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A moment of regret washed over Zim only a few minutes after he had taken off in the voot runner. “I shouldn’t leave the base. I shouldn’t neglect the mission. Who knows what Gir will let through the door…” but these thoughts were short-lived. It wasn’t often Zim’s attention would stray from his responsibilities, but focusing on anything productive would prove futile until his latest compulsion was satisfied.

A strange compulsion it was too, considering the events that took place earlier that day. Zim snickered recounting Dib’s stupidly beaming face crowing to his sister about what he called an “aurora borealis” that occurred the night before. The human swooned and made wild gestures at the sky as if to try to paint it with his hands. Zim had thought to one-up his rival with a nonchalant reminder of all the cosmic wonders he had witnessed in his lifetime, or simply that an illuminated magnetosphere is a common daily occurrence back on his home planet Irk. However, mentioning any such things on the densely populated school playground could needlessly jeopardize the mission. He was relieved when Gaz gave a condescending roll of the eyes and spat a sharp insult to deflate Dib's bubble. Though Gaz had already put the Dib worm in his place, something still tugged at Zim from deep inside from that moment on.

It only took an hour in the voot runner to arrive at a rural area far from the lights of the city. It surprised Zim that he didn’t care to make sure the voot was properly concealed in the foliage on the edge of the meadow where he landed it. Nor did he care to pull on that itchy human disguise before hopping out and scaling an old, run-down building in the middle of the overgrown meadow.

He perched himself on the far corner of the roof facing north and gazed up at an unhindered view of the night sky. As time passed staring into darkness at nothing but the usual starscape, he began to wonder again why he had disregarded all his plans that evening to come up here, hoping for a glimpse of something he never thought twice about before. Was it just another way to appease a competitive whim against Dib? Was it that he was admittedly curious to see if what the human was describing was nearly as amazing, or somehow more spectacular when viewed on Earth?

As if on cue, a small strip of green began to creep across the sky, followed a tail of shimmering haze. Zim smiled at his luck as the lights slowly came to life, darting this way and that, until his entire field of vision was filled with cascades of color. Dancing together, greens, pinks, and purples--the colors most revered by the Irkens-- the colors of their home sky.

As he watched the lights twist and twirl above him, I was impossible to deny his true reason for wanting to see them. He sighed and brought his knees to his chest as he admitted it to himself. All he wondered now was whether the other invaders ever felt this homesick.

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I'm not a writer... but I thought I would try. XD Just a little drabble I thought up while painting this.

I'm also not a painter but I like to pretend I am. Stupid lights fought with me and won. lol. But I have found it is a lot of fun to draw while listening to psybient/chillstep music!

Well, it was good after-work-on-a-weekday fun anyway. *needs to get out more*

Cheers!!

Description
A moment of regret washed over Zim only a few minutes after he had taken off in the voot runner. “I shouldn’t leave the base. I shouldn’t neglect the mission. Who knows what Gir will let through the door…” but these thoughts were short-lived. It wasn’t often Zim’s attention would stray from his responsibilities, but focusing on anything productive would prove futile until his latest compulsion was satisfied.

A strange compulsion it was too, considering the events that took place earlier that day. Zim snickered recounting Dib’s stupidly beaming face crowing to his sister about what he called an “aurora borealis” that occurred the night before. The human swooned and made wild gestures at the sky as if to try to paint it with his hands. Zim had thought to one-up his rival with a nonchalant reminder of all the cosmic wonders he had witnessed in his lifetime, or simply that an illuminated magnetosphere is a common daily occurrence back on his home planet Irk. However, mentioning any such things on the densely populated school playground could needlessly jeopardize the mission. He was relieved when Gaz gave a condescending roll of the eyes and spat a sharp insult to deflate Dib's bubble. Though Gaz had already put the Dib worm in his place, something still tugged at Zim from deep inside from that moment on.

It only took an hour in the voot runner to arrive at a rural area far from the lights of the city. It surprised Zim that he didn’t care to make sure the voot was properly concealed in the foliage on the edge of the meadow where he landed it. Nor did he care to pull on that itchy human disguise before hopping out and scaling an old, run-down building in the middle of the overgrown meadow.

He perched himself on the far corner of the roof facing north and gazed up at an unhindered view of the night sky. As time passed staring into darkness at nothing but the usual starscape, he began to wonder again why he had disregarded all his plans that evening to come up here, hoping for a glimpse of something he never thought twice about before. Was it just another way to appease a competitive whim against Dib? Was it that he was admittedly curious to see if what the human was describing was nearly as amazing, or somehow more spectacular when viewed on Earth?

As if on cue, a small strip of green began to creep across the sky, followed a tail of shimmering haze. Zim smiled at his luck as the lights slowly came to life, darting this way and that, until his entire field of vision was filled with cascades of color. Dancing together, greens, pinks, and purples--the colors most revered by the Irkens-- the colors of their home sky.

As he watched the lights twist and twirl above him, I was impossible to deny his true reason for wanting to see them. He sighed and brought his knees to his chest as he admitted it to himself. All he wondered now was whether the other invaders ever felt this homesick.

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I'm not a writer... but I thought I would try. XD Just a little drabble I thought up while painting this.

I'm also not a painter but I like to pretend I am. Stupid lights fought with me and won. lol. But I have found it is a lot of fun to draw while listening to psybient/chillstep music!

Well, it was good after-work-on-a-weekday fun anyway. *needs to get out more*

Cheers!!