupted by her S/O. "Oh, no, no, don't step forward. Keep your foot in the same spot, but just transfer your weight onto it," zie instructed.

The assassin muttered an apology under her breath and stepped with her left foot once again, this time remembering to keep her foot in the same place.

"Now return your right foot next to your left." As Maki obeyed, zie nodded encouragingly. "And then step forward with your left... Shift your weight back... Then put your feet together."

Upon returning to their starting position, Maki's S/O broke out into a huge grin. "Congrats, you just did the salsa! Are you ready to pick up the pace a little?"

With a nod as a response, the two repeated the dance, this time at a higher speed. Although the Ultimate Dancer moved as graceful and confident as ever, Maki soon found herself fumbling to keep up and tripping over her own feet. Of course, every time she stumbled, her S/O would slow down to let her steady herself and catch up, but the Ultimate Assassin gradually grew annoyed and agitated at herself nonetheless.

With every misstep, Maki softly grumbled an apology or curse, but as her mistakes increased, so did her volume. Apparently, her twentieth-or-so slip-up was the last straw; with a violent, exasperated sigh, she broke from their embrace and dropped onto the bed. A few seconds passed as she took deep breaths to calm herself, and her S/O sat down beside her.

"Hey, um, are you alright? We can take a break if you want," zie offered tentatively.

She blinked and averted her gaze downward. "Sorry, I know I'm acting immature-"

"No, don't say that. It's natural to get frustrated-" her S/O began.

"You don't need to make excuses for me," Maki interrupted. "Getting worked up over something as trivial as this is, well, dumb. Dancing just isn't for me."

As she stood up to walk out of the bedroom, her S/O quickly shot zir hand out and grabbed her wrist. Maki instantly spun around, instinctively spouting her catchphrase, "Do you wanna die?"

Her S/O promptly released her arm and smiled apologetically. "Uh, no, sorry about that." Zie laughed awkwardly and cleared zir throat. "I... I just wanted to say before you leave that, well, it's alright to get angry at yourself. Also, no matter how much you might mess up, I'll never judge or get impatient with you. M-my room is a safe space, y'know?"

Maki's glare gradually softened, which her S/O took as a sign to keep going.

"I love dancing with all my heart, Maki, and, er, well, that might be a given considering my Ultimate talent, but..." Zie suddenly realized zie should wrap up zir spiel. "Uh, never mind, the point is, dancing with you today was one of the enjoyable things I'd ever done, and I'd love to dance with you again. Of course, I understand if you'd rather never dance again, but I just wanted to say... My door is always open. Next time — if there is a next time — we could continue right where we left off, or try a different dance. Whichever you prefer."

The assassin stared silently in deep contemplation, taking all this in. After several nerve-wracking seconds, she gave a small smile to her S/O. "I... I'll keep your offer in mind."

She then exited the room, leaving her S/O in solitude. Despite her answer being very open-ended, zie still breathed a sigh of relief. After all, a small chance, however minuscule, was better than no chance at all, right?

＊ Mod Chiaki

[smxiggy]

Netflix’s Top 250 Best Movies To Watch In Lockdown, According To Extracorn.com

Netflix's Best 250 Best Movies To Watch In Lockdown, Based On Rotten Tomatoes

Everybody around the country is stuck indoors playing video games and watching streams right now, and you might be starting to get desperate for content to consume to relieve the boredom. Well, how does 250 pictures on Netflix sound? Gotta make the most from that subscription, I suppose.

Netflix is...usually not famous for its top-notch movie choice, as lots of the rights to films visit other services or remain on demand where you need to pay for them separately. But they do have a good amount of films, and are beginning to make quite good first movies of their own.

The problem with Netflix is the fact that it doesn't have a rating system to really tell you what is good. You find a picture or series, you have to Google a review or a score somewhere. That's where Rotten Tomatoes comes from.

This is useful in deciding what to watch, because you understand at least X number of critics believed it was great.

You can see the complete list here, but I thought I would at least go through the top 50 to find out what gems emerge. I am uncertain the way RT is breaking ties when it comes to movies with similar scores. Might be total number of testimonials, but I am not sure.

Undefeated

NETFLIX

50.

49. The Stranger (1946 -- 96 percent ) -- Directed by Orson Wells, this is the story about an escaped Nazi war criminal posing as a professor.

48. Menashe (2017 -- 96%) -- A look inside the civilization of ultra-orthodox Hasidic Jews.

47. The appearance of Silence (2015 -- 96%) -- A harrowing narrative about the Indonesian genocide.

46. Blue Ruin (2014 -- 96 percent ) -- A traditional American revival story that won a lot of awards at Cannes.

45. Atlantics (2019 -- 96%) -- A Netflix original supernatural romantic drama which was the first film directed by a black woman to be featured in competition at Cannes.

44. Groundhog Day (1993 -- 96 percent ) -- The Bill Murray classic which may prove too close to home for people working from home using the exact same routine every day at the moment.

42. Rosemary's Baby (1968 -- 96 percent ) -- The traditional horror movie starring Mia Farrow where a Satanic cult would like to steal her baby.

41.

The Irishman

NETFLIX

40. The Edge of Democracy (2019 -- 97 percent ) -- A documentary about how a democratic nation can fall into autocracy.

39. The Body Remembers When the World Broke Open (2019 -- 97%) -- Quite a name. Two native women cross paths within a brutal event that bonds .

