Bloink was eating a sandwich.

It was his third sandwich of the day and seasoned with schlorpfin peppers. It was a little bit better than the other two sandwiches which were also seasoned with schlorpfin peppers. Unfortunately for him his internal monologue about sandwiches was cut short by the large monitor in his office turning on.

“Mr. Bloinkweeniedookie, the Irkens have arrived with the new “asset”. Should I send them up?”

“Yeah go ahead send them in.”

It took five more bites of Bloink’s delicious sandwich before the doors to his office opened. Two soldiers entered dragging along the smallest Irken female that Bloink had ever seen. It was no detriment to him, Irkens had their stupid height complex but there were plenty of creatures all over the galaxy that preferred smaller things.

“Mr. Bloinkdo- uh Bloinkweekie-... you. We are here to deliver the prisoner who will serve you for the rest of their pathetic days. Do not be afraid to punish them if they get out of line. The Almighty Tallest hope that this gift will increase the strength of the alliance between the Irken Empire and the Horrible Vulgar Odorous Blobpeople. We will now take our leave”

One of the soldiers kicked the small Irken so she went flying towards Bloink. She turned back to yell at them but the two had already left.

“Excellent you’re a screamer... most of are females are too quiet-“

“Zim is no female you revolting-“

“You have eyelashes”

“Yes my previous boss wanted to avoid certain regulations without having to hire any female employees... they are glued onto my face so I must wait until they disintegrate but that changes nothing!”

“You have curly antennas as well, loud one.” Bloink said reaching forward to grab one while Zim jerked his head back out of the way.

“YOU WILL NOT TOUCH ZIM. And-“

“Whatever, not what I was expecting but there is a large enough demographic for you so I can work with this angle. You must have pissed off your leaders pretty badly for them to send you here. I’ve never had an Irken asset before because your species is so preoccupied with it’s reputation. But I guess their hatred for you is stronger than that... anyways Dort get in here!”

With Bloink’s call a large rock alien security entered the office and easily picked Zim up by the head. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small mechanical bracelet that he snapped around Zim’s hand. The three of them exited the room and made their way down the hall of the giant space studio.

“We’ll have you get started tomorrow. First day’s always the most painful physically and mentally but you’ll adapt-

“You think you can hold Zim in this- mmmff!” Zim had begun to screech at Bloink but Dort quickly gripped his hand over her... his mouth.

“I wouldn’t get any fancy ideas about escaping. That device on your wrist will inject a neurotoxin that will paralyze you immediately upon exiting the studio. And believe me... if we have to go find and recover you it won’t be pretty when you get back.”

“Mmmmff... mmmmff.”

“I’m going to assume you’re saying “I can’t wait to work for you Mr. Bloink! Now right in here.”

They approached what looked like a slightly nicer decorated prison cell before Dort threw Zim into it. Zim crashed headfirst into the wall before falling on the bed. With that laser bars came down across the entrance locking him in. He rubbed his head before hopping off the bed and walking over towards Bloink and Dort again.

“Fine then. Zim will serve as the janitor of this wretched fortress for the time being. But be warned for I-“

“Janitor? What are- oh... OH! You don’t know where you are do you?” Bloink exploded in laughter while Dort behind him remained emotionless as he always did. Zim continued to glare at the two but Bloink could catch the poorly masked confusion on his face.

“Don’t worry little one, everything will make sense tomorrow. Try to get some rest if you can. You’ll need it.”

With that Bloink turned to leave the small Irken screaming after him from behind cell doors. Any other alien might feel a bit sorry for the screechy thing but Bloink couldn’t do what he did if he still had a conscience.