The Sleeping Man's True LoveDalores wiped her brow with her thumb, giving out a small sigh of relief when she had gotten her words right. The believer closed her book of 'all knowing secrets' and bowed her head respectfully to Dalores, who returned the bow but rolled her eyes secretly.
The two of them, Dalores and Valen, had made it to the sanctuary of The Sleeping Man, a man who had been known in the planes as a traveler from afar seeking his one true love. He searched non-stop for so many centuries, when he received his answer on where to meet his love, from a man who was all knowing, he went there and immediately fell asleep in waiting. He had been asleep ever since.
And that was... a few millenniums ago?
As much as Dalores didn't believe in those sort of things, she was currently in Hell... a land far unlike the world above. While 'true love' on the surface world could be a one night stand to some... true love down below the icy depths couldn't possibly be a lie.... This was a land where saying ones true name
Zim's LifeIt couldn't be true
It wouldn't be.
Zim touched his stomach and stared at the monitor.
He sat at his computer desk, looking up data in the Irken Files of a long since lost database. It was no surprise how Zim managed to find the information, Zim always managed to find and do the impossible but what was surprising was that, while there were indeed Irken Males and Females both were treated equally
In more ways than one.
No, Zim wasn't confused on whether he 'might be' or could 'possibly be' He was sure because they had done the ritual plenty of times without worrying about it. Zim felt like blaming him. He was so annoying! Typical human sabotaging the enemy! Did he even truly care for Zim?! Was everything just a lie, a way to keep Zim from his true goal? His true potential?!
no, that couldn't be it because Zim had no goals any longer.
Then again . Zim was the one who said it wasn't probable.
He felt like he was going to be si
I Am EverythingWould it have been better off never being found...?
Was it something he wasn't meant to see...?
Zim absentmindedly lifted one of his gloved hands to his ruby eyes, and simply covered them so he couldn't see what was in front of him.
The black and white image of himself, taller, backing away into a corner, his future looked so fearful. Zim couldn't stand it.
Maybe everyone was right.
Zim was too curious, too loud, too open-minded, too focused. He was too much of everything. And at this rate, he would be too human to be accepted as an Irken.
Zim was too defective. His kind didn't want him because he felt too much.
Irken weren't allowed to do such humanistic things. He felt too much
And it was true. He hated to admit it, but it was all so terribly true.
At that point, his eyes began to water.
The tears of shame that Zim had mocked and ridiculed humans for all these years, and now he was doing it himself. Now the guilty salt water was running down his face.