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“ Hm. . Very well ! I shall retrieve the donuts ! “

The navigator irken walked towards the shelf that the box was placed on. The question was , how ever will he reach up there ? He was average height for his species , the item that he needed to obtain though , was not at his height level.

“ … “ Oof stared up at the food container. “ My Tallests , it appears I cannot reach it on my own. “

Purple stares sternly at the navigator, 

“ And? Did we ask? “

Red nodded, frowning, 

“ We gave you an order. We don’t care if you feel like you can’t do it! “

At the Tallests’ reactions, 2K sunk back a bit nervously. Big eyes looking from one to the other as they spoke. Then with his face scrunching up a bit behind his goggles, it was clear he was trying not to start crying.

“Bu– But…. You said I could… You did! I heard you..”

His tone was absolutely devastated, and his antennae wilt as he stands there and tugs at his uniform sheepishly.

“I-I’m not too small! Promise! Zim can do lots of things! You just won’t give me a chance to show you.”

There’s a tiny pathetic little sniff, and then his lip begins to tremble.

“I-I just want to be an Invader… Y-You said I could once I was older… Everyone else from my class is already doing important jobs for the empire– B-But I’m…”

He looks down and tries his best to fight back the tears that wanted to escape and fog up his vision.

“Y-You always say I’m too small but— Small Irkens can do important things too..”

 Was he gonna cry? 

The Tallest made other irkens cry all the time- they enjoyed it, in fact, and always seeked out for ways to make others cry- but this time it felt oddly terrible.  

Purple sulked back, not wanting to be a part of this whole interaction anymore. He shoved more food into his mouth to have an excuse for not speaking. 

Red, as much as he would have liked to do the same, opted to actually try to make the smeet feel better- or at least prevent him from crying. What could he do? Zim was right that all his classmates were actually useful- but they grew. The smeet just seemed to get smaller by the day in comparison. Though, he was always looking for ways to help around The Massive, right? Maybe if they just gave him an easy job that would be really hard to mess up...

“ Of course small irkens can do important things too! It’s just- “ he struggled to complement such a disgusting trait that way too many irkens shared, “ -It’s just that being small just makes you unable to do certain things. That includes being an invader, “

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"I've heard a lot about you"

"Welcome to _____ "

"Can I take your order?"

" _____, you're under arrest"

"Looks like we're room-mates"

"IT Support, how can I help you?"

"Do you know the bride or the groom?"

"Hi, I just moved in next-door"

"Excuse me, is this your dog?"

"Help, please! Somebody help me!"

"I guess I'm your new partner"

"Is this the real life?"

"Is this just fantasy?"

"Open your eyes"

"Look up to the skies and see"

"I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy"

"Just killed a man"

"Pulled my trigger, now he's dead"

"Life had just begun but now I've gone and thrown it all away"

"Didn't mean to make you cry"

"If I'm not back again this time tomorrow, carry on"

"Carry on as if nothing really matters"

"Too late, my time has come"

"I've got to go"

"Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth"

"I don't wanna die"

"I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all"

"I see a little silhouetto of a man"

"Will you let me go?"

"No, we will not let you go"

"Let him go!"

"So you think you can love me and leave me to die?"

Uh-oh–

2K barely had time to react before Purple was towering over him, then with wide eyes, he felt a hand knock into his side, and before he knew it, YEET. He was being knocked right off the cart, and onto the floor with a thud.

There was a moment where he didn’t move for a second. However, after a few moments, his leg twitches, and then he springs up into a sitting position. Blinking in shock, before he looked up at them from his spot in the floor. A sheepish expression now on his face.

“I’m okay!” The tiny smeet assured, small antennae wilting a bit awkwardly as he scrambled to get back to his feet. Then after setting the snack he had in his hand, back on the cart where it belonged, he adjusted his goggles again.

“My apologies My Tallest! I’m just very happy today!”

With this said, he turned to Red, and gave a big smile.

“You both said to me yesterday that I could have my own SIR unit and try my hand at being an Invader with an easy mission to start! Well, Zim feels more than prepared to do this with ease as soon as possible! I’ve already packed my bags!”

Granted, when the smeet asked this yesterday, both of the Tallests were busy with ten different things and MAY have just been trying to get him out of the room– But SURELY not! After all, he could handle ANYTHING! Why else would he be trusted to be the Tallests’ number TWO???

Shit.

Red slowly approached the tiny irken that had just fell onto the floor. He wasn’t worried, of course! He just wanted to make sure Purple didn’t send the delicate thing into an early grave. 

Purple, too, felt a bit guilty when he realized that maybe he was too rough with the smeet. He squints, hoping that he’d just bounce back like nothing happened. 

They both let out a sigh of relief when 2K sat up. Red glared at his co-leader- he’s lucky that it wasn’t hurt. Red swears he would have killed the other.

It only took them a few seconds for The Tallest to get over what happened, now distracted by the smeet going up to the cart and depositing the chips he had taken. The words he said after slowly registered in their heads.

“ Well, Zim, I guess we- “ 

“ wait WHAT NOW- “

When had they said something like that? Yesterday, was it? Weren’t they busy doing uncountable things back then? Well now that he thinks about it- they had told him something to get him to stop bothering them... They never thought he’d remember, though!

“ You know we weren’t being serious right- “

Red cut Purple off, pushing him gently to send the message.