38.

37.

36. To All The Boys I Have Love Before (2018 -- 97 percent ) -- Netflix's new age young romance classic with a star-making turn for Lana Condor. The sequel isn't as good.

35. In This Corner of the World (2017 -- 97%) -- A gorgeous, animated film about what wartime does to humanity.

34. 13TH (2016 -- 97%) -- An Ava DuVernay documentary about America's messy racial history.

33. Aquarius (2016 -- 97%) -- A festival film about a battle between developers and a renter.

32. Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (2001 -- 97 percent ) -- The Ang Lee martial arts classic that really holds up well today.

31. Mudbound (2017 -- 97 percent ) -- A narrative concerning the rural American South during World War 2.

Monty Python and the Holy Grail

30.

29. Dolemite is My Name (2019 -- 97 percent ) -- An incredible performance by Eddie Murphy at a Netflix original.

28. Hell or High Water (2016 -- 97%) -- A western heist thriller starring Chris Pine and Ben Foster that went underappreciated in theatres.

27. Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (2018 -- 97 percent ) -- Some of the very best superhero or animated films ever. Period.

26. The Cakemaker (2018 -- 98 percent ) -- A German movie about a complicated love story and catastrophe.

25. Homecoming (2019 -- 98 percent ) -- Check out Beyonce's historical Coachella performance.

24. God's Own Country (2017 -- 98 percent ) -- A silent romance about a remote farmer who meets with a man he falls in love with.

23.

22. My Life as a Zucchini (2017 -- 98%) -- A charming animated movie with a surprisingly deep and gloomy narrative attached to it.

21. Once Upon a Time in the West (1968 -- 98 percent ) -- An all time great western from Sergio Leone.

Moonlight

A24

20. Moonlight (2016 -- 98 percent ) -- The very best picture winner about the life span of a young man as we see him in three different phases of life.

19. Beneath the Shadow (2016 -- 99%) -- A story about the Iran-Iraq war that functions as a harrowing thriller.

18. Jiro Dreams of Sushi (2012 -- 99%) -- The classic documentary you should observe even if you don't like sushi.

17. Starred Up (2014 -- 99%) -- An incredible UK prison film starring Ben Mendelsohn until he awakened.

16. A Separation (2011 -- 99%) -- The story of a dissolving relationship well before we got A Marriage Story.

15. Virguna (2014 -- 100 percent ) -- A story of the people who devote their lives protection the natural wonders of the Congo.

14. The Young Offenders (2016 -- 100%) -- A humor road trip film inspired by the true story of the biggest cocaine seizure in Ireland.

13.

12.

11. Invader Zim: Enter the Florpus (2019 -- 100 percent ) -- Wait ? I guess people love Invader Zim.

10. Creep two (2017 -- 100 percent ) -- A rare horror movie that works even better than the first.

9. Mercury 13 (2018 -- 100%) -- A documentary about how sexism held back female astronauts decades ago.

8. Kilo 2 Bravo (2015 -- 100 percent ) -- The real story of a platoon who has to remove a Taliban roadblock.

7. Chasing Coral (2017 -- 100 percent ) -- Check out coral reefs, a natural miracle.

6. Mr. Roosevelt (2017 -- 100 percent ) -- A story about a woman and her cat that acts as a metaphor for an entire generation.

5. Strong Island (2017 -- 100 percent ) -- One tragedy signifies racial injustice in the usa.

4.

3.

2.

1. Knock Down the House (2019 -- 100%) -- A documentary concerning democratic women who obtained improbable House campaigns.

Would you take issue with some of the ratings ? I mean, sure, Knock Down the home is likely not the single best movie on Netflix. And like you, I haven't heard of a lot of these. But that's what a list similar to this is for, to get you to broaden your horizon to documentaries or foreign films or subject matter you might normally participate with. I guess you can just see Goodfellas for the eleventh time, that works also.

And there are about 40 here I have not seen, so I've got some work to do. Again, you can see all of 250 here.

[krizaland]

I've got an idea for Zim x Reader story. Zim lost his PAK and didnt get it back on time which led to his body death. But then Reader found PAK and uploaded Zim's consciousness to a computer. And now both Reader and Zim trying to figure out how to bring Zim back to the physical world. P.S. I know, that PAKs attach to every being availible, but can we just skip this? P.P.S. Sorry if i make mistakes. English is not my native language. P.P.P.S. Your stories are really cool. Thank you.

Thank you for your kind words and your very interesting request! I’ve actually got the perfect idea for this one!

Be warned: I decided to take inspiration from Issues #24 and #25 of the Invader Zim comic series. So there will be some spoilers ahead! If you haven’t read issue #25 then I highly recommend you do so. However, if you’ve already read it or just don’t mind spoilers then read on! Reader will also be hit on by a very gross creep! While, there won’t be anything sexual, things might get very uncomfortable. There will also be some swearing ahead.

Here’s the song I used btw

You let out a groan as you slowly opened your heavy eyelids.

“Oh hey! You’re finally awake!”

You let out a gasp as you were greeted by none other than Fitzoo-Menga!

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you there!” He chuckled as he pressed a few buttons on his chair.

