Hiya everyone, I know it's been forever. And I'm terribly sorry to those of you who messaged me wanting to know where I was and what was going on. A lot of stuff has happened by I'm posting new chapters starting now and I'll soon be posting the first chapter to my new Harry Potter fan fiction, if you have any ideas, feel free to message me!

It's not that long, but its a start right?

I 3 all of you! Thank you for being faithful.

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"I want you to marry me Dengir. You're cute, and you're a genius. I think you'll make a perfect husband for me. We can go tell you're father and my mother now." She smirked. "I'm sure you can see that you really have no choice. I'm the only way you'll ever be something."

"Marry you?!" Dengir cried. "You can't possibly be serious!"

"I am very serious. I want to get married to you. And there's nothing you can do about it."

"That's preposterous! I don't want to marry you!" Dengir growled and griped the flower so hard that he heard the stem break.

"You have no choice. As of now I'm officially ordering you to marry me. Now- what do you have to say?" Arnema joked.

Dengir grinded his teeth together and looked down at the flower in his hand…

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Dengir could feel her staring at the back of his head. What was he supposed to say? He didn't love her, he didn't find her attractive, and she wasn't the mother of his child.

He stared out at the garden. No, she wasn't the mother, and he loved someone else. He was going to let this happen. He stared at the flower again, he'd snapped it in half... oh god, had he broken Zim the same way? How could he have hurt the one person that meant the world and the Heaven's to him in such a selfish manner?!

"No."

"Good, now that-" She blinked a for times before her face became one of pure anger. "What did you just say to me?!"

"I said no." He told her, turning to her with a smirk. "Find someone else. I can't stand to be near you, let alone stay with you for the rest of my life. You may own my citizenship but you don't own my body or my heart. Find someone else because I am not your toy." And with that he turned and walked away from her.

"Get back here Dengir! Don't you dare turn your back on me!" She followed him into the ballroom, ignoring the guests that were now staring at her while she had her tantrum. "I am the Princess! Get you ungrateful as-"

"Arnema! Stop screaming like some poorly raised creature. You are embarrassing me in front of my guests. To your room immediately." The Queen bellowed from her throne.

"But mother!"

"Absolute silence as you go Arnema. We will speak later on whatever it is that's made you disrespect me so." With a wave of her hand she dismissed her youngest.

Dengir smirked as he made his way to his room.

"Good... got what she deserved." He locked the door behind him and started to pack his most valuable things along with clothes and other must haves.

He placed the flower in his pocket and headed towards the loading dock...

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"MASTER!" Gir screamed as he slide down the staircase and into the kitchen where Zim was making himself a tuna fish, mustard and black olive sandwich at two in the morning.

"Damn these stupid cravings!" Zim yelled as he stared at the hideous sandwich. "Who in there right Irken mind would eat this stuff alone? Let alone all together?!" He sighed in frustration.

"Master are you ok?" Gir asked from the doorway. "Does Gir need to play doctor?! OOH! Can I? can I? Can I?"

"I don't need a doctor Gir!" He sighed again. Even yelling was making him more sleepy then usual. How long did Irkens carry their babies? It couldn't have been no more than a couple weeks. It had already been about one week and he was showing, he was tired, always hungry, especially at night and always throwing up.

But worst of all... he felt broken. He felt alone and forgotten. No one from school called, none of the neighbors cared enough to stop by... he didn't care about that really. He knew what he wanted... who he longed for...

He stared out the window and up at the stars...

Where are you?...