Space Boy (Invader Zim X Reader)

Chapter 8: The Scraps of Eaten Food

I stared at the food left on the doorway. GIR was eating all of it down. It was all meant for me, not that fool! "GIR! Stop eating the human food!" I snapped at my little SIR Unit. All the little robot did was glance at me and he said: "you're not nice!" and tumbled around.

I was taken aback. "You dare speak to Zim in such a tone!" GIR stopped eating the food and nodded his head.

"How dare you! I also can't believe you let the (Y/N)-Human escape from the base of Zim!" I argued to the robot. "You told me to do that, Master." GIR replies as he went back inside the base. I did not tell GIR to do such things.

"No! I demanded to you that you restrain the human." I explained frustratingly to GIR, who was now putting on his genius dog disguise. He sat on the floor, rather speechless. "Oooooohhhhh," GIR cooed now seeming to finally understand. "I thought you said open the door for the human." I never facepalmed my precious face so hard. "I-" I cut myself off with a low growl.

I walked towards where the food was; now wrappers thanks to GIR devouring all of the precious treats for me. I carefully picked up all of the scraps and examined them. This human really bought good foods. She brought along cupcakes, chips, cookies and so many other things that make my stomach to vibrate in hunger.

I scrunched them all up and head inside the base. Mini Moose was floating within the base playfully while hanging around GIR. Speaking of the little devil, GIR stares at my gloved hand. "Why you got that trash?" He asks me. I glared at him. "It is none of your concern GIR! Now begone!" I ordered him.

The robot giggled loudly and extended his arm to Mini Moose and jumped onto his back, now riding the moose. I shook my head and went to my lab, going down my beautifully designed elevator.

I sat the trash next to my work area. Perhaps Zim could give the human girl something? Maybe if I-wait no! I cannot succumb into this hideous friendship!

Well...we are not friends anymore I am guessing. Then again, she did see my true self. And she's friends with the Dib, who also has seen my true self. They could be scheming a plot against me! I have to stop them! But this human female is so...

Fragile.

I clenched my fists in anger. "Computer, give me, Zim, information of the (Y/N)-Human!" I order my computer. I heard the monitor sigh. "The girl human that just ran out of here crying?" The computer asks me. I shook my head in disbelief. "Yes..."

After a few seconds, I saw a whole list about the (Y/N)-Human. Her favorite color was (F/C). (Y/N)'s favorite meal was (F/F). She is the same age as the Dib-Worm.

There was so much information displayed about her that I told Computer to write it down. "I don't want to!" The computer snapped at me. "Then at least snap a screenshot of this useful information, computer." I heard a click, knowing the device did what it was told to do. I grinned at the ceiling. "No one can resist Zim and my demands!"

After a small laughing session, I stopped to study more of the human. I examined the picture of her. This was taken quite recently as well.

In this picture of her, she looks to be on my doorstep. She was carrying the bag of food with her. It looked like she was trembling in fear. I smirked, watching how frightful the human looked. But then I felt something...strange.

I felt remorseful.

I felt bad.

I felt ashamed.

I sighed to myself, so disappointed I am. Zim has not many friends. This is someone who wanted to be Zim's friend. Now she is afraid of me and my presence. I started to fiddle with the scraps of food that was near me. I felt my eyes swelling up and my lips tremble. What is going on with me?

"Heya Master, you can just apologize to that girl lady." I heard GIR coming in with Mini Moose, riding his back. "Nyah!" The moose adds in as he hovered around the lab. GIR jumps off of Mini Moose's back and heads towards my direction. I felt a little hand on my knee. "Don't ya cry now. It'll be okay."
GIR says, trying to cheer me up. I cringed at his words. I swiped his hand off of me. "I am fine, GIR. I am just... thinking." I told him. He stuck his tongue out at me and ran off, giggling psychotically. I glanced at the trash again.

Perhaps saying sorry isn't a bad idea.

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I hate that not many people know who Mini Moose is, so he's gonna be apart of my story. 🥰🥰