… Let's see; where to begin? Okay, it's a little known fact that my fiancé and I used to each other's guts. Grant it, we regarded each other as friends – we just couldn't stand the sight of each other. The long of the short of it is that, when she and I were young, she ratted me out, and from that day forward we held a deep seeded animosity towards one another, interspersed with random bouts of friendliness. For the next nine years, the hatred we held towards one another gradually developed into sxual tension, until it finally exploded against a locker in the middle of the sekundärschule hallway. Two years later, we became engaged… It was on one of our dates; I think it was number 27 or something like that – that she said – and I quote – "Did you know that I have a plush doll of you?" Apparently, she'd made it when she was 14! Aside from being a little perturbed by the fact that for four years my fiancé had slept with a plush facsimile of me every night, I have to say that it was a bit of a turn on… Ahem, anyways; what does this have to do with anything? Well, it has a lot to do with why I like this pairing so much; for the longest time, Rebbecca and I's relationship was eerily similar to Zim and Tak's relationship. So it's reasonable to make the case that, if Rebbecca and I could go from to love, then why not Zim and Tak?
And so, without further delay, I present to you for your viewing pleasure…
The Little Doll of Doom
Space… cold, dark, vast, and utterly empty space. It had been, what – days, weeks, months, years? She didn't know – she didn't care; all she cared about – all she could think about was him. She couldn't believe how the events of that day transpired! She had planned everything perfectly! She'd spent the last fifty years of her life preparing for that day – and she still lost to him! With a snarl of frustration, Tak slammed her fist against the console of her escape pod. Narrowing her violet eyes, she hissed out the name of the being she so utterly despised with all of her being, "Zim." She still wasn't completely sure how it had happened, really.
After all, how could she lose to Zim – the biggest idiot of the entire universe! The same Zim who had nearly destroyed their entire civilization – not once, but twice! The same Zim who destroyed everything he touched; for tallest sake – he personally brought about the demise of two tallest, thousands of his own kind, and – if rumor served correctly – the destruction of a whole planet! And to top it all off, he not only shut down the power grid for half the planet of Devastis, but he personally ruined her life as well! He was short, a defect; a menace to all sentient life! And She! She was taller than him, she was smarter than him, she was better than him; and she still lost to him! How? Why? Unable to contain her anger, she threw herself screaming against the walls of the pod! She continued to do this for several minutes until finally she simply gave up and slid to the floor.
She didn't know how long she sat like that, she probably wouldn't have cared anyhow… she would have most likely stayed like that longer had she not noticed something out of the corner of her eye. Turning slowly, it took her a few minutes to register what she was looking at. It was a doll – a plush doll. But it wasn't just any plush doll; no, it was her Zim doll, the one she had made in her home ekonomiks class when she had been posing as a human child at skool, back on Earth! She had read in an Earth text that one could harm any living being simply by creating a doll of them. Several of the pins she had jammed into the Zim doll's torso were still there.
"You," she hissed, "this is your fault!" quickly crawling towards the doll, she seized it with both her hands and pinned it to the wall. "Everything is your fault; you've ruined everything!" at this point, it might be safe to assume that after such a long time of drifting alone in the vast empty void of space, She may have lost just a little bit of her touch with reality. Yanking the doll towards her face, she growled, "I hate you!" she began to repeatedly slam 'Zim' into the wall, repeating herself over and over, "I hate you – I hate you – I hate you!" Tears of hysteria began to well from her eyes as she continued, "Because of you, I'll never be an invader!" throwing him to the floor, she proceeded to stomp on him, truly believing that it was Zim she was pummeling and not a doll.
"Because of you, all of my hopes and dreams are ruined! Picking the doll back up, she began to throttle it with all of her might as she yelled, "I'll never get to prove my worth to the empire; never get the praise I deserve!" With unbridled fury, she sunk her jagged teeth into his arm, and with a yank of her head, ripped it clean off! Spitting out a clump of stuffing, she continued to shout, "I'll never get to see how far I could go; what I was capable of – and it's your fault!"Pulling her fist back, she punched the doll so hard in the face that one of its button eyes broke loose! "You just had to ruin my life, didn't you?" she hissed, "You just had to have that snack, didn't you?" Grabbing the doll by the leg, she began to slam it against the control panel, unintentionally shutting off the artificial gravity. Releasing the doll in surprise, she quickly recovered and dived at it, pinning it against the ceiling.
"You just had to ignore my cries for help," tears once more sprang from her eyes, and with a shuddery breath, she continued, "you never even bothered to look back, did you?" A quick and violent sob escaped her, "You didn't bother to notice me; you were right there and you did nothing – you ignored me; forgot me!" Pulling the doll back to her face they began to free float amongst the debris inside the ship as she hissed, "I never forgot you – I couldn't forget you!" Drawing her hand back, she began to slap the doll, unable to contain the sobs that wracked her body, she continued, "You were always there; everywhere I looked, I saw you!" Her breath hitched as she went on, "You were in my dreams, you were in my nightmares – you were in my thoughts, Zim!" The slapping had ceased, but she still held the doll in an iron grip.