The moment he got closer to you, the most foul odor assaulted your nostrils.

You nearly gagged as you started to cough.

“I take it you....must be...Fitzoo-Menga” You wheezed through your coughs.

“Please call me, Virooz. It’s who I am on the inside!” He purred as he circled you.

“Why did you kidnap me?!” You heaved as you managed to catch your breath.

“Because your Zim’s life mate! At first I was gonna destroy you for making Zim all soft and stuff but you’re actually kinda hot so I think I might keep you around for a while!” Virooz chuckled as he stroked your face.

“Hey! Quit it!” You whined as you tried to turn your head away from him.

“Aww! Playing hard to get I see.” Virooz cooed as he patted your cheek.

“Let me go! I wouldn’t date you even if I wasn’t already dating Zim!” You snarled as you struggled in your restraints.

“Aww, Come on, baby! You gotta be crazy to not want to date a High-Tech qudrillionaire genius!” Virooz pouted.

“Well then throw me in the crazy house! Because I’m not interested in dating someone who smells like he hasn’t showered in 300 years!” You snarled as you shot him a glare.

“Oooh! Feisty! Virooz likey.” Virooz crooned as he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Eww! Stop looking at me like that!” You gagged as you tried to avoid Virooz’s hungry gaze.

“Don’t worry! You’ll learn to love me, baby!” Virooz chuckled with a wink.

You were just about ready to vomit when

BEEP! BEEP!

“Oh! Looks like your now ex boyfriend is nearby!” Virooz sang as he turned to his main computer and pressed a few buttons.

SHOOMP!

Zim was lifted off the ground and sucked up into the ship

PLOP!

Zim fell onto a bright green couch.

“Welcome, Zim.” Virooz crooned without turning his chair around.

“Virooz I presume! Why have you brought this humble janitor to-” Zim asked.

“You’re not a janitor and you didn’t fool anyone with your stupid disguise, Zim!” Virooz’s voice was ice cold as he spoke.

“Fine! I am indeed Zim! Just as you, ‘Virooz’ are Fitsoo-Menga! I’m right about that right?” Zim’s voice shrank a bit as he spoke.

“Yep”

“JUST WHAT IS YOUR GAME, VIROOZ?! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY Y/N?!” Zim demanded as he snapped a finger in his direction.

“My game is to make you stop sucking! And as for Y/N? They’re right here! ” Virooz cackled as he spun his chair around and revealed you tied up in a chair.

“RELEASE Y/N! RELEASE THEM OR SUFFER THE WRATH OF ZIM!” Zim roared as he stomped his foot.

“Relax, Zim! I’m not gonna hurt Y/N. I wouldn’t want to hurt my new life mate!” Virooz chuckled as he put his hands on his stomach.

“Eh?! Your life mate?! But Y/N is my life mate!” Zim whined as he gestured to himself.

“Not anymore! Y/N is my life mate now!” Virooz taunted as he patted your head.

“No way! Get your hands off of me you creep!” You snarled as you tried to move your head away from Virooz.

“You know, I was going to like destroy them and stuff but man! They are feisty! Y/N is the only thing about you now that doesn’t suck, Zim!” Virooz purred as he kept stroking your head like a cat.

“GET YOUR FILTHY CYBER APPENDAGES OFF OF MY Y/N!” Zim let out a war cry and lunged at Virooz

SWIP!

CRASH!

Virooz moved his chair aside, causing Zim’s face to kiss the floor.

Zim let out a groan as he peeled himself off of the floor.

“Wow! Even your attempts so save your life mate are lame!” Virooz shook his head as he pushed a few buttons on his chair.

SWIP!

A chair came zooming into the room and knocked into Zim’s legs, causing him to fall into it.

All you could do was watch Zim scream in agony as he was forcibly tied to the chair.

“There! Now that everyone’s here, I think you need a reminder of just how awesome you used to be!” Virooz exclaimed as he pressed another button on his chair.

ZAP!

A large monitor in the center of the room crackled to life and the lights dimmed.

Inside the Irken Dooqbase, Commander Poki was giving the Invaders-in training a lecture on why they should never remove their PAKs.

“…And, as Private Sox is showing us, rookies, that is why you never detach your PAK! The PAK is all that you are as an Irken! It controls your body! It contains your memories! And emergency directions to the nearest snack stockpile.” Commander Poki explained as she held up Private Sox’s PAK.

“There you go, Private Sox! Neurothing on!”  Commander Poki dropped Private Sox’s PAK and pulled out a small pen like device.

“REATTACHMENT PROTOCOL”

And with that, several metal tentacles whipped out from Private Sox’s PAK.  Private Sox’s PAK then scuttled off to reunite with its host.

You hummed as you slowly became invested in the recording. Zim mentioned that his PAK was basically his brain but you never knew that it could come off.

“Enjoying the show so far?” Virooz whispered.

You let out a gasp as you felt his hot, smelly breath burn against your ear.

“Heh. You sure are jumpy.” Virooz teased as his arms slithered around you.

“Get off of me!” You hissed as you tried to shake him off of you.

“Mmm…Keep that fire burning baby.” Virooz purred as he released you.

A shudder ran down your spine as you turned your attention back to the monitor.

