Night

The sky is grey, formless clouds drifting aimlessly along the dull lifeless sky. The grass is withered, yellowed. Bricks on buildings that were once impressive have worn, lost their appeal. Neon signs flicker, and windows are boarded to hide broken glass. Nothing is as it once was. As it will never be again.

A slender figure stands before the stone, garbed in a black coat, an umbrella loosely hanging from one hand. Purple strands of hair veil the brown eyes, hiding whatever emotion they may express. There is no reaction as another figure joins her.

A beautiful man, one might think, with skin of porcelain, and hair of ebony. The ruby eyes are blank as he gazes at the stone wearily. "….Figured you'd come."

"How?" She shrugs.

"I just knew." He can see the professor, who has, for once, ditched his white lab coat for a black suit. All is silent. "You missed the funeral. Ended half an hour ago."

"Couldn't stomach it."

"Figures that you'd say that."

"Why are you here?" He asks, "I never thought you even gave a damn."

"Shows how much you know. Annoying or not, he was my brother."

"….I'm sorry."

"For what? Life? You can't apologize for life. It is how it is." For what, indeed? For not helping when he had the chance? For wanting it? "Not your fault."

"How? How isn't it? I wanted him dead. Now he is." She offers no response. He finds himself shaking.

"…..So why're you standing here, twitching like your eyeballs want to jump out of your head?" He stares at here, and he wants to give some sort of retort, but he can think of nothing. "You wanted him dead, didn't you? You should be happy."

"Not like this…I didn't want it to end like this. Sure, I wanted him out of the way, but…he was intelligent, he saw things….he could've been a useful slave or something."

"…..He's as out of the way as he can possibly get now." Silence falls on them, and he crouches, setting a small bouquet of flowers on the newly turned soil. "You're almost there, anyways. I hear you're dominating the polls in the election. We may yet have a foreign president."

"…..No, I'm dropping out. For good. Let some other Earth-monkey have the honor of being president of this ridiculous nation."

"Hm?" The dim light reflects off of something metal in his hands. He turns it over in his hands, fingering the point carefully. Rain begins to fall, and she opens the umbrella. "…Fine. It's been nice knowing you, I suppose."

"You too, Gaz." The umbrella over her head, she turns, and scoffs.

"I'm going home. I've had enough. Don't leave too much of a mess. That grave's brand new, and the groundskeeper has enough trouble managing the place as is."

"Fine." She takes one long last look at him. She knows she'll never seem him again. "….Goodbye, Zim."

"Goodbye, Gaz." There is nothing left to life, once the sun you have wasted so much energy combating the rays of is gone. Forever. There is nothing, but night.