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Chapter Sixteen

Dib bit down firmly on his lip before shakily stepping forward and pulling him slowly up the creaky stairs. Since it was dark, he squinted his eyes in an attempt to see a bit clearer in the small amount of light that he had. As he slowly made his way up the stairs, whispering the Irken’s name in an attempt to draw him out from his hiding place. In a situation such as this, Dib preferred to know where Zim was rather than him be out of sight with the possibility of a surprise attack.

After a minute of crawling painfully slow up the stairs, he finally made it to the top with the sight of the illuminated room at the end of the hallway; the same room his sister’s decomposing body lay on the metal table.That light was still on, but there weren’t any sounds. Either the Irken was being especially quiet, or he wasn't there at all.

Dib’s feet were planted deeply where he stood, hesitating to go any closer to the room. Memories and dreadful images of what lay in that room began to torture him again the longer he stood staring at that room. He wouldn’t budge any further towards the room now, so he began to make small noises to try and coax the other from wherever it was that he was hiding.

Zim was not coming or responding to the sounds, not even with hisses or gurgles that he usually made. It was just quiet, but there was a small shift in the shadow in the room at the end of the hall.

Dib squinted his eyes a bit more as the shadow shifted. He remained completely still for about thirty seconds before his undying curiosity got the best of him and he forced his foot forward in a small step. Before his mind even had a moment to protest, he was stepping silently towards the dreaded room ever so slowly as not to cause anymore noise. The closer he got, the more he could see the shadow moving. Back and forth, but it never seemed to shift to get up and leave the room.

Dib was in front of the doorway now, though he stood off to the side just so his left eye poked around the corner to look into the room. He breathed slowly and quietly as he took in everything he saw now.

Zim was in there, in full view as he stared off at the wall. And there lie Gaz's body, parts eaten away and her clothing in shreds. The deranged Irken's hand shakily moved through her hair, petting it back slowly as he stared at the wall.

The chilling scene caused Dib’s eyes to widen and his mouth the gape slightly, a small chill running down his spine. His breathing grew a little stiff and shallow for a moment but it had never gotten too loud as to give his position away.

Zim seemed too busy with the female though, stroking over her hair. The normal purple color was matted together with dried blood, her fierce aggression no more. Zim leaned down to her neck, almost seeming to be kissing it at first glance.

Though horrified, Dib couldn’t help but be a little curious as well. The scene was almost sentimental, though horrible nonetheless. He couldn’t help but wonder what was going through Zim’s deranged mind in this moment, or even if anything was going through his mind at all.

It was strange to see the calm in the beast after brutally killing her. He continued to stroke her hair, face pressed slightly to her cut neck as his lekku lowered back almost in a soothed manner.

Dib wasn’t focused on his sister’s mangled body now, but more on the Irken’s state now. Zim combed through her hair almost affectionately as he laid there. Maybe a small part of his surviving conscious forced him to feel a bit of remorse toward his actions.

Even as he avoided gazing at Gaz’s body, the stench was something that just couldn’t be ignored. Dib had held himself from causing too much of a fuss over it, but now it was unbearable. As much as he tried to hold back, he couldn’t suppress the audible gag that escaped his throat. His eyes widened as all of his movement ceased as he knew Zim surely took notice of such a disturbance.

Zim's head snapped up at the sickened sound, seeming startled to find him slipping in under the radar. His lekku quirked back up as his lips parted in a snarl, crawling over his sister as he never took his eyes from him. He then sprang from the table, screeching as he tackled the human out to the hallway.

Dib let out a small squeal as the other lunged onto him. He kept his balance for three steps until he finally collided with the floor violently, grunting in pain as the back of his head hit harshly against the surface. The boy’s eyes opened wide and they flicked back and forth as he looked for the Irken.

Zim growled as he crawled to him, lekku still perked as he eyed him dangerously. He soon molded to his body in a similar way he had with Gaz, his hand shakily stroking that scythe lock there.

Dib began to panic a little, the rate of his breathing increasing slightly. He dared not to even blink his eyes now as he lay helplessly in the other’s grip. Zim pressed his face to his neck like he did with Gaz, giving a sound like a distressed whine as he clutched him. It was almost like he felt very trapped and depressed, only wanting a hug to soothe his poor broken mind.

In a way, Dib could almost feel this sense of depression and forced himself to calm down for Zim’s sake. Though, he was still on edge and didn’t allow himself to move a muscle, only to calm his breathing.

Zim breathed heavily into his neck, seeming very distressed as he clutched onto him. It must be different from holding a cold corpse, as he rubbed his face against his neck as if to nuzzle it.

After a minute more or so of no attacks, no biting or threats to claw his face off, Dib allowed his body to go almost completely lax in Zim’s arms and closed his eyes. It was odd... He didn’t feel there was a threat now. If anything, he felt more relaxed with the other now, more so than he had in quite a while.

Zim seemed less tense the second Dib loosened his body. Without the belief that the other would spring on him, he was actually pretty gentle. His arms loosened from their desperate grip to a similar calm hold like he had with Gaz. The way his behavior fluctuated was almost medically fascinating.

Dib inhaled stiffly before opening his eyes to look back up at the other. After a minute of going back and forth through all of the stupid ideas in his mind, he lifted a hand and very lightly placed it on one of Zim’s, almost in a way to try and comfort him. He hoped this wouldn’t provoke an attack though..

Zim looked up sharply at this, staring at him almost fearfully. He didn't seem to want to fight today, and was almost pleading him with his eyes not to.

Dib was aware in the small shift of Zim’s behaviour now, his thumb running ever so smoothly over the other’s hand. “It’s... Alright...” He whispered almost inaudibly.

Zim breathed a bit heavily, as if fearing what the other was going to do. One second, he wanted to kill him and destroy his sanity, while the next he wanted to hold him. Maybe the pills were stabilizing Dib's mind, which in turn was starting to stabilize Zim.

What if Dr. Gaul had been right after all?

Even with Zim’s slight fear, Dib stuck firm to his attempt to reassure him and continued to stroke the other’s hand with his thumb.

As he lay here, he couldn’t help but try and put all of the pieces together his head. Everything the doctor had told him just made so much sense now. Zim was appearing less frequently, and now he seemed to be calm and almost affectionate in a way. But this couldn’t all just be in his head.. It was all too real to just be a delusion... Especially this moment. Dib tried to force the thought away though as it began to distress him again and he didn’t want to upset the deadly Irken which held him in his arms now.

Zim eventually calmed enough to resume the creepy cuddling. He held him close and breathed into his neck. This would also call into question his psychiatrist's accusation of him being a little homosexual. Of course, the fact that Dib was actually somewhat enjoying this moment only heightened the chance of this being a correct accusation. And to his memory, he could actually recall a few times where the boy had found Zim somewhat.. Intriguing. Of course, he didn’t exactly know why he felt this way at times, but he wouldn’t deny now that there was some sort of attraction in the past.

Zim continued to hold onto him, portraying that he didn't want to let him go anytime soon. One hand continued to pet his head, while he kept his lips at his neck, as if contemplating whether to kiss or bite.

Dib closed his eyes lightly, breathing deeply and slowly in an attempt to keep the other from biting the soft flesh there. His thumb never stopped caressing the Irken’s hand almost in the way he had rubbed Einstein’s cheek to calm him down.

It was strange as it seemed to have the same effect on him as the dog. His eyes even closed after a moment as he laid there against him. It would be the perfect opportunity to kill him and be rid of the horror, but no matter how badly Dib wanted this nightmare to be over, there was no way he could bring himself to kill Zim. Just the very thought of him being dead scared him, so this was out of the question. Dib simply sat there in the deadly alien’s arms, completely vulnerable to any surprise attacks.

Zim gave a sound, almost like he was trying to purr, but also sounding like he was in the middle of drowning. He opened his jaws and bit into his neck, but not very hard.

At this, Dib’s eyes opened slowly and he looked over to Zim in a bit of discomfort. Even though the grip was soft, he wasn’t too fond of the razor sharp teeth being clamped on such a vital part of his body. His thumb continued to caress the others hand though, as if this were the only thing keeping him at bay. But, Zim's teeth never actually broke the skin as he held the sensitive flesh captive between the razors. He nibbled lightly, sending light tingles through the skin as though he might break it. This caused the boy to shiver slightly in the others grasp, sighing slightly in an attempt to keep himself calm for both of their sakes. He was in no mood to fight today either, and he was determined to keep the other calm as long as he could.

It almost seemed like a love bite now as he flexed his jaws to prick it gently. He tightened his hand in his hair almost painfully as he grabbed a fistful.

At this sudden grip, Dib let out a small squeak and clenched his eyes firmly shut again. He naturally leaned into the other now as well, as if anticipating more.

Zim growled lowly, but it didn't sound too threatening. He moved down to his collarbone and bit, handling him a bit rougher than he did Gaz. Dib opened an eye at this and took a deep breath and gripped the others hand slightly tighter, as if silently pleading for him not to harm him now.

Zim growled again as he pushed his hand down into the carpet to keep it there. Maybe this is how it had started off with Gaz; Zim trying to reach her through somewhat struggled kind touches, and Gaz was too violent and moody to accept that and fought him, which resulted in her death.

Dib remained calm, however, as he refused to end up with the same fate his sister faced. He let out a small sigh, which seemed to be mixed with a whimper as he pressed into the other again.

Zim soon relaxed his roughness again as he still held a fistful of hair, but more like a lover would do while in a heated make out session. He pressed the smooth area where his nose would be to the others neck and rubbed it gently.

Dib leaned his head back slightly at this touch. He still wasn’t able to wrap his mind around the fact that he was laying here with this monster and he hadn’t turned to hurt him yet; it was hard to tell what was going on in that malfunctioning brain. He seemed to almost believe Dib was a close friend, even lover with how gentle he was being currently. It was strange to see such a rough and violent alien be so... tender.

Even though Zim was tender now, his mood could turn at any moment and he could easily rip the him to shreds, and he was well aware of it. The worst part of it all was that Zim was hard to read in this insane state of mind, so an attack was nearly undetectable. Dib began to wonder now if this were some kind of trap, but he enjoyed this moment of peace between them nonetheless.

Zim soon got a bit more aggressive and began handling him a bit rougher. He crawled over Dib so he was staring down at his face, his own still that same blank one. "IB..." He muttered as he clutched the front of his shirt, unsure if he wanted to shake him to pieces or hold him close. Of course, this sudden turn worried the boy and he tensed for a moment, his eyes widening to stare into those hollow eyes. He remembered that he needed to remain calm though and took a deep breath, his body loosening again when he exhaled.

Zim still clutched onto his shirt tightly, though his outer shell began to crack away just from the expression on his face. He seemed to look almost depressed, lowering his head and pressing it into his chest, trembling weakly.

Dib’s eyes flicked down towards the other now, staring at him with some concern for both himself and Zim. Being in Zim’s arms was worrisome enough, but now with the Irken on top of him like this he was even more vulnerable and he wanted to get out of this position as soon as he could. After several minutes passed without a single sound from Zim, Dib raised a trembling hand up and very lightly touched the back of Zim’s head, whispering very quietly, “Z-Zim..?”

With that, Zim began to scream. He leaned his head back as he screamed, trembling and seizing his body up simultaneously. He continued his horrifying meltdown for about ten minutes before he went limp again. After such a long time of Zim screaming at an ear-splitting volume, Dib was almost disoriented when he had gone quiet again. He was completely helpless now; a sudden movement now was sure to spark an attack from Zim, especially after such a violent tantrum. Dib lightly placed his shaking right hand on the others shoulder, rubbing it hesitantly with his thumb like he had been doing before in an attempt to keep him calm.

Zim wheezed for a moment, seeming to be out of breath. He suddenly squeezed onto Dib's hand, as much as he could manage. He muttered something unheard, trying to get it out of his lungs with the last bit of air present.

"H..p..."

Dib winced at the tight squeeze, but the small pain was soon forgotten at the sound of the other’s attempt to speak. His eyes widened and his breathing turned to small pants as he tried to decipher exactly what the Irken had tried to say. He took a deep breath before ever so slowly sitting up as not to startle to the other. He supported Zim with his free hand so he remained on his lap as he sat upwards. Soon, the two were staring eye to vacant eye. After getting over the small shock of those shallow eyes, Dib tilted his head slightly as he remembered what the other had attempted to gargle. “W-what did y-you say...?” He asked quietly.

Zim gripped onto his collar again, panted harshly. He looked up at him, a faint spark of his old self appearing for no more than a mere second as he shouted at him. "HELP ME!!!"
And if these were titled, I would call this one something lame like "In the Monster's Lair" or something. XD

Creepy cuddle time. >3 I actually loved imagining this scene when we wrote it out the first time! It's about to get really, REALLY sad though in the next chapter so be prepared. ;-;

Long one! Hopefully you guys like it. XD

Image is mine

Story belongs to :iconinvader-neo: and I! D<

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Chapter Twelve

Dib remained in an almost trance-like state for a few moments as he recalled a few memories of Zim. He took another deep breath before speaking again in a quiet tone. “Zim... He was pretty interesting.”

"Yes? What is his personality like?" The doctor questioned, beginning to write again at the others decision to elaborate more on the subject.

Dib slowly looked back to the doctor, shifting in his seat as he considered the question. “Well, he was loud and obnoxious and would often insult the human race whenever he had the chance to. But, he was very proud of his race and his leaders. He made every attempt to take over Earth even if he failed every time. But I liked that about him...” Dib’s voice trailed off some as his gaze lowered. “I admired that about him actually..”

Dr.Gaul hummed and nodded his head a bit. "Well, I can only chalk this up as more schizophrenia from how you say this. You seem very fond of this little delusion as well, which also tells me you have some repressed homosexual tendencies... Does that sound right to you?"

Dib’s cheeks grew a little warm at this, eyebrows raising slightly as he looked back up at Dr. Gual. “W-what? I’m not gay.. I haven’t even paid attention to my sexuality anyway..” The tone of his voice suggested otherwise though.

The doctor scribbled the word 'homosexual' very noticeably down on his chart. "Mhmm.. have you ever found yourself attracted to girls? Boys?" He questioned, looking up over his chart. "This Zim?"

The boy hesitated, shifting again in his seat. “Uh... I don’t know I’ve never really found anyone to be attractive to me. But.. I guess Zim was different...” His cheeks grew a bit warmer at that.

Dr.Gaul nodded his head a bit at this. "Well, this is obviously another way you're trying to deny this underlying homosexuality. You should try to work that out with yourself as well. There's nothing wrong with playing pitcher-catcher with another guy."

Dib reached up to rub the back of his neck, his eyes flicking to the side again. “I guess.. But what would my father say about that? I’m sure he would feel more disappointed in me...”

Dr.Gaul spoke up at his comment. "Well, naturally children want the approval of their parents... but you can't let his rejection of it make you repress and deny it more. That will cause some major depression on your part."

“I just don’t know how to walk up to somebody and express any feelings I may have. And I really just want Zim back..”

"Well, life is about taking chances. Sometimes you have to look into yourself to be able to reach them." He replied. "And if you can maybe find someone to occupy your time, Zim will go away and you won't need him back."

Dib scowled sitting up a little almost defensively. “Zim will always be a part of my life.”

"He's just a figment of your sickness.." He sighed, setting his clipboard down. "It is a part of your life in which you must overcome."

“Whatever you say, doctor.” Dib snapped resentfully.

Dr.Gaul hummed a bit. "Those anti-psychosis pills should also take care of that anger of yours." He commented as he watched him. "You're free to leave now then."

Without a second though, Dib was on his feet, shooting Dr. Gual one last frown before giving an unconvincing ‘thank you’ and heading out of the office in annoyance. He stormed down the hallway and approached the front desk and waited impatiently for the woman to notice him.

She finally caught on to him and grinned a bit. "Hello.. is that a prescription?" She questioned, taking the sheet of paper and reading over it. She frowned after a moment and headed off, collecting a bottle and handing it over to him.

Dib gave a quick and almost sarcastic smile at the woman, a completely different approach than before seeing the doctor, then snatched the bottle from her hand and jammed it in his pocket. With that, the unsatisfied boy pushed through the front doors and headed home, grumbling angrily to himself as he walked.

They had only responded to what they believed it sounded like. No one besides Dib had any proof that there was truly an alien there, so to them it sounded like a delusion. They had only wanted to help him.

Dib knew in the back of his mind that they only wanted to help him through this, but more than anything he longed for someone to just believe that he was telling the truth. He felt stuck in this hellish nightmare that never seemed to end, driving him deeper into psychological torment and loneliness.

The boy entered his house cautiously, as he often did now a days, and found it was rather quiet. With a sigh of relief, Dib continued inside and headed towards the living room and towards an end table to the left of the couch. He cracked the pill bottle open and poured three tablets from it, examining them in his hand. Questions rose again as he remembered what the doctor had said, and how scary it was that everything had seemed so accurate.

What if Zim had just been a result of some insane delusion..?

After much contemplation in his mind, Dib threw the tablets in his mouth and swallowed them dry, grunting a little as they didn’t go down very easily.

It didn't appear anyone was home either. Gaz hadn't gotten back from school yet, and as far as it seemed, Zim was not there. The house was silent too, not giving anything away.

Dib shuddered a bit as the piercing silence continued. If anything, it heightened his paranoia since he was completely alone now and there was absolutely no sign of anyone. It made him curious as to where Zim was now...

He headed towards the couch nearest to the window and sat, staring outside through widened eyes as if he were expecting someone familiar to come walking up his driveway, even his hateful little sister.

Still, hours later there was no one. Where was Gaz? What if Zim had recognized her as being connected to Dib? She could be in danger..

Though he never really cared for Gaz, Dib couldn’t help the small ounce of worry and paranoia in the pit of his stomach. He grew restless now, squirming on the couch and biting his lip hard enough the break the skin as he continued to wait desperately for his sister to come home.

Another hour passed and there had still been no sight of her.

Zim could be putting her through the same terrifying experience he was giving Dib. Even if she was awful, did she truly deserve something that horrifying?

Images of Zim’s horrifying expression and rage flashed through his mind now as he considered the possibility. The thought of yet another victim made him feel a little dizzy since he never wished for anyone, even Gaz, to go through the trauma that he had been enduring.

After a small episode of hyperventilation and panic, Dib rushed towards Zim house even though his instincts and better judgment screamed at him to turn around and run back home. However, he reached the Irken’s eerie base almost in the blink of an eye. He was already disoriented before even entering the house, probably from keen fright and the side effects of those pills, as he pushed through the bloodied and scarred front door.

From first look, there wasn't any sign of the Irken. But then there were loud screeches and screams, far away. It sounded like it was upstairs, but in a further off room.

Dib’s ears almost seemed to perk at the sudden screeches, his head snapping towards the direction of the stairs. He whined lowly to himself as he started forwards with agonizingly slow and stiff steps. He never batted an eye as he approached the bottom of the staircase, examining the house as he continued along.

There was more blood upon the walls and splattered up the staircase, but what was disturbing about it was the color. It wasn't the translucent pink of the Irken's, but a dark crimson color. One of a human nature.

Dib looked towards a wall on his left to see that a stain of both red and pink blood swiped across it. He stared at it for several moments before shakily reaching for it and running a finger along it. It was rather fresh so it stained his skin, leaving a sort of eerie mark.

There were more scraping and screeches not far away, sounding like it were actually upstairs. There was blood on the railing of the staircase in front of him.

Dib looked back up the stairs and reached for the railing beside him, slowing ascending upward. The darkness thickened which made it quite hard to see as he walked up the stairway so he squinted his eyes in an attempt to see through it.

“Gaz?” He whispered out and waited eagerly for a reply. It was silly to think that his sister might actually be there, but it chilled him as well to think of her not calling out in response.

There was no sound back to him after a while, there only being that one light toward the end of the hall. There were more shouts and screeches coming from that room, each one more chilling than the last.

Dib’s movements discontinued once he had gotten to the top as he squinted at the dim light ahead of him. He finally headed forward after a moment, stretching his arms out ahead of him so he could navigate himself safely without running into anything. With each step, the screams and screeches grew louder which sent shivers of horror and anticipation down his spine.

After a walk that seemed to last an eternity, Dib had approached the doorway and was able to look inside at the one who occupied it.


Zim was hunched over something, his back to the door. He screeched loudly as both he and the walls around him were splattered with crimson blood.

Of course, the smell was horrendous and it caused the boy’s head to spin a bit and an acidic burn to travel up his throat in disgust. He cupped a hand over his mouth to muffle a whimper which threatened to give away his position. He dumbly took a step forward though to try and see what exactly Zim was hunched over.

Zim's lekku soon went straight up, which signaled that the Irken had sensed him. His head turned around to face him, his mouth turning up into the sickening grin, his face splotched with red and gore. "IB.."

Dib froze where he stood, his nails digging into the skin around his mouth out of pure fear. “Z-Zim..” He replied in a muffled tone.

Zim hissed suddenly, crouching down over the bloodied body under him like a mother protecting her cub. Or, in this more likely instance, a tiger protecting its prey.

Dib’s eyes disregarded the Irken now after sensing he wouldn’t attack as long as he stayed still. Instead, they focused on the shredded body under him which sent the boy a whole new wave of fright and tremendous anguish. The body was practically torn beyond recognition and repair, but it finally registered after a minute or so who exactly Zim’s victim was; His little sister, Gaz.

Dib’s hand dropped from his mouth and instead went to steady himself against the doorway as he could feel himself practically lose his sense of balance. Mouth gaped, he panted heavily with a mixture of low, panicked whines. His eyes never left his sister’s tattered corpse.

Zim hissed again and his claws sank into the girl more as he screeched. "MINE!!! MINE!!!" He screamed, like some demented child throwing a fit over a toy he possessed.

A small tear even began to form now as he tried to comprehend the death of Gaz. He even started to feel physically sick as his stomach threatened to throw up whatever small amount of food was in it the longer he stared at her corpse. Eventually, his gaze moved back up to face Zim with an expression of pure depression and antipathy. “W-why?” He was able to force out through pants and whimpers.

Zim grinned widely again at the question, though his eyes were dangerous and threatening. He crouched down more and bit into the unmoving girl's arm, shaking his head like a mad dog until there was a sickening crack and tearing sound. He chomped on the mouthful of flesh he had before swallowing, grinning again. "Hungry.."

Dib winced at that terrible crack and closed his eyes tightly to avoid watching him eat the flesh.  He actually let himself fall to the floor now as he coiled himself up into a fetal position. He opened his eyes slowly to look back up at the feasting alien with pleading eyes. “STOP IT!!” He cried hysterically, reaching up to grab handfuls of his hair now. “ENOUGH!!

Zim grinned even wider as he saw the others break down. He held onto that single 'e' of a laughter as he watched the other. He clawed at the one under him absently, like a cat kneading a favorite pillow.

Dib hit the back of his head against the wall a few times as he continued to watch the other, though he was mostly staring at his sister now almost like he wanted to try and take her body with him. “P-please..” His voice cracked as he spoke.