As the recording went on, you couldn’t help but giggle. Zim was so cute when he was younger, despite blowing up the entire Dooqbase.

Soon the recording came to an end and the lights came back on.

“That was amazingness, maaaan! The way you blew up that dooqbase? Sick! And your first mission, too!” Virooz gushed as he zipped in front of Zim.

You and Zim exchanged confused glances for a moment.

“Of all your videos that I hacked from the Irken military archives, that is definitely top three. Well, top five. If you don’t include that things with the Electro-slugs and the rubber shorts. That was killer, maaan!” Virooz bailed as spittle begun to fly from his lips.

“So you’re a fan of my work. Great. So am I. Now let me and Y/N go.” Zim growled as his ruby eyes narrowed.

“Fan? Man, I am like all over your work! I mean, yeah, by day I’m Fitzoo-Menga, high-tech quadrillionaire genius. But at night, I am totes into your stuff!” Virooz gushed.

“And sticking cyber-things on your hideous body, it seems.” Zim muttered.

“And being a disgusting creep.” You added.

“Oooh! There’s that fire again! Man, I’m glad I didn’t destroy you, baby! We’re gonna have sooo much fun together!” Virooz giggled.

“Stop calling me that! I’m not your baby!” You snarled as you shook in your seat.

“Yeah! Y/N is Zim’s baby! Not yours!” Zim added as he tried to scoot in front of you.

“Whatever.” Virooz scoffed as he flicked his wrist.

“Anyway, Fitzoo-”  Zim began

“Call me Virooz! It’s who I really am inside!” Virooz crooned as he gestured to himself.

“Well, Virooz-”

“Virooz got your attention by getting GIR to attack you!” Virooz cooed.

“Well, Virooz-”

“Virooz led you inside GIR’s programming to give you the coordinates to Cyberflox!” Virooz chuckled.

“Well, Virooz-”

“Virooz kindapped Y/N and seduced them.”

“No you did not!” You gagged.

“Then Virooz watched your every move on mall security cams!” Virooz squished his cheeks.

“Well, Virooz-”

“And Virooz grabbed you when you figured out the truth! I am Viroooooooz!” Virooz cackled.

“WELL, VIROOZ!!!!! If you will stop blowing your word-hole!!! WHY ARE WE HERE?! Do you want my autograph?” Zim roared as he shot Virooz a glare.

“No way maaaaan! You’re terrible now!” Virooz whined as he pressed a few keys on his main computer.

“Terrible?!” Zim parroted.

“Ever since you’ve been on Earth, you’ve gone totally downhill! Squishing the Earth with Mars? What is that?! Or that bologna serum? And what’s with the big-headed kid?! Who cares about him?!” Virooz complained as gestured to all of Zim’s previous schemes on screen.

“All right-”

“Oh, and now you’ve given up on being an Invader?! Just because you got a totally hot life mate?! Maan, I don’t even know who you are anymore! You’re not my Zim that’s for sure! Why can’t you go back to destroying things?! I’ll bet Y/N would look so much hotter setting off some gigabooms with you!” Virooz pouted as he folded his arms.

“You’re right, he’s not your Zim. He never was! Zim is his own awesome person, who doesn’t exist just to please sweaty man-babies like you! Things change, Virooz! Things change! Zim has indeed changed and he will continue to change whether you like it or not! You wanna know why? Because Zim is growing up! Maybe you should try it sometime!” You ranted as you wriggled in your seat.

“Hot damn! Did you hear that?! Maaan, That was so spicy! What a savage! See, Zim?! At least your life mate is cooler than you!” Virooz squealed as he dragged you closer to him

“GET YOUR CYBER HANDS OFF OF MY Y/N!  And as for your feedback, I will take it….And ignore it! NOW LET Y/N AND I GO!” Zim demanded as he scooted closer.

“Nuh-uh! See, I know how to fix your slump! I’m going to become you!” Virooz cackled as a creepy grin spread across his face.

“WHAAT?!” You and Zim exclaimed in unison.

BEEP! BEEP!

“Oh, look! We’re here, Planet Dooq, site of your first awesome mission” Virooz announced as he  begun to land the ship.

“Well, it was pretty awesome.” Zim admitted.

“Do you know what this is?” Virooz chuckled as he pulled out a large poorly constructed PAK.

“Terrible?” Zim retorted.

“Garbage?” You grumbled.

“It’s my version of an Irken PAK! I designed it myself!” Virooz boasted as he patted his mechanical abomination.

“You designed it terrible.” Zim noted.

“Come on, Maaaan! It does everything the Irken PAK does! Holds your personality. Controls a body. Plus full surround sound speakers!” Virooz beamed as he made the PAK play horrible music.

“So you want me to endorse it?” Zim asked as he tilted his head in confusion.

“Nope! I’m going to dump my mind in it… and attach it to your body!” Virooz squealed as he shoved the poorly constructed PAK in Zim’s face.

“WHAT?! Never!” Zim screeched.

“Yeah! This is insane, Virooz! I don’t even think your underdeveloped brain is even compatible with Zim’s body!” You added.

“Just wait here, duuuuudes. While I get just one sick thing from the wreckage! Oh and one more thing!” Virooz chuckled as he made his way towards you.

SMOOCH!

Virooz planted a sloppy, wet kiss onto your cheek.

