Fin

The next morning, Fin got up with her back hurting because she had slept on her PAK. And although it was connected to her spine, it still wasn't pleasant.

She followed a smell to a kitchen where GIR was making sickening amount of waffles and bacon.

"GIR, where's Zim?"

The little robot shrugged and he stacked waffles on two plates. He took the plates and set them on the table. She sat down pulled at one of the waffle piles and eat it with a little butter.

When she had gotten through half of the giant pile of food, there was noise coming from the living room.

"More waffles, GIR? You sicken me. Fin, are you talking to me?"

She scooted back into her chair. "I guess."

"I guess that'll do." Zim grabbed a piece of bacon. "So, I found out what your problem is."

Fin looked up. "What?"

"The memory that you should have wasn't given to you when you were in the vat. GIR had broken the glass and released you too soon."

Fin glared at the insane robot.

"There's no point, he's always been an idiot." Zim informed her.

"What do I have to do? To get the information?" she asked with desire.

Zim didn't answer.

"Zim, I want to help. I'm no good if I'm walking around clueless about the human nature."

"In a sense, you'll have to be brain drained. It's the quickest way to get information."

Without a heartbeat though, Fin said, "I'll do it."

"Alright then. Finish your breakfast and meet me downstairs in the lab." Zim left without a second thought.

Not too soon after, Fin got up and stood in front of the couch. "Take me to Zim, Computer."

A tunnel opened and she jumped in; landing perfectly on the ground. She went towards the open door and saw that Zim was tinkering with monitors of some kind.

"Zim?"

"Come sit in this chair," he instructed.

She did so. Placing her feet on the foot holds and hands gripping the arm ends.

Zim gave her a helmet and adjusted it to have it fit before Zim placed the plastic suction cups to her face.

"This is to keep you awake until you get all the information you need." He strapped Fin's arms and legs to the chair. "Enjoy." He took a place on a computer chair at the side of the room.

The chair lifted Fin so that when she needed to look at the right monitors at the right time, she would occasionally look at Zim. That's when she noticed that one of the sleeping alien's gloves had fallen off. Then she saw pink on green. That when she wondered, what was Zim doing to himself?