Zim, a defective Irken, is called by The Almighty Tallest to abandon his mission for something more important... What at first seems like a simple mission turns out to be so, so much more than expected

The mask was frail in his hands, similar to his skin. His shallow breaths was the only thing to be heard in the midst of a tense silence. A cold tail wrapped around his arm, restricting its movement and leaving a reddish purple mark. "So... Do we have a deal, Ben?" She whispered menacingly, Ben stared into her blank, red eyes that bore into his soul. "Yes."