“Bye baby! See you real soon! Computer! Lock the hatch!” Virooz purred as the door locked behind him.

You sat gobsmacked for a moment as you tried desperately to hold back your vomit.

“Y/N! Are you alright?!” Zim yelped as he scooted his chair next to you.

“No….Oh god I feel so violated…” You shuddered as a few tears trickled down your cheeks.

“Don’t cry, my sweet, Y/N! I’ll get us free from these primitive chairs!” Zim reassured as he activated a multitool from his PAK.

“At least we’re in this together.” You sniffled as you tried to regain your composure.

“He tied us up with rope! What kind of idiot uses rope?! Now let’s see.. Ion inverter…Transphasic screwdriver…Quarkmonker….Transcranila Binulator…..Polarmonistonic Corkscrew…Lot of stuff in this thing..” Zim grumbled as he searched through his multitool.

“Why don’t you try the-”

“Shh! Not now, my sweet! I need to concentrate!” Zim hushed as he continued his search.

You let out a sigh and shook your head. You loved your boyfriend but sometimes he was just so stubborn!

“Ah ha! Tweezers!” Zim announced as he selected the small pair of tweezers amongst the sea of other gadgets.

“Really tweezers?” You groaned as you raised an eyebrow.

“Yes! Tweezers are the perfect tool for a job like this, sweet Y/N! Now just hold on while I tweeze myself free! Once I’m free of this primitive rope, I can set you free as well!” Zim explained as he begun to tweeze away at the rope.

Meanwhile, Virooz ventured out into the ruins of the Dooqbase and stumbled upon a first aid kit.

“Aha! An Irken Neurothing!” Virooz cheered as he held up the neurothing.

It wasn’t long before Zim was almost free of his rope prison.

“Almost completely tweezed through…” Zim muttered as he got a communicator device from his PAK.

“Zim to GIR! Come in GIR!” Zim screamed into the communicator.

GIR was hanging out in a birthday cake alongside Minimoose who was wearing a purple flowery sun hat.

BRRING! BRRING!

GIR’s head opened up and projected a hologram of Zim.

“GIR! It’s an emergency! I need you to-What are you doing?”

“I’m a birthday cake!” GIR chirped.

“Ohhh-kay. I need you to get the ship and get to my coordinates immediately! Understand?!” Zim commanded.

“Yes, my master!”

“Good! Zim out”

GIR was about to cut the call but Zim stopped him.

“I mean now GIR!”

“Oooh! Ok! Come’ere ship!” GIR chirped.

BOOM!

The ship crashed through a wall and zipped in front of GIR and Minimoose.

“WE GOIN’ TO SPAAAACE!” GIR sang as he hopped into the ship.

“Neyah!” Minimoose squeaked as the ship blasted off into the starry sky.

Meanwhile, Zim had finally managed to tweeze himself free of his primitive prison.

BAM!

Zim burst free and rushed to your side.

“Fear not, my sweet Y/N! For Zim is here to set you free!” Zim sang as he untied you.

You let out a sigh of relief as you felt the rope loosen.

“Thanks, Zim!” You hopped out of your chair and stretched for a moment.

“Of course! Zim wouldn’t leave you with that DISGUSTING Virooz! Now let’s clean your beautiful face free of Virooz’s FILTHY SLOBBER!” Zim pulled out some wipes from his PAK and cleaned your face.

“Victory! I have successfully eliminated all traces of Virooz’s FITHLY SLOBBER!” Zim cackled as he put the wipes away.

“Thank you so, so much, Zim!” You squealed as you rubbed your now clean cheek.

“It was no trouble, sweet, Y/N! I-”

SMOOCH!

Zim was cut off by you planting a much cleaner kiss on his cheek.

Zim’s PAK sparked as his antennas sprung straight up. His face turned a darker shade of green as his worm like tongue hung out of his mouth. He let out a few chirps and purrs as he rubbed his cheek.

You let out a giggle at Zim’s lovestruck behavior.

Zim shook away his infatuation and cleared his throat.

“Now, the door is locked! So we shall escape through the ventilation ducts!” Zim announced as he gestured to one of the ventilation ducts.

“Are you are that’s the best way-”

“Of course it is, sweet Y/N! Now come on! We don’t have much time!” Zim insisted as he ripped off the ventilation duct’s grate and pulled you inside with him.

Zim’s spider legs clicked against the inside of the ducts as he held your hand and lead you along.

After what felt like a few minutes of struggling to navigate through the maze of ventilation ducts, Zim had found an opening.

“AHA! Freedom!” Zim squealed as he burst open the grate and pushed you out with him.

PLOP!

PAF!

You fell flat on your rear as Zim plopped into your lap.

“Hey duuuuudes! Trying to get away? Epic fail!” Virooz taunted as he floated back into the room.

“We did this on purpose! To show you we escaped your primitive rope!” Zim lied as he gently crawled out of your lap.

“Yeah! Seriously? Rope? How uncreative! You claim to be a high-tech quadrillionaire genius and all you had to capture us with is rope?” You added as you got up and put your hands on your hips.

“Primitive? Uncreative? Rope is classic, maaaaan! You’ve gotten so lame you couldn’t even save your life mate and leave the ship, Zim! But hey look what I got! An Irken neurothing! For detaching and replacing Irken PAKs! Killer right?!” Virooz sang as he waved around the neurothing.