Zim bared his bloodied teeth at him as he screeched. He wasn't going to let his prey be taken by another, and he made this very clear. He sunk his claws in further and hissed at him.

Dib was far too paralyzed by fear to make any further movements towards his sister or even out the door no matter how badly he wanted to. “I’m sorry..” He whispered to her as if expecting that she could hear him.

Zim growled as he saw the other wasn't leaving, but also not approaching his meal. He simply went back to eating, forcing the human to watch Zim as he tore into her skin without relent or remorse.

With Dib’s inability to move, he was forced to watch the other tear at chunks of flesh from his sister’s corpse. Even his eyes were so cruel as to not allow him to close them or look away. He simply stared at the Irken and Gaz’s body until there was practically nothing left of her. He stayed with her almost as if he were trying to comfort her through this torture even though it damaged him further.

Finally, he was able to move but not in a way he would have preferred. He was only able to drag himself from the scene and down the hallway, sobbing and screaming that he was sorry for his sister’s death.

If anything, those pills the doctor had gave him could help him forget that horrifying image. Zim didn't follow after him, busy with his little sister as he devoured her flesh.

Dib managed to drag himself to the peak of the stairs, but he tumbled forward and down them quite violently which sent him into the wall below much like what had happened to him in his own house. He paid no mind to the throbbing pain in his body as he was finally able to stand, panting heavily and noisily with the occasional scream as if pleading for help as he managed to walk out of the front door and down the sidewalk.

No one responded to his cries, leaving him alone in despair. The computer wasn't even speaking up, in a quiet remorse for the insane little boy who had lost his sister now.

Dib was very unsteady on his feet now, tripping over himself with almost every step he took. He continued to let out constant cries as the images of the scene flashed tauntingly in his memory. He was almost convinced that he was back in the house though as some of the images lingered into a prolonged hallucination. Hopefully that medicine would drain the memories from his mind...

He had now lost both his sister and his mother, only having his father left now. His father didn't appreciate him either, or even realize he existed half the time. It was as if he had no family left at all.

Dib was on his own now, and without the small amount of security he had felt with his sister occupying the house, he was sure to be full of despair and unnerving loneliness. No one would be there to talk to him, even if the exchanges he and Gaz had shared weren’t pleasant. They gave him a sense of security, and now it had been taken from him again by the hands of Zim.

The trip home had been a long and horribly painful one, but he made it nonetheless. Before going to his room, Dib managed to reach his pill bottle and swallow down three more, but he took an extra in hopes that it would drain his mind. Afterwards, he headed upstairs and meandered to Gaz’s room, staring at the wreckage which remained from a couple days ago.

Zim must have come searching for her that day, tearing her room apart in the process. Or maybe he had still been in search of Dib, but had gotten confused since Gaz was closely related with him. Either way, he had gotten to his little sister in the end.

After simply standing in a foggy nostalgia and crippling depression for a full five minutes, Dib walked mindlessly across the hall and towards his own room which held it’s own share of damage and horrors. He walked towards his bed and sat stiffly upon it as he considered the situation once again.

There was no way he would tell his father about this, but he was sure it wouldn’t matter since he didn’t seem to care much about their well beings anyway. If he were to report this to authorities, they would assume he was just out of his mind and that he was the one that murdered her. He decided the best thing to do at this point was to keep it to himself, though it was sure to tear him up over time and the more he thought about it.

It wasn't completely clear if Zim would visit him tonight or not. Maybe he would still be busy with Gaz, or maybe he'd visit Dib in anger for interrupting his meal.

Dib wasn’t going to let his guard down too easily though, not after what he had just witnessed. He was sure Zim was plotting more horrible ways to torment him even further to the verge of insanity.

The night stretched on though, and Zim never showed up. There weren't even small noises in the house anymore of Gaz getting up and down, or the little beeping of her favorite game system. He was completely alone.

Dib practically sobbed himself to the point of exhaustion until he finally succumbed to sleep. No one was there for him, no one to even shout at him to be quiet or punch him in the throat. It was just utter loneliness now.
KATT AND I HAD TOO MUCH FUN WITH THIS. XDD

THE EINSTEIN DAYS ARE BEFORE US KIDS. STAY TUNED.

IMAGE IS MIND

STORY BELONGS TO :iconinvader-neo: AND I. :heart:

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Chapter Eleven

Upon arriving home on that quiet, eerie night, Dib was relieved to find that no insane Irken had followed him. He was alone now, and he had the feeling he would have a peaceful night in contrast to the others he had experienced.

As Dib had made his way into the house and up to his room, the lingering smell of day old blood hit him. It wasn’t quite as harsh and foul as the pile of junk found in Zim’s closet. However, it was enough to make the boy groan in both agony and nausea, but the smell didn’t seem to stop him from hobbling to his bed and allowing himself to collapse upon it.

At least he was safe for now, and tonight would be one of the only nights open for him to sleep without much worry. Zim was still too weak to come for him, and the computer was keeping him indoors for tonight.

As Dib lay on his bed with his eyes pealed wide open, he felt himself almost grow drowsy as time proceeded. He even fell into a deep and much needed sleep within fifteen minutes or so. Thankfully, he wasn't disturbed at all through the night by visits or near-death experiences. Just calm sleep—maybe ridden with nightmares and uncertainty—but sleep nonetheless.

Dib had fallen into such a deep sleep that it felt like only minutes went by before his alarm clock was heard blaring in his ears from the nightstand beside him. He jumped awake, grumbling a bit as he reached over to slam the ‘off’ button on the top of his clock.

Dib’s eyes took a moment to adjust to the light that was filtering into his room from the window. After he was able to fully open his eyes, he looked back to his nightstand to see that there was a message flashing on the message machine, alerting him to a missed and probably important call.

The boy squinted at the blinking light for a moment before reaching for his glasses, which were still smeared with blood, and placing them on his face. He sat up now and pressed the blinking light, then waited for the message to play.

"This is Doctor Gaul's office, calling to confirm Dib Membrane's appointment with us at two forty this afternoon. We hope to see you with us today!" A cheery woman's voice spoke through the recording.

Dib let out a tired yawn, letting himself fall back lazily on the bed. He had decided that he wasn’t going to school since the appointment would cut into class anyway, and he didn’t want to risk encountering the alien today. Though, something told him Zim wouldn’t be there either that day...

It wasn't even certain if Zim would have gone to school after last night. It was a miracle he even got himself to the door of his own base every morning the way it was.All there was to do now was wait nervously until the time came around for his appointment.

Dib found himself wondering about Zim now as he lay staring blankly at the ceiling. He wondered what the Irken was doing now, or how well he was doing for that matter. The thought of losing him still created some discomfort in the boy’s already disturbed mind which caused him to let out a small whimper.

Any day the Irken could simply collapse and never move again, at least at the rate his body was deteriorating at. He was becoming ill, choking on his blood, and even harming himself out of this insanity.

Dib was able to force himself out of bed now and stretched before heading lazily towards the bathroom. Once he pushed through the cracked door and flicked on the lights, his reflection in the large mirror over the sink caught his eye and he took this time to fully examine himself for the first time since this all began.

The boy’s once clear, pale cheeks were now red and scarred from where the Irken’s sharp claws had run deep into his flesh. His hair was quite the mess; his once perfectly formed ‘scythe’ lock atop his head now a matted mess. Despite the deep sleep he had the night before, his eyes were plagued with dark circles under them; they had to be from the constant stress and paranoia though. Finally, he examined his clothes. His shirt had practically been torn to shreds at the hands of Zim and large spots of blood stained the fabric.

Of course if he were to show up at the psychiatrist office like this, they would probably instantly commit him. It would probably be in best interest to at least clean himself up and look a bit tidy.

After taking a long look at himself and breathing a heavy sigh, Dib turned to the shower and turned the water until it was nearly at a boiling point. He stripped his clothes off and hopped in rather eagerly since he often took hot showers when he was under much stress. It was definitely much needed and appreciated today.

No one was there to disturb him either while he showered. Gaz was at school, Professor Membrane at work always, and Zim wherever he decided to go.

For once in the last few days, Dib wasn’t thinking or worrying about Zim. In fact, he wasn’t thinking of anything at all really. He allowed his mind to go blank as the warm shower and the sound of the running water relaxed him greatly.

After about twenty minutes, he finally emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and he headed back to his bedroom. He headed to his closet first to pick out some clothes before a small box hit his forehead before plopping onto the floor. He bent down to grab it before realizing this was the box that held all of the pictures of Zim he had collected over the years. He quickly dressed himself before sitting cross legged on the floor with the box in front of him, taking a deep breath and opening the box and sifting through the years of history within the photos.

The alien looked so different in his photos compared to how he looked now. He was bright eyed and loud, eyes a blazing crimson filled with fierce determination and persistence. His skin was an almost pretty jade color with his demeanor always proud and tall. It was shockingly horrible how different he looked now...

Eventually, after hours of just sitting there and doing nothing, 2:15 came around. Dib decided to head out at this time so not to risk showing up late. He gave the photos one last glance where they sat on the floor before making his way out of his house to face the stares from people he was sure he would receive as he made his way to the office.

The office wasn’t too hard to find, in fact it was along the route he took on his way to school. He hesitated to go inside though, staring up at the door as if it were judging him as well now. After much disputation, he pushed through the doors and crept inside almost like a frightened child might do.

There were a couple of people sitting on seats, some looking more disturbed than others. The nurse behind the counter was taking patients and new patient's information with a large practiced smile.

Dib remained quite upon observing this and slowly made his way to an empty seat in the corner of the room. He wrapped his trench coat around his body defensively now as he stared at the others in the room.

The patients all kept to themselves, looking about as nervous as Dib did. Some rocked back in forth in their seats, while others cried quietly to themselves. The nurse called his name with a sweet smile, seeing he was quite young.

Dib jumped slightly at his name, quickly standing and heading towards the front desk with a weak smile as he tried to appear friendly. He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous here, but he hated the fact that he was acting so much like a three-year-old.

The nurse smiled sympathetically. "I just need you to fill out a small clipboard really quick before you go back to Doctor Gaul, okay hun?" She spoke, hoping to soothe his nerves.

“Yeah.” Dib replied quietly as he took the clipboard and retreated to his corner, avidly filling out the papers. After five minutes or so, he returned to the desk and waited for the woman’s acknowledgement before doing anything more.

She smiled and took it from him with a soft 'thank you' in reply. After he went back to his seat, it only took another ten minutes before they called him back to see the doctor.

Dib stood, again, and walked hesitantly towards the doctor’s office towards the back of the room. He paused in the doorway of the doctor’s office though, again waiting for some kind of acknowledgement.

A slightly grayed man sat at a desk, sifting through papers. He looked up and nodded his head a bit to him. "You must be the Membrane kid.."

Dib scowled a bit at this before speaking. “Yep.. I’m Dib.” He asserted as he wasn’t quite fond of being called ‘the Membrane kid’.

"Please, come take a seat." Dr.Gaul spoke, motioning to a couch across from his desk. "We've been yearning to get you here for years now."

Dib walked inside and sat stiffly on the couch that was being motioned to. “Of course. I’m sure my father has told you all about how ‘insane’ I am.”

"Yes yes... but from what your father told me, you think there's an alien after you?" Dr.Gaul questioned, raising a brow. "Tell me... does this sound rational in your mind?"

Dib crossed his arms over his chest and sighed deeply before replying again. “Of course it doesn’t sound right to you people. But why would I lie about an alien? Something I have been studying my whole life! And you think I would actually lie about my life being in danger? I’m not that desperate for attention.” After a quick pause, his eyes flicked back up the doctor as his hands uncrossed and pointed up to his scarred cheeks. “These scars are from that damned alien!”

The balding man held his hands up innocently, not wanting to rile the insane child up. "Now now, I never called you a liar. We have a thing for this called schizophrenia where you see things that others don't. This 'alien' that you're seeing may just be a manifestation of your fears and anger that has taken life to you." He replied. "The scars? Marks your skin has made as a result of your brain convincing you so hard that there was damage inflicted by this figment, that it actually caused the skin to become wounded. That, or you do them yourself without being aware of it during these attacks as a way of also showing that your mind is controlling this figment, and therefore controlling the pain."

Dib shook his head in a silent denial of everything Dr. Gual had just told him. “This.. This isn’t schizophrenia.. This is real, doctor. Just.. no one is around when he attacks. He waits until I am alone. But he attacked my teacher!” Dib’s ramblings slowly came to a pause again as he looked almost desperately at the doctor. “Do.. do you really think it’s in my head?”

Dr.Gaul sighed and leaned back a bit in his seat. "Dib, I've dealt with many cases like these. All of them sound almost identical to yours, with the details tweaked of course. My point is, I do believe that this is nothing more than a mere delusion you are having. There is no alien Dib, there isn't anyone out to get you, this is just in your head. And I'm here to help you smooth that out, and make this projection your brain is making go away."

Dib leaned back in his own seat as well, looking down almost in devastation at the thought that this could actually just be in his head. Everything the doctor had suggested seemed plausible.. But the thought that Zim might have actually just been an illusion through all of these years was horrible to think about. “But... My class.. They saw him attack my teacher.. They saw me stop him.”

"Are you sure Dib?" The doctor questioned. "Are you sure they didn't see you attack her? Perhaps you saw this alien... but if you are controlling him with your mind.. then perhaps it was actually you."

Dib’s head sprung back up now to stare Dr. Gual in the eye now. “No! I would never just attack someone!” Still, Dib paused some more as he thought through everything that was going on in his head now. “Well... What do you suggest we do then?” he mumbled.

The doctor smiled when he saw he was willing to work with him. "Well, there is some medication that should stop your brain from producing this fake image." He explained. "It should calm your nerves as well."

“I see.” Dib replied shortly at the much dreaded thought of medication.

The doctor nodded his head a bit. "Just give it a try..." He convinced. "They will help your mind get better... you can be part of society."

Dib simply nodded as he brought his knees up to his chest, much like he did when the terrifying shadows of Zim had haunted him a couple nights ago. “So, when do I get it then?”

"As soon as I write the prescription and send it to the nurse. She'll get it all there for you." He replied. "Now tell me... how long have you seen this alien?"

Dib closed his eyes for a moment as if struggling to remember this information. “Five years I think. But he wasn’t insane until a month ago.. He started attacking me a couple days ago though when I approached him at lunch.”

The doctor hummed as he began scribbling on a notepad as he listened. "So... you've seen him for five years?" He concluded. "Has anything particularly tragic or upsetting happened within the last month or so that might have triggered this change?"

“Uh.. He was sent here to ‘conquer Earth’, but it turned out that his mission lied and his leaders actually banished him here. He blamed it on me since I was the only one who knew about his plans and stopped all of them.”

The doctor was quiet for a moment as he continued to write. He finally set his pen down and looked up at him. "So, what I'm hearing is you feel that the world has robbed you of something, and you feel that your 'mission' here in life is a big waste and you feel like the world is cheating you of something. And you blame yourself subconsciously because of your differences."

Dib cocked his head a little at this. The doctor seemed to have an explanation to shut him down about everything and he found this to be quite annoying. But, he kept his opinions to himself. “I guess so..”

The doctor hummed and nodded a bit. "How are you liked in school? Do you have any friends? Are you bullied?"

Dib sighed as he stared out of the window behind Dr. Gual, replying in a rather monotone voice. “I stay quiet and I have no friends. Yes, I’m bullied sometimes, but not nearly as bad as it was in the past.”

"Are you physically bullied ever?" The doctor questioned. "How's your home life? Is it happy? Have both your parents? Any siblings?"

“I’ve been beaten up a couple times in the locker room by this one kid...” Dib paused as he considered the other question, the let out a sarcastic laugh as if the answer should’ve been obvious. “My home life? I never see my father, my mother is dead and my little sister hates me.”

He frowned a bit as he wrote this down. "Are you depressed then? Do you feel sad a lot?" He questioned, as if sympathetic for him.

Dib nodded slowly, letting out another sigh. “Yeah.. I guess so. I am lonely and quite sad most of the time..”

"Do you think maybe your mind created this alien as a way to keep your mind and time occupied so you wouldn't feel so lonely? And the more you believed it and sought after him, the more real and more personality he began to have?" The doctor questioned, almost putting a challenge to what he thought.

Dib’s eyes wandered back to the doctor now, raising an eyebrow slightly. “I guess. And I’m scared that I’m losing him, even if he is trying to kill me..”

The doctor handed over a box of tissues to him. "I think you're worried of losing yourself... I will do my best to help make you better..." He assured him.

“Thanks then..” Dib replied, though he sounded quite resentful. “So can I go then?”

"That's up to you. I'm paid for the full hour, but you're free to leave and consult the nurse if you please." He replied as he handed him a prescription pad. "Just hand this to her. You'll need to take three at a time twice daily."

Dib frowned as he found this to be quite a heavy dose, but he didn’t argue or say anything against it as he reached for the paper. “If you don’t have anymore questions for me I guess I’ll go..”

"Well, unless you want to tell me a little about your history and where things started going bad, I really don't think just asking you questions will suffice." Dr.Gaul replied.

Dib shrugged and relaxed back into the seat, looking back towards the window as he drew a deep breath. “Everything was fine before Zim lost his mind. In a way, he gave me something to live for since I have waited my whole life to meet an alien..”

He hummed softly at that and frowned. "So you've named him?" The doctor commented. "Zim?"

Dib perked up a little almost surprised himself that he had mentioned the Irken’s name. He opened his mouth a little and let out a small breath, carrying with it a couple words. “Yeah... Zim..”
Sorry these are coming out a lot slower. XD Kitty and I are just sick and don't have tiiime.

This was actually done an hour ago, I just wanted a new preview pic. I don't like it. I was lazy because I am hacking up a lung over here. XD But whatever! Naked Deeeeeb. And none of you say he is pleasureing himself or I will kill you. :iconnotimpressedplz: HE'S SAD OKAY?

Okay I'm going to be miserable now. THANK YOU KITTY FOR HELPING ME EDIT THIS ONE. <3

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Chapter Ten

Dib walked down the sidewalk appearing more disturbed than he had since this had started. The lingering taste of Zim’s blood seemed to keep him in an almost trance like state as he walked almost unnaturally down the sideswalk. Of course, the boy’s unsettling demeanor attracted more stares from the people around him.

People went from being distasteful and scowling at him, to almost frightened and concerned for the boy. He'd been progressing so quickly to lunacy lately that some people believed it was time he saw someone about it.

This thought of going to see someone though seemed to be out of the question in Dib’s mind. He knew a doctor would only blame it on schizophrenia or just plain insanity and not even try to believe that something was actually going on. He would only be prescribed some drug to try and rid him of ‘the images in his head’.

Perhaps that's what he needed to stay sane though; receive some counseling and a bit of medicine, and he could stay alert and at least somewhat sane from Zim. As long as he could out-sane him, he could outlive him.

As Dib approached his home, he made the decision to call his father in another attempt to get him to listen. He knew what Professor Membrane would say, but he couldn’t live like this anymore. Besides, there may be the slight chance that the doctor might believe him, but that was far fetched..

Gaz screamed at the boy as soon as he walked into the door about her mess of a room, paying absolutely no regard to the fact that he was quite marked up and look distressed beyond belief. He didn’t seemed to hear her death threats though as he just walked awkwardly into his room, slammed the door behind him and let himself collapse on his bed with a loud groan.

At least one thing he didn't have to worry about was Zim coming to attack him... maybe. The deranged Irken might find a way to get to him anyway, even in such a critical state. After all, he had saved him, and in doing so expanded his torturous life to suffer on further.

Dib wasn’t sure if he regretted saving the Irken or if he was somewhat relieved by it. He had the chance to end this once and for all but he chose to save him, even if it only provided him with more psychological scars with more to come from future attacks.

After about ten minutes of laying motionless on the bed, Dib pulled himself up and reached for the phone on his nightstand beside him. He dialed his father’s number, but he didn’t bother bringing the receiver all the way up to his ear as he wasn’t expecting an answer. His father never answered his calls.

And, just as expected, the tone rang on for a while before he reached his automated answering machine. He hardly even checked it, just about as often as he actually answered the phone to his son. There were options though through the phone. "Press one if it is urgent, two for business, three for WORLD CRISIS, press five for emergency..." It continued on as such.

Even though the receiver still wasn’t pressed to his ear, he was still able to hear the options. Without a second though, Dib reached over and pressed the number three on the phone beside him since he assumed this would be the only way to get some kind of response.

Surprisingly enough, about five minutes later, an actual voice spoke up. "Hello, yes? This is Professor Membrane speaking!" He spoke, obviously having gotten the memo that there was an emergency.

It took Dib a moment to realize who the faint voice on the other end belonged to and he seemed to snap back to life now, pulling the receiver to his ear now. “D-Dad?” He stuttered.

"..Son?" Membrane spoke up, sounding genuinely surprised by his voice. "Are you miss using the phone again? There are separate lines here for a reason..."

“I know that.” Dib mumbled almost in annoyance, closing his eyes. “I also knew you wouldn’t answer the phone unless I claimed this call was about a world crisis.”

Professor Membrane, however, felt he did not have the time nor patience for this. "I'm far too busy son to be messed with right now if it isn't an emergency."

Dib’s distress seemed to be rising again as his voice started to get a bit louder and shakier. ‘It is an emergency! Some psychotic alien is trying to kill me every fucking day and no one believes me! I am losing my mind but you’re not here to see that!”

There was a stunned silence that followed after his last word echoed in the phone. After about a full minute of quiet, there was a long sigh on the other line. "My poor insane son..." He muttered. "I think you should see a psychiatrist Dib."

Dib grunted as he had expected this exact response from his father. “Could you schedule it then? As soon as possible..” His voice was a weak whisper now.


"Ah, of course son! I'm always happy to try and steer your mind away from those delusional thoughts of aliens and other fake science!" Membrane replied brightly. "I'll schedule it for tomorrow even! As soon as possible!"

Dib’s eyes opened into slits, staring at the ceiling now as he listen to his father speak. “Yeah.. Just.. Let me know where to go.”

"Of course son! The office should call and leave a message for you." Membrane replied, not seeming to notice or at least comment on Dib's strange tone.

Dib shook his head and and grunted in disapproval to the statement. “Yeah.. Bye.” He murmured and slammed the phone back on his desk. He continued to stare at the ceiling above him through narrowed eyes, reaching up to rub his head which was throbbing mercilessly. He was probably going to hear hell and back all night from his sister about her wrecked room. Now all there was to do was pray that Zim would stay away for the night.

Even if Zim stayed away from him, there was no way he could sleep tonight despite how exhausted he was. Even now when he tried to close his eyes and force himself to sleep, his lids would shoot open as if some contraption were holding them that way.

It was destined to be the longest night yet, with anticipations from both his sister and the alien. A little ways into the night, neither of them seemed to appear in his doorway or in Zim's case, the window.

