LadyNyoko

Gamzee distantly remembers the first time the Sopor worked its way out of his system. It had been a day like any other on Earth – a day of building a hive for the twelve of them to share until such a time as they chose other places to build personal hives and settle down. The day had started like any other as well. Or at least, any other day since the group had run out of Sopor. It had started with a pounding headache that beat a staccato rhythm against the bone of his temple, one that settled into a sharp throb made worse by sound and light. His chest was far too tight, and every breath was a struggle to take. And the further on the d

As a general rule, Zim was not sentimental. In all his years, on Irk, on Vort, on Devastis, on Earth, anywhere really, he could not honestly say that he'd once felt guilty for causing destruction of any kind. No, he relished destruction. He adored seeing things burn, and it always made his squeedlyspooch flutter when an explosion went off. In fact, had anyone ever suggested Zim had a sentimental side, he would have shot them then and there. And possibly even danced over their charred corpse, were he one to dance at all. But over the years, his violence lessened slightly. While not enough to be noticeable to anyone, it had caught the eye of