You gasped as you stood in front of Zim protectively.

“Move aside, baby! It’s time for me to take over Zim’s body, go out there into the galaxy and restore his former glory!” Virooz cheered as he shoved you aside with his chair.

You let out a yelp as you plopped onto your bottom.

“Y/N! Listen, Virooz! You will never be Zim! I am Zim! Your Zim would be a grubby shadow of the real Zim! Weak as a sickly mweep! Stinky like the rotten fruit of the filth-squeezing filth tree of-”

Suddenly, Zim’s rant was cut off by the sound of the Neurothing activating.  

CLANG!

FLOP!

Zim’s PAK popped right off his back, causing his body to follow suit.

“Even your speeches got dumb!” Virooz groaned as he hovered Zim’s lifeless body.

“ZIM!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM?!” You seethed as you rushed to Zim’s side.

“Relax, baby. Zim’s gonna be juust fine!” Virooz tried to sound reassuring but his voice dripped with malice.

A sinister grin spread across Virooz’s face as he pulled out his poorly contracted PAK and tried to jam it into Zim’s back.

“NO!” You screeched as you tried to stop Virooz.

But you were too late.

Virooz had already attached his poorly constructed PAK and hooked it up to his brain.

“Transferrrrr!” Virooz sang as he begun to download his brain into the new PAK.

Virooz screamed in agony as all of his mind and spirt was ripped from his brain.

All you could to was watch in horror as that sweaty man child took over your boyfriend’s body.

Soon, Virooz’s disgusting, sweaty body was left a lifeless husk as the download finished completion.

Soon, Zim’s body begun to shudder and squirm about.

“I AM ZIIIIIM!!!”

You let out a shriek when you heard Virooz’s voice come out of Zim’s body.

“See, baby? I told you your Zim would be just fine!” Virooz crooned as he flopped about in Zim’s body.

“You-You’re not my Zim! Get out of his body, you monster!” You commanded as you backed away form him.

“No way, baby! This is my body now! I’m going to go out there and start a new era! By rolling in the dust of my enemies! C’mon! Let’s go on a rampage together!” Virooz sang as he tried to grab you by the hand, only for his to go limp.

“That’s not your body, Virooz! You don’t even know how to control it!” You seethed as you gestured to his now noodle like arms.

“I’m not Virooz anymore! Didn’t you hear me?! I am ZIM! Don’t worry! I’ll get used to this body in no time!” Virooz insisted as he tried to reach for your hand again only to miss and have his hand wiggle about.

“Give Zim his body back, NOW!” You commanded as you shot him a fiery glare.

“Oooh yeah, baby! Gimme some more of that fire!! Mmm! We are gonna have some fun tonight!” Virooz purred as he continued to flail about in Zim’s body.

“You’re disgusting! Give Zim his body back now, you creep!” You demanded as you snapped a finger in his face.

“How many times do I gotta say this, baby? I. AM. ZIM!!! The other guy you keep talking about is  dead! I’m Zim now and there’s nothing you can do about it! Now, come on! We got a galaxy to doom!” Virooz cackled as he continued to throw around Zim’s body like a rag doll.

“I’m not going anywhere until you return what you’ve stolen!” You snarled.

“Fine then! Who needs you anyway?! I AM ZIIIM! I don’t need anybody! Computer! Lock the hatch!” And with that Virooz stumbled out of the ship as the door locked behind him

“Virooz! Come back!! Zim needs his body!!!” You pleaded as you banged on the locked door.

You slowly slid to your knees as you realized that your pleas weren’t going to be heard. All you could do was sob.

“Zim….I’m so sorry…I couldn’t save you…” You choked out as you picked up the neurothing.

PING!

“EMERGENCY ATTACHMENT PROTOCOL.”

You let out a gasp as you saw several metal tentacles slither out from Zim’s PAK.  Soon the PAK scuttled off in search of a new host.

Luckily, Virooz had abandoned his chair. It smelled a bit but it would have to do.

CLANG!

ZAP!

Zim’s PAK latched onto the chair and projected an image of Zim’s face.

“You cannot defeat me, Virooz! I activated the emergency attachment protocol and attached to… A CHAIR?! I’m a chair now. Great.”  Zim grumbled.

“Zim!! Oh thank god you’re ok!” You squealed as you ran up to the chair and tried to hug it.

“Y/N! Don’t worry! Zim is fine! I’m just…a chair now I guess.” Zim sighed.

“We gotta get you out of this chair and back into your real body!” You yelped.

“Worry not, sweet Y/N! Chairzim will triumph!” Zim insisted as he unlocked the door and took you outside with him.

You activated your special space helmet and held onto Chairzim tight.

“If we’re gonna get your body back, we’re gonna need a better vessel than a chair. Do you think we can find something in these ruins?” You asked as you scanned the area.

“Well…I suppose you make a good point. Let’s see what we can find.” Zim hummed as he floated around.

After a few minutes of searching, Zim let out an excited gasp.

Standing before you and Zim was a MASSIVE mech!

“THERE! The Dunedoomer! The perfect vessel for Zim! Besides my SUPERIOR IRKEN BODY of course!” Zim cheered as he gestured to the mech.