The quiet night did everything but settle him. In fact, he was almost wishing Zim to climb up to his window just so he knew where exactly he was. Dib threw himself into an upright position now, blinking several times as it just now occurred to him that he had left his glasses at the Irken’s house. His impaired vision only caused him more distress since this only made him more vulnerable if Zim were to attack tonight... With that, he began to panic.

The only option would be to try and retrieve them from the house. Maybe the Irken would still be injured and weak, which would allow him to get them back. It was certain by the hour though that Zim was not going to be by for a midnight visit tonight.

Dib whined in agony at the terrible thought of going back, but if he wanted to be able to see clearly he had no choice. He took a minute to wrap his mind around going back to that terrifying house, then slowly raised himself from his bed and quietly tiptoed his way out of room and downstairs toward the front door.

After tripping and bumping into several things, Dib finally made it to Zim’s eerie base. He wondered how he had managed to walk so easily before but now he was having such a terrible time. Perhaps it was because of the darkness of the night now...

After much wavering, Dib forced himself to the front door of the inactive base, slowly pushing the cracked door open as he squinted to see through the thick darkness now.

The Irken was no longer lying on the floor where he had been left. There were bloody hand prints everywhere though, smeared on the floor and furniture where he had surely tried to pull himself up. Where his glasses had been were bloodied up too, absent now as the Irken had surely grabbed them. There was a bloodied trail of both hand and bootprints where he had tried to drag himself, though he was not in sight anywhere.

“Damn...” Dib growled under his breath upon realizing his glasses were no longer where they had once lay. The bloodied prints only intensified the already grim atmosphere as he walked deeper into the house, searching eagerly for his glasses so he could leave without facing another attack.

There were weak sounds of screeches and cries, but were far away from where he was. The Irken hadn't seemed to have sensed his presence either, nor was the computer cold hearted enough to alert the deranged invader of him. There was a door not too far away that had lots of claw marks down it and streaks of blood, both his and what was presumably Dib's, all down the what had been white door.

Though the sight of this door, along with the screeches, gave him undying shivers and heightening fear, Dib was drawn to it. He approached it slowly, running a hand down the marked and stained wood before slowly pushing it open and staring inside through squinted eyes.

The first thing that was noticeable was that Zim was not in this room. That was a small relief for what was in there. Scraps of cloth, obviously from Dib's clothes that could be pieced right back in even with the ripped shirt he wore now, were piled around. Clumps of hair, a chipped tooth, a lost boot, even notes and drawings from Dib's notebook that he had thrown at Zim in later years. The worst part was the smell though; puddles and pools of blood. His blood, enough to assault the senses and, seeing that a lot of the blood was old and dried and mixed in with these, it was almost like smelling his own decomposing corpse; enough to make a person vomit involuntarily. Right there, in all of that mess, the lenses smudged with bloody fingerprints, was his glasses.

The sudden smell was the first thing to send Dib into a daze, almost making him vomit where he stood. He stumbled a bit and backed into the door with his hands over his nose and mouth to avoid getting sick, which he was able to do after a moment of his stomach threatening to do otherwise. After collecting himself, he gazed upon the pile with strained eyes, though it still wasn’t very clear how horrifying it was until he reached for his blood stained glasses and slipped them over his face. With a clearer image, the true grimness of the scene unfolded as he scanned across things that had long been forgotten. He trembled where he stood now, his hand moving back up to cover his nose and mouth as the repulsive stench continued to hit him with a vengeance.

The Irken seemed to have just gathered them up though, as there were his own blood on them as well on each item. Even if they had been kept for studying, they were all now just tossed away into the room. That was his IB room, and by the looks of how many and how deep those gashes on the door were, it was frequently visited.

Dib removed the hand that had been covering his mouth and reached behind him to grab a hold of the door, gripping it firmly as he continued to stare at the haunting pile through strained eyes. Eventually, he was able to pull himself from this room and return the door to the position it had been in before, uncovering his nose and taking in deep gasps of the much more pleasant smelling air. Though, a loud cough from the boy’s throat disturbed the piercing silence in the house now.

There was a sudden shift in the air as the woeful moans and screeches stopped abruptly at the loud cough. Obviously, it had been noticed, and Zim was obviously going to drag himself out to come check it out, even if he wasn't capable of much else.

Dib held his breath now, looking around him frantically for the Irken whom he assumed would be here at any moment. With that he resumed his quiet steps while still holding his breath with hopes that Zim would lose interest after hearing nothing more.

The door soon flung open for him unexpectedly. "He's coming... you have to go.. run... now!" The computer spoke frantically. For once, it was actually being helpful, and only to keep Dib alive a little longer.

Dib paused and blinked, staring at the door almost in disbelief at the computer’s sudden help now. Of course, he didn’t refuse the offer as he sprang forward and ran out of the door and down the street in panic.

There was the sound of the computer slamming the door shut tightly, as if determined to keep the Irken within its confines tonight. For now, he had gotten away without a scratch, this time at least.
I'm so sick... ;___;

Katt and I are suffering from the flu right now. I started this a while ago but I finished it tonight. KATT, FORGIVE ME FOR NOT EDITING THIS ONE WITH YOU BUT I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO HAVE TO WRITE AND THINK WHILE YOU WERE SICK! IT'S AWFUL!! D: I still love youuuu! <33

I thought I ended it in a nice spot. XD You guys will get to see Dib with the doctor next time. This one builds anticipation!

Enjoy. c: I will be uploading these only.. Two times a week maybe? I'm busy and I don't want to post everyday. ;-;

Daaamn Zim, why you so creepy?!

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Chapter Eighteen

Light golden rays from the morning sun shone into the living room window the next morning. Dib woke up peacefully, taking in a deep breath and slowly opening his eyes and blinking a few times as they adjusted to the bright light. After a few minutes or so, he looked down to his little companion who was still sleeping peacefully on his chest, making him smile. He eventually made the decision to wake Einstein, shaking him lightly. The puppy, however, refused to wake up just yet and covered his face with his paw.

Dib chuckled, then took this time to observe the messy environment around him. The night had been peaceful… Almost a little too peaceful, which made the boy suspicious. Some things seemed to be misplaced, however the thing that stood out most to the human were the long, deep claw marks in the walls around him. He knew they hadn’t been there before he fell asleep, and they were far too long and high for Einstein to had made them. It was obvious then that someone else had been in the house.  

Dib whimpered "Einstein.. Wake up.." he whispered, followed by another small shake.

Einstein blinked his eyes open as he was shaken into an alert state, stretching a bit with a yawn. He turned his head upward to his master, almost seeming to smile as he panted. He let out a low whine and ducked his head down a bit though at the fear radiating from the other, and tried to press his head up under his arm for comfort. From up above their heads, scraping and the sound of wood being carved by sharp claws radiated down.

Dib’s head snapped towards the stairs at the loud sounds coming from the floor above them. He shivered where he sat, slowly sitting up and catching his dog in his arms. He remained completely frozen where he sat as he knew exactly who was up there waiting for him. After a few moments of hesitation and with no end to the constant thumping and scrapes, Dib placed Einstein on the couch beside him and stood, slowly walking towards the base of the stairs and commanding his small puppy to accompany him.

Einstein immediately went by his side however, flanking his master on his left side to show he would not leave him. He wished now to only please him, and not to disappoint him again. It was simple logic to anyone else, but it was the little puppy’s entire world that he had come to know.

With a reassuring glance at the puppy following him, he proceeded forward until he reached the base of the stairs. He looked towards the dark upper floor, the sounds growing louder now. He sighed, almost making a whining sound as he reached down to pick up the dog for both his sake and the puppy’s before making the climb up the stairs. Once at the top, Dib placed him back down again but this time he put Einstein behind him to make sure he could fend off anything that tried to hurt either him or the dog.

There was a familiar hissing and screeching sound coming from his room, one that had filled his nightmares and fueled his fears for the past days and nights.

Shivering, Dib closed his eyes as the images of the horrifying events replayed in his mind as he knew exactly who was inside the room. He clenched at his hair, breathing shallowly for a moment before finally collecting himself and looking towards Einstein.

"C-come on, buddy." he whispered quietly to Einstein as he walked towards his room.

Einstein whimpered and huddled at his feet in fear, obviously just as disturbed at the idea of entering the room. The scratching immediately halted, as if alerted by the sounds just outside the door.

The puppy’s cries seemed to startle Dib just as any other sound in the house now. He looked down at Einstein, quickly reaching down and grabbing a hold of the dog’s muzzle to keep him from making anymore sounds. After holding the dog’s maw shut for a few seconds, he slowly let go and creeped towards the door frame, peeking around the corner and into the blackened room.

The silence lasted only a split second before an agonizing wail pierced through it, leaving even the dog recoiling with a yelp. A second later, the figure of the deranged Irken exploded from the room, tackling the human down to the floor. He hunched his back to bare his teeth to him and raked his claws sharply across his cheek, seeming enraged with the other for unknown reasons. Einstein's puppy fur prickled in anger at this person hurting his master, barking and bounding forward before biting into Zim's arm. Zim hissed and glared at the dog as he shook him loose from his arm. Einstein landed clumsily back on his feet before he leaped again, but this time Zim was prepared. He moved his arm to swipe his claws forward, catching the dog on its side. Einstein cried out in pain as it flew back at the force and yelped as it went tumbling down the stairs.

The pain in Dib’s face seemed to dissolve after witnessing his small puppy being thrown so violently. Rushed with adrenaline now, Dib used all of his strength and rage to shove the Irken off of him, kicking and screaming violently. After some struggle and adjustment, Dib was able to get his legs under Zim’s abdomen and launch him off from on top of him. This gave him a short window to get up and run as quickly as he could down the stairs, desperate to save the only friend he had.

The little dog lay at mangled at the bottom of the stairs. Dib rushed to his side and kneeled next to him, hands shaking as they hovered over him in fear of touching him and causing more damage. Tears filled his eyes as he examined his damaged dog.

“E-Einstein.. Little buddy.. Don’t leave me.. P-please don’t leave me.. Not like this.” Dib stuttered.

The little puppy gave a weak whine as he nudged him, hemorrhaging from his side and his front legs bent back in a horrifying angle. He had tried to protect his master from this attacker, and he had failed. He licked the boy’s hand once, and then he died, knowing he had been a bad dog to his master.

The tears finally began to roll down Dib’s cheeks as his trembling hands finally made contact with Einstein’s corpse, rubbing him affectionately almost as if he were still alive to feel it. “No…” He muttered to himself. “Not you.. Not you too.. Why?...” He paused, then looked towards the top of the stairs where Zim stood. “YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!” He screamed in rage. “JUST GO AWAY!!!”

Zim loomed down from the steps, that manic grin splitting all the way up his face as he screamed down at him, almost like a victory screech. It was as if he were mocking him at this point, holding the fact that he had taken the last thing from him.

Dib scooped his puppy lightly in his arms and stood, gritting his teeth and breathing heavily now. That smile was tormenting him. He knew Zim was pleased with what he had done and that only fueled his growing anger and mental instability. “GET OUT!! GET THE FUCK OUT!!!”

Zim barred his teeth at him with a screech. He reached a hand out, head tilted a bit to give the illusion that he were looking down Dib's arms. Following his gaze downwards, his line of sight ended on the puppy; he wanted it.

Dib made the connection almost immediately and clutched the corpse more securely in his arms. “You’re not taking him… Not a fucking chance..”

Zim screeched at this indignation, twitching in anger as he crouched on all fours to clear the stairs. He sprang over the railing of the stairs, aiming straight for the human below with claws unsheathed and murder in those vacant eyes.

Dib had just barely evaded Zim’s attack, stumbling a bit and falling on his side causing his grip on Einstein to loosen.

Zim skidded himself to a stop on the floor, turning his body around and baring his teeth at the boy. “MINE!!” He screeched in rage, all too similar to how he had treated Gaz as he mauled her.

Dib sat up and pushed himself back towards the door with his legs, regaining the tight grip on the corpse. He shivered where he sat as he was more intimidated now that the Irken was so close to him.

"IB!!!" Zim finally hissed with bloodlust on his tongue. He bunched his muscles up before lunging at him threateningly. His arms extended, as if ready to snatch the dog from his hands and devour him right in front of him.

Dib rolled out of the way of Zim’s second attempt to snatch the dog, putting him closer towards the door. He finally staggered to his feet, moving back ever so slowly as not to trigger another attack before he could reach the door.

Zim screeched at him, nails digging into the wooden floors as he tracked him with the slow movements of his head. He looked pretty hungry from the way his teeth glistened from salivation, and the way he eyed that dog with his blank eyes.

Dib bit his lip, muffling a whine of distress as his back finally hit the door. He caught a glimpse of the light outside which indicated it was about noon. From what he remembered, he had an appointment with Dr. Gaul sometime soon, however he wasn’t sure how he was going to get there without being mauled by the raging Irken before him.

The boy considered something that most people would never have even thought of. He thought that if he sacrificed his loyal dog’s body, it would distract Zim long enough for him to get out and run to Gaul’s office. Maybe he could even convince the doctor to come home with him to see that Zim wasn’t just a delusion, but was indeed real.

The simple thought of it made Dib sob again where he stood, but his survival instinct was growing stronger now that his dog was deceased and he knew what he had to do to survive. He shakily held the puppy by the back leg, holding it outwards toward Zim. “Y-you want this?” He choked out in between sobs.

Zim stared at the carcass with a low growl rumbling through his chest. His claws further sank into the floor as he watched, transfixed by it. The answer was an obvious yes; he wanted that dog for himself, to greedily tear at and pull apart for his own satisfaction.

The longer Dib stood staring at both his loyal friend and the insane alien before him, the more he became aware of the fact that he couldn’t sacrifice the only thing that had ever really loved him unconditionally to the end. He reeled his dog back into his arms, opening the door behind him quickly and sprinting down the street crying and screaming in agony. “I’m sorry!” He shouted several times as he ran madly towards the doctor’s office.

The puppy laid dead in his arms, it’s mangled form lying across his arms and partially dangling. People he passed were mortified by the overall appearance of the boy, some gasping and some screaming as they believed the deranged boy had brutally murdered the dog.


Dib finally reached his destination and mindlessly burst through the doors, still crying and hyperventilating. He looked towards the lobby clerk, holding his puppy closer to his chest. “Dr. Gaul… I need..” He paused, choking a bit on his own sobs. “I need to see him.. Now…”

The nurse stared at him, her hands held up in defensive reaction to his hysteria. "A-Alright little boy... I..I'll send you straight back.." She assured, getting out of her chair and leading him back. She intruded on an already ongoing session, but after a quick explanation the other patient was shown out for a bit. She had insisted to Dr. Gaul that this was very, very crucial and could not wait.

Dib stood shaking violently in the hallway, caressing the cold cheek of his dead dog as he waited for the doctor, muttering strange things to himself that weren’t quite clear.

The Secretary opened the door for Dib after a few moments, leading him to Dr. Gaul where he sat at his desk. He raised a brow as he saw Dib, looking very solemnly as always. "Dib... Sit down and tell me what happened. What is in your arms?"

Dib walked in almost mindlessly, sitting slowly on the couch. He looked straight ahead, but seemed to look right through the doctor rather than make eye contact. He remained quiet for a couple moments as he continued to stroke the soft, blood stained coat of Einstein.

“This..” He started after a long silence, “This is Einstein. My… Dog. I got him two days ago. And Zim.. He just killed him. He just killed the only thing that’s ever cared for me…” Dib stammered, continuing to caress the corpse.

The doctor frowned sharply in alarm and made a motion to the secretary before she hurried off. "You got a dog, that's good... but you say Zim killed him?" He spoke, jotting this down on a notepad. "Dib... Zim is you... there is no Zim..." He sighed, seeming almost bored with their conversation already.

Dib closed his eyes in frustration, speaking through gritted teeth as his hand paused on the dog.  “You’re wrong, Doctor. Zim.. Zim is real.” He opened his eyes, finally making eye contact with the man. “He was in my house this morning. He killed my dog…” He paused, his gaze growing distant now. “And.. He killed my sister too.”

Dr.Gaul had tight lines formed on his forehead as he stared at him, silently evaluating his responses and his current state of being. His eyes trailed up as two larger males grabbed both of Dib's arms while another forced the dog from his arms. Dr. Gaul gave the boy a small, obviously faked smile as they restrained the confused and struggling patient.

"I think we should take a closer look at you..."
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Sad chapter. Prepare to cry! But you knew this was coming.
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Chapter Sixteen

Dib bit down firmly on his lip before shakily stepping forward and pulling him slowly up the creaky stairs. Since it was dark, he squinted his eyes in an attempt to see a bit clearer in the small amount of light that he had. As he slowly made his way up the stairs, whispering the Irken’s name in an attempt to draw him out from his hiding place. In a situation such as this, Dib preferred to know where Zim was rather than him be out of sight with the possibility of a surprise attack.

After a minute of crawling painfully slow up the stairs, he finally made it to the top with the sight of the illuminated room at the end of the hallway; the same room his sister’s decomposing body lay on the metal table.That light was still on, but there weren’t any sounds. Either the Irken was being especially quiet, or he wasn't there at all.

Dib’s feet were planted deeply where he stood, hesitating to go any closer to the room. Memories and dreadful images of what lay in that room began to torture him again the longer he stood staring at that room. He wouldn’t budge any further towards the room now, so he began to make small noises to try and coax the other from wherever it was that he was hiding.

Zim was not coming or responding to the sounds, not even with hisses or gurgles that he usually made. It was just quiet, but there was a small shift in the shadow in the room at the end of the hall.

Dib squinted his eyes a bit more as the shadow shifted. He remained completely still for about thirty seconds before his undying curiosity got the best of him and he forced his foot forward in a small step. Before his mind even had a moment to protest, he was stepping silently towards the dreaded room ever so slowly as not to cause anymore noise. The closer he got, the more he could see the shadow moving. Back and forth, but it never seemed to shift to get up and leave the room.

Dib was in front of the doorway now, though he stood off to the side just so his left eye poked around the corner to look into the room. He breathed slowly and quietly as he took in everything he saw now.

Zim was in there, in full view as he stared off at the wall. And there lie Gaz's body, parts eaten away and her clothing in shreds. The deranged Irken's hand shakily moved through her hair, petting it back slowly as he stared at the wall.

The chilling scene caused Dib’s eyes to widen and his mouth the gape slightly, a small chill running down his spine. His breathing grew a little stiff and shallow for a moment but it had never gotten too loud as to give his position away.

Zim seemed too busy with the female though, stroking over her hair. The normal purple color was matted together with dried blood, her fierce aggression no more. Zim leaned down to her neck, almost seeming to be kissing it at first glance.

Though horrified, Dib couldn’t help but be a little curious as well. The scene was almost sentimental, though horrible nonetheless. He couldn’t help but wonder what was going through Zim’s deranged mind in this moment, or even if anything was going through his mind at all.

It was strange to see the calm in the beast after brutally killing her. He continued to stroke her hair, face pressed slightly to her cut neck as his lekku lowered back almost in a soothed manner.

Dib wasn’t focused on his sister’s mangled body now, but more on the Irken’s state now. Zim combed through her hair almost affectionately as he laid there. Maybe a small part of his surviving conscious forced him to feel a bit of remorse toward his actions.

Even as he avoided gazing at Gaz’s body, the stench was something that just couldn’t be ignored. Dib had held himself from causing too much of a fuss over it, but now it was unbearable. As much as he tried to hold back, he couldn’t suppress the audible gag that escaped his throat. His eyes widened as all of his movement ceased as he knew Zim surely took notice of such a disturbance.

Zim's head snapped up at the sickened sound, seeming startled to find him slipping in under the radar. His lekku quirked back up as his lips parted in a snarl, crawling over his sister as he never took his eyes from him. He then sprang from the table, screeching as he tackled the human out to the hallway.

Dib let out a small squeal as the other lunged onto him. He kept his balance for three steps until he finally collided with the floor violently, grunting in pain as the back of his head hit harshly against the surface. The boy’s eyes opened wide and they flicked back and forth as he looked for the Irken.

Zim growled as he crawled to him, lekku still perked as he eyed him dangerously. He soon molded to his body in a similar way he had with Gaz, his hand shakily stroking that scythe lock there.

Dib began to panic a little, the rate of his breathing increasing slightly. He dared not to even blink his eyes now as he lay helplessly in the other’s grip. Zim pressed his face to his neck like he did with Gaz, giving a sound like a distressed whine as he clutched him. It was almost like he felt very trapped and depressed, only wanting a hug to soothe his poor broken mind.

In a way, Dib could almost feel this sense of depression and forced himself to calm down for Zim’s sake. Though, he was still on edge and didn’t allow himself to move a muscle, only to calm his breathing.

Zim breathed heavily into his neck, seeming very distressed as he clutched onto him. It must be different from holding a cold corpse, as he rubbed his face against his neck as if to nuzzle it.

After a minute more or so of no attacks, no biting or threats to claw his face off, Dib allowed his body to go almost completely lax in Zim’s arms and closed his eyes. It was odd... He didn’t feel there was a threat now. If anything, he felt more relaxed with the other now, more so than he had in quite a while.

Zim seemed less tense the second Dib loosened his body. Without the belief that the other would spring on him, he was actually pretty gentle. His arms loosened from their desperate grip to a similar calm hold like he had with Gaz. The way his behavior fluctuated was almost medically fascinating.

Dib inhaled stiffly before opening his eyes to look back up at the other. After a minute of going back and forth through all of the stupid ideas in his mind, he lifted a hand and very lightly placed it on one of Zim’s, almost in a way to try and comfort him. He hoped this wouldn’t provoke an attack though..

Zim looked up sharply at this, staring at him almost fearfully. He didn't seem to want to fight today, and was almost pleading him with his eyes not to.

Dib was aware in the small shift of Zim’s behaviour now, his thumb running ever so smoothly over the other’s hand. “It’s... Alright...” He whispered almost inaudibly.

Zim breathed a bit heavily, as if fearing what the other was going to do. One second, he wanted to kill him and destroy his sanity, while the next he wanted to hold him. Maybe the pills were stabilizing Dib's mind, which in turn was starting to stabilize Zim.

What if Dr. Gaul had been right after all?

Even with Zim’s slight fear, Dib stuck firm to his attempt to reassure him and continued to stroke the other’s hand with his thumb.

As he lay here, he couldn’t help but try and put all of the pieces together his head. Everything the doctor had told him just made so much sense now. Zim was appearing less frequently, and now he seemed to be calm and almost affectionate in a way. But this couldn’t all just be in his head.. It was all too real to just be a delusion... Especially this moment. Dib tried to force the thought away though as it began to distress him again and he didn’t want to upset the deadly Irken which held him in his arms now.

Zim eventually calmed enough to resume the creepy cuddling. He held him close and breathed into his neck. This would also call into question his psychiatrist's accusation of him being a little homosexual. Of course, the fact that Dib was actually somewhat enjoying this moment only heightened the chance of this being a correct accusation. And to his memory, he could actually recall a few times where the boy had found Zim somewhat.. Intriguing. Of course, he didn’t exactly know why he felt this way at times, but he wouldn’t deny now that there was some sort of attraction in the past.

