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You took a deep breath as you made your way down the aisle. You held your head up as best as you could as you held a small, makeshift bouquet.
All the Zims stared at you with heartbroken faces. It was obvious how much they either missed their Y/Ns or wished they had a Y/N of their own.
You tried to give the Zims a warm smile but that only made a few of them burst into tears.
Number 1 let out a few more giggles as he relished in the suffering of the other Zims.
You choked back the urge to cry as you made your way towards Number 1.
“You look lovely my sweet~” Number 1 sang as more drool dribbled down his tuxedo.
You gave him a sheepish smile as you swallowed hard.
“Dearest Zims, we are gathered here today, to join the union of our great and glorious leader, Number 1 and the beautiful Y/N-” The preacher Zim began.
“Get on with it already!” Number 1 interjected.
“R-Right! If anyone has a reason these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your pee! I-I mean peace!” The preacher Zim stuttered.
The room was silent for a moment.
“I OBJECT!”
The room gasped as Number 2 burst out from behind the curtains and stood before the altar.
His hands were shaking as everyone stared at him in horror.
“I am not the kind of Zim, who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion. But you, are not the kind of Y/N that should be marrying the wrong Zim!” Number 2 explained as he puffed out his chest.
“Guards! Seize the wedding crasher!” Number 1 commanded as he snapped a finger in Number 2’s direction.
The two guards from earlier zipped over and tried to grab Number 2 but-
ZWIP!
POW!
CRASH!
CLANG!
Number 2 made short work of the guards and climbed on top of their fallen bodies.
“Don’t say yes! Run away now! I’ll take you by the hand and lead you out the castle! Don’t wait or say a single vow! You need to hear me out!” Number 2 pleaded as he looked into your eyes.
Number 1 let out a growl and was bout to lunge at Number 2 but you cut him off.
“Wait! Number 2….Look I appreciate what you’re trying to do but I don’t have a choice. I have to marry Number 1.” You let out a somber sigh as you put a hand on Number 2’s shoulder.
“But, Beautiful one I-”
“I’m so sorry….Please. Just go back to doing…whatever it is you were doing, ok? I’m doing this for your own good.” You felt a few tears prick your eyes as they trickled down your cheeks,
“But-”
“You heard them! GUARDS!!” Number 1 roared as he pulled you back to him.
And with that, two robot guards restrained Number 2 as they dragged him back to the dungeon.
“Wait! Beautiful one! No!!!”
You felt your heart sink into your stomach as you turned back to face Number 1.
“Tch! The nerve of that Zim! Now where were we…Ah yes! Preacher! Just skip to the ‘I dos’ before there’s another intrusion!” Number 1 commanded as he squeezed your wrists.
“Y-Yes sir-” -The Preacher Zim cleared his throat, “Do you, great and glorious Number 1 take Y/N to be your lawfully wedded human?”
“Yes! Yes I do!” Number 1 confirmed as he gave the audience of Zims a smug grin.
“And do you, Y/N-”
“Of course they do!” Number 1 interjected.
“Well in that case, I now pronounce you, Zim and Human. You may now kiss the….Human.” The preacher Zim burst into tears as he hid his face behind his book.
Number 1 didn’t need to be told twice!
Before you could react, Number 1 dipped you down and pulled you into a passionate kiss!
You let out a muffled squeak as Number 1’s tongue invaded your mouth!
Eventually you both had to part for air.
Number 1 panted as he slurped up the remaining drool.
You let out a weak groan as your mind struggled to process what just happened.
“Thank you all so much for coming, inferior Zims! Now GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!” Number 1 commanded as he pointed to to ceiling.
All of the other Zims let out defeated whimpers and somber cries as they shuffled out of the ballroom.
“That’s right! Keep moving! Give the Y/N and I some privacy!” Number 1 sneered as he watched all the Zims leave.
You wiped away a few tears as you tried not to look at the sad faces of all the Zims walking away.
Once the last Zim left, Number 1’s eyelids lowered.
“Finally! That was the last of em! Now, let’s go somewhere more….romantic..”
You opened your mouth to speak but all that came out was a yelp as Number 1 hoisted you into his arms and carried you off.
After a few minutes of walking, Number 1 carried you into a small, cozy room.
The dark red walls and dim lighting made you feel uneasy.
Upon further inspection, you noticed a black make-shift couch was placed in front of a large tv-like monitor.
In front of the couch was a red coffee table complete with two glasses of your favorite drink and a vase of roses.
The room felt romantic alright but you weren’t sure you liked where things were going!
“Welcome to my private chambers, my sweet! Here we can truly be alone!” Number 1 giggled as he gently placed you down on the couch.
You swallowed hard as you tried to remain calm. You did not want to set him off!
“And now that we’re alone, I suppose I should tell you about my little secret…” Number 1’s voice softened a bit as he twiddled his fingers for a moment.
“L-Little Secret?”
“Yes! My little secret! Since we’re married now, I think it’s time for you to see who I really am…”
Before you could say another word, Number 1’s eyes glowed bright red.
FSSHH!
Steam poured out of his head as it slowly cracked open.
Your jaw hit the ground as you let out a startled gasp!
“What the-?! You…Y-you’re not a Zim at all! You’re a…a..”
“You’re a Dib!”