Corrupted Memory (ZaDr)

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Corrupted Memory

By: 99Alien-Freak99 & Xmimi89eR

Rate: T

Story will contain: blood/ violence/ anorexic/ depression/ strong language.

(ZaDr!FLUFF)

Disclaimer: We do not own invader Zim, but we own the story and idea.

English is our second language, my apologies if there are any mistakes.

Our stories do not contain lemon.
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⇧︎ ︎This is the design of Zim! Of course he'll be wearing more clothes (￣▽￣)
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Floating in a dark void, surrounded by stars, even they didn't seem bright enough for a light, no planets seems to be anywhere near, nothing.

The old ship that seemed as if it was made of garbage flew through the empty void, having enough oxygen for the little alien in it. Few of the keyboard buttons glowed in the dark ship, everything was turned off to save power.

In the metallic floor was a still body, thrown carelessly on the ground, a green short alien was unconscious, his limps twitched every so often, seeming unaware of anything.

"-He's marked to not be killed."

"-Got an idea,"

Two blurry faces looked at his face. Annoyed.
"Come close."

The alien's antenna twitched, his body began to move slightly, fighting to be awoken.

"Y- yes, my tallest..."

Both smirked as he approached them with hesitation.

The Irken's eyes opened slowly, seeing only darkness, he hissed in pain from the back of his throat, his face was stuck on the cold floor, cheek freezing while antennae trying to not touch the ground. His hands moved slightly closer to his face, eyes trying their best to focus.

He stayed there for a while, not able to move, his limps were frozen, too heavy to move them, it itched and flinched while his brain tried to come to conclusions. There was a loud sound of machines, the ship was too broken it felt it may stop working at any second, space was dark and no star can light what's inside of it. The keyboard keys glowed red and pink, something that reflected on the metallic wall, it showed every broken and unfinished part of the Voot.

Gaining enough strength, the Irken lifted his head slowly to the side, trying to see something familiar, to see if someone was there.

Where was he anyway?

It was hard to tell, whether it's from the darkness or because his mind hurt too much to think or remember. He flipped on his back, hearing the metallic PAK hit the floor, it sends shivers down his spine, his hand was stuck in a punch of wires, every time he tried to move or pull them, it felt like pulling his spine out. He hissed, taking slow breaths when the pain in his back stopped. Big tired ruby eyes stared at the ceiling, not knowing anything at the moment.

Why is he here?

He wondered again, a little too seriously, it stuck in his mind for a while as he laid there, feeling the unsteady ship flying to who knows where. Speaking of where...