Zim continued to hold onto him, portraying that he didn't want to let him go anytime soon. One hand continued to pet his head, while he kept his lips at his neck, as if contemplating whether to kiss or bite.

Dib closed his eyes lightly, breathing deeply and slowly in an attempt to keep the other from biting the soft flesh there. His thumb never stopped caressing the Irken’s hand almost in the way he had rubbed Einstein’s cheek to calm him down.

It was strange as it seemed to have the same effect on him as the dog. His eyes even closed after a moment as he laid there against him. It would be the perfect opportunity to kill him and be rid of the horror, but no matter how badly Dib wanted this nightmare to be over, there was no way he could bring himself to kill Zim. Just the very thought of him being dead scared him, so this was out of the question. Dib simply sat there in the deadly alien’s arms, completely vulnerable to any surprise attacks.

Zim gave a sound, almost like he was trying to purr, but also sounding like he was in the middle of drowning. He opened his jaws and bit into his neck, but not very hard.

At this, Dib’s eyes opened slowly and he looked over to Zim in a bit of discomfort. Even though the grip was soft, he wasn’t too fond of the razor sharp teeth being clamped on such a vital part of his body. His thumb continued to caress the others hand though, as if this were the only thing keeping him at bay. But, Zim's teeth never actually broke the skin as he held the sensitive flesh captive between the razors. He nibbled lightly, sending light tingles through the skin as though he might break it. This caused the boy to shiver slightly in the others grasp, sighing slightly in an attempt to keep himself calm for both of their sakes. He was in no mood to fight today either, and he was determined to keep the other calm as long as he could.

It almost seemed like a love bite now as he flexed his jaws to prick it gently. He tightened his hand in his hair almost painfully as he grabbed a fistful.

At this sudden grip, Dib let out a small squeak and clenched his eyes firmly shut again. He naturally leaned into the other now as well, as if anticipating more.

Zim growled lowly, but it didn't sound too threatening. He moved down to his collarbone and bit, handling him a bit rougher than he did Gaz. Dib opened an eye at this and took a deep breath and gripped the others hand slightly tighter, as if silently pleading for him not to harm him now.

Zim growled again as he pushed his hand down into the carpet to keep it there. Maybe this is how it had started off with Gaz; Zim trying to reach her through somewhat struggled kind touches, and Gaz was too violent and moody to accept that and fought him, which resulted in her death.

Dib remained calm, however, as he refused to end up with the same fate his sister faced. He let out a small sigh, which seemed to be mixed with a whimper as he pressed into the other again.

Zim soon relaxed his roughness again as he still held a fistful of hair, but more like a lover would do while in a heated make out session. He pressed the smooth area where his nose would be to the others neck and rubbed it gently.

Dib leaned his head back slightly at this touch. He still wasn’t able to wrap his mind around the fact that he was laying here with this monster and he hadn’t turned to hurt him yet; it was hard to tell what was going on in that malfunctioning brain. He seemed to almost believe Dib was a close friend, even lover with how gentle he was being currently. It was strange to see such a rough and violent alien be so... tender.

Even though Zim was tender now, his mood could turn at any moment and he could easily rip the him to shreds, and he was well aware of it. The worst part of it all was that Zim was hard to read in this insane state of mind, so an attack was nearly undetectable. Dib began to wonder now if this were some kind of trap, but he enjoyed this moment of peace between them nonetheless.

Zim soon got a bit more aggressive and began handling him a bit rougher. He crawled over Dib so he was staring down at his face, his own still that same blank one. "IB..." He muttered as he clutched the front of his shirt, unsure if he wanted to shake him to pieces or hold him close. Of course, this sudden turn worried the boy and he tensed for a moment, his eyes widening to stare into those hollow eyes. He remembered that he needed to remain calm though and took a deep breath, his body loosening again when he exhaled.

Zim still clutched onto his shirt tightly, though his outer shell began to crack away just from the expression on his face. He seemed to look almost depressed, lowering his head and pressing it into his chest, trembling weakly.

Dib’s eyes flicked down towards the other now, staring at him with some concern for both himself and Zim. Being in Zim’s arms was worrisome enough, but now with the Irken on top of him like this he was even more vulnerable and he wanted to get out of this position as soon as he could. After several minutes passed without a single sound from Zim, Dib raised a trembling hand up and very lightly touched the back of Zim’s head, whispering very quietly, “Z-Zim..?”

With that, Zim began to scream. He leaned his head back as he screamed, trembling and seizing his body up simultaneously. He continued his horrifying meltdown for about ten minutes before he went limp again. After such a long time of Zim screaming at an ear-splitting volume, Dib was almost disoriented when he had gone quiet again. He was completely helpless now; a sudden movement now was sure to spark an attack from Zim, especially after such a violent tantrum. Dib lightly placed his shaking right hand on the others shoulder, rubbing it hesitantly with his thumb like he had been doing before in an attempt to keep him calm.

Zim wheezed for a moment, seeming to be out of breath. He suddenly squeezed onto Dib's hand, as much as he could manage. He muttered something unheard, trying to get it out of his lungs with the last bit of air present.

"H..p..."

Dib winced at the tight squeeze, but the small pain was soon forgotten at the sound of the other’s attempt to speak. His eyes widened and his breathing turned to small pants as he tried to decipher exactly what the Irken had tried to say. He took a deep breath before ever so slowly sitting up as not to startle to the other. He supported Zim with his free hand so he remained on his lap as he sat upwards. Soon, the two were staring eye to vacant eye. After getting over the small shock of those shallow eyes, Dib tilted his head slightly as he remembered what the other had attempted to gargle. “W-what did y-you say...?” He asked quietly.

Zim gripped onto his collar again, panted harshly. He looked up at him, a faint spark of his old self appearing for no more than a mere second as he shouted at him. "HELP ME!!!"
And if these were titled, I would call this one something lame like "In the Monster's Lair" or something. XD

Creepy cuddle time. >3 I actually loved imagining this scene when we wrote it out the first time! It's about to get really, REALLY sad though in the next chapter so be prepared. ;-;

Long one! Hopefully you guys like it. XD

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Chapter Fifteen

After hours of seemingly endless play, Dib and his small puppy finally fell asleep on the living room floor only to be awoken by the sun only a couple hours later. Dib groaned in annoyance as the rays shone in through the window, reaching for a blanket next to him to place over his face. Einstein stretched a bit with a yawn as he curled up under his neck where it was warmer. It seemed like nothing could disturb the two.

Dib lay silently now and enjoyed the peaceful moment, his mind almost completely clear of thought for the first time in quite a while. However, the thought of Zim still managed to creep its way into his mind, for he began to wonder where the alien was or what exactly he was doing since there hadn’t been a trace of him in a couple days. The thought was short lived though as he managed to push the thought aside and focus again on his small friend. Even though the small dog was a lot of work, he had no regrets in bringing him home; he provided both affection and means of distracting his mind from the horrors he had experienced.

After a few more minutes of lying quietly on the floor, Dib finally uncovered his face only to see the room in shambles. His jaw hung a little as he sat up and scanned the room, staring down on the puppy, whom had rolled into his lap, and shot him a glare.

Einstein had apparently been up after a while, as the living room was trashed. The throw pillows had been chewed to shreds, the carpet had been torn and dirtied with pawprints, and he had even gone through the trouble of leaving his master a surprise in his boot.

“Einstein!” Dib barked in a stern tone, “If you needed something why didn’t you just wake me up?!”

Einstein whimpered as he shouted at him, curling up in a frightened ball again. He wet the carpet once again, which only chalked up another mess he had to clean.

Dib’s expression softened despite of the extra mess since the screaming probably didn’t help matters. He sighed with the hint of a grunt and pulled Einstein away from the damp spot, rubbing his cheek softly before running to the kitchen and getting supplies to clean the mess. On his way to the kitchen though, he made his way to the end table where the open bottle of pills sat. He reached down for two of the small tablets laying on the surface with some hesitance and reluctance. He stared down at them intently, like he always did, before throwing them into his mouth and swallowing them down.

As he collected the cleaning supplies and made his way back to the living room where he began to scrub the recently dampened spot on the living room carpet. As he did this, he began once again to think about Zim, though it was through indirect thought.

He had started to question his own sanity now. Since taking the pills, there had been almost no sign of Zim. But even more so, there was no sign of Gaz either, whom he was sure was killed by Zim. Her disappearance, however, could easily be explained as a means to avoid her brother by remaining at a friends house for a while. What if Zim really was just a delusion of his own unsettled mind after all?

The scrubbing motions of the rag on the floor came almost to a stop now as he comprehended this conclusion, seeming to stare through the carpet as he began to bite his lip lightly. Perhaps that doctor wasn't quite as ignorant as he had seemed. Maybe he did really understand what was going on, and it was really Dib who had no control over this Zim.

If this were true, that could only mean one thing; Zim had never even existed in the first place. All these years he would have been chasing nothing and screaming at no one. Everyone would have seen that he was just talking to himself and grabbing at thin air when he would go to grab the alien by his collar... And even being the one to murder his own sister. These last few years would have been nothing but lies and deceptions; his own mind working against him.

And what about all of those crazy things that he had done? Were things such as when he piloted Mercury and saw the Plookesians with Dwicky things his sick mind had created to further satisfy this Zim character?

Dib began to tremble now as the thought became more realistic to him now as it sank in. His shaky hands slowly released the rag between them to tightly grasp the hair on the sides of his head. Zim couldn’t be fake... He had to be real...

After a few moments, Dib began to breath sharply in a slight panic as he rose to his feet and began to pace the room. He mumbled to himself as he tried to convince himself that Zim was real and that this wasn’t just a delusion.

Einstein watched him pace back and forth curiously as his master muttered. He lowered his ears and whimpered as he could sense his distress, sure that it was still toward his actions.

To try and appease this idea that Zim was real and that his sister really was dead, Dib stumbled for the phone on the end table across the room and began to dial his sister’s phone number furiously. He practically indented the number keys of the phone against his cheek now, waiting eagerly and desperately for an answer.The phone rang as it normally did, as if she would answer at any second in annoyance.

"This is Gaz, leave your name and number. If you keep calling me though, I'll punch your skull in, that goes for anyone trying to sell me anything. And especially YOU Dib." The growl of her recorded voice to leave a message threatened.

Though he wasn’t expecting a call back, Dib began to choke out a few words after the message had finished playing. “G-Gaz... Call me back.. P-please..” he pleaded before slowly returning the phone to the receiver. Afterwards, he began his pacing and murmuring once more, glancing over at Einstein every now and then.

Einstein would perk up at the glimpse, then lower his ears again as he turned away again. He whimpered a bit at him, wondering why he was so distressed.

Two more minutes passed before Dib came to a stop in front of his dog and leaned down, reaching a trembling hand towards him and running his thumb down his cheek. He forced a weary smile on his face and spoke eerily. “D-don’t worry about me... I’m just worried is all..” He whispered before the smile on his face disappeared and he stood again to continue his pacing.

Einstein tilted his head as he continued to pace. He panted and began to walk with him, nipping his ankles when he turned to pace back to the same spot again.

Fifteen minutes passed and there had been no phone calls or any sign of his sister. This had to mean that she was dead... That Zim really did kill her. He couldn’t have been imagining something as horrific as that...

Dib turned his attention back to his dog, staring a moment before speaking up. “You.. Want to go for a walk?”

Einstein looked up at him, yipping excitedly as he bounced around in happiness, which was an obvious sign that he was more than fond of the idea.

Dib’s weary smile returned to his face as he watched the other hop around. Moments later, he wandered upstairs to grab a new shirt, his trench coat and another pair of black boots. Once he returned, he clipped the leash on Einstein’s collar and made his way eagerly out of the door and down the sidewalk.

Einstein matched his eager step as he wanted to splash around in every puddle the rain last night had made. The puppy’s happy attitude seemed to settle the boy now as he began to giggle at the other’s playful splashes. That is, until they had gotten close to Zim’s house.

Dib came to a halt, his eyes widening at the sight of the chilling house. His hands began to tremble now the longer he stood here, shaking the leash connecting him to Einstein as well. Einstein immediately would not budge and whimpered as he looked to the house. A dog could sense danger a mile away, and he knew there was not safe.

At the sound of the whimpers, Dib looked down at the dog with almost a look of sorrow. “I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have brought you here..”

Einstein whined and cried more as he reared up on his hind legs, trying to convey that they should be running away. He didn't like where he was and he didn't want his master there either.

Dib leaned down and pulled Einstein close to him, holding his head in his hands and rubbing the sides of his face tenderly with his thumbs with means to settle him.

“I.. I have to go in there, boy..” He whispered silently. “But I’ll bring you home and then I’ll be back for you, alright?”

Without the puppy’s consent, Dib scooped him in his arms and jogged back to his house swiftly. Einstein seemed relieved to get out of that area, not squirming in Dib's arms as he let him carry him. However, when he sat him down and tried to leave without him, Einstein began to whimper and cry again as he bit into his pants leg.

At this, Dib leaned back down at pulled the other to his chest in a small hug, closing his eyes for a moment before speaking lowly. “I’ll be back, Einstein. I filled your bowls and I left you a few blankets to sleep on and newspapers for you to use.” He paused a moment before speaking again. “I promise you I’ll be back.” He pulled the puppy away and leaned forward to plant a kiss atop his forehead, then stood and headed towards the door and down the sidewalk towards Zim’s house once more. When he shut the door, he could hear the dog howling inside sadly for him. There was desperate scratching on the other side of the door and unhappy barks protesting for him to come back.

Though it was difficult, Dib ignored the cries and barks, pressing on towards Zim’s base hurriedly. Once he had reached the house, Dib repeated the same routine of glancing through the cracked door, though he wasn’t quite as quiet for he was more anxious today to reassure himself of Zim’s existence.

There was still dried blood caking every surface of the living room. He could clearly see a trail even where his sister had surely been dragged and killed. It didn't seem like a delusion after all.

The overwhelming sensation of fear quickly hit the boy now as he stood in the front of the house, breathing deeply and inhaling the horrible stench within the house now. He gagged a bit, but collected himself as he slowly made his way to the bottom of the stairs and looked upwards, listening intently for any sounds from the rooms above.

There weren't any sounds from the deranged Irken, and there weren't anymore screams of horror or pain. For now, there was only silence.
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Chapter Fourteen

Dib clung to his new friend almost as if he weren’t planning on letting him go. He pressed his face into the soft fur, his face strained with a permanent smile for he was quite glad that for the first time in his life, he had found something that seemed to care for him.

After a moment, he spoke to little Einstein. “You want to go to the park?” he questioned as he reached for the leash and clipped it to the dog’s collar before standing up. He headed towards the front door and opened it, looking back at the other.

Einstein was ahead of him though as he ran out of the door yipping, only to be choked briefly by the leash around his neck. He stumbled back a bit and shook his pelt out, looking back at Dib and yipping.

Dib replied to this by taking off in a slow jog, closing the door behind them. Soon enough, the park was in sight. As predicted, the park was rather empty on account that school was still in session and mostly everyone was at work. As he passed by the swings, he couldn't suppress the memory of the Irken sitting in one of them, staring eerily at his feet. This imaged was soon chased away though as Einstein was jumping around at Dib's side and barking excitedly at the open space. He grabbed his leash between his teeth, tugging on it with a small growl.

The boy raised a brow and looked down at the puppy as he was snapped from this memory, leaning down and gripping the leash’s clip in his hand. “You won’t run away if I let you go, will you?”

Einstein barked and pawed at his pants leg, only seeming interested in frolicking with the human. He yipped happily as he saw him reach for his leash.

Dib smiled and hummed lightly in confidence that the other would stay and quickly unclipped the leash from Einstein’s collar. He stood and walked forward, patting his leg twice to signal the other to follow.

Einstein yipped excitedly as he scampered after him, tail wagging furiously. A few kids looked over at the yips of an obvious puppy, as everyone like a good pup. Einstein bit Dib's pants leg and tugged, thrashing his head with a playful growl. The boy chuckled and shook his leg playfully until the puppy lost his grip and jogged a couple steps forward. He stopped and turned to face the dog, leaning over and whistling once.

Einstein yipped as he bounded after him happily. He tackled him gleefully, wagging his tail as he licked his face repeatedly with delight.

Dib scooped the other in his arms again, holding him close and burying his face in the fur once again. He couldn’t remember a time he had been this happy, but he only knew he was very glad to have brought this dog with him and for the fact that his mind had been cleared of those horrible memories now.

After another moment, he set the dog down on the ground and stood, examining the park until his eyes landed upon the thick woods toward the back. He headed towards them and whistled for the other to follow, figuring both he and Einstein would find this place a bit more enjoyable.

Einstein barked happily, running around in a circle with over enthusiasm. He continued to yip and bounce around happily, just wanting to run around and burn off his energy. After observing this, Dib took off in a slow jog so the other could run after him, then he quickened his pace into a slow sprint since the puppy seemed to be keeping up rather well.

They dodged trees and jumped over logs until they ended up popping out on the other end of the park. Dib bent over, panted heavily as they had been running for quite a while. Einstein was still bouncing around excitedly though. He yipped as he saw him bent over, bouncing as he tried to nip at his hands happily.

Dib chuckled lightly, reaching down to collect his puppy in his arms once more.  “You have too much energy.” He said in between pants, seeking out a bench and walking towards it to rest for a moment.

The puppy panted as he squirmed in his arms. He yipped happily as he looked up at him, leaning up and trying to gnaw at his glasses.

Dib snorted and pulled his head away, frowning down at the other. “You can’t eat those!” He chuckled as he reached the bench. When he sat, he rested the puppy in his lap and grabbed hold of the small paws, waving them around playfully which caused Einstein to yip happily and bounce in his lap. He nipped at Dib's hands and growled in a playful manner.

Dib smirked at this, leaning down a little as if to try and intimidate the other. “Your little puppy teeth don’t scare me.” He said lowly as he continued to move the others' paws around.

Einstein growled without any threat in it as he bit at his nose. He still had sharp little puppy teeth though, which hurt to some degree, but they certainly weren't Irken grade.

Dib pulled back, wincing a little as the small pain worked it’s way through. However, he wasn’t upset by this and he smiled down at the other. “I guess I deserved that.” Before he could say anything more though, a low rumble of thunder growled through the sky as a storm had begun working its way towards them. He didn’t bother clipping the leash back on Einstein’s collar, feeling confident the other would follow, and put him back on the ground. He then stood and began to head out of the park. “Come on boy..” He mumbled.

Einstein yipped excitedly as he scampered down and tumbled in a somersault as he got over himself too quickly. He shook himself off after getting to his paws, chasing after Dib.

As the thunder continued to grow louder and more frequent and Einstein caught up to him, Dib quickened his pace since he was in no mood to be rained on. Einstein yelped, tucking his tail between his legs as he scampered ahead of Dib. It was obvious that he didn't like thunderstorms either.

To make the trip move a bit quicker, Dib scooped the puppy in his arms and headed out of the park in a slight sprint. He broke out in a full run once small raindrops began to fall, making it back to the house just in time before the rain began to pour violently from the sky.

Einstein whimpered and barked sadly at the rain, trembling in Dib's arm. And sadly, the puppy wasn't house trained, so he had no problem releasing his bladder nervously on Dib's shirt. He hadn’t noticed at first, but as soon as the warm liquid made its way through the fabric he jumped and pulled the puppy away from his chest. “D-don’t do that!” He snapped as he placed the dog on the ground and disappeared into the kitchen for a moment. He returned later with a wad of newspapers and spread them across a spot on the floor, placing Einstein on it. “This is where you go.”

Einstein whimpered and lowered his head as he was scolded. He hadn't known any better, he was just a little puppy that got frightened by the thunder.

Dib stripped off his coat and shirt and threw them to the side. He looked down at his dog, who was obviously feeling some shame, and sat in front of him quietly. He outstretched and hand and put a finger under his chin to lean his head up softly, smiling down at him. “I’m not mad, Einstein. You just know for next time.” he said in a benevolent tone.

Einstein whimpered softly up at him from being previously in trouble. He licked his hand tentatively a few times to make sure it was truly okay. With that, Dib reached with his other hand to softly run it across the dog’s cheek softly as if to reassure him. “Everything is alright.”

After a moment, Dib reached for the bowl and small bag for dog food and poured some just in case he was hungry. Once the bowl was full, he stood and walked towards the couch, collapsing upon it with a sigh as he listened to the silent beats of the raindrops on the roof.

There was the sound of puppy kibble being crunched by tiny teeth, which was an improvement from the silence. There was the sound of scattering paws before Einstein leaped onto the couch on his chest, causing the boy to wince as the claws dug lightly into his bare skin. He smiled after a moment and reached up to stroke the soft pelt of the dog in an attempt to get him into a sleeping state of mind. The boy was rather tired from all of the running today and a peaceful sleep was much desired.

Einstein didn't seem to want him to sleep though as he sat on him. He tilted his head to the side when he saw him trying to sleep and started to pant. He leaned down and pressed his cold nose to his chest.

Dib jumped a bit at the slight chill from the others' nose and propped himself up on his arm, smiling down at Einstein. “Alright,” Dib murmured as he swung his legs over the side of the couch. “We can stay up a bit longer.”

And with that, the troubled teen found himself awake most of the night, taking condolence in the only dear friend he had in his broken life.
Awe more puppy love. C: Isn't this just the most adorable thing you have ever read in your entire lives?!

Ohh just you people wait. More horror to come! But some nice relief with the dog is much needed and I enjoy this part very very much. c: We merged our posts a lot in this one so I think it reads rather smoothly.

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Chapter Thirteen

Morning came early for the traumatized boy, his alarm blaring loudly in his ear that morning. It was another school day, but would he dare even risk it? The answer was an obvious no as he slammed the top of his blaring alarm with a tight fist, then covered himself back in his blankets. After lying there for several minutes to think over his situation, he considered that maybe some human interaction would help clear his mind... Maybe someone would finally talk to him.

That was a shot in the dark though when it was really considered. What would make today any different from the others to the point someone would speak to him? Especially now that word was getting around that Dib was falling deeper into a psychosis that left him dangerous to others.

He made his final decision to skip again today. In fact, he was even considering the possibility of not going anymore all together. It wasn’t doing him any good anyway and with his current being; he was in no mood for people to talk even more about him.

The silence in the house and the intense loneliness was excruciating now. He didn't have a soul in the world that wanted his presence around. Not a single living being left in that town wanted to be near him or their name even mentioned in the same sentence as he own name.

Dib questioned now if anyone would even notice if he were to be murdered like his sister. Chances were not even his own father cared enough for the two of them to even notice something that devastating had happened to them, or Gaz for now at least. The thoughts made him groan and close his eyes tightly, gripping the blankets as if trying to fight off this idea.

After five more minutes or so, he threw himself from his bed and stared wildly around the room, as if expecting someone to be there. He was alone. There didn’t even seem to be any signs or sounds indicating that Zim had been there.

