"Zim, why?!"

An unhealthy addiction

'Are these feelings wrong?!' Zim thought to himself, he has grown quite strong feelings for the human he was supposed to despise and eliminate from the rest of the brain dead world.  Dib, also known as the Dib-stink, who has absolutely no clue or idea of the feelings him and the alien could be sharing instead of keeping them hidden from each other. Both beings living in fear of each other, yet secretly in love with each other, which makes them afraid. 'Where can I turn?! Do these hyumans have better methods than Zim does? Perhaps...'

After what feels like hours of research Zim finds a coping skill, maybe not the healthiest or wisest of all, but still a coping skill. One that many use often in their younger years, but not always. He picks up a box cutter from the hardware store on his way back from Skool that next day, and brings it home. Gir greets his master with affection like always, but Zim shrugs it off as he usually does.

Rushing down to his base, he hastily rips open the package ready to solve his problem in his own little way. Self inflicting pain upon himself, making him forget all the agony he's going through at that moment. Of course the poor Irken soldier didn't realize that by doing this- all the pain will go away, but only for a short moment. With urgency he ripped a box cutter out of the small square shaped parcel in came in.

While trembling he dug the metal edge into his rough green skin feeling the blood rush to the area. He was holding back king sized tears, but it all felt worth it and satisfying, at least for the moment. The alien continuously repeated the process until his thin, shaking arms were covered in a plethora of thick stripes of dark green, chunky blood oozing from the fresh slices.