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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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⇧︎School is killing me! But I'll never stop publishing, NEVER!
Oh and, the face Zim's making up there is where before everything goes downhill!
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ENJOY!
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"ThERe iS noWhEre tO rUN, AnD no PlaCE tO HIdE~"

"Why do you keep trying?"

"SOMEONE LIKE YOU SHOULD SELF-DESTRUCT HIMSELF AFTER EVERYTHING HE HAD DONE!"

"There are countless of issues with you."

"StOP laYiNg tO yOUrsELf~"

"YOU ARE A NOBODY BUT A DEFECT!"

"The tallest are dead because of you."

"WhY dONt yOU coMe CLosEr~?"

"YOU RUINED MY CHANCE!"

"Poor, poor, little sad bastard, isn't it funny that an Irken don't cry?"

"EveRyOnE wiLL leAvE aT tHe eND~"

"YOU HURT EVERYONE! THEY WILL ALL DIE BECAUSE OF YOU!"

"So broken, nobody likes you, and they all lie to you because you're so blind. And guess what, you ended up all alone, nowhere, with no one to save you."

Sweaty balms held tightly at his head, he was having a panic attack and his body was shaking horribly, lips twitching with every word that was thrown at him, all the voices kept talking, having no sympathy nor mercy at him. They even enjoy it, it seems.

Arching his back, he hit his head harshly on the wall, then back at the ground, he got up on his feet and hit all his body against the wall, clenching his teeth, his hands shifted from his head to his still-bleeding neck, and did what came to his mind first, he scratched it with all his force, which thankfully wasn't so strong, while hissing and crying, still banging his head on the floor over and over again.

"Stop..." he whispered, staring blankly at the metallic floor.

"Hm, and who are you to tell us what to do? Admit it already. Admit that you deserve to be dead!"

The short Irken span around, his claws aimed at where the voice was coming from, it scratched the wall, a three angry claws moved to the other side, hitting nothing but air this time, it made him trip on his own wires and fall with a scream.

His anger was fast replaced with pain, he frowned deeply and tried again to get his arm out of the wires, but with no hope, it didn't earn him anything but more pain.

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