Invader Zim does not belong to me. Thank heaven. I wouldn't know what to do with it. Please do not copy or reproduce in anyway.
This is written as if Mopiness of Doom had been made and how it could be if Dib hadn't won in the end and destroyed Irk. ...Maybe not, since the two during the show seem quite content with being stupid for the rest of their lives - but, hey, its fiction, and an attempt at being serious. A side of IZ that I wish had been more of. Yeah, its boring.
Warnings: Angst, AU.
Drabble. 271 words.
Coming Through
Dib had to come through. He wouldn't leave Zim.
Since the boy was twelve he had chased Zim. It never occurred to him that Dib would grow up and lose interest. This wasn't like before, when Dib had stopped because he was made a fool of by a stupid medallion. Because before, Dib had returned, had burst through his door, announcing it wasn't over. Zim would be stopped.
Dib had left him to be happy, conveniently deciding to specialize in real science. Unlike his father, he was determined to have both a career and a family. Striving until everyone knew him, he became a renowned genetic engineer, making the name Membrane a hazy memory of the past.
Zim had gone to see him once. Just like before, except he had to keep reminding himself this was not like before.
Dib was taller than the Tallest on Irk, taller than Miyuki had been. He didnt have glasses anymore. With an air of maturity Zim had never seen (or noticed before), Dib calmly stood over a woman with a child. They looked...right in the most wrong way. Dib had left him. Yet, he couldn't have - that was the problem!
The green house that didn't quite fit in but somehow stood out was now forgotten. No one visited. Gir was still around doing his variegated antics, but things were getting quieter with each day. Soon, everything would be silence.
Sitting on the couch again, Zim won't let his eyes watch the television. Zim doesn't eat. Doesn't move. He's only waiting. Looking at the door, hoping Dib will come through for him once again