Return (Invader Zim Fanfic)

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"If you two would listen-" the voice started.

"No!" Yelled Tak. "I told you to shut! Up!"

"I'm still confused!" Zim whined.

"You shut up too, Zim!" Tak held her knife against Zim's throat again.

".--. .-.. . .- ... . --..-- / -- .- ... - . .-. --..-- / -.-- --- ..- / .- .-. . / .- -.-. - .. -. --. / .. .-. .-. .- - .. --- -. .- .-.. .-.. -.-- .-.-.-" Mimi cautiously approached Tak.

Tak glared at her, not moving or speaking.

"I'd listen to your modified S.I.R. if were you..." the voice warned.

"Yes! Do what the voice says! Let Zim go!" Zim squirmed a bit.

Tak let Zim go slowly, once he was sure she was not going to hurt him, Zim scampered away.

"Are you going to listen now?" The voice growled.

Tak spread her arms and bowed in a mocking gesture of submission, before sitting down right where she was, and folding her arms like a grumpy child. Mimi curled up in her lap, making her smile ever so slightly.

"We good?" The voice paused to make sure the two Irkens were finished fighting. "Alright, listen. My code name is Yellow .3, you can just call me .3 for now-"

"Your name is stupid." Grumbled Tak.

"Anyway," the voice said loudly, ignoring Tak's comment. "I'm a secret agent for a fledgling resistance of defectives."

"Defectiiiiive!?" Zim shrieked dramatically. "Zim is not defective!"

"Yes you are-"

"No! I am a great Irken Invader!" Zim protested.

"No, you're-"

"YOU LIE!!"

"If I could just expl-"

"YOU LIE!!"

"Zim."

"LIES!!"

"Zim."

"Yeeeeess?"

"Are you done?" The voice sighed.

Zim nodded.

"There's a defective resistance?" Take questioned, trying to hide her awe. "That's impossible...that- that's treason!" Tak's heart skipped a beat, but she swallowed her fear.

"Well, technically, we haven't really done anything yet. We need a military leader." The voice confessed.

"Is that what this is about?" Tak growled. "You want to use me as a pawn in your game?"

"Noooo...I am asking you to help us, we need your talent."

Tak stood up violently, "I am not defective!"

"It doesn't matter what you think, Tak, if you go back to Irk, they wont hesitate to delete you." The voice was deadly serious.

Tak's heart raced, and she remained silent, pensive.

".... . .----. ... / .-. .. --. .... - --..-- / -.-- --- ..- / -.- -. --- .-- .-.-.- .-.-.- .-.-.-" Mimi hopped onto Tak's shoulders.

"Not now Mimi..."

".--. .-.. . .- ... . --..-- / -.. --- / -. --- - / .- -.-. - / .. .-.. .-.. --- --. .. -.-. .- .-.. .-.. -.-- .-.-.-"

Tak's heart sank, but she held firm. "I am not defective, I am an Irken soldier and as such I will report your 'resistance' to the Tallest."

The voice sighed, "you're just going to get yourself killed."

"- .- -.- .-.-.-" Mimi looked intently at Tak.

Tak met her gaze with surprise. "Mimi?"

Mimi did not respond, she just held her intense,  glowing red eyes onto Tak's widened purple ones. She shook her head and sighed.

"What's in this..'resistance' for me?" she asked the voice.