He made his way slowly down the stairs, examining everything in a desperate search for anyone to be there. He was still in a sort of disbelief that his sister was actually gone...

Finally he made it downstairs to the living room, standing in front of the end table where his open pill bottle lay on its side from being clumsily put down the night before. Dib reached for two pills laying on the surface and downed them without a moment of hesitation.

There hadn't been any signs of anyone trying to get into the house overnight, and no more blood was left in the house. It was just sadly quiet in the house.

After taking this in, Dib sat slowly on the couch and stared out of the large window on the wall to his left. It was a rather grey and dull day with a thick cloud cover, not even a single crack in them to be seen. As Dib peered out at the dull environment, he almost found himself longing for Zim in a way. This was probably because he wanted to reassure himself that the alien was in fact real and just to have some form of interaction with another. The loneliness was beginning to grow to be overwhelming and it was growing even faster since he was already at the verge of losing his mind.

“... Zim...” He whispered, almost in a desperate invitation to the other.

On cloudy days like these, Zim hardly ever went outside either. There was always a chance for rain, and he had always been nervous about any sort of acidic water drop.

Dib squirmed and whimpered slightly where he sat the longer he stared longingly out of the window. He considered walking by Zim’s house now just to check on him, but it could bring up fresh memories of yesterday potentially. There were great chances Zim would not be out anyway. With the gloomy weather out and threatening to rain, however, it could be a good time to walk around to get a bit of mind-clearing fresh air.

After several more minutes of painful silence, Dib finally decided to go outside for a quick walk to try and take his mind away from the horrible reality that he was completely alone in this house now. A chilling breeze greeted him once he opened the door, causing his body to jolt with a sudden shiver. Though it was tempting to stay inside of the warm house, Dib pressed forward and closed to door behind him. He slumped and shoved his hands in his pockets as he headed towards town where he hoped would be plenty of things to distract him. Perhaps someone may even try talking to him. It was wishful thinking, at least.

The people in town just ignored him though, walking by on the sidewalk and passing him like he were just any other young kid skipping school. There were many shops open early for everyone's convenience.

This reaction from people didn’t come as a surprise to the boy though as hadn’t had much hope for any human interaction anyway. However, he did receive some acknowledgment from a small puppy in the pet store window as he started to pass by whom had let out a small ‘yip’. The small labrador seemed a little shy and quiet as he sat with his head lowered, much like the boy was himself. Dib paused to stare at him through the window and he couldn’t help the small smile that creased his face after a moment.

The rest of the puppies tumbled and yipped happily amongst each other. The little lab yelped fearfully when one bumped him from behind, sending him skittering forward and somersaulting over his hind quarters clumsily.

Though it seemed almost a little cruel, Dib let out a small giggle at the other’s misfortune fall. He pressed his hands against the glass, leaning in a bit closer as he attempted to communicate. “I know how you feel, buddy.”

The puppy clumsily waddled back to his feet, looking at the glass where someone was pressed. He barked a bit as he pressed his own paws to the glass and wagged his tail. The other puppies rushed over to leap at the glass, knocking the little lab aside.

Dib let out another chuckle as he watched the little dog. He had considered purchasing the puppy now as he knew it would provide him company that he desperately needed, but it occurred to him that he had no money and that everything close to him was torn apart at the hands of Zim. The thought of the little puppy getting killed was enough to send the boy away from the glass and head down the sidewalk again in woe.

The puppy whimpered as he walked away, trotting to the other side of the glass and pawing at the glass wildly as he did. He licked the smudged barrier separating them, continuing to whine.

The small whimpers caught his attention once again as he stopped in his tracks to look back at the small puppy. He had a feeling this dog would be more than enough to keep him sane, but with that came the risk of him dying at the hands of Zim. However, he figured he would be able to defend the dog if the need to do so popped up, so with that he rushed inside of the store and approached the clerk slowly even though he hadn’t any money.

“Excuse me?” Dib nearly whispered.

The clerk didn't notice him for a little while, perhaps just ignoring him in hopes he'd leave. He looked down after a few seconds and sighed. "Can I help you?"

“I want that little labrador puppy over there.” Dib replied, motioning towards the puppy display in the window. “You can just charge Professor Membrane for everything.”

He raised a brow, looking at him a bit more. "Oh yeah, you're that crazy Membrane kid." He shrugged as he didn't care as long as he made a sale.

Dib smiled, satisfied with the fact that there was an advantage to being the Professor’s son. Before going to grab the puppy, Dib collected a blue leather collar and leash, a medium sized dog bed, a food bowl and a decent sized bag of dog food. It was quite a bit to hold on to, but he was able to maneuver. After collecting these items, Dib headed towards the display and placed the things in a pile beside him, grabbing the collar and leash before reaching inside and clipping the collar on the lab’s neck and pulling him out. Once the dog was on the ground, he collected his items again and headed towards the door. “Uh, thanks I guess!” He said to the clerk cheerfully.

"Whatever. Now leave." The clerk replied, jabbing his thumb toward the door. The little puppy squirmed and hopped around hyperly, seeming excited about finally being free from all the others.

Dib rolled his eyes and shoved his way out of the door, leading the puppy along with him. As he walked with the other down the sidewalk, he spoke to him almost like he would another human. Just the presence of the joyful dog seemed to erase every memory that had haunted him up to this point.

The dog barked hyperly as he ran around wildly while he walked. He seemed to enjoy running around Dib's legs, tying his feet up with his leash along his way.

Sure enough, when Dib went to lift a foot he found it loosely bound to the other but it was enough to trip him. But even with his hands full, he was able to prevent himself from completely falling on his face. He grunted and chuckled a little, tugging almost playfully on the leash. “You can’t tie me up while I’m trying to walk, boy!”

The puppy yipped excitedly and bounded around him as he spoke to him, seeming very thrilled to be paid attention to. He pawed at his pants leg and leaped back a bit, seeming eager to get to wherever they were going.

Though the puppy made walking to his home quite difficult, he was able to lead them there rather quickly which was a relief since he was finally able to put everything down. Once his hands were free, he reached down and unclipped the leash from the dog’s collar and picked up the bowl he had gotten from the store. He disappeared in the kitchen for a moment and returned with the bowl full of water. Dib placed it on the living room floor and called the puppy over by whistling to him.

The puppy scampered over to the water bowl, but got ahead of himself and stumbled. He wound up face first in the water bowl, scooting back up and sneezing as the water had gotten in his nose.

Dib snickered at this as he lowered himself to sit in front of the puppy, smiling at him almost non-stop. “You’re pretty clumsy, aren’t you?” He paused as he reached forward to plant a hand on the top of his head. “I’ll call you Einstein.” he declared happily.

The puppy yipped as he leaped onto his lap, pawing at his shirt. He panted and bounced a bit as he licked his face excitedly as he seemed quite fond of his new name.
Ahhh yes. Here we have the filler puppy who is here to bring you small amounts of joy and giggles! Hopefully this will make you forgive us for killing Gaz.. Though I know you'll hate us later. PRAISE KATT FOR WRITING THE DOG'S PARTS. XD <3

I hope you like it! Sorry for the long gap between chapters but we were still sick for a while. ;-; But we are doing a lot better. <3 And it's a bit short, but we didn't want it to drag on and we thought this was a cute place to end it. :3

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Dib’s eyes widened in shock at the split second where Zim’s old self had just flashed across his face. His jaw gaped as those words rung mercilessly through his head, and he could honestly admit to himself that those words were sincere. It was then that he had the sudden desire to help the suffering Irken rather than fight him and try to rid himself of him for good. A moment later, the boy grabbed hold of the Irken’s arms and pulled him towards his chest before standing. “I’ll… try, Zim..” He whispered before running downstairs and screaming at the computer. “Help me fix him!! There has to be some way to stop this!”

"Are you crazy??" The computer questioned. "That thing is vicious!!" It cautioned him, as if the boy wasn’t already aware. Zim was already screeching and gurgling again from being restrained, thrashing back and forth in his arms.

Dib bit his lip, clutching the alien tighter as if trying to keep hold of the old Zim that had just shown himself moments before. He looked towards the wire-covered ceiling as if the computer’s face were hidden within them. “Please!! There just has to be something you can do!”

"What are you talking about?? He went crazy!!! The only thing I might be able to do is completely restore his PAK back to it's original form, like wiping a computer, and the shock could kill him!" The computer replied frantically as Zim screamed and thrashed.

Dib closed his eyes as the alien thrashed and continued to hold him close, though it was probably making the situation worse. “Is there… really nothing else you can do?”


"Don't you think I would have done it by now??" The computer replied sharply, patience wearing thin. "He's irreversible!!"

With that, the boy leaned down and let Zim fall gently out of his arms and onto the dirty floor. He took a couple steps back and looked down at him, crossing his arms over his chest and trembling as he watched him attentively. “There just has to be another way..” He muttered to himself.

Zim growled as he looked back to him, holding one arm out to him. "IB....answer..." He sputtered, one lekku flat to his head as if damaged.

Dib shook his head and shuddered at those words. He backed himself against the wall now, sliding down slowly until he hit the floor. He brought his knees to his chest and shook his head again, looking back into the blank eyes of the Irken. “I.. I don’t know what you want…”

Zim still looked distressed though, as if trying to fight at the same time. "ANSWER IB!!" He hissed, not breaking like he normally would. "KILL!!"

“I don’t know what you fucking want!!” Dib screamed back, his hands reaching towards his head to grab a fistful of hair in each.

Zim suddenly fell to his knees, panting heavily as he seemed unable to go on anymore. "IB...." He spoke in a hushed voice. "Kills... Zim..."

Dib’s eyes shot open now at Zim’s words. His hands slowly released the hair in them as his head slowly rose to look back at the alien. “Ib.. Kills Zim?” He whispered quietly to himself as he tried to put them together. “Kill you?” He questioned in confusion.

Zim looked up at him at his question, looking frustrated as he wanted to communicate. "YES....NO...." He spoke forcefully. "ANSWER."

Of course, Dib was still unsure of what exactly Zim wanted, so he attempted to get a straight answer now. “You still want me killed?” he questioned, hoping to reach some kind of understanding.

"NO!!" Zim screamed, seeming angered by his confusion. He looked around shakily, scraping something off the table and letting it clatter onto the floor. He clawed it hard, making it skid across the floor to Dib. It was a gun, obviously too complicated for the Irken to figure out how to use himself. "IB...kills.."

From this, Dib assumed that Zim still had intentions of killing him, but this time with the gun that he had been fumbling around with. He began to panic slightly now, eyeing the door as he planned a quick escape if things got any worse. He froze for now, looking back towards Zim in complete silence.

Zim suddenly held the gun out to him, but not so the barrel was pointing to him. His arm shook terribly as he seemed to be trying to give it to him. "IB...kills..." He spoke weakly, shaking more to try and make him take it.

Finally, the boy understood. Zim actually wanted him to end his life…
His jaw gaped slightly in disbelief as he eyed the gun. He then looked up towards the Irken who was in obvious pain. He knew Zim was suffering and he wanted it to end as much as the Irken did. Any other day, Dib would have loved to take this chance; finally end Zim and save his planet from the green invader. But now… now it seemed almost impossible to go through with such a request.

“I… I can’t do that, Zim..” He replied quietly, knowing this wasn’t what Zim wanted to hear.

Zim seemed to be tearing up himself as his arm shook more. "IB!!" He shouted, continuing to stretch his arm out to try and desperately make him take it. "KILLS!!" He screamed, as if suffering just to plead with him. All along, he had been trying to communicate to Dib between fits of psychotic attacks and rage. He had been wanting Dib to kill him, and he only trusted the one person he knew to take his own life.

Dib stood quietly, slowly grabbing the gun from Zim as he did. Once he was standing, he looked down at the gun and rubbed his thumb across the trigger as if almost considering it now. He looked back towards Zim, shaking his head twice as his own eyes began to tear up. “I’m sorry, Zim…” He croaked, “I can’t kill you.. I just can’t..”

Zim began to cry as well, though it just sounded like terrible screams of pain. "IB!!! IB!!! KILLS!!! KILL!!" He spoke rapidly, hoping it would somehow change his mind. It was obvious he could not function properly enough to take his own life.

Zim’s distressed screams made the boy shudder as he tried his hardest to keep his own tears back. He wanted to desperately to end Zim’s pain, but he just couldn’t do it this way. “I can’t do it, ZIm!! Don’t you understand that?!” He shouted in a cracked voice. He took a deep breath before looking down at the smaller Irken, lowering the gun and walking a step closer. “I’m sorry…”

Zim looked up at him with sad, but blank eyes, a hand weakly reaching out to him; He really wanted Dib's help. “IB...Plea..s..” He choked on his words, trying desperately to make him understand how much he needed this.

Dib tenderly grabbed Zim’s outstretched arm and drew him close, dropping the gun and daringly pulling him into an embrace, almost as if trying to truly illustrate how sorry he really was. He slowly began to clutch him tighter with the hopes that this would reassure the Irken rather than infuriate him.

Zim was immediately limp in his arms at the tight hold, his tiny frame racking with sobs as he cried. He was in such pain and misery, and he couldn't reach out to anyone to get help no matter how much he screamed and lashed out.

The sobs from the small alien made the moment even more painful to the point where the boy could hardly hold back his own tears any longer. He sobbed quietly into Zim’s shoulder for a moment before forcing himself to speak. “Zim… I don’t want to lose you… I can’t lose you… Please.. don’t stop fighting..”

Zim gasped weakly as he clutched onto him tightly, leaving small indentions of his claws in the others arms. "IB..." He whimpered as he only clung to him harder. "IB...IB...IB! IB!!" He screeched, seeming to be crying out for him.

Dib gave the Irken one last squeeze before breaking from the hug so he was looking deep into the blank eyes now. It seemed he was numb to them now as they didn’t seem to bother him in this moment. “Please.. Don’t stop fighting now...” he whispered.

Zim stared up at him, looking at him pitifully with those blank eyes rimmed with moisture the tears had left behind. "IB..." He cried, those tears burning his cheeks as they slowly leaked down his face. "P...Plea…” He choked once more, jerking his body once in a spastic locking of his muscles from the stress he was going through.

Dib could sense that soon Zim would spiral into another fit just from the emotional stress he was undergoing now. His hands reached up to wipe the tears from the green cheeks as he continued to stare into the hollow eyes. “Do you really want this?” He questioned, quivering sharply.

Zim rolled his head on the others arm to stare up at him, his expression tired and worn. “IB...my..IB..” He muttered softly with a slight gurgle, managing a weak nod of his head through his trembles and choking.

Dib gave a very slow nod and unhurriedly brought them both to floor so they were both on their knees. He ran his hands down Zim’s face before looking down towards the gun and hesitantly reaching towards it. Once he grabbed a hold of the handle, his body began to tremble in utter terror of the situation before slowly bringing it upwards.

Zim stared up at him, tears falling down his face as he watched him. He was going to kill him, at least, and that seemed to soothe his damaged mind a bit. He was willing to stare down the barrel of his own gun that his enemy now possessed, not making a single movement to protest his intentions. It would be so easy to kill him now, simply end his suffering and life.

But nothing could be as simple as that.

At first, the boy thought it would be simple. Aim the gun at Zim’s head, pull the trigger, then the nightmare would be over. But, once Dib had actually aimed the gun towards Zim’s head, his hands would constantly tremble until he would lose his grip on the gun. He had actually dropped it a few times, then had to take a deep breath before picking it up and aiming again. Finally, Dib had calmed himself to the point where he had stopped trembling, where he had the perfect aim on Zim’s forehead. He hesitantly rest his finger on the trigger, tears flowing from his eyes in a continuous stream. All that was left was to actually pull the trigger and end it all.

Zim’s expression suddenly changed, eyes looking up to him with a more lost and confused look now. He didn’t seem quite as defeated or lifeless anymore, staring up past the barrel of the gun to Dib’s face with the expression similar to a frightened child. “D-D...IB…” He gasped out weakly, as if recognizing him for the first time.

Dib’s eyes widened at the sudden change, taken by surprise at the sound of his actual name now. He blinked a couple times almost in disbelief, a faint smile on his face now as a small hint of hope struck him. “Zim!” He gasped, hoping the other would say his name again.

Zim’s shaking hand extended forward toward the barrel of the gun now. He gripped onto it roughly, effectively crushing the metal as if it were made of paper and pinching the barrel close. He gasped weakly as he trembled harder, his head bowed. “R..R-run..D..b..”

Dib’s small smile quickly disappeared in that moment. The tears continued to fall once more as the small amount of hope he had was wiped away now. Of course, the boy knew that now he had to escape before his own bones were crushed liked the gun had been. He dropped the gun and slowly backed away, glancing over his shoulder at the door feet behind him before jumping up and sprinting towards the door. Though, he couldn’t just leave now… He felt like he needed to stay there. He looked back at the Irken as if pondering if he should flee or stay in an attempt to calm him down once more.

The damaged Irken began to raise himself up onto shaky legs, only to fall back down on one knee roughly. He cringed and hunched his body, appearing to be fighting a mental battle with himself and this raging insanity. “RUN!! NOW!!” He shouted firmly, body jolting frown the effort he exerted in getting the demand out. He seemed to be attempting to get the boy away before he broke down again.

Dib let out a cry before making the decision to listen to Zim’s demand and dashed out of the house and down the street as quickly as he could. Of course, this drew attention towards him as the insane child ran sobbing down the road in another one of his mental breakdowns. People practically leaped out of his way, staring at the boy as he ran off. They all truly believed that he was really losing his mind, and still looked terrified of the boy. No one was on his side at this point, absolutely no one. All he had in this world now was a young dog waiting loyally at his home.

Dib burst through his front door, slamming it behind him as he yelled and wandered aimlessly in search for his dog. He wobbled into the living room and made his way towards the couch where his little Einstein sat. He paused a moment before outstretching his arms and kneeling down next to him. “Come here…” He choked out in a pained voice.


Einstein perked up immediately at the sound of his master and panted excitedly, bounding down from the couch to greet him. He paused his stride though and whined, hunching down and tucking his tail in between his legs. He could feel the fear radiating from his master, and it only made him feel frightened.

Dib paused a moment as well and looked down at his dog almost in disappointment. He could sense the puppy’s uncertainty though and he slowly leaned down towards Einstein, reaching out to pet him behind his ear with a trembling hand. “Please.. Come here.. I need you..” he whispered.

Einstein whimpered more before he began to move again, body still lowered closer to the ground and tail between his legs. He crawled into the boy’s lap and whined at him sadly to show he shared his despair. He licked at his cheek lightly, wanting to make his master feel better.

Dib’s arms quickly wrapped around the small dog as he began to sob violently into his soft pelt. His thumbs carressed Einstein as he slowly rocked back and forth, attempting to regain himself and return back to the little sanity he still possessed.

The two remained that way for quite some time until Dib had cried himself into exhaustion, leaving them fast asleep on the floor. The night would prove to be peaceful and undisrupted, which would seem odd considering all the events that had unfolded. What remained uncertain, however, is what the morning may bring with it.
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Chapter Sixteen

Dib bit down firmly on his lip before shakily stepping forward and pulling him slowly up the creaky stairs. Since it was dark, he squinted his eyes in an attempt to see a bit clearer in the small amount of light that he had. As he slowly made his way up the stairs, whispering the Irken’s name in an attempt to draw him out from his hiding place. In a situation such as this, Dib preferred to know where Zim was rather than him be out of sight with the possibility of a surprise attack.

After a minute of crawling painfully slow up the stairs, he finally made it to the top with the sight of the illuminated room at the end of the hallway; the same room his sister’s decomposing body lay on the metal table.That light was still on, but there weren’t any sounds. Either the Irken was being especially quiet, or he wasn't there at all.

Dib’s feet were planted deeply where he stood, hesitating to go any closer to the room. Memories and dreadful images of what lay in that room began to torture him again the longer he stood staring at that room. He wouldn’t budge any further towards the room now, so he began to make small noises to try and coax the other from wherever it was that he was hiding.

Zim was not coming or responding to the sounds, not even with hisses or gurgles that he usually made. It was just quiet, but there was a small shift in the shadow in the room at the end of the hall.

Dib squinted his eyes a bit more as the shadow shifted. He remained completely still for about thirty seconds before his undying curiosity got the best of him and he forced his foot forward in a small step. Before his mind even had a moment to protest, he was stepping silently towards the dreaded room ever so slowly as not to cause anymore noise. The closer he got, the more he could see the shadow moving. Back and forth, but it never seemed to shift to get up and leave the room.

Dib was in front of the doorway now, though he stood off to the side just so his left eye poked around the corner to look into the room. He breathed slowly and quietly as he took in everything he saw now.

Zim was in there, in full view as he stared off at the wall. And there lie Gaz's body, parts eaten away and her clothing in shreds. The deranged Irken's hand shakily moved through her hair, petting it back slowly as he stared at the wall.

The chilling scene caused Dib’s eyes to widen and his mouth the gape slightly, a small chill running down his spine. His breathing grew a little stiff and shallow for a moment but it had never gotten too loud as to give his position away.

Zim seemed too busy with the female though, stroking over her hair. The normal purple color was matted together with dried blood, her fierce aggression no more. Zim leaned down to her neck, almost seeming to be kissing it at first glance.

Though horrified, Dib couldn’t help but be a little curious as well. The scene was almost sentimental, though horrible nonetheless. He couldn’t help but wonder what was going through Zim’s deranged mind in this moment, or even if anything was going through his mind at all.

It was strange to see the calm in the beast after brutally killing her. He continued to stroke her hair, face pressed slightly to her cut neck as his lekku lowered back almost in a soothed manner.

Dib wasn’t focused on his sister’s mangled body now, but more on the Irken’s state now. Zim combed through her hair almost affectionately as he laid there. Maybe a small part of his surviving conscious forced him to feel a bit of remorse toward his actions.

Even as he avoided gazing at Gaz’s body, the stench was something that just couldn’t be ignored. Dib had held himself from causing too much of a fuss over it, but now it was unbearable. As much as he tried to hold back, he couldn’t suppress the audible gag that escaped his throat. His eyes widened as all of his movement ceased as he knew Zim surely took notice of such a disturbance.

Zim's head snapped up at the sickened sound, seeming startled to find him slipping in under the radar. His lekku quirked back up as his lips parted in a snarl, crawling over his sister as he never took his eyes from him. He then sprang from the table, screeching as he tackled the human out to the hallway.

Dib let out a small squeal as the other lunged onto him. He kept his balance for three steps until he finally collided with the floor violently, grunting in pain as the back of his head hit harshly against the surface. The boy’s eyes opened wide and they flicked back and forth as he looked for the Irken.

Zim growled as he crawled to him, lekku still perked as he eyed him dangerously. He soon molded to his body in a similar way he had with Gaz, his hand shakily stroking that scythe lock there.

