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"You're doing great, Zim. You'll be okay. I'm here."

Zim: "...Papa?"

"You can call me that, yes. Papa James will keep you safe."

*As they were walking, they came across Purple and Red talking to each other. Zim sees them and immediately gasps, before hiding his head behind James and sniffling.*

"What's wrong baby?"

Zim: "*sniff*... I'm a failure. I failed as an Irken and I'm a big failure! Nobody loves me!" *The sad alien replied, before hitting his head. James immediately stopped him in his tracks and looked him in the eye.*

"Stop that, now. I will not have you do that to yourself. You ARE loved. By alot of people AND by me, and I would be devastated if you hurt yourself or went away."

Zim: "You're just saying that to be nice..."

"No I ain't. I love you, faults and all Zim. You're one of a kind, and though you may have made mistakes and ain't perfect, I wouldn't trade you for any other Irken. I promise."

*Zim simply sobs a bit more, crying into James' shoulder for comfort as he looked over the tallest with a hint of shame and... uncertainty of how to proceed.*

Purple, honestly covered his face, shaking a bit, not that he felt bad at all, but, seeing Zim, like this?? It was amusing to him, and he was shielding his face from showing off he was laughing.

Red, in following, gave Purple a smirk before turning back to face Zim and James.

“Didn't know the defective could cry.”

Red, for one, had given up on trying to address Zim as anything other than a defective, by Irken definition, there was no other name for it, and unless someone were to re-code their PAK's, it'd continue to stay that way.

It wasn't as if Red was even being mockingly as he said it either, it was a genuine query, he honestly didn't know that Zim could cry.

“R-Red- My PAK's gonna leak from laughing too hard- oh my Tallest-”

Purple muttered in between choked sobs.

“H-Hes a smeet thing- an honest to goodness smeet thing-”

Red just took Purple into his arms and patted his back as he let Purple catch his breath and calm down, eventually in front of James, at least one of them seemed to know when it was on the border of insulting.

“I really am sorry for Pur, he's- malfunctioning here, we were having a very intense debate about the next plan for our adoring fans before you showed up with him in your arms, Pur simply wasn't expecting it.”

Purple tilted his head and looked down at Zim, then pulled out a puppet from his PAK and had it hug Zim's cheek, or at least giving off that illusion while Purple's hand squished Zim from underneath the puppet.

“Happy little smeet, making his empire proud, serving his Tallest without a care in the world.”

Something about that pure, unfiltered look on Zim's face made Purple spin a 90°, apart of him still, unfazed, but another part wanting to comfort him.

Meanwhile Red just looked angry, he would've been smug if James hadn't mentioned the hypocrisy.

His PAK legs dug into the ground, making him tower more over James, and lean right into his face.

“What me and Purple are, is none of your concern and should never be used as blackmail against a Tallest, you do not get to throw that card when you're fighting a losing argument, I apologized for Purple's behavior, surely I don't deserve the secret that could get me KILLED being casually thrown about just because Purple couldn't control himself.”

Zim: "Hehe... I'll make you two the proudest tallest ever... I hope."

"I'm not trying to get you two in trouble, okay? I'm trying to say to be a little more empathetic to Zim and especially when he's little. You two should know how being defective feels in your empire and how bad it would feel if it was known. Zim has had to deal with that for years, but despite that, he still tried his hardest to do right by you two and take over earth, a mission he GENUINELY believed in. So be a little nice to him. He may be a bit rough around the edges... but he's about as loyal to you guys as anyone else might be. At least, when he's small like this. And also, laughing and bullying kids around here is a good way to get you in trouble and people to want to kick your butt, so don't do it with anyone else either. Trust me, you do NOT want that reputation sticking to you around these parts."

Zim: "...They won't hurt Red and Purple, right?"

"Hopefully not, but if they do, you'll protect them cause you're their strongest and most bravest warrior, aren't you my little smeetling~!" *Replied James in an uplifting tone as he squished Zim's cheeks and made him giggle.*

"You're doing great, Zim. You'll be okay. I'm here."

