Very Zimmy Fanart

After months of battling the Meekrobs it was finally over. Many Irkans sacrificed their lives to help save our race including me. I wasn’t Irkan, but they treated me as one. Me a human was in the war and killed the leader of the Meekrobs. I almost died, but I would die for my race and the one I love…
ZIM.
Over hundreds of Irkans were injured and way too many of them died. I haven’t seen ZIM in weeks, he was also in medical attention. But now that the war was over I could finally see him.
I stepped in the room where ZIM was at in the hospital and saw him lying on a bed. One of his antennas...

Bink awoke to a light. "Turn that light off!" she said, pulling the blanket over her head. "Wake up! You're gonna be late!" Dib said, taking the blankets off the bed. Blink awoke, embarassed of Dib seeing her in her blue herz pj's. Blink shoved him out the door, and shut it. She quickly got dressed and opened her door. The Friends headed to class, and sat down at their usual table. "Class. We are here to pick soldiers. Blink, Zim, Dib, Mer, Raven, Lar, Mo, and Gin. Please get your weopans, and shields. Say goodbye to any Friends oder family members before Du leave. This might be the last time...

(orphanage)
Raven:(getting ready for SKOOL and sits on bed)

"I thought living here would be a dream,but I was wrong and instead of trying 2 make Friends I made another enemy,as usual.
"Man! I really am mean !
"oh wellz,being mean wasn't all bad,it had an advantage of people not messing with me,or something like that.

I turned on the T.V,but nothing good was on so I watched commercials.First commercial was advertising for the crazy taco,the Sekunde for some Poop Cola.
Raven: Mmm,Poop Cola."
But the third commercial caught my attention.

Advertising:"tired of the same guitar?"
Voice
crowd of teens:"Yah!"...

This story takes place when Zim and Dib are 17 and Gaz is 16.


Shivers are sent down my spine as the cold evening breeze rushes past me. I take a look around, below me. 9 stories down. Families walking and running with their Hunde and children. So i stop and think, do i really need to scar these children with my lifeless body and blood hitting the pavement? No, it doesnt matter, they'll just grow up disacrating the loner. The one who wants to be alone but desperatley needs interatcion with others, but wont let them in, fearing they with just hurt her. Throw her aside, just like her mother and...