Dib began to panic a little, the rate of his breathing increasing slightly. He dared not to even blink his eyes now as he lay helplessly in the other’s grip. Zim pressed his face to his neck like he did with Gaz, giving a sound like a distressed whine as he clutched him. It was almost like he felt very trapped and depressed, only wanting a hug to soothe his poor broken mind.

In a way, Dib could almost feel this sense of depression and forced himself to calm down for Zim’s sake. Though, he was still on edge and didn’t allow himself to move a muscle, only to calm his breathing.

Zim breathed heavily into his neck, seeming very distressed as he clutched onto him. It must be different from holding a cold corpse, as he rubbed his face against his neck as if to nuzzle it.

After a minute more or so of no attacks, no biting or threats to claw his face off, Dib allowed his body to go almost completely lax in Zim’s arms and closed his eyes. It was odd... He didn’t feel there was a threat now. If anything, he felt more relaxed with the other now, more so than he had in quite a while.

Zim seemed less tense the second Dib loosened his body. Without the belief that the other would spring on him, he was actually pretty gentle. His arms loosened from their desperate grip to a similar calm hold like he had with Gaz. The way his behavior fluctuated was almost medically fascinating.

Dib inhaled stiffly before opening his eyes to look back up at the other. After a minute of going back and forth through all of the stupid ideas in his mind, he lifted a hand and very lightly placed it on one of Zim’s, almost in a way to try and comfort him. He hoped this wouldn’t provoke an attack though..

Zim looked up sharply at this, staring at him almost fearfully. He didn't seem to want to fight today, and was almost pleading him with his eyes not to.

Dib was aware in the small shift of Zim’s behaviour now, his thumb running ever so smoothly over the other’s hand. “It’s... Alright...” He whispered almost inaudibly.

Zim breathed a bit heavily, as if fearing what the other was going to do. One second, he wanted to kill him and destroy his sanity, while the next he wanted to hold him. Maybe the pills were stabilizing Dib's mind, which in turn was starting to stabilize Zim.

What if Dr. Gaul had been right after all?

Even with Zim’s slight fear, Dib stuck firm to his attempt to reassure him and continued to stroke the other’s hand with his thumb.

As he lay here, he couldn’t help but try and put all of the pieces together his head. Everything the doctor had told him just made so much sense now. Zim was appearing less frequently, and now he seemed to be calm and almost affectionate in a way. But this couldn’t all just be in his head.. It was all too real to just be a delusion... Especially this moment. Dib tried to force the thought away though as it began to distress him again and he didn’t want to upset the deadly Irken which held him in his arms now.

Zim eventually calmed enough to resume the creepy cuddling. He held him close and breathed into his neck. This would also call into question his psychiatrist's accusation of him being a little homosexual. Of course, the fact that Dib was actually somewhat enjoying this moment only heightened the chance of this being a correct accusation. And to his memory, he could actually recall a few times where the boy had found Zim somewhat.. Intriguing. Of course, he didn’t exactly know why he felt this way at times, but he wouldn’t deny now that there was some sort of attraction in the past.

Zim continued to hold onto him, portraying that he didn't want to let him go anytime soon. One hand continued to pet his head, while he kept his lips at his neck, as if contemplating whether to kiss or bite.

Dib closed his eyes lightly, breathing deeply and slowly in an attempt to keep the other from biting the soft flesh there. His thumb never stopped caressing the Irken’s hand almost in the way he had rubbed Einstein’s cheek to calm him down.

It was strange as it seemed to have the same effect on him as the dog. His eyes even closed after a moment as he laid there against him. It would be the perfect opportunity to kill him and be rid of the horror, but no matter how badly Dib wanted this nightmare to be over, there was no way he could bring himself to kill Zim. Just the very thought of him being dead scared him, so this was out of the question. Dib simply sat there in the deadly alien’s arms, completely vulnerable to any surprise attacks.

Zim gave a sound, almost like he was trying to purr, but also sounding like he was in the middle of drowning. He opened his jaws and bit into his neck, but not very hard.

At this, Dib’s eyes opened slowly and he looked over to Zim in a bit of discomfort. Even though the grip was soft, he wasn’t too fond of the razor sharp teeth being clamped on such a vital part of his body. His thumb continued to caress the others hand though, as if this were the only thing keeping him at bay. But, Zim's teeth never actually broke the skin as he held the sensitive flesh captive between the razors. He nibbled lightly, sending light tingles through the skin as though he might break it. This caused the boy to shiver slightly in the others grasp, sighing slightly in an attempt to keep himself calm for both of their sakes. He was in no mood to fight today either, and he was determined to keep the other calm as long as he could.

It almost seemed like a love bite now as he flexed his jaws to prick it gently. He tightened his hand in his hair almost painfully as he grabbed a fistful.

At this sudden grip, Dib let out a small squeak and clenched his eyes firmly shut again. He naturally leaned into the other now as well, as if anticipating more.

Zim growled lowly, but it didn't sound too threatening. He moved down to his collarbone and bit, handling him a bit rougher than he did Gaz. Dib opened an eye at this and took a deep breath and gripped the others hand slightly tighter, as if silently pleading for him not to harm him now.

Zim growled again as he pushed his hand down into the carpet to keep it there. Maybe this is how it had started off with Gaz; Zim trying to reach her through somewhat struggled kind touches, and Gaz was too violent and moody to accept that and fought him, which resulted in her death.

Dib remained calm, however, as he refused to end up with the same fate his sister faced. He let out a small sigh, which seemed to be mixed with a whimper as he pressed into the other again.

Zim soon relaxed his roughness again as he still held a fistful of hair, but more like a lover would do while in a heated make out session. He pressed the smooth area where his nose would be to the others neck and rubbed it gently.

Dib leaned his head back slightly at this touch. He still wasn’t able to wrap his mind around the fact that he was laying here with this monster and he hadn’t turned to hurt him yet; it was hard to tell what was going on in that malfunctioning brain. He seemed to almost believe Dib was a close friend, even lover with how gentle he was being currently. It was strange to see such a rough and violent alien be so... tender.

Even though Zim was tender now, his mood could turn at any moment and he could easily rip the him to shreds, and he was well aware of it. The worst part of it all was that Zim was hard to read in this insane state of mind, so an attack was nearly undetectable. Dib began to wonder now if this were some kind of trap, but he enjoyed this moment of peace between them nonetheless.

Zim soon got a bit more aggressive and began handling him a bit rougher. He crawled over Dib so he was staring down at his face, his own still that same blank one. "IB..." He muttered as he clutched the front of his shirt, unsure if he wanted to shake him to pieces or hold him close. Of course, this sudden turn worried the boy and he tensed for a moment, his eyes widening to stare into those hollow eyes. He remembered that he needed to remain calm though and took a deep breath, his body loosening again when he exhaled.

Zim still clutched onto his shirt tightly, though his outer shell began to crack away just from the expression on his face. He seemed to look almost depressed, lowering his head and pressing it into his chest, trembling weakly.

Dib’s eyes flicked down towards the other now, staring at him with some concern for both himself and Zim. Being in Zim’s arms was worrisome enough, but now with the Irken on top of him like this he was even more vulnerable and he wanted to get out of this position as soon as he could. After several minutes passed without a single sound from Zim, Dib raised a trembling hand up and very lightly touched the back of Zim’s head, whispering very quietly, “Z-Zim..?”

With that, Zim began to scream. He leaned his head back as he screamed, trembling and seizing his body up simultaneously. He continued his horrifying meltdown for about ten minutes before he went limp again. After such a long time of Zim screaming at an ear-splitting volume, Dib was almost disoriented when he had gone quiet again. He was completely helpless now; a sudden movement now was sure to spark an attack from Zim, especially after such a violent tantrum. Dib lightly placed his shaking right hand on the others shoulder, rubbing it hesitantly with his thumb like he had been doing before in an attempt to keep him calm.

Zim wheezed for a moment, seeming to be out of breath. He suddenly squeezed onto Dib's hand, as much as he could manage. He muttered something unheard, trying to get it out of his lungs with the last bit of air present.

"H..p..."

Dib winced at the tight squeeze, but the small pain was soon forgotten at the sound of the other’s attempt to speak. His eyes widened and his breathing turned to small pants as he tried to decipher exactly what the Irken had tried to say. He took a deep breath before ever so slowly sitting up as not to startle to the other. He supported Zim with his free hand so he remained on his lap as he sat upwards. Soon, the two were staring eye to vacant eye. After getting over the small shock of those shallow eyes, Dib tilted his head slightly as he remembered what the other had attempted to gargle. “W-what did y-you say...?” He asked quietly.

Zim gripped onto his collar again, panted harshly. He looked up at him, a faint spark of his old self appearing for no more than a mere second as he shouted at him. "HELP ME!!!"
And if these were titled, I would call this one something lame like "In the Monster's Lair" or something. XD

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Chapter Fifteen

After hours of seemingly endless play, Dib and his small puppy finally fell asleep on the living room floor only to be awoken by the sun only a couple hours later. Dib groaned in annoyance as the rays shone in through the window, reaching for a blanket next to him to place over his face. Einstein stretched a bit with a yawn as he curled up under his neck where it was warmer. It seemed like nothing could disturb the two.

Dib lay silently now and enjoyed the peaceful moment, his mind almost completely clear of thought for the first time in quite a while. However, the thought of Zim still managed to creep its way into his mind, for he began to wonder where the alien was or what exactly he was doing since there hadn’t been a trace of him in a couple days. The thought was short lived though as he managed to push the thought aside and focus again on his small friend. Even though the small dog was a lot of work, he had no regrets in bringing him home; he provided both affection and means of distracting his mind from the horrors he had experienced.

After a few more minutes of lying quietly on the floor, Dib finally uncovered his face only to see the room in shambles. His jaw hung a little as he sat up and scanned the room, staring down on the puppy, whom had rolled into his lap, and shot him a glare.

Einstein had apparently been up after a while, as the living room was trashed. The throw pillows had been chewed to shreds, the carpet had been torn and dirtied with pawprints, and he had even gone through the trouble of leaving his master a surprise in his boot.

“Einstein!” Dib barked in a stern tone, “If you needed something why didn’t you just wake me up?!”

Einstein whimpered as he shouted at him, curling up in a frightened ball again. He wet the carpet once again, which only chalked up another mess he had to clean.

Dib’s expression softened despite of the extra mess since the screaming probably didn’t help matters. He sighed with the hint of a grunt and pulled Einstein away from the damp spot, rubbing his cheek softly before running to the kitchen and getting supplies to clean the mess. On his way to the kitchen though, he made his way to the end table where the open bottle of pills sat. He reached down for two of the small tablets laying on the surface with some hesitance and reluctance. He stared down at them intently, like he always did, before throwing them into his mouth and swallowing them down.

As he collected the cleaning supplies and made his way back to the living room where he began to scrub the recently dampened spot on the living room carpet. As he did this, he began once again to think about Zim, though it was through indirect thought.

He had started to question his own sanity now. Since taking the pills, there had been almost no sign of Zim. But even more so, there was no sign of Gaz either, whom he was sure was killed by Zim. Her disappearance, however, could easily be explained as a means to avoid her brother by remaining at a friends house for a while. What if Zim really was just a delusion of his own unsettled mind after all?

The scrubbing motions of the rag on the floor came almost to a stop now as he comprehended this conclusion, seeming to stare through the carpet as he began to bite his lip lightly. Perhaps that doctor wasn't quite as ignorant as he had seemed. Maybe he did really understand what was going on, and it was really Dib who had no control over this Zim.

If this were true, that could only mean one thing; Zim had never even existed in the first place. All these years he would have been chasing nothing and screaming at no one. Everyone would have seen that he was just talking to himself and grabbing at thin air when he would go to grab the alien by his collar... And even being the one to murder his own sister. These last few years would have been nothing but lies and deceptions; his own mind working against him.

And what about all of those crazy things that he had done? Were things such as when he piloted Mercury and saw the Plookesians with Dwicky things his sick mind had created to further satisfy this Zim character?

Dib began to tremble now as the thought became more realistic to him now as it sank in. His shaky hands slowly released the rag between them to tightly grasp the hair on the sides of his head. Zim couldn’t be fake... He had to be real...

After a few moments, Dib began to breath sharply in a slight panic as he rose to his feet and began to pace the room. He mumbled to himself as he tried to convince himself that Zim was real and that this wasn’t just a delusion.

Einstein watched him pace back and forth curiously as his master muttered. He lowered his ears and whimpered as he could sense his distress, sure that it was still toward his actions.

To try and appease this idea that Zim was real and that his sister really was dead, Dib stumbled for the phone on the end table across the room and began to dial his sister’s phone number furiously. He practically indented the number keys of the phone against his cheek now, waiting eagerly and desperately for an answer.The phone rang as it normally did, as if she would answer at any second in annoyance.

"This is Gaz, leave your name and number. If you keep calling me though, I'll punch your skull in, that goes for anyone trying to sell me anything. And especially YOU Dib." The growl of her recorded voice to leave a message threatened.

Though he wasn’t expecting a call back, Dib began to choke out a few words after the message had finished playing. “G-Gaz... Call me back.. P-please..” he pleaded before slowly returning the phone to the receiver. Afterwards, he began his pacing and murmuring once more, glancing over at Einstein every now and then.

Einstein would perk up at the glimpse, then lower his ears again as he turned away again. He whimpered a bit at him, wondering why he was so distressed.

Two more minutes passed before Dib came to a stop in front of his dog and leaned down, reaching a trembling hand towards him and running his thumb down his cheek. He forced a weary smile on his face and spoke eerily. “D-don’t worry about me... I’m just worried is all..” He whispered before the smile on his face disappeared and he stood again to continue his pacing.

Einstein tilted his head as he continued to pace. He panted and began to walk with him, nipping his ankles when he turned to pace back to the same spot again.

Fifteen minutes passed and there had been no phone calls or any sign of his sister. This had to mean that she was dead... That Zim really did kill her. He couldn’t have been imagining something as horrific as that...

Dib turned his attention back to his dog, staring a moment before speaking up. “You.. Want to go for a walk?”

Einstein looked up at him, yipping excitedly as he bounced around in happiness, which was an obvious sign that he was more than fond of the idea.

Dib’s weary smile returned to his face as he watched the other hop around. Moments later, he wandered upstairs to grab a new shirt, his trench coat and another pair of black boots. Once he returned, he clipped the leash on Einstein’s collar and made his way eagerly out of the door and down the sidewalk.

Einstein matched his eager step as he wanted to splash around in every puddle the rain last night had made. The puppy’s happy attitude seemed to settle the boy now as he began to giggle at the other’s playful splashes. That is, until they had gotten close to Zim’s house.

Dib came to a halt, his eyes widening at the sight of the chilling house. His hands began to tremble now the longer he stood here, shaking the leash connecting him to Einstein as well. Einstein immediately would not budge and whimpered as he looked to the house. A dog could sense danger a mile away, and he knew there was not safe.

At the sound of the whimpers, Dib looked down at the dog with almost a look of sorrow. “I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have brought you here..”

Einstein whined and cried more as he reared up on his hind legs, trying to convey that they should be running away. He didn't like where he was and he didn't want his master there either.

Dib leaned down and pulled Einstein close to him, holding his head in his hands and rubbing the sides of his face tenderly with his thumbs with means to settle him.

“I.. I have to go in there, boy..” He whispered silently. “But I’ll bring you home and then I’ll be back for you, alright?”

Without the puppy’s consent, Dib scooped him in his arms and jogged back to his house swiftly. Einstein seemed relieved to get out of that area, not squirming in Dib's arms as he let him carry him. However, when he sat him down and tried to leave without him, Einstein began to whimper and cry again as he bit into his pants leg.

At this, Dib leaned back down at pulled the other to his chest in a small hug, closing his eyes for a moment before speaking lowly. “I’ll be back, Einstein. I filled your bowls and I left you a few blankets to sleep on and newspapers for you to use.” He paused a moment before speaking again. “I promise you I’ll be back.” He pulled the puppy away and leaned forward to plant a kiss atop his forehead, then stood and headed towards the door and down the sidewalk towards Zim’s house once more. When he shut the door, he could hear the dog howling inside sadly for him. There was desperate scratching on the other side of the door and unhappy barks protesting for him to come back.

Though it was difficult, Dib ignored the cries and barks, pressing on towards Zim’s base hurriedly. Once he had reached the house, Dib repeated the same routine of glancing through the cracked door, though he wasn’t quite as quiet for he was more anxious today to reassure himself of Zim’s existence.

There was still dried blood caking every surface of the living room. He could clearly see a trail even where his sister had surely been dragged and killed. It didn't seem like a delusion after all.

The overwhelming sensation of fear quickly hit the boy now as he stood in the front of the house, breathing deeply and inhaling the horrible stench within the house now. He gagged a bit, but collected himself as he slowly made his way to the bottom of the stairs and looked upwards, listening intently for any sounds from the rooms above.

There weren't any sounds from the deranged Irken, and there weren't anymore screams of horror or pain. For now, there was only silence.
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Chapter Fourteen

Dib clung to his new friend almost as if he weren’t planning on letting him go. He pressed his face into the soft fur, his face strained with a permanent smile for he was quite glad that for the first time in his life, he had found something that seemed to care for him.

After a moment, he spoke to little Einstein. “You want to go to the park?” he questioned as he reached for the leash and clipped it to the dog’s collar before standing up. He headed towards the front door and opened it, looking back at the other.

Einstein was ahead of him though as he ran out of the door yipping, only to be choked briefly by the leash around his neck. He stumbled back a bit and shook his pelt out, looking back at Dib and yipping.

Dib replied to this by taking off in a slow jog, closing the door behind them. Soon enough, the park was in sight. As predicted, the park was rather empty on account that school was still in session and mostly everyone was at work. As he passed by the swings, he couldn't suppress the memory of the Irken sitting in one of them, staring eerily at his feet. This imaged was soon chased away though as Einstein was jumping around at Dib's side and barking excitedly at the open space. He grabbed his leash between his teeth, tugging on it with a small growl.

The boy raised a brow and looked down at the puppy as he was snapped from this memory, leaning down and gripping the leash’s clip in his hand. “You won’t run away if I let you go, will you?”

Einstein barked and pawed at his pants leg, only seeming interested in frolicking with the human. He yipped happily as he saw him reach for his leash.

Dib smiled and hummed lightly in confidence that the other would stay and quickly unclipped the leash from Einstein’s collar. He stood and walked forward, patting his leg twice to signal the other to follow.

Einstein yipped excitedly as he scampered after him, tail wagging furiously. A few kids looked over at the yips of an obvious puppy, as everyone like a good pup. Einstein bit Dib's pants leg and tugged, thrashing his head with a playful growl. The boy chuckled and shook his leg playfully until the puppy lost his grip and jogged a couple steps forward. He stopped and turned to face the dog, leaning over and whistling once.

Einstein yipped as he bounded after him happily. He tackled him gleefully, wagging his tail as he licked his face repeatedly with delight.

Dib scooped the other in his arms again, holding him close and burying his face in the fur once again. He couldn’t remember a time he had been this happy, but he only knew he was very glad to have brought this dog with him and for the fact that his mind had been cleared of those horrible memories now.

After another moment, he set the dog down on the ground and stood, examining the park until his eyes landed upon the thick woods toward the back. He headed towards them and whistled for the other to follow, figuring both he and Einstein would find this place a bit more enjoyable.

Einstein barked happily, running around in a circle with over enthusiasm. He continued to yip and bounce around happily, just wanting to run around and burn off his energy. After observing this, Dib took off in a slow jog so the other could run after him, then he quickened his pace into a slow sprint since the puppy seemed to be keeping up rather well.

They dodged trees and jumped over logs until they ended up popping out on the other end of the park. Dib bent over, panted heavily as they had been running for quite a while. Einstein was still bouncing around excitedly though. He yipped as he saw him bent over, bouncing as he tried to nip at his hands happily.

Dib chuckled lightly, reaching down to collect his puppy in his arms once more.  “You have too much energy.” He said in between pants, seeking out a bench and walking towards it to rest for a moment.

The puppy panted as he squirmed in his arms. He yipped happily as he looked up at him, leaning up and trying to gnaw at his glasses.

Dib snorted and pulled his head away, frowning down at the other. “You can’t eat those!” He chuckled as he reached the bench. When he sat, he rested the puppy in his lap and grabbed hold of the small paws, waving them around playfully which caused Einstein to yip happily and bounce in his lap. He nipped at Dib's hands and growled in a playful manner.

Dib smirked at this, leaning down a little as if to try and intimidate the other. “Your little puppy teeth don’t scare me.” He said lowly as he continued to move the others' paws around.

Einstein growled without any threat in it as he bit at his nose. He still had sharp little puppy teeth though, which hurt to some degree, but they certainly weren't Irken grade.

Dib pulled back, wincing a little as the small pain worked it’s way through. However, he wasn’t upset by this and he smiled down at the other. “I guess I deserved that.” Before he could say anything more though, a low rumble of thunder growled through the sky as a storm had begun working its way towards them. He didn’t bother clipping the leash back on Einstein’s collar, feeling confident the other would follow, and put him back on the ground. He then stood and began to head out of the park. “Come on boy..” He mumbled.

Einstein yipped excitedly as he scampered down and tumbled in a somersault as he got over himself too quickly. He shook himself off after getting to his paws, chasing after Dib.

As the thunder continued to grow louder and more frequent and Einstein caught up to him, Dib quickened his pace since he was in no mood to be rained on. Einstein yelped, tucking his tail between his legs as he scampered ahead of Dib. It was obvious that he didn't like thunderstorms either.

To make the trip move a bit quicker, Dib scooped the puppy in his arms and headed out of the park in a slight sprint. He broke out in a full run once small raindrops began to fall, making it back to the house just in time before the rain began to pour violently from the sky.

Einstein whimpered and barked sadly at the rain, trembling in Dib's arm. And sadly, the puppy wasn't house trained, so he had no problem releasing his bladder nervously on Dib's shirt. He hadn’t noticed at first, but as soon as the warm liquid made its way through the fabric he jumped and pulled the puppy away from his chest. “D-don’t do that!” He snapped as he placed the dog on the ground and disappeared into the kitchen for a moment. He returned later with a wad of newspapers and spread them across a spot on the floor, placing Einstein on it. “This is where you go.”

Einstein whimpered and lowered his head as he was scolded. He hadn't known any better, he was just a little puppy that got frightened by the thunder.

Dib stripped off his coat and shirt and threw them to the side. He looked down at his dog, who was obviously feeling some shame, and sat in front of him quietly. He outstretched and hand and put a finger under his chin to lean his head up softly, smiling down at him. “I’m not mad, Einstein. You just know for next time.” he said in a benevolent tone.

Einstein whimpered softly up at him from being previously in trouble. He licked his hand tentatively a few times to make sure it was truly okay. With that, Dib reached with his other hand to softly run it across the dog’s cheek softly as if to reassure him. “Everything is alright.”

After a moment, Dib reached for the bowl and small bag for dog food and poured some just in case he was hungry. Once the bowl was full, he stood and walked towards the couch, collapsing upon it with a sigh as he listened to the silent beats of the raindrops on the roof.

