"I'm confused." Complained Zim.
"Confused?" Skeeto sounded a bit disappointed that he was not getting through.
".-- .... --- / - .... . / .... . .-.. .-.. / .- .-. . / -.-- --- ..- -.-.-- ..--.. / .-- .... -.-- / ... .... --- ..- .-.. -.. / .-- . / - .-. ..- ... - / -.-- --- ..- -.-.-- ..--.." Mimi suddenly exclaimed with a sudden outburst.
"Ohh, she's a sassy one" Skeeto lisped the phrase ever so slightly, bringing up his pitch and giving it an effeminate tone.
Tak raised a brow, "She has a point."
"What?" Skeeto questioned, "What do you want from me?"
"Answers," growled Tak.
G.I.R. repeatedly slammed his toaster on the ground. "Backstory!!"
Skeeto blinked, "Backstory? This isn't some fantasy story with an audience dying to learn more about me."
Zim raised his hand dramatically, "We are your audience, and we demand an explanation!"
The room was silent, say for G.I.R., who was still abusing the toaster. "That was pretty convincing, Zim."
Zim beamed, "I know!"
Skeeto shook his head and sighed. "I knew too much..." he narrowed his eyes, "But. they couldn't deleted me. I'm pretty close with those on the inside..."
"Wait, but-" Tank started.
Skeeto picked up a screwdriver and fiddled with it absently. "One of the Control Brains helped me fake my death."
"- .... .- - -....- / - .... .- - ... / .. -- .--. --- ... ... .. -... .-.. . -.-.--" Mimi hopped a little in frustration.
"So the Armada thinks you're dead?" Zim awed.
Skeeto nodded.
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Return (Invader Zim Fanfic)
FanfictionAs Zim is attempting to destroy Dib for probably the hundred and twenty-sixth time, they are interrupted by Tak, whose motives are unclear. Meanwhile, Tak struggles with her identity, and a new mysterious stranger has disrupted the lives of both her...
