(I don't own any of this art ;-;) [TRIGGER WARNING- THIS STORY INVOLVES ATTEMPTED SUICIDE! PLEASE USE DISCRETION!] Dib sneaks into Zim's lab yet again, only to learn something about him that could ruin the Irken's entire life. Will he take advantage or help? - I went over to the desk and answered it, saying, "My Tallest! I have good news! I have captured the deviant that keeps foiling my plans! The Dib human is here." I pointed to the Dib-stink on the table and looked back proud. They didn't share my exuberance. "Zim, we hate to break it to you, well no, we love to make you upset- here's the point. You are a mistake. We sent you into space because you were useless, not actually thinking you would find Earth, much less LIVE. "We wanted you dead then, and still do. Oh and also, you're defective, that's another reason. We just couldn't take these weekly calls, they were getting very annoying! And you have emotions, which Irken aren't supposed to have. "Anyways, don't call us again, you might as well just kill yourself, nobody wants you alive anyway. Bye!" - [I wrote this years ago so it's uh... strange to say the least. 👀] Chapters have been revised to make it less painful*

An Irken and a human boy. One is a defect, unloved and ignored. The other, unheard, ignored and unloved. They are so similar, yet, so opposite. Could they ever get along?