There was the sound of puppy kibble being crunched by tiny teeth, which was an improvement from the silence. There was the sound of scattering paws before Einstein leaped onto the couch on his chest, causing the boy to wince as the claws dug lightly into his bare skin. He smiled after a moment and reached up to stroke the soft pelt of the dog in an attempt to get him into a sleeping state of mind. The boy was rather tired from all of the running today and a peaceful sleep was much desired.

Einstein didn't seem to want him to sleep though as he sat on him. He tilted his head to the side when he saw him trying to sleep and started to pant. He leaned down and pressed his cold nose to his chest.

Dib jumped a bit at the slight chill from the others' nose and propped himself up on his arm, smiling down at Einstein. “Alright,” Dib murmured as he swung his legs over the side of the couch. “We can stay up a bit longer.”

And with that, the troubled teen found himself awake most of the night, taking condolence in the only dear friend he had in his broken life.
Awe more puppy love. C: Isn't this just the most adorable thing you have ever read in your entire lives?!

Ohh just you people wait. More horror to come! But some nice relief with the dog is much needed and I enjoy this part very very much. c: We merged our posts a lot in this one so I think it reads rather smoothly.

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Chapter Thirteen

Morning came early for the traumatized boy, his alarm blaring loudly in his ear that morning. It was another school day, but would he dare even risk it? The answer was an obvious no as he slammed the top of his blaring alarm with a tight fist, then covered himself back in his blankets. After lying there for several minutes to think over his situation, he considered that maybe some human interaction would help clear his mind... Maybe someone would finally talk to him.

That was a shot in the dark though when it was really considered. What would make today any different from the others to the point someone would speak to him? Especially now that word was getting around that Dib was falling deeper into a psychosis that left him dangerous to others.

He made his final decision to skip again today. In fact, he was even considering the possibility of not going anymore all together. It wasn’t doing him any good anyway and with his current being; he was in no mood for people to talk even more about him.

The silence in the house and the intense loneliness was excruciating now. He didn't have a soul in the world that wanted his presence around. Not a single living being left in that town wanted to be near him or their name even mentioned in the same sentence as he own name.

Dib questioned now if anyone would even notice if he were to be murdered like his sister. Chances were not even his own father cared enough for the two of them to even notice something that devastating had happened to them, or Gaz for now at least. The thoughts made him groan and close his eyes tightly, gripping the blankets as if trying to fight off this idea.

After five more minutes or so, he threw himself from his bed and stared wildly around the room, as if expecting someone to be there. He was alone. There didn’t even seem to be any signs or sounds indicating that Zim had been there.

He made his way slowly down the stairs, examining everything in a desperate search for anyone to be there. He was still in a sort of disbelief that his sister was actually gone...

Finally he made it downstairs to the living room, standing in front of the end table where his open pill bottle lay on its side from being clumsily put down the night before. Dib reached for two pills laying on the surface and downed them without a moment of hesitation.

There hadn't been any signs of anyone trying to get into the house overnight, and no more blood was left in the house. It was just sadly quiet in the house.

After taking this in, Dib sat slowly on the couch and stared out of the large window on the wall to his left. It was a rather grey and dull day with a thick cloud cover, not even a single crack in them to be seen. As Dib peered out at the dull environment, he almost found himself longing for Zim in a way. This was probably because he wanted to reassure himself that the alien was in fact real and just to have some form of interaction with another. The loneliness was beginning to grow to be overwhelming and it was growing even faster since he was already at the verge of losing his mind.

“... Zim...” He whispered, almost in a desperate invitation to the other.

On cloudy days like these, Zim hardly ever went outside either. There was always a chance for rain, and he had always been nervous about any sort of acidic water drop.

Dib squirmed and whimpered slightly where he sat the longer he stared longingly out of the window. He considered walking by Zim’s house now just to check on him, but it could bring up fresh memories of yesterday potentially. There were great chances Zim would not be out anyway. With the gloomy weather out and threatening to rain, however, it could be a good time to walk around to get a bit of mind-clearing fresh air.

After several more minutes of painful silence, Dib finally decided to go outside for a quick walk to try and take his mind away from the horrible reality that he was completely alone in this house now. A chilling breeze greeted him once he opened the door, causing his body to jolt with a sudden shiver. Though it was tempting to stay inside of the warm house, Dib pressed forward and closed to door behind him. He slumped and shoved his hands in his pockets as he headed towards town where he hoped would be plenty of things to distract him. Perhaps someone may even try talking to him. It was wishful thinking, at least.

The people in town just ignored him though, walking by on the sidewalk and passing him like he were just any other young kid skipping school. There were many shops open early for everyone's convenience.

This reaction from people didn’t come as a surprise to the boy though as hadn’t had much hope for any human interaction anyway. However, he did receive some acknowledgment from a small puppy in the pet store window as he started to pass by whom had let out a small ‘yip’. The small labrador seemed a little shy and quiet as he sat with his head lowered, much like the boy was himself. Dib paused to stare at him through the window and he couldn’t help the small smile that creased his face after a moment.

The rest of the puppies tumbled and yipped happily amongst each other. The little lab yelped fearfully when one bumped him from behind, sending him skittering forward and somersaulting over his hind quarters clumsily.

Though it seemed almost a little cruel, Dib let out a small giggle at the other’s misfortune fall. He pressed his hands against the glass, leaning in a bit closer as he attempted to communicate. “I know how you feel, buddy.”

The puppy clumsily waddled back to his feet, looking at the glass where someone was pressed. He barked a bit as he pressed his own paws to the glass and wagged his tail. The other puppies rushed over to leap at the glass, knocking the little lab aside.

Dib let out another chuckle as he watched the little dog. He had considered purchasing the puppy now as he knew it would provide him company that he desperately needed, but it occurred to him that he had no money and that everything close to him was torn apart at the hands of Zim. The thought of the little puppy getting killed was enough to send the boy away from the glass and head down the sidewalk again in woe.

The puppy whimpered as he walked away, trotting to the other side of the glass and pawing at the glass wildly as he did. He licked the smudged barrier separating them, continuing to whine.

The small whimpers caught his attention once again as he stopped in his tracks to look back at the small puppy. He had a feeling this dog would be more than enough to keep him sane, but with that came the risk of him dying at the hands of Zim. However, he figured he would be able to defend the dog if the need to do so popped up, so with that he rushed inside of the store and approached the clerk slowly even though he hadn’t any money.

“Excuse me?” Dib nearly whispered.

The clerk didn't notice him for a little while, perhaps just ignoring him in hopes he'd leave. He looked down after a few seconds and sighed. "Can I help you?"

“I want that little labrador puppy over there.” Dib replied, motioning towards the puppy display in the window. “You can just charge Professor Membrane for everything.”

He raised a brow, looking at him a bit more. "Oh yeah, you're that crazy Membrane kid." He shrugged as he didn't care as long as he made a sale.

Dib smiled, satisfied with the fact that there was an advantage to being the Professor’s son. Before going to grab the puppy, Dib collected a blue leather collar and leash, a medium sized dog bed, a food bowl and a decent sized bag of dog food. It was quite a bit to hold on to, but he was able to maneuver. After collecting these items, Dib headed towards the display and placed the things in a pile beside him, grabbing the collar and leash before reaching inside and clipping the collar on the lab’s neck and pulling him out. Once the dog was on the ground, he collected his items again and headed towards the door. “Uh, thanks I guess!” He said to the clerk cheerfully.

"Whatever. Now leave." The clerk replied, jabbing his thumb toward the door. The little puppy squirmed and hopped around hyperly, seeming excited about finally being free from all the others.

Dib rolled his eyes and shoved his way out of the door, leading the puppy along with him. As he walked with the other down the sidewalk, he spoke to him almost like he would another human. Just the presence of the joyful dog seemed to erase every memory that had haunted him up to this point.

The dog barked hyperly as he ran around wildly while he walked. He seemed to enjoy running around Dib's legs, tying his feet up with his leash along his way.

Sure enough, when Dib went to lift a foot he found it loosely bound to the other but it was enough to trip him. But even with his hands full, he was able to prevent himself from completely falling on his face. He grunted and chuckled a little, tugging almost playfully on the leash. “You can’t tie me up while I’m trying to walk, boy!”

The puppy yipped excitedly and bounded around him as he spoke to him, seeming very thrilled to be paid attention to. He pawed at his pants leg and leaped back a bit, seeming eager to get to wherever they were going.

Though the puppy made walking to his home quite difficult, he was able to lead them there rather quickly which was a relief since he was finally able to put everything down. Once his hands were free, he reached down and unclipped the leash from the dog’s collar and picked up the bowl he had gotten from the store. He disappeared in the kitchen for a moment and returned with the bowl full of water. Dib placed it on the living room floor and called the puppy over by whistling to him.

The puppy scampered over to the water bowl, but got ahead of himself and stumbled. He wound up face first in the water bowl, scooting back up and sneezing as the water had gotten in his nose.

Dib snickered at this as he lowered himself to sit in front of the puppy, smiling at him almost non-stop. “You’re pretty clumsy, aren’t you?” He paused as he reached forward to plant a hand on the top of his head. “I’ll call you Einstein.” he declared happily.

The puppy yipped as he leaped onto his lap, pawing at his shirt. He panted and bounced a bit as he licked his face excitedly as he seemed quite fond of his new name.
Ahhh yes. Here we have the filler puppy who is here to bring you small amounts of joy and giggles! Hopefully this will make you forgive us for killing Gaz.. Though I know you'll hate us later. PRAISE KATT FOR WRITING THE DOG'S PARTS. XD <3

I hope you like it! Sorry for the long gap between chapters but we were still sick for a while. ;-; But we are doing a lot better. <3 And it's a bit short, but we didn't want it to drag on and we thought this was a cute place to end it. :3

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Chapter Eighteen

Light golden rays from the morning sun shone into the living room window the next morning. Dib woke up peacefully, taking in a deep breath and slowly opening his eyes and blinking a few times as they adjusted to the bright light. After a few minutes or so, he looked down to his little companion who was still sleeping peacefully on his chest, making him smile. He eventually made the decision to wake Einstein, shaking him lightly. The puppy, however, refused to wake up just yet and covered his face with his paw.

Dib chuckled, then took this time to observe the messy environment around him. The night had been peaceful… Almost a little too peaceful, which made the boy suspicious. Some things seemed to be misplaced, however the thing that stood out most to the human were the long, deep claw marks in the walls around him. He knew they hadn’t been there before he fell asleep, and they were far too long and high for Einstein to had made them. It was obvious then that someone else had been in the house.  

Dib whimpered "Einstein.. Wake up.." he whispered, followed by another small shake.

Einstein blinked his eyes open as he was shaken into an alert state, stretching a bit with a yawn. He turned his head upward to his master, almost seeming to smile as he panted. He let out a low whine and ducked his head down a bit though at the fear radiating from the other, and tried to press his head up under his arm for comfort. From up above their heads, scraping and the sound of wood being carved by sharp claws radiated down.

Dib’s head snapped towards the stairs at the loud sounds coming from the floor above them. He shivered where he sat, slowly sitting up and catching his dog in his arms. He remained completely frozen where he sat as he knew exactly who was up there waiting for him. After a few moments of hesitation and with no end to the constant thumping and scrapes, Dib placed Einstein on the couch beside him and stood, slowly walking towards the base of the stairs and commanding his small puppy to accompany him.

Einstein immediately went by his side however, flanking his master on his left side to show he would not leave him. He wished now to only please him, and not to disappoint him again. It was simple logic to anyone else, but it was the little puppy’s entire world that he had come to know.

With a reassuring glance at the puppy following him, he proceeded forward until he reached the base of the stairs. He looked towards the dark upper floor, the sounds growing louder now. He sighed, almost making a whining sound as he reached down to pick up the dog for both his sake and the puppy’s before making the climb up the stairs. Once at the top, Dib placed him back down again but this time he put Einstein behind him to make sure he could fend off anything that tried to hurt either him or the dog.

There was a familiar hissing and screeching sound coming from his room, one that had filled his nightmares and fueled his fears for the past days and nights.

Shivering, Dib closed his eyes as the images of the horrifying events replayed in his mind as he knew exactly who was inside the room. He clenched at his hair, breathing shallowly for a moment before finally collecting himself and looking towards Einstein.

"C-come on, buddy." he whispered quietly to Einstein as he walked towards his room.

Einstein whimpered and huddled at his feet in fear, obviously just as disturbed at the idea of entering the room. The scratching immediately halted, as if alerted by the sounds just outside the door.

The puppy’s cries seemed to startle Dib just as any other sound in the house now. He looked down at Einstein, quickly reaching down and grabbing a hold of the dog’s muzzle to keep him from making anymore sounds. After holding the dog’s maw shut for a few seconds, he slowly let go and creeped towards the door frame, peeking around the corner and into the blackened room.

The silence lasted only a split second before an agonizing wail pierced through it, leaving even the dog recoiling with a yelp. A second later, the figure of the deranged Irken exploded from the room, tackling the human down to the floor. He hunched his back to bare his teeth to him and raked his claws sharply across his cheek, seeming enraged with the other for unknown reasons. Einstein's puppy fur prickled in anger at this person hurting his master, barking and bounding forward before biting into Zim's arm. Zim hissed and glared at the dog as he shook him loose from his arm. Einstein landed clumsily back on his feet before he leaped again, but this time Zim was prepared. He moved his arm to swipe his claws forward, catching the dog on its side. Einstein cried out in pain as it flew back at the force and yelped as it went tumbling down the stairs.

The pain in Dib’s face seemed to dissolve after witnessing his small puppy being thrown so violently. Rushed with adrenaline now, Dib used all of his strength and rage to shove the Irken off of him, kicking and screaming violently. After some struggle and adjustment, Dib was able to get his legs under Zim’s abdomen and launch him off from on top of him. This gave him a short window to get up and run as quickly as he could down the stairs, desperate to save the only friend he had.

The little dog lay at mangled at the bottom of the stairs. Dib rushed to his side and kneeled next to him, hands shaking as they hovered over him in fear of touching him and causing more damage. Tears filled his eyes as he examined his damaged dog.

“E-Einstein.. Little buddy.. Don’t leave me.. P-please don’t leave me.. Not like this.” Dib stuttered.

The little puppy gave a weak whine as he nudged him, hemorrhaging from his side and his front legs bent back in a horrifying angle. He had tried to protect his master from this attacker, and he had failed. He licked the boy’s hand once, and then he died, knowing he had been a bad dog to his master.

The tears finally began to roll down Dib’s cheeks as his trembling hands finally made contact with Einstein’s corpse, rubbing him affectionately almost as if he were still alive to feel it. “No…” He muttered to himself. “Not you.. Not you too.. Why?...” He paused, then looked towards the top of the stairs where Zim stood. “YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!” He screamed in rage. “JUST GO AWAY!!!”

Zim loomed down from the steps, that manic grin splitting all the way up his face as he screamed down at him, almost like a victory screech. It was as if he were mocking him at this point, holding the fact that he had taken the last thing from him.

Dib scooped his puppy lightly in his arms and stood, gritting his teeth and breathing heavily now. That smile was tormenting him. He knew Zim was pleased with what he had done and that only fueled his growing anger and mental instability. “GET OUT!! GET THE FUCK OUT!!!”

Zim barred his teeth at him with a screech. He reached a hand out, head tilted a bit to give the illusion that he were looking down Dib's arms. Following his gaze downwards, his line of sight ended on the puppy; he wanted it.

Dib made the connection almost immediately and clutched the corpse more securely in his arms. “You’re not taking him… Not a fucking chance..”

Zim screeched at this indignation, twitching in anger as he crouched on all fours to clear the stairs. He sprang over the railing of the stairs, aiming straight for the human below with claws unsheathed and murder in those vacant eyes.

Dib had just barely evaded Zim’s attack, stumbling a bit and falling on his side causing his grip on Einstein to loosen.

Zim skidded himself to a stop on the floor, turning his body around and baring his teeth at the boy. “MINE!!” He screeched in rage, all too similar to how he had treated Gaz as he mauled her.

Dib sat up and pushed himself back towards the door with his legs, regaining the tight grip on the corpse. He shivered where he sat as he was more intimidated now that the Irken was so close to him.

"IB!!!" Zim finally hissed with bloodlust on his tongue. He bunched his muscles up before lunging at him threateningly. His arms extended, as if ready to snatch the dog from his hands and devour him right in front of him.

Dib rolled out of the way of Zim’s second attempt to snatch the dog, putting him closer towards the door. He finally staggered to his feet, moving back ever so slowly as not to trigger another attack before he could reach the door.

Zim screeched at him, nails digging into the wooden floors as he tracked him with the slow movements of his head. He looked pretty hungry from the way his teeth glistened from salivation, and the way he eyed that dog with his blank eyes.

Dib bit his lip, muffling a whine of distress as his back finally hit the door. He caught a glimpse of the light outside which indicated it was about noon. From what he remembered, he had an appointment with Dr. Gaul sometime soon, however he wasn’t sure how he was going to get there without being mauled by the raging Irken before him.

The boy considered something that most people would never have even thought of. He thought that if he sacrificed his loyal dog’s body, it would distract Zim long enough for him to get out and run to Gaul’s office. Maybe he could even convince the doctor to come home with him to see that Zim wasn’t just a delusion, but was indeed real.

The simple thought of it made Dib sob again where he stood, but his survival instinct was growing stronger now that his dog was deceased and he knew what he had to do to survive. He shakily held the puppy by the back leg, holding it outwards toward Zim. “Y-you want this?” He choked out in between sobs.

Zim stared at the carcass with a low growl rumbling through his chest. His claws further sank into the floor as he watched, transfixed by it. The answer was an obvious yes; he wanted that dog for himself, to greedily tear at and pull apart for his own satisfaction.

The longer Dib stood staring at both his loyal friend and the insane alien before him, the more he became aware of the fact that he couldn’t sacrifice the only thing that had ever really loved him unconditionally to the end. He reeled his dog back into his arms, opening the door behind him quickly and sprinting down the street crying and screaming in agony. “I’m sorry!” He shouted several times as he ran madly towards the doctor’s office.

The puppy laid dead in his arms, it’s mangled form lying across his arms and partially dangling. People he passed were mortified by the overall appearance of the boy, some gasping and some screaming as they believed the deranged boy had brutally murdered the dog.


Dib finally reached his destination and mindlessly burst through the doors, still crying and hyperventilating. He looked towards the lobby clerk, holding his puppy closer to his chest. “Dr. Gaul… I need..” He paused, choking a bit on his own sobs. “I need to see him.. Now…”

The nurse stared at him, her hands held up in defensive reaction to his hysteria. "A-Alright little boy... I..I'll send you straight back.." She assured, getting out of her chair and leading him back. She intruded on an already ongoing session, but after a quick explanation the other patient was shown out for a bit. She had insisted to Dr. Gaul that this was very, very crucial and could not wait.

Dib stood shaking violently in the hallway, caressing the cold cheek of his dead dog as he waited for the doctor, muttering strange things to himself that weren’t quite clear.

The Secretary opened the door for Dib after a few moments, leading him to Dr. Gaul where he sat at his desk. He raised a brow as he saw Dib, looking very solemnly as always. "Dib... Sit down and tell me what happened. What is in your arms?"

Dib walked in almost mindlessly, sitting slowly on the couch. He looked straight ahead, but seemed to look right through the doctor rather than make eye contact. He remained quiet for a couple moments as he continued to stroke the soft, blood stained coat of Einstein.

“This..” He started after a long silence, “This is Einstein. My… Dog. I got him two days ago. And Zim.. He just killed him. He just killed the only thing that’s ever cared for me…” Dib stammered, continuing to caress the corpse.

The doctor frowned sharply in alarm and made a motion to the secretary before she hurried off. "You got a dog, that's good... but you say Zim killed him?" He spoke, jotting this down on a notepad. "Dib... Zim is you... there is no Zim..." He sighed, seeming almost bored with their conversation already.

Dib closed his eyes in frustration, speaking through gritted teeth as his hand paused on the dog.  “You’re wrong, Doctor. Zim.. Zim is real.” He opened his eyes, finally making eye contact with the man. “He was in my house this morning. He killed my dog…” He paused, his gaze growing distant now. “And.. He killed my sister too.”

Dr.Gaul had tight lines formed on his forehead as he stared at him, silently evaluating his responses and his current state of being. His eyes trailed up as two larger males grabbed both of Dib's arms while another forced the dog from his arms. Dr. Gaul gave the boy a small, obviously faked smile as they restrained the confused and struggling patient.

"I think we should take a closer look at you..."
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Chapter Seventeen


Dib’s eyes widened in shock at the split second where Zim’s old self had just flashed across his face. His jaw gaped as those words rung mercilessly through his head, and he could honestly admit to himself that those words were sincere. It was then that he had the sudden desire to help the suffering Irken rather than fight him and try to rid himself of him for good. A moment later, the boy grabbed hold of the Irken’s arms and pulled him towards his chest before standing. “I’ll… try, Zim..” He whispered before running downstairs and screaming at the computer. “Help me fix him!! There has to be some way to stop this!”

"Are you crazy??" The computer questioned. "That thing is vicious!!" It cautioned him, as if the boy wasn’t already aware. Zim was already screeching and gurgling again from being restrained, thrashing back and forth in his arms.

Dib bit his lip, clutching the alien tighter as if trying to keep hold of the old Zim that had just shown himself moments before. He looked towards the wire-covered ceiling as if the computer’s face were hidden within them. “Please!! There just has to be something you can do!”

"What are you talking about?? He went crazy!!! The only thing I might be able to do is completely restore his PAK back to it's original form, like wiping a computer, and the shock could kill him!" The computer replied frantically as Zim screamed and thrashed.

Dib closed his eyes as the alien thrashed and continued to hold him close, though it was probably making the situation worse. “Is there… really nothing else you can do?”


"Don't you think I would have done it by now??" The computer replied sharply, patience wearing thin. "He's irreversible!!"

With that, the boy leaned down and let Zim fall gently out of his arms and onto the dirty floor. He took a couple steps back and looked down at him, crossing his arms over his chest and trembling as he watched him attentively. “There just has to be another way..” He muttered to himself.

Zim growled as he looked back to him, holding one arm out to him. "IB....answer..." He sputtered, one lekku flat to his head as if damaged.

Dib shook his head and shuddered at those words. He backed himself against the wall now, sliding down slowly until he hit the floor. He brought his knees to his chest and shook his head again, looking back into the blank eyes of the Irken. “I.. I don’t know what you want…”

Zim still looked distressed though, as if trying to fight at the same time. "ANSWER IB!!" He hissed, not breaking like he normally would. "KILL!!"

“I don’t know what you fucking want!!” Dib screamed back, his hands reaching towards his head to grab a fistful of hair in each.

Zim suddenly fell to his knees, panting heavily as he seemed unable to go on anymore. "IB...." He spoke in a hushed voice. "Kills... Zim..."