"I couldn't go a day without thinking about you, Zim; you haunted me everywhere I went!" looking the doll straight in the face, she cried, "For fifty years you plagued my thoughts – and for fifty years I searched every corner of the galaxy to find you; do you know how many planets I had to search, just to find you?" Lifting a hand, she gently ran it down the side of the doll's face, "And then, after fifty long, horrible, lonely years of looking for you, I find you, and you don't even recognize me?" A feeling she couldn't describe began to rise in her squeedilyspooch, as she went on, "I spent my entire life searching for you, and you didn't even know who I was; do you know how that made me feel?" She couldn't help it – she began to sob uncontrollably as she clutched the doll to her chest.
"It hurt, Zim; It hurt me more than anything had ever hurt me before." Lifting the doll from her bosom, she whispered, "My entire life revolved around you, and you didn't even know to care; and I don't know why that hurts me so much, but it does." Looking down at the doll, she gave a sorrow filled frown at the damage she inflicted, "Oh, look at you," she moaned; "now I'm going to have to sew you back together." Quickly looking around, she spotted the arm, and – with a needle and thread from her Pak, quickly sewed it back on. Unable to find the button for his eye, she ripped one off of her of her own suit and with deft precision; she quickly sewed it into place. "There you are," she exclaimed with a morose smile, "good as new." Slowly floating to the control panel, she reactivated the artificial gravity.
Still clutching the doll tightly to her body, she again took a seat at the command console and resorted to once more staring out the window into space. The quite humming of the machinery was the only noise to be heard, punctuated every so often by the beeping of the various life support systems. She stayed like that for a long time, how long was anyone's guess; it could have been hours, it could have been weeks – simply staring and thinking. Not once had she let go of the doll – it hadn't even crossed her mind. No, in fact, the longer she sat there thinking, the tighter she held onto the doll. The silence continued for a long time until a sigh escaped from her lips. Looking down at the doll, she couldn't help but chuckle.
"And you know what the worst part is?" she laughed bitterly, "The worst part is that you've probably already forgotten about me." A tear slid down her face as she choked out, "And who knows, maybe you haven't but you just don't care." A whimper escaped her as she subconsciously began to pet the doll's face. Releasing a shuddery breath, she bit her lip and closed her eyes, willing herself to stop crying; it was so unbecoming. "Curse you Zim," She growled, "I swear I'll be back for you, if it's the last thing I do." Raising the doll to her eye-level, she hissed, "And when I do, I'll… I'll…" a moment of hesitance crossed her face, "I'll… do… something…" Staring at the pins stuck in the doll's torso, she began to feel that strange feeling again, the one she couldn't identify.
With meticulous care she began to remove the pins, one by one, not completely understanding why she felt the need to do so. Glaring at the doll in a defensive manner she exclaimed, "It doesn't very well make much sense to waste something as useful as a pin on something as –" at this her voice faltered, "– something as useless as you." When the last of the pins was removed, she looked the doll once over, and with a heavy sigh she squeezed it in her hands, saying, "It has nothing to do with how I feel about… about…" Something in the back of her mind began to stir, but as soon as the thought came to her, she just as quickly shut it out with a vicious snarl. Clutching at her chest, willing the tumultuous churning of her squeedilyspooch to stop, she cried out, "What've you done to me, Zim?"
She wanted to throw up, she wanted to scream! She wanted to laugh, to cry; to hurt him – to hold him! She despised him, but she wanted more than anything to be near him! She wanted to be the one who destroyed him, but just as much, she wanted to be the one who would bring him back up! She wanted his respect and recognition – she wanted for him to acknowledge her as the superior being! She wanted to break his little arms and legs, just so she could put them back together again! She wanted to bite him – to make him bleed – to make him whimper out her name; to make him beg her – to beg for her! She wanted to haunt his every waking moment, just as he had done to her – she wanted him to feel everything he made her feel! With a cry of anguish, she screamed, "Why do you make me feel this way, Zim?"
Curling into a ball, she wept bitterly, all the while never letting go of the doll that represented her obsession. That's what it was, she realized, it was an obsession; she was obsessed with Zim! Time passed, and eventually she took control of her emotions. That was another startling revelation to her – she had emotions. Did that mean she was a defective? Like Zim? What else did she and Zim hold in common? She didn't even want to begin down that road. As she contemplated these things, she failed to notice the proximity alarm going off in the pod – a meteor was headed on a direct collision course with her! The impact was violent and sudden, causing the pod to spin out of control! Thoroughly unprepared for the vicious blow, her head struck the console and she knew no more…
She didn't know how long she had been out, but when she came to, the first thing she noticed was the doll she held close to her. The memory of what had transpired before the collision came rushing back to her, and for several minutes, she simply lay there – processing her thoughts and memories. It was then that she noticed the constant beeping emanating from the control panel. Rising unsteadily to her feet, she stumbled towards the dash and pressed a button, bringing up the navigation chart on the screen. And there in the middle of the screen stood a familiar planet – Earth! With a gasp, she fell back into her seat. If this was earth, then that meant only one thing to her! With anticipation in her voice, she proclaimed, "I'm coming for you, Zim." As the pod began to enter Earth's atmosphere, a ghost of a smile appeared on her face.
And there it is my friends. I hope you enjoyed it, because I know I sure did. I just want to say that this story would not have been made had it not been for the insight of my wonderful fiancé Rebbecca, who gave me the inspiration for this story, and many other things in my life as well. I 'm making this a one-shot, but with enough feedback, I might be convinced to come out with a sequel. So, if you want to see more, you'll have to ask me. Thanks for reading, and God bless and keep every one of you.