[M/N] hummed as he walked towards the base, feeling satisfied that he re-marked his territory over Mateo. His scent and the claw marks he left over his white jacket, not to mention he rubbed himself against Mateo like an Earth car would. Now, whenever that Paulene would be around, she would be very intimidated by his scent. [M/N] hummed, bouncing in his step as he opens the door and smiled, " I'm H-"

[M/N]'s smile vanished and replaced with a look of horror and fear, eyes wide and the smell of berries in the air. The living room is trashed, the curtains ripped up, wires hanging down from the ceiling and sparking. He took a step inside and his hands shaking, he couldn't breath, he wanted to scream in anger and horror. The tv was smashed fully, the couch thrown onto it's side and cushion stuffing was everywhere on the floor as the chair in the corner was broken and claw marks everywhere on the seat. His squeedlyspooch hammer harder against his ribs, his instincts were to run but he couldn't.

" Did someone rob us? What could they want?" [M/N] mutters to himself, his arms wrapped around himself as well as he walked more into the kitchen, and it was just as bad as the living room. Cabinets thrown open, doors missing off the them and claw marks coming down, the fridge was open and everything he had bought was thrown to the ground, dripping on the floor or thrown at the wall. " A hur-" [M/N] took another step and there was a small crack. He glanced down and saw the clock on the floor.

3:52 pm

" Wai..no.." [M/N] stumbled a bit, his mind racing as his PAK figured what the smell was and eyes darted to the trashcan, his blood gone cold. He yanked the top off and shoved himself down the Shute, the smell getting stronger and stronger. He used his PAK legs to get down to the lab faster, the legs stabbing the wall as he began going down faster and faster, his antennas wiggling around as well to direct him to the main scent direction. His mind coming up with the worst case scenarios about what happened. Maybe one of Zim's experiments went haywire and tried to kill him? Maybe a Vortian found the base by accident and he tried to take the base but Zim fought back and hard! Perhaps Zim messed up something upstairs that disturbed the Computer and he came down here bleeding? YES! Something like that must've happened!

[M/N]'s PAK legs skids down the tunnel, stopping him before he could fall to his possible death. [M/N] looked to the seat where Zim would lounge and try to come up with plans that would impressed the Tallest, though his eyes widen in horror as Zim laid there, dead on the panel, his eyes left opened and wide showing his cold and life-less pink pupils. The Invader stared dead at him, and [M/N] stared back. No screaming, no yelling, no anything but himself falling down to his knees in horror. His shoulders shaking, everything around him ringing, his antennas flickering forwards like he was trying to smell or feel any movement from Zim. He was desperate for anything. After a moment, his antennas fell down and his eyes went watery.

The cause of death? PAK removal.

" It didn't have to be this way."

[M/N]'s head snapped upwards to see the chair slowly turn around, there sat Almighty Tallest Red, his legs crossed and on hand in his lap as the other held the dimming pink PAK, [M/N] stared at it as he heaved to the side but nothing came out. His stomach sack had been empty, his body shaking as he saw Red held Zim's PAK. There was deep scratched down Red's face and neck, that would be healed in another hour like nothing ever happened, though the damage on his right antenna would be very permanent. It was bent in an awkward position, it stuck out on his head. Zim must've fought hard, very hard.

" This could've gone a whole lot easier, Yellow." Red said, leaning against the purple chair. " I've gave you time, chances, space, I could've given you the world as my mate. We could've ruled the galaxy together, we could've been the dictators of every freaking smelly planet! If you wanted me to move stars for you or blown up the sun, I would've without hesitation!" Red clenched Zim's pack tightly and [M/N]'s breath hitched a bit. The grip relaxed, and [M/N]'s eyes return to his ruby gaze, anger curling around in his squeedlyspooch's stomach sack and growing. " You only shown love to Zim, the little, insignificant, blubbering, Small, irritating, DUMB, DEFECT!" Red snarled at the end, standing up, still holding the Invader's PAK.  " YOU, You loved this thing, more than any Irken you help raise and teach! You're heart will always be with ZIM!"

" That's not true, no way would-d..." [M/N]'s mind stopped, and he turns his yellow gaze on the floor with a frown. Was it true? Did I love Zim more than any smeet? I always dote on him, give him affection, love Zim and help him grow..No...I... " No. I loved each Smeet that came into existence, You can not put it on me that Zim attached to me and I attached to him."

" I can actually," Red interrupted as he held the PAK and stared at it, frown on his lips. He hated to be stern, when it's needed. He hated being stern towards Yellow. " You imprinted on him, because he caught your attention, your needy attention. You wanted a smeet for yourself and you fooled yourself into loving the defective Invader. You chose to take this thing in, and never had it cross your mind that you could've love me, want me!" [M/N]'s shoulders shakes at Red's voice and tone. He began taking deep breaths, but the air that went in never came out. His eyes wide, the tiny pupils staring at the dead body of Zim. " Your duty is to help bring Smeets into Irk, raise them into the top Invaders, Guards, explores, scientist, into Irkens at their best! Your duty is to bring Smeets of mine and yours, so our lineage, our legacy as the best Almighty Tallest will continue through them, we could've had Smeets by now and I would've have done this!" He gestures to Zim. " This is your fault and you know it." Red throws Zim PAK and it clatters to the floor, sliding right in front of [M/N]. 