“Holy crap! This is awesome, Zim! But how are we gonna get it running?” You asked as you hopped off of Zim and knocked on one of the mech’s rusty legs.

“Just leave that to me! Y/N? Did you happen to find a neurothing by chance?” Zim asked.

“Huh? Oh! It’s this thing right? Virooz dropped it before he left!” You chirped as you held up the neurothing.

“Excellent work, Y/N! Now on the count of three you will activate the neurothing and I will activate the emergency attachment protocol. Once I’ve activated the emergency attachment protocol, I will attach my PAK to the mech!” Zim instructed.

“You got it, master!” You giggled with a salute.

Zim let out a dopey giggle before clearing his throat.

“Ready? One…Two… Three! NOW MY SWEET!” Zim commanded.

“I love you, Zim! You wailed as you activated the neurothing.

CLANG!

Zim’s PAK fell off the chair and into the ground.

“EMERGANCY REATTACHMENT PROTOCOL”

And with that, Zim’s PAK scuttled off and attached itself to the mech.

Meanwhile, Virooz had stumbled his way into an abandoned weapon chamber.

“Now these are some real weapons!” He giggled as he browsed the weapon rack.

Soon, Virooz’s browsing was interrupted by an all too familiar laugh echoing throughout the room.

“Who’s there?! I got a bazooka and I’m not afraid to use it!” Virooz yelped as he struggled to hold up a large bazooka.

“Let me introduce myself”

BOOM!

The wall burst open to reveal Zim in his new mech body with you sitting on it’s ‘shoulder’.

When the dust settled, Virooz’s floppy jaw hit the ground.

“What the-? Really, dude?! Now you decide to stop sucking?!” Virooz stuttered as he almost dropped his bazooka.

“You didn’t think I was done? Did ya?” Zim sang as he thundered forward.

“Well I just begun having my fun, baby!” The ground shook as Zim continued to show off his new body.

“Some people live for attention, playing the victim. But baby, I was born to do the KILLING!” Zim cackled as he activated his laser guns and burst a hole into an empty slot on the weapons rack.

Virooz gasped and desperately struggled to pull the bazooka’s trigger with his limp fingers.

“I see how you’e going crazy, always thinking ‘bout me baby on the daily! Feed me your negativity! Talk some more about me! I know that you love me. LOVE ME!” Zim roared

Virooz loaded his bazooka and started to fire.

BLAM!

PINK!

BLAM!

PINK!

Every shot ricocheted off of Zim as he continued his song.

“Funny how you think I’m bothered! Know, I’m nothing like the others! You shouldn’t have messed with me ‘cuz I heard that you’re afraid of monsters. MONSTERS!” Zim stomped his foot, causing Virooz to shoot upward for a moment.

Virooz let out a shriek as the bazooka went flying out of his noodle hands.

“Are you ready for the monster?” Zim stomped forward as Virooz picked up a later gun and tried to fire it.

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

Not a single shot even made a dent on Zim’s new body.

“Are you ready for the monster?” Zim continued his rampage, slowly getting closer and closer to Virooz.

Virooz picked up another weapon and tried to fire it.

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

Once again, no luck. Zim’s body was still intact and Virooz ran out of ammo.

“Are you ready for the monster?” A sinister smile spread across Zim’s face as he left tracks on the sandy floor.

Not wanting to give up just yet, Virooz picked up another weapon and tried again.

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

Still no luck. Zim was still standing and Virooz was growing more and more panicked.

“Are you ready for the monster?” Zim had never felt more powerful.

Virooz let out a growl as he kept trying to take Zim down.

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

Virooz had lost once again and scrambled to find more weapons.

“You ain’t ready for the monster. Monster!” Zim cackled.

“Man! Why couldn’t you have been this cool before I had to steal your body!” Virooz spluttered as he frantically rummaged through the debris.

“I’m just being me! Cut out the things that I don’t need!” Zim growled as he begun to follow Virooz.

“But you need me, dude! Without me you’d just keep on sucking!” Virooz countered as he continued his search.

“I don’t care if you disagree! I don’t need no sympathy! Winning the game on my own! Yeah, BABY!”  The ground shook as Zim savored every second of his power trip.

Virooz gasped as he tried to run but ended up falling flat on his face.

“I see how you’e going crazy, always thinking ‘bout me baby on the daily! Feed me your negativity! Talk some more about me! I know that you love me. LOVE ME!” Zim cackled as he loomed over Virooz.

Virooz peeled himself off the ground and kept running.

“Funny how you think I’m bothered! Know, I’m nothing like the others! You shouldn’t have messed with me ‘cuz I heard that you’re afraid of monsters. MONSTERS!” Zim stomped his foot again, causing Virooz to let out a loud yelp.

“Are you ready for the monster?” Zim blocked Virooz at every turn.

“Aha! Got you now!” Virooz let out a nervous laugh as he struggled to hold up a large laser gun.

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

Virooz let out a squeak as he ran out of ammo once more.

“Are you ready for the monster?” You sang along as you gave Virooz the smuggest grin you could muster.

Virooz had finally found another weapon and gave it one last try.

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

“C’mon! C’mon! Don’t die on me too!” Virooz whined as he shook his weapon.

