This Damned Planet Called Earth (Invader Zim) Chapter 91- Still Life

You came back to the house and shut the door slowly, putting you back to the door. You slid down and started to sob, burying your face into your knees. "No...nononono, this is not happening! He didn't just...he..."

You shuddered, holding yourself and rocking back and forth. Gir watched and whined. "Tivvy?"

You stopped and looked up at Gir. You wiped your eyes and sniffed. "Gir," you sighed, "I don't think your master loves me anymore." Gir gasped and jumped on you, nuzzling your chest. "Nuh uh! Mastah loves you! Mastah loves Tivvy, he was sad when you were gone!"

You picked Gir up and put him on the ground again, smiling sadly. "No Gir, it's over. I'm sorry." You stood and slowly walked upstairs, tears spilling faster down your cheeks and irritating your burns. Gir watched and started crying, pounding his fists on the ground and screaming. You winced, knowing he wanted you and Zim to be happy together forever. 'If only it could last that long.' You lamented, sitting on your bed.

The world spun in front of you, every thought felt more confusing then the last. "What if he kicks me out? Where would I go? What would I do?"

**Meanwhile**

Zim sat on the swing in the park, looking up to the sky. "I gave her reason to live," He mumbled, "She trusts me to keep her safe. Why me?" Zim looked down at his feet, wiping his eyes. Of all the times where Zim only thought for himself, he worried about you now. He couldn't just kick you out and let whatever defect your Pak had stay a defect. It was the only reason you had absorbed human emotion so quickly.

Zim knew the only way you could survive is if he helped fix the problem. A lot of the parts in your Pak had been disabled, and the close dismemberment of it had done worse. Not the sodium azide. 'No, but it made her weak and nearly killed her. I still have yet to kill Dib for that.'

He looked up to the sky and sighed. "What did I do wrong? Or was it her that was wrong?"

Zim looked down and, without warning, a hand came from behind him and covered his mouth, pulling him off the swing. Zim kicked and bit at the hand, but he had been caught. No chance of being caught. "Don't struggle. Don't bite. Or your Pak gets shot off."

A female voice.

He felt a gun press into his back and he swallowed. Somehow, this female had caught him off guard. He knew it wasn't Tiv, and Tenn was probably long gone. The hand moved to cover his eyes with a blindfold. Zim took his chance to escape, but he found his hands had been cuffed and the gun was still pointing at his back. "Who are you?"

"It's not important," The female growled, pushing the gun further into his back. "Move."

Zim complied, angry that the female didn't just reveal herself. Was she a human? Another Irken? 'Mother of Irk, how many more Irkens are coming here on their own?!' Zim thought, frustrated. He continued to walk until he felt the back of a gun hit his head, and everything went black.