Zim: "...Papa?"

"You can call me that, yes. Papa James will keep you safe."

*As they were walking, they came across Purple and Red talking to each other. Zim sees them and immediately gasps, before hiding his head behind James and sniffling.*

"What's wrong baby?"

Zim: "*sniff*... I'm a failure. I failed as an Irken and I'm a big failure! Nobody loves me!" *The sad alien replied, before hitting his head. James immediately stopped him in his tracks and looked him in the eye.*

"Stop that, now. I will not have you do that to yourself. You ARE loved. By alot of people AND by me, and I would be devastated if you hurt yourself or went away."

Zim: "You're just saying that to be nice..."

"No I ain't. I love you, faults and all Zim. You're one of a kind, and though you may have made mistakes and ain't perfect, I wouldn't trade you for any other Irken. I promise."

*Zim simply sobs a bit more, crying into James' shoulder for comfort as he looked over the tallest with a hint of shame and... uncertainty of how to proceed.*

Purple, honestly covered his face, shaking a bit, not that he felt bad at all, but, seeing Zim, like this?? It was amusing to him, and he was shielding his face from showing off he was laughing.

Red, in following, gave Purple a smirk before turning back to face Zim and James.

“Didn't know the defective could cry.”

Red, for one, had given up on trying to address Zim as anything other than a defective, by Irken definition, there was no other name for it, and unless someone were to re-code their PAK's, it'd continue to stay that way.

It wasn't as if Red was even being mockingly as he said it either, it was a genuine query, he honestly didn't know that Zim could cry.

“R-Red- My PAK's gonna leak from laughing too hard- oh my Tallest-”

Purple muttered in between choked sobs.

“H-Hes a smeet thing- an honest to goodness smeet thing-”

Red just took Purple into his arms and patted his back as he let Purple catch his breath and calm down, eventually in front of James, at least one of them seemed to know when it was on the border of insulting.

“I really am sorry for Pur, he's- malfunctioning here, we were having a very intense debate about the next plan for our adoring fans before you showed up with him in your arms, Pur simply wasn't expecting it.”

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stack them like blocks

you alerted them ... they must stay huddled together to defend

“You've made this day a special day, by just your being you. There's no person in the whole world like you, and I like you just the way you are.”

Mister Rogers themed moodboard!

Berry wanted to Tag along with Big Sibling Purps and ended up making a friend (with a tail!) along the way!

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alt under the break is me coloring in the dark, so the colors are wrong </3 sorey

"I was uh... told what happened. How are they?"

"Well... not the best, but not completely awful either. Zim is... well, he isn't taking all this information well. Coming to terms with his failure, he's gone nearly catatonic. He doesn't seem to be harmful to himself or anyone else, and we can still take care of his needs fine enough, but trying to get any reaction out of him apart from murmurs and small gestures is hard. He'll likely recover once his brain processes it, but how long it will take is unknown. The Tallest are... a bit better, but still sad nontheless hearing the fact Satan told them."

"Why did he tell them that information?"

"Because like Shepard said, they would have found out eventually, and it's better we address it now than when they find it outside and do something bad because of it. I think right now they're just confused, and I think it would help if you tried to explain things to them. Oh, and give them this."

*The little imp holds out a takeout pizza he got from nearby and places it in James' hands. Still warm and crispy inside.*

"I hear Irkens prefer foods like this in their diets. I hope this might help them feel better while you explain things."

"What about Zoraal Ja?"

"He's... taken the information surprisingly well once we saw him to Shepard. In his own words, he's seen much stranger in his time and isn't phased by the concepts of alternate realities."

"Knowing him, makes sense. But still, keep an eye on him just in case."

"We always are. Now, I have to take care of Zim and his robot companion, I hope I'm not intruding with this."

"I'm not. And it gives me an opportunity to try and get them out of the ranch and perhaps put them to work doing... something productive. Might as well keep them well entertained and busy if they're gonna be here for a while."