“Are you ready for the monster?”  Zim’s stomps grew louder with each step.

STOMP!

“Monster?”

STOMP!

“Monster?”

STOMP!

“YOU AIN’T READY FOR THE MONSTER! MONSTER!” Zim bellowed.

Virooz desperately tried to search for another weapon but there were none left.

He tried to make one last run for it but realized he was at a dead end!

“Ah, it could’ve been so different between us! But then you went and messed everything up!” The room darkened as Zim’s shadow engulfed Virooz.

Virooz almost found a way out but you jumped off of Zim and blocked his exit.

“Going somewhere, Baby?” You sneered sarcastically.

“You took a knife and stabbed me in the back! Took everything I had! Sat in your chair and laughed!” Zim’s words dripped with venom as he drew closer.

“C’mon! I’m in your body! You wouldn’t want anything to happen to it right? Right?!” Virooz pleaded as he found himself drowning in stolen sweat.

“This is the last time, I’m gonna tell you now! If you try to break me, I’m gonna burn you down! Baby I’m done with you! Not coming back for you!” Zim’s voice was a low growl.

“Please man! I’m your biggest fan!” Virooz pleaded as he shrank down to his knees.

“NOW, Y/N!”

“With pleasure!” You sang as you grabbed Virooz and activated the neurothing.

CLANG!

Virooz’s PAK fell to the ground with Zim’s stolen body following suit.

“Funny how you think I’m bothered! Know, I’m nothing like the others! You shouldn’t have messed with me ‘cuz I heard that you’re afraid of monsters. MONSTERS!” Zim roared as he let you climb back onto his ‘shoulder’.

“Are you ready for the monster?” Zim stomped towards Virooz’s PAK

STOMP!

“Monster?”

STOMP!

“Monster?”

STOMP!

“Are you ready for the monster?”  You joined in and started to clap along to the beat.

STOMP!

“Monster?”

STOMP!

“Monster?”

STOMP!

“YOU AIN’T READY FOR THE MONSTER!” Zim let out a maniacal laugh that rumbled throughout the ruins of the weapons chamber.

“Alright, Zim! Let’s get you back into your real body and get rid of Virooz’s PAK before he tries anything.” You giggled.

“Aww! Can’t I stay in this one for just five more minutes?” Zim pouted.

“Well, I can’t exactly kiss a mech.” You teased as you hopped off of his ‘shoulder’ and grabbed the Irken neurothing.

“Oh, ok! But only because you said so!” Zim huffed.

“Alright! I’m activating the neurothing!” You warned as you hopped onto Zim’s ‘shoulder’ one last time.

“Three…two…One!”

CLANG!

CRASH!

Zim’s PAK fell to the ground with the mech following suit.

“EMERGENCY REATTACHMENT PROTOCOL”

And with that, Zim’s PAK was reunited with its proper host.

“HA! VICTORY! I AM ZIM!! AGAIN!!” Zim cheered as he peeled himself off of the ground.

“I’m so glad you’re you again! Now what are we gonna do with this hunk of junk?” You asked as you held up Virooz’s PAK.

“I think I have an idea!” Zim chirped as he pointed to the sky.

And with that, Zim snatched Virooz’s PAK out of your hands and carried it outside.

“Where are you going?” You asked as you followed Zim.

“You’ll see.” Zim assured as he stopped in front of a large couch.

“Let’s see how he likes his new vessel.” Zim chuckled darkly as he threw Virooz’s PAK onto the couch.

“REATTACHMENT PROTOCOL”

Soon Virooz’s PAK attached into the couch.

“Ugh…What?! I’m still alive?!” Virooz whined.

“Unfortunately.” You grumbled.

“Really, Zim? You’re too lame to properly kill me?! And here I thought you were actually cool again! You really are terrible!” Virooz griped.

“Naaah! I AM ZIM! I AM AMAZING! Anyone who says I’m terrible is just too stupid to see it!” Zim boasted as he put his hands on his hips.

“The only terrible one here is you, Virooz! You harassed me,  tried to possess a body that wasn’t even yours and you were stupid enough to tie us up with rope and to leave the Irken neurothing back on the ship!” You ranted as you punched one of Virooz’s couch cushions.

“OW! How does a couch feel pain?!” Virooz whined.

“Shut the fuck up, you literal couch potato!” You snarled as you stood in front of Zim protectively.

“At least you still have that fire…” Virooz whimpered.

You were about to rip him to shreds when,

ZOOM!

The Voot Cruiser zoomed by and plopped right in front of both you and Zim.

“HI MASTER! HI UNICORN! HOP ON IN!” GIR urged as he motioned for you two to get in.

“Looks like our ride is here, Y/N.” Zim chuckled as he grabbed you and pulled you inside the ship.

“Maybe now that you’e a couch you can finally get laid!” You quipped as GIR closed the Voot’s entrance and blasted off.

Zim, GIR, and Minimoose burst into hysterical laughter as the Voot left Dooq.

“That was glorious, Y/N!” Zim wheezed as he wiped away a pink tear.

“Thanks! God, he was lucky that GIR showed up with the ship! Otherwise Virooz would’ve been all stuffing!” You giggled.

“Now, about that kiss you were talking about earlier…” Zim purred as he nuzzled next to you.

“But of course, master.”

SMOOCH!