Alien A**holes (Tallest x reader)

12. Of Irk and Earth

"It practically is a crime. If anyone heard what I was telling you then I'd surely be in a heap of trouble. Especially if it's to a non-irken...." he continued. "The control brains would make sure of it."

That was all the information I needed to know that the control brains were not to be underestimated. But how did they come to be in the first place? They're machines so, unless they're transformers, they have to of had a creator right?

But if they created Irk then it surely cant mean that an irken built them. So what's the mystery behind them? Are they organic machines? Or maybe the true control brains are aliens but only communicate through the machines? That was always possible but there wasnt any proof of these theories.

Even so, Spunks explanation has given me somewhat of an understanding.

"I wont tell anyone, I promise. But, could you tell me more about the Irken system? Apparently a lot of Irkens are offended by me and my views..." I laughed awkwardly, leaning my chin on my hand.

The irken in front of me had placed a hand on his chin in contemplation, scanning his eyes over the area around him once.

"Well....I suppose I could" he started, fiddling with his fingers close to his chest and gave me a questioning stare. "What would you like to know?"

I took a moment to think. There were plenty of questions on my mind, each of them holding a story of their own, no doubt. But the most pressing of them was a topic that arose from them all had circled around a specific name.

"Who exactly is Zim?"

It took a short while for Spunk to process my question. His eyes trailed down to the untouched nachos and made their way down to stare at his fidgety hands. I didnt expect him to say something as harsh as he did.

"Hes a menace to our society. A defective parasite..."

Those words were spat out like the most deadly venom in the world. His figure was stiff and the friendly look in his eyes had vanished. So he hates Zim as well?

"Why is that?" I asked, almost scared of the new expression present on Spunks face.

He sighed, losing the cold demeanour to replace it with a saddened one. His eyes went dull as he seemed to reflect on something. And it hurt. It was hard to see at first but it was hurting him deeply.

"I'm not usually judgemental of other irkens....but...I will never cease to hate Zim." He reasoned, absorbing a rage that I had never seen in him before.

Was this Zim character really this bad? That everyone, even Spunk, despised him?

"I know that he destroyed the Irken civilisation. But it sounds like you have a personal grudge against him" I pointed out, leaning forward to examine his face better.

"I suppose so..."

His face scrunched up once more, contemplating on....something. it was hard to tell what he was contemplating on. But it was clear as day that he didnt want to talk about it.

So I changed the topic.

"So, what do you usually do in your free time? You usually spend it with some messy human?" I smirked amusingly.

He almost laughed at that, giving me a smile.

"Not usually. I dont really have a large amount of free time because I'm always flying ships."

"That's cool."

I wouldve asked him what ships he flew but the Irken had spoken first.

"I'm curious, y/n... what's it like on Earth?"