Was Red right? Was it my fault? My love for Zim...it all I've ever known..No...this is my fault..If I stayed on the Massive Zim would've been here..alive and safe on Earth...this is my fault..

[M/N]'s cheeks burns a bit as he cried, his tears coming down his face and onto the PAK. This is my fault, this is my fault, this is my fault..Zim is dead because of me..It's my fault and Zim's gone because of me.. [M/N] gasped and sobbed, more tears falling to the floor and onto Zim's PAK. There was pain coming from inside, directly inside. Irken's weren't born with hearts, they had a system that push and pulled their blood and wires, to keep them working, to have their bodies function with the makeshift heart as humans called them in their chest, until the PAK is locked onto the Irken's back then the makeshift heart loses it's function. 

All he knew, his heart had broken and it was the worst pain he had ever felt. And the worst part was, it was all his fault.

He deserved to die too.

" Stop your icky noises, come now, I have a ship and we can go to the Massive." Red said, as he walked passed [M/N], head held up high and antennas flickering behind him. " You can atone your sin's by marrying me and finally settle down with me. No one would need to know this was your fault, certainly not the control brains." [M/N] kept on the floor, eyes clenched as another sob came out. " Now, [M/N]."

[M/N] shoulders shake for a moment before opening his eyes and stared down at the PAK, Zim's PAK. The one he was given, defective DNA or not, it was his. Another tear falls and it lands on the PAK's dull pink part but then, it flashes pink for a moment and [M/N]'s eyes widen a tiny bit. He would've thought Red would destroy the PAK the second he yanked it off but it flashes pink once more when [M/N]'s green claw finger grazed it and it warms underneath his touch. Zim's PAK was still working, breathing, alive, living, everything that assiocated with life? Zim's PAK was thriving with in it.

" Hi! I love you!"

Zim's voice echoed into his mind, his antennas coming straight, flickering a bit as if Zim's voice really just told him that. Those were the first words that Zim had told [M/N], the minute he was born, he told [M/N] that he loved him. That day, [M/N] never left Zim's side because someone, someone with pure intentions loved him. Zim never had alternate motives, no other agenda, he just loved [M/N] for himself. Zim may have been the most destructive, loud, determined, bold and a complete genius if he knew how things worked but he only loved [M/N]. It warmed him, his shoulders stopped shaking and his tears dried up. His antennas pulled back and snarled at Red who touched his shoulder. His golden eyes narrowed and he held Zim's PAK against his chest, and a loud hissing sound coming out his throat. Red pulled back, and antennas pulled back, scowl on his lips. " You're making the wrong decision, Yellow."

" I don't care, I don't care." He hissed, tongue flickering out a bit threathingly, " I said my name is [M/N], my assigned name, not the stupid name you and purple gave me." Red hissed at the other, and fist clenched. " I'm going to murder you, for coming to my planet, for threating me and for destroying my home." [M/N] growls, his PAK legs coming out, lifting him a few feet above Red, carrying the now brightly lit pink PAK. " AND FOR KILLING MY SMEET, INVADER ZIM!"

[M/N] grips the PAK tightly as he swung his leg downwards, and missed Red by an inch, Red scooted back with his own PAK legs, he climbed upwards against the wall like a spider but [M/N] wasn't aiming to hurt or maim, he was aiming to kill. Red moved, shooting one PAK leg at [M/N]'s stomach but he moved back, climbing on the wall too, pulling out his PAK laser, shooting at Red who avoided them with ease but the one that was aimed at a leg on purpose. The leg falls off onto the floor and wires hissed loudly and the broken PAK leg retracted back. Red moved towards the hole, figuring he could work something out or come up with a plan. He yanked some cords down to cover the hole once he heard the tiny clacks of the PAK legs coming behind him. He hurried towards the exit as [M/N] cradles the PAK.

" You love me?"

[M/N] could hear Zim's tiny voice asked him in the back of his head and [M/N] closed his eyes, sitting back to the floor, and once his eyes open, he gazed at the cold body of Zim. Soon, the body would rot out, the blood had dried and the body was far gone. [M/N] looked over the PAK, still lit pink and warm against [M/N]'s chest. He was still alive, his PAK seemingly unharmed. He just needed a body. A body, an Irken one.

I could give him mine...

[M/N] shook his head at the though, no, Zim would riot and literally end their entire species with his body. Despite Red, [M/N] didn't think every Irken should die.

" Wait..He..Mateo!" [M/N] gasped, as he looked at the PAK for a moment longer, and PAK legs coming out, and began climbing from the entrance he came from. Once out the garbage can, he hurried out the door. The sun had gone down by now, and it was barely dark and barely lit up.[M/N] didn't care if people saw him in his true form, with scary PAK legs out. He needed to get to the Membrane household. He used the roof tops, hopping one by one, another and another rooftop. Once he saw the Membrane household, he lands onto the sidewalk and the legs disappeared. [M/N] gulped, before pounding his fist on the door, almost breaking it with the third urgent pound. 

The door opens, and Dib stared up at [M/N] with a curious and worried gaze. " [M/N-"

" Dib, Please, I need help.." [M/N] whispered as the boy's worried worsen, Dib noticed he was cradling something and glanced at it and much to his horror and surprise, there laid a slightly lit up pink PAK and it was slowly dimming. Many scenarios came together, connecting the dots quickly.

Something had just killed Zim and it wasn't him.