"I trust your judgement. Good luck."

*Yogirt said as both men entered their respective rooms. James was face to face with the tallest as they seemed to hold one another closely for comfort. He places the pizza by the table and sits in front of them.*

Red just pulled Purple impossibly closer to him, pushing the box off the table with the metallic PAK leg.

“Our lives mean absolutely nothing. We're made for someone's entertainment, I don't even know how many of my memories have been fabricated for the enjoyment of others, why should anything matter?”

Red continued on, getting a pouty look from Purple, causing Red to correct his statement.

“Why should... Anything besides us matter?”

“Better.”

Purple whispered into Red's antenna, taking said antenna into his claws and wrapping it around one of his exposed fingers, twirling it around and giggling.

Red took in a breath and sighed, shaking Purple off of him.

“Go on then, Entertain this idea of making us feel better, fish-man.”

“Yeah, what are you even going to do? Hug us to submission? Because that's all you seem to do.”

*James would reply by showing a series of bubbles he conjured, alongside a bubble string he'd use later.*

"You are fiction here, that is true. There is no debating that. But what you misunderstand is that that's how we see it. See, your universe would exist with or without the show existing. Your universe IS real. As real as ours and as real as the one Zoraal Ja comes from. The trick is in how we percieve it." *James connects the bubbles together with string.*

"Some people can connect realities together. Be it through literal means, or through media. The show that was created wasn't an inception of your existences, but rather a view into them. I'll prove it. The show was only on air for like, a year or two I think and one movie special 15 years later. In those 15 years, you must've had numerous memories and situations we don't even know about. Things you know that we don't because the show never ran in that time! Think of the planets you conquered, the funny things you saw and did, those prove you're real! If you weren't, you would have no memories of that and instead have a blank in your memory during that time!" *James said happily, floating the bubble closer to them.*

“Why should anyone else care? It's our memories still, so keep it ours.”

Purple encased his fingers in Red's, Red squeezing back.

“Yeah. I guess that makes sense.”

“Good, no use being all depressive and upset in a hellscape, we gotta make the most of it right?”

“I guess.”

Purple smiled, climbing out from Red's hold and snatching the pizza up and putting it closer to Red.

“Now eat, you haven't since we got here and I don't think we can get any thinner.”

“...”

“Come on, open up, wiiiide mouths.”

Purple opened the box and held a slice to Red's mouth, Red pushing it back.

“When the fish-man leaves, he's stood there looking at us like we're a nature documentary.”

“Fiiine, as long as you eat today.”

Purple put the slice back and closed the box, sitting next to Red again and nuzzling... Well the empty space where their noses would be if they had any, before going back to just leaning into each other, facing James.

“HECK YEAH! FINALLY!”

“LETS GO BLOW SOME STUFF UP!”

They both got up, very happy by this news, beginning to head for the door.

“Let's get our Armada back!!”

“Yeaaaa!! Lets get our Armada back!!!”

Then something crossed Red's mind and he paused, dragging Purple back.

“Wait a minute, Zim won't be there will he?”

*Cue one secretive limo ride to James' Mall later, he has the two stand behind a curtain on a balcony while a crowd gathers. One he particularly sought out based on a little secret email he sent to his employees.*

"You may not have an armada or the power to blow anybody up, but you do have something very, very powerful indeed. Something that is sure to put a bit of pep in your step. That is... a legion of adoring fans~!" *James said proudly before he lets them out onto the balcony to the awaiting audience, who had no idea what they were about to see.*

Meanwhile Red and Purple were buzzing, absolutely loving the praise and attention again.

“HAAHAAA! YES! THAT'S RIGHT WORSHIP US!!”

“YEAAAA WORSHIP US!!!”

*James said, lowering the two down in a bubble to the crowd, who James helped coral into a Polite one so as to not storm them with hugs (which he'd imagine would turn them sour real quick).*