[psst, this fic is under construction, chapters ahead may not be aligned properly with the story or just overall janky. Read at your own discretion.] "Every living thing has a soul in a sense, all creatures, whether they come from earth or not. Some species are born able to detect what type someone holds, most have to learn. When I look into your soul, I see nothing. No hope, determination, faith, it's just empty, Void, if you will. And it draws me to you." (art by me. Reader pronouns are she/her but you can squeeze in whatever you want, and the reader is referred to as lynn. This is a Zim x reader in case that wasnt picked up on already.)
10 parts