The tiny smeet smiled brightly at the other’s tired response, then after bouncing on his heels, he looked around the room for a moment or two, before eventually pointing to the computers excitedly.

“Do you require any assistance with driving the massive?? I have a few years of training under my belt you know!”

Some of the pilots began casting nervous glances to one another at the question. But in less than a moment, 2K’s attention was eventually drawn away from the prospect when the Tallest’s cook arrived with a hovering table full of snacks.

“Hi Larry!!” The tiny Irken greeted. Though the cook simply gave a nervous nod, before hurrying out of the room. Leaving the cart behind.

With this, 2K decides to help himself, and after walking over to the cart and struggling to climb up it. He eventually made it to the top and sat down on the cart. Stuffing his face with chips as he looked at the Tallests again with a happy little beam. Kicking his tiny legs happily as he did so.

Well– At least he was quiet now… And still.

The Tallest glanced at each other as the small irken bounced around, bothering everyone in sight. For once, they both felt sorry for the navigators- which was odd, considering The Tallest always got entertainment out of making them suffer.

 They both always managed to tolerate the little thing- of course, they are The Tallest after all!- but even they knew how annoying he could get. Someone might just snap one of these days-

Purple gasped when 2K climbed up the cart, and then almost yelled when he started eating from it. Red tried to hold him back, shaking his head in plea, but to no avail.

“ Hey! I thought those were supposed to be for us! “ He briskly hovers to the cart and shoves the smeet out of it. He takes the whole thing for himself, filling his mouth with whatever his hands could grab first. 

Red scowled- weren’t they just having a talk about what NOT to do when they wanted Zim out of the way? He was pretty sure that was somewhere in the list! Red hates the smeet as much as his co-ruler, but at least he has some morals!!

“ PURPLE!! “ 

         He let out a little offended gasp at Red’s initial words, though they didn’t effect him all that much, as he vehemently refused to acknowledge the underlying insult. “Of course I’ve thought of how to get rid of them, My Tallest! After GIR eats them, they usually just roll around in their own filth in there for a couple of days before dying on their own. They’re quite fragile, really. And very tiny and gross, yes.”  

However, as the taller went on, it became harder and harder for Zim’s selective hearing to come to his aide, and by the time Red has finished, Zim was feeling… things. His throat ached as if there were something lodged in it, his head all dizzy as if he’d acquired a fever, and there was that sharp, sad sort of pain in his squeedlyspooch as he blinked in response, not quite comprehending the words that had been spoken to him. He ran them over several times in his head, feeling worse and worse each time until he could finally make sense of them, antennae laying flat against his head as he looked up at the monitor. Had that monitor always been so large? He felt so… small.

“My Tallest, you think Zim is… that stupid?” Though it wasn’t rare for the Irken to occasionally talk about himself in third person, there was a different feeling to his words this time around. He was speaking his own name, yes, but it was almost as if he were talking about another person entirely, too disconnected from the situation as he desperately clung to an impossible hope that Red were simply talking about someone else.

Finally, something got through that thick head of his. It felt good, satisfying, and almost pleasing to watch the smaller irken slowly fall apart. Perhaps it felt even better than when someone brought in fresh donuts! Whether it was the insult in and of itself, or Zim’s previous need for praise, Red did not know. Though to him, it really did not matter at all. He had met his goal. 

The Almighty Tallest grins, going in for the kill, 

Tiny boots plod their way from 2K’s room, and down the hall quickly with a skip in their step.

It was just about every Irken’s dream to stay on the Massive with the Tallests and work for them. What made it better for this tiny Irken though– Since he was so small, it was hard for him to do anything of any real importance. So he mostly hopped around the ship all day and tried to see if anyone needed help. (Which, if most saw him coming, they’d quickly decline.)

It was a nice life really! He couldn’t complain– Yet.. He wanted to do something worthwhile. He really wanted to show everyone that despite his size, that he could do something big.. Yep. What this tiny Irken wanted to be– Was an Invader.

Unfortunately– There was some…. Issue with that.

“Heeelloooo my Tallests!” The Irken squeaks as he bounces into the control room.

Upon making his way over to them however, he pauses and gives them a tiny salute, before he adjusted his goggles sheepishly and gave a smile.

“Are you both doing well?? I told the cooks to bring up fresh snacks when they could! I tried to ask if they wanted Zim to help them out but for some reason the door shut in my face before I got an answer! Weird huh?”

The Tallest never liked small irkens- that was something everyone knew. They were incompetent, gross, and useless; not to mention childish. Red and Purple both agreed that it was better to keep them outside their perimeter, unless they had snacks, in which case they would be excused for a short period of time. 

However, there was one little exception. 

At first they had hated 2K- how couldn’t they? He is disgustingly tiny, horribly  annoying, and horrendously childish.. yet they took pity on the poor thing. They had come to the agreement to let him live on the Massive, as they had never felt comfortable leaving him anywhere else. The small irken was still annoying, though. Everyone else in the ship could agree with that. 

The Tallest sighed as they heard him come inside, the calm atmosphere completely shattered. They turned to him. 

“ yes, hello, “ Red politely greeted in return. They both usually enjoyed to make fun of others, but it wasn’t really fun when it came to 2K. It just felt wrong to make fun of such a minuscule thing, “ we’re doing fine, Zim, thank you, “ the phrase tasted sour in his mouth.