I AM ZIM!

“Well thank you~ I try my best, but I’m really more of a lackey than a master of evil genius but I do my best eh?”

“Yes. Yes you are. Never forget that.”

“Brilliant idea~ You should stay up all night and quietly work on it so that he’ll never suspect a thing!~”

“Y’know? You’d make for a pretty good evil genius. Not even close to as evil or genius-y as ZIM but... Good.”

Able cups his chin and leans against the wall. “…. What about replacing his eyes so he see’s someone ELSE as you and harasses THEM but you look like everyone else?”

“Nono, that’s a stupid idea.” A pause. “WAIT! What if I rip out his eyeballs and put in new ones so that he sees an army of ZIM!?! He’ll go MAD!”

“Have you tried like erasing yourself from his memory yet?”

“Yup.”

“….What about breaking his legs?”

“Did that too. And his arms. And the rest of his feeble, pathetic body. He even died! But then he came back to life as a mangled human in an exo-suit.”

“But wouldn’t it be eviler if you like managed to get inside his head and fill him with so many horrific nightmares that he can’t stay awake in class and thus gets like grounded?”

“Eh, I’ve done that before.”

“…And I have work, what is your point oh great invader?”

“My point is, eh-”

“Please?”

“Ok.”

Cue a pause, then:

the-smallest-invader‌:

“With every new ZIM that follows me, I become more and more powerful! HEAR THAT, DIB?! MORE POWERFUL!”

“BWAHAHAHAHAHA! THAT MEANS I’M BETTER THAN YOU!”

“It’s one am can you NOT?”

“ZIM WILL DO AS HE PLEASES!”