Dib’s eyes shot open now at Zim’s words. His hands slowly released the hair in them as his head slowly rose to look back at the alien. “Ib.. Kills Zim?” He whispered quietly to himself as he tried to put them together. “Kill you?” He questioned in confusion.

Zim looked up at him at his question, looking frustrated as he wanted to communicate. "YES....NO...." He spoke forcefully. "ANSWER."

Of course, Dib was still unsure of what exactly Zim wanted, so he attempted to get a straight answer now. “You still want me killed?” he questioned, hoping to reach some kind of understanding.

"NO!!" Zim screamed, seeming angered by his confusion. He looked around shakily, scraping something off the table and letting it clatter onto the floor. He clawed it hard, making it skid across the floor to Dib. It was a gun, obviously too complicated for the Irken to figure out how to use himself. "IB...kills.."

From this, Dib assumed that Zim still had intentions of killing him, but this time with the gun that he had been fumbling around with. He began to panic slightly now, eyeing the door as he planned a quick escape if things got any worse. He froze for now, looking back towards Zim in complete silence.

Zim suddenly held the gun out to him, but not so the barrel was pointing to him. His arm shook terribly as he seemed to be trying to give it to him. "IB...kills..." He spoke weakly, shaking more to try and make him take it.

Finally, the boy understood. Zim actually wanted him to end his life…
His jaw gaped slightly in disbelief as he eyed the gun. He then looked up towards the Irken who was in obvious pain. He knew Zim was suffering and he wanted it to end as much as the Irken did. Any other day, Dib would have loved to take this chance; finally end Zim and save his planet from the green invader. But now… now it seemed almost impossible to go through with such a request.

“I… I can’t do that, Zim..” He replied quietly, knowing this wasn’t what Zim wanted to hear.

Zim seemed to be tearing up himself as his arm shook more. "IB!!" He shouted, continuing to stretch his arm out to try and desperately make him take it. "KILLS!!" He screamed, as if suffering just to plead with him. All along, he had been trying to communicate to Dib between fits of psychotic attacks and rage. He had been wanting Dib to kill him, and he only trusted the one person he knew to take his own life.

Dib stood quietly, slowly grabbing the gun from Zim as he did. Once he was standing, he looked down at the gun and rubbed his thumb across the trigger as if almost considering it now. He looked back towards Zim, shaking his head twice as his own eyes began to tear up. “I’m sorry, Zim…” He croaked, “I can’t kill you.. I just can’t..”

Zim began to cry as well, though it just sounded like terrible screams of pain. "IB!!! IB!!! KILLS!!! KILL!!" He spoke rapidly, hoping it would somehow change his mind. It was obvious he could not function properly enough to take his own life.

Zim’s distressed screams made the boy shudder as he tried his hardest to keep his own tears back. He wanted to desperately to end Zim’s pain, but he just couldn’t do it this way. “I can’t do it, ZIm!! Don’t you understand that?!” He shouted in a cracked voice. He took a deep breath before looking down at the smaller Irken, lowering the gun and walking a step closer. “I’m sorry…”

Zim looked up at him with sad, but blank eyes, a hand weakly reaching out to him; He really wanted Dib's help. “IB...Plea..s..” He choked on his words, trying desperately to make him understand how much he needed this.

Dib tenderly grabbed Zim’s outstretched arm and drew him close, dropping the gun and daringly pulling him into an embrace, almost as if trying to truly illustrate how sorry he really was. He slowly began to clutch him tighter with the hopes that this would reassure the Irken rather than infuriate him.

Zim was immediately limp in his arms at the tight hold, his tiny frame racking with sobs as he cried. He was in such pain and misery, and he couldn't reach out to anyone to get help no matter how much he screamed and lashed out.

The sobs from the small alien made the moment even more painful to the point where the boy could hardly hold back his own tears any longer. He sobbed quietly into Zim’s shoulder for a moment before forcing himself to speak. “Zim… I don’t want to lose you… I can’t lose you… Please.. don’t stop fighting..”

Zim gasped weakly as he clutched onto him tightly, leaving small indentions of his claws in the others arms. "IB..." He whimpered as he only clung to him harder. "IB...IB...IB! IB!!" He screeched, seeming to be crying out for him.

Dib gave the Irken one last squeeze before breaking from the hug so he was looking deep into the blank eyes now. It seemed he was numb to them now as they didn’t seem to bother him in this moment. “Please.. Don’t stop fighting now...” he whispered.

Zim stared up at him, looking at him pitifully with those blank eyes rimmed with moisture the tears had left behind. "IB..." He cried, those tears burning his cheeks as they slowly leaked down his face. "P...Plea…” He choked once more, jerking his body once in a spastic locking of his muscles from the stress he was going through.

Dib could sense that soon Zim would spiral into another fit just from the emotional stress he was undergoing now. His hands reached up to wipe the tears from the green cheeks as he continued to stare into the hollow eyes. “Do you really want this?” He questioned, quivering sharply.

Zim rolled his head on the others arm to stare up at him, his expression tired and worn. “IB...my..IB..” He muttered softly with a slight gurgle, managing a weak nod of his head through his trembles and choking.

Dib gave a very slow nod and unhurriedly brought them both to floor so they were both on their knees. He ran his hands down Zim’s face before looking down towards the gun and hesitantly reaching towards it. Once he grabbed a hold of the handle, his body began to tremble in utter terror of the situation before slowly bringing it upwards.

Zim stared up at him, tears falling down his face as he watched him. He was going to kill him, at least, and that seemed to soothe his damaged mind a bit. He was willing to stare down the barrel of his own gun that his enemy now possessed, not making a single movement to protest his intentions. It would be so easy to kill him now, simply end his suffering and life.

But nothing could be as simple as that.

At first, the boy thought it would be simple. Aim the gun at Zim’s head, pull the trigger, then the nightmare would be over. But, once Dib had actually aimed the gun towards Zim’s head, his hands would constantly tremble until he would lose his grip on the gun. He had actually dropped it a few times, then had to take a deep breath before picking it up and aiming again. Finally, Dib had calmed himself to the point where he had stopped trembling, where he had the perfect aim on Zim’s forehead. He hesitantly rest his finger on the trigger, tears flowing from his eyes in a continuous stream. All that was left was to actually pull the trigger and end it all.

Zim’s expression suddenly changed, eyes looking up to him with a more lost and confused look now. He didn’t seem quite as defeated or lifeless anymore, staring up past the barrel of the gun to Dib’s face with the expression similar to a frightened child. “D-D...IB…” He gasped out weakly, as if recognizing him for the first time.

Dib’s eyes widened at the sudden change, taken by surprise at the sound of his actual name now. He blinked a couple times almost in disbelief, a faint smile on his face now as a small hint of hope struck him. “Zim!” He gasped, hoping the other would say his name again.

Zim’s shaking hand extended forward toward the barrel of the gun now. He gripped onto it roughly, effectively crushing the metal as if it were made of paper and pinching the barrel close. He gasped weakly as he trembled harder, his head bowed. “R..R-run..D..b..”

Dib’s small smile quickly disappeared in that moment. The tears continued to fall once more as the small amount of hope he had was wiped away now. Of course, the boy knew that now he had to escape before his own bones were crushed liked the gun had been. He dropped the gun and slowly backed away, glancing over his shoulder at the door feet behind him before jumping up and sprinting towards the door. Though, he couldn’t just leave now… He felt like he needed to stay there. He looked back at the Irken as if pondering if he should flee or stay in an attempt to calm him down once more.

The damaged Irken began to raise himself up onto shaky legs, only to fall back down on one knee roughly. He cringed and hunched his body, appearing to be fighting a mental battle with himself and this raging insanity. “RUN!! NOW!!” He shouted firmly, body jolting frown the effort he exerted in getting the demand out. He seemed to be attempting to get the boy away before he broke down again.

Dib let out a cry before making the decision to listen to Zim’s demand and dashed out of the house and down the street as quickly as he could. Of course, this drew attention towards him as the insane child ran sobbing down the road in another one of his mental breakdowns. People practically leaped out of his way, staring at the boy as he ran off. They all truly believed that he was really losing his mind, and still looked terrified of the boy. No one was on his side at this point, absolutely no one. All he had in this world now was a young dog waiting loyally at his home.

Dib burst through his front door, slamming it behind him as he yelled and wandered aimlessly in search for his dog. He wobbled into the living room and made his way towards the couch where his little Einstein sat. He paused a moment before outstretching his arms and kneeling down next to him. “Come here…” He choked out in a pained voice.


Einstein perked up immediately at the sound of his master and panted excitedly, bounding down from the couch to greet him. He paused his stride though and whined, hunching down and tucking his tail in between his legs. He could feel the fear radiating from his master, and it only made him feel frightened.

Dib paused a moment as well and looked down at his dog almost in disappointment. He could sense the puppy’s uncertainty though and he slowly leaned down towards Einstein, reaching out to pet him behind his ear with a trembling hand. “Please.. Come here.. I need you..” he whispered.

Einstein whimpered more before he began to move again, body still lowered closer to the ground and tail between his legs. He crawled into the boy’s lap and whined at him sadly to show he shared his despair. He licked at his cheek lightly, wanting to make his master feel better.

Dib’s arms quickly wrapped around the small dog as he began to sob violently into his soft pelt. His thumbs carressed Einstein as he slowly rocked back and forth, attempting to regain himself and return back to the little sanity he still possessed.

The two remained that way for quite some time until Dib had cried himself into exhaustion, leaving them fast asleep on the floor. The night would prove to be peaceful and undisrupted, which would seem odd considering all the events that had unfolded. What remained uncertain, however, is what the morning may bring with it.
THERE. YOU PEOPLE HAPPY? THIS IS A LONG ONE SO YOU BETTER BE HAPPY.

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Chapter Sixteen

Dib bit down firmly on his lip before shakily stepping forward and pulling him slowly up the creaky stairs. Since it was dark, he squinted his eyes in an attempt to see a bit clearer in the small amount of light that he had. As he slowly made his way up the stairs, whispering the Irken’s name in an attempt to draw him out from his hiding place. In a situation such as this, Dib preferred to know where Zim was rather than him be out of sight with the possibility of a surprise attack.

After a minute of crawling painfully slow up the stairs, he finally made it to the top with the sight of the illuminated room at the end of the hallway; the same room his sister’s decomposing body lay on the metal table.That light was still on, but there weren’t any sounds. Either the Irken was being especially quiet, or he wasn't there at all.

Dib’s feet were planted deeply where he stood, hesitating to go any closer to the room. Memories and dreadful images of what lay in that room began to torture him again the longer he stood staring at that room. He wouldn’t budge any further towards the room now, so he began to make small noises to try and coax the other from wherever it was that he was hiding.

Zim was not coming or responding to the sounds, not even with hisses or gurgles that he usually made. It was just quiet, but there was a small shift in the shadow in the room at the end of the hall.

Dib squinted his eyes a bit more as the shadow shifted. He remained completely still for about thirty seconds before his undying curiosity got the best of him and he forced his foot forward in a small step. Before his mind even had a moment to protest, he was stepping silently towards the dreaded room ever so slowly as not to cause anymore noise. The closer he got, the more he could see the shadow moving. Back and forth, but it never seemed to shift to get up and leave the room.

Dib was in front of the doorway now, though he stood off to the side just so his left eye poked around the corner to look into the room. He breathed slowly and quietly as he took in everything he saw now.

Zim was in there, in full view as he stared off at the wall. And there lie Gaz's body, parts eaten away and her clothing in shreds. The deranged Irken's hand shakily moved through her hair, petting it back slowly as he stared at the wall.

The chilling scene caused Dib’s eyes to widen and his mouth the gape slightly, a small chill running down his spine. His breathing grew a little stiff and shallow for a moment but it had never gotten too loud as to give his position away.

Zim seemed too busy with the female though, stroking over her hair. The normal purple color was matted together with dried blood, her fierce aggression no more. Zim leaned down to her neck, almost seeming to be kissing it at first glance.

Though horrified, Dib couldn’t help but be a little curious as well. The scene was almost sentimental, though horrible nonetheless. He couldn’t help but wonder what was going through Zim’s deranged mind in this moment, or even if anything was going through his mind at all.

It was strange to see the calm in the beast after brutally killing her. He continued to stroke her hair, face pressed slightly to her cut neck as his lekku lowered back almost in a soothed manner.

Dib wasn’t focused on his sister’s mangled body now, but more on the Irken’s state now. Zim combed through her hair almost affectionately as he laid there. Maybe a small part of his surviving conscious forced him to feel a bit of remorse toward his actions.

Even as he avoided gazing at Gaz’s body, the stench was something that just couldn’t be ignored. Dib had held himself from causing too much of a fuss over it, but now it was unbearable. As much as he tried to hold back, he couldn’t suppress the audible gag that escaped his throat. His eyes widened as all of his movement ceased as he knew Zim surely took notice of such a disturbance.

Zim's head snapped up at the sickened sound, seeming startled to find him slipping in under the radar. His lekku quirked back up as his lips parted in a snarl, crawling over his sister as he never took his eyes from him. He then sprang from the table, screeching as he tackled the human out to the hallway.

Dib let out a small squeal as the other lunged onto him. He kept his balance for three steps until he finally collided with the floor violently, grunting in pain as the back of his head hit harshly against the surface. The boy’s eyes opened wide and they flicked back and forth as he looked for the Irken.

Zim growled as he crawled to him, lekku still perked as he eyed him dangerously. He soon molded to his body in a similar way he had with Gaz, his hand shakily stroking that scythe lock there.

Dib began to panic a little, the rate of his breathing increasing slightly. He dared not to even blink his eyes now as he lay helplessly in the other’s grip. Zim pressed his face to his neck like he did with Gaz, giving a sound like a distressed whine as he clutched him. It was almost like he felt very trapped and depressed, only wanting a hug to soothe his poor broken mind.

In a way, Dib could almost feel this sense of depression and forced himself to calm down for Zim’s sake. Though, he was still on edge and didn’t allow himself to move a muscle, only to calm his breathing.

Zim breathed heavily into his neck, seeming very distressed as he clutched onto him. It must be different from holding a cold corpse, as he rubbed his face against his neck as if to nuzzle it.

After a minute more or so of no attacks, no biting or threats to claw his face off, Dib allowed his body to go almost completely lax in Zim’s arms and closed his eyes. It was odd... He didn’t feel there was a threat now. If anything, he felt more relaxed with the other now, more so than he had in quite a while.

Zim seemed less tense the second Dib loosened his body. Without the belief that the other would spring on him, he was actually pretty gentle. His arms loosened from their desperate grip to a similar calm hold like he had with Gaz. The way his behavior fluctuated was almost medically fascinating.

Dib inhaled stiffly before opening his eyes to look back up at the other. After a minute of going back and forth through all of the stupid ideas in his mind, he lifted a hand and very lightly placed it on one of Zim’s, almost in a way to try and comfort him. He hoped this wouldn’t provoke an attack though..

Zim looked up sharply at this, staring at him almost fearfully. He didn't seem to want to fight today, and was almost pleading him with his eyes not to.

Dib was aware in the small shift of Zim’s behaviour now, his thumb running ever so smoothly over the other’s hand. “It’s... Alright...” He whispered almost inaudibly.

Zim breathed a bit heavily, as if fearing what the other was going to do. One second, he wanted to kill him and destroy his sanity, while the next he wanted to hold him. Maybe the pills were stabilizing Dib's mind, which in turn was starting to stabilize Zim.

What if Dr. Gaul had been right after all?

Even with Zim’s slight fear, Dib stuck firm to his attempt to reassure him and continued to stroke the other’s hand with his thumb.

As he lay here, he couldn’t help but try and put all of the pieces together his head. Everything the doctor had told him just made so much sense now. Zim was appearing less frequently, and now he seemed to be calm and almost affectionate in a way. But this couldn’t all just be in his head.. It was all too real to just be a delusion... Especially this moment. Dib tried to force the thought away though as it began to distress him again and he didn’t want to upset the deadly Irken which held him in his arms now.

Zim eventually calmed enough to resume the creepy cuddling. He held him close and breathed into his neck. This would also call into question his psychiatrist's accusation of him being a little homosexual. Of course, the fact that Dib was actually somewhat enjoying this moment only heightened the chance of this being a correct accusation. And to his memory, he could actually recall a few times where the boy had found Zim somewhat.. Intriguing. Of course, he didn’t exactly know why he felt this way at times, but he wouldn’t deny now that there was some sort of attraction in the past.

Zim continued to hold onto him, portraying that he didn't want to let him go anytime soon. One hand continued to pet his head, while he kept his lips at his neck, as if contemplating whether to kiss or bite.

Dib closed his eyes lightly, breathing deeply and slowly in an attempt to keep the other from biting the soft flesh there. His thumb never stopped caressing the Irken’s hand almost in the way he had rubbed Einstein’s cheek to calm him down.

It was strange as it seemed to have the same effect on him as the dog. His eyes even closed after a moment as he laid there against him. It would be the perfect opportunity to kill him and be rid of the horror, but no matter how badly Dib wanted this nightmare to be over, there was no way he could bring himself to kill Zim. Just the very thought of him being dead scared him, so this was out of the question. Dib simply sat there in the deadly alien’s arms, completely vulnerable to any surprise attacks.

Zim gave a sound, almost like he was trying to purr, but also sounding like he was in the middle of drowning. He opened his jaws and bit into his neck, but not very hard.

At this, Dib’s eyes opened slowly and he looked over to Zim in a bit of discomfort. Even though the grip was soft, he wasn’t too fond of the razor sharp teeth being clamped on such a vital part of his body. His thumb continued to caress the others hand though, as if this were the only thing keeping him at bay. But, Zim's teeth never actually broke the skin as he held the sensitive flesh captive between the razors. He nibbled lightly, sending light tingles through the skin as though he might break it. This caused the boy to shiver slightly in the others grasp, sighing slightly in an attempt to keep himself calm for both of their sakes. He was in no mood to fight today either, and he was determined to keep the other calm as long as he could.

It almost seemed like a love bite now as he flexed his jaws to prick it gently. He tightened his hand in his hair almost painfully as he grabbed a fistful.

At this sudden grip, Dib let out a small squeak and clenched his eyes firmly shut again. He naturally leaned into the other now as well, as if anticipating more.

Zim growled lowly, but it didn't sound too threatening. He moved down to his collarbone and bit, handling him a bit rougher than he did Gaz. Dib opened an eye at this and took a deep breath and gripped the others hand slightly tighter, as if silently pleading for him not to harm him now.

Zim growled again as he pushed his hand down into the carpet to keep it there. Maybe this is how it had started off with Gaz; Zim trying to reach her through somewhat struggled kind touches, and Gaz was too violent and moody to accept that and fought him, which resulted in her death.

Dib remained calm, however, as he refused to end up with the same fate his sister faced. He let out a small sigh, which seemed to be mixed with a whimper as he pressed into the other again.

Zim soon relaxed his roughness again as he still held a fistful of hair, but more like a lover would do while in a heated make out session. He pressed the smooth area where his nose would be to the others neck and rubbed it gently.

Dib leaned his head back slightly at this touch. He still wasn’t able to wrap his mind around the fact that he was laying here with this monster and he hadn’t turned to hurt him yet; it was hard to tell what was going on in that malfunctioning brain. He seemed to almost believe Dib was a close friend, even lover with how gentle he was being currently. It was strange to see such a rough and violent alien be so... tender.

Even though Zim was tender now, his mood could turn at any moment and he could easily rip the him to shreds, and he was well aware of it. The worst part of it all was that Zim was hard to read in this insane state of mind, so an attack was nearly undetectable. Dib began to wonder now if this were some kind of trap, but he enjoyed this moment of peace between them nonetheless.

Zim soon got a bit more aggressive and began handling him a bit rougher. He crawled over Dib so he was staring down at his face, his own still that same blank one. "IB..." He muttered as he clutched the front of his shirt, unsure if he wanted to shake him to pieces or hold him close. Of course, this sudden turn worried the boy and he tensed for a moment, his eyes widening to stare into those hollow eyes. He remembered that he needed to remain calm though and took a deep breath, his body loosening again when he exhaled.

Zim still clutched onto his shirt tightly, though his outer shell began to crack away just from the expression on his face. He seemed to look almost depressed, lowering his head and pressing it into his chest, trembling weakly.

Dib’s eyes flicked down towards the other now, staring at him with some concern for both himself and Zim. Being in Zim’s arms was worrisome enough, but now with the Irken on top of him like this he was even more vulnerable and he wanted to get out of this position as soon as he could. After several minutes passed without a single sound from Zim, Dib raised a trembling hand up and very lightly touched the back of Zim’s head, whispering very quietly, “Z-Zim..?”

With that, Zim began to scream. He leaned his head back as he screamed, trembling and seizing his body up simultaneously. He continued his horrifying meltdown for about ten minutes before he went limp again. After such a long time of Zim screaming at an ear-splitting volume, Dib was almost disoriented when he had gone quiet again. He was completely helpless now; a sudden movement now was sure to spark an attack from Zim, especially after such a violent tantrum. Dib lightly placed his shaking right hand on the others shoulder, rubbing it hesitantly with his thumb like he had been doing before in an attempt to keep him calm.

Zim wheezed for a moment, seeming to be out of breath. He suddenly squeezed onto Dib's hand, as much as he could manage. He muttered something unheard, trying to get it out of his lungs with the last bit of air present.

"H..p..."

Dib winced at the tight squeeze, but the small pain was soon forgotten at the sound of the other’s attempt to speak. His eyes widened and his breathing turned to small pants as he tried to decipher exactly what the Irken had tried to say. He took a deep breath before ever so slowly sitting up as not to startle to the other. He supported Zim with his free hand so he remained on his lap as he sat upwards. Soon, the two were staring eye to vacant eye. After getting over the small shock of those shallow eyes, Dib tilted his head slightly as he remembered what the other had attempted to gargle. “W-what did y-you say...?” He asked quietly.

Zim gripped onto his collar again, panted harshly. He looked up at him, a faint spark of his old self appearing for no more than a mere second as he shouted at him. "HELP ME!!!"
And if these were titled, I would call this one something lame like "In the Monster's Lair" or something. XD

Creepy cuddle time. >3 I actually loved imagining this scene when we wrote it out the first time! It's about to get really, REALLY sad though in the next chapter so be prepared. ;-;

Long one! Hopefully you guys like it. XD

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Chapter Fifteen

After hours of seemingly endless play, Dib and his small puppy finally fell asleep on the living room floor only to be awoken by the sun only a couple hours later. Dib groaned in annoyance as the rays shone in through the window, reaching for a blanket next to him to place over his face. Einstein stretched a bit with a yawn as he curled up under his neck where it was warmer. It seemed like nothing could disturb the two.

Dib lay silently now and enjoyed the peaceful moment, his mind almost completely clear of thought for the first time in quite a while. However, the thought of Zim still managed to creep its way into his mind, for he began to wonder where the alien was or what exactly he was doing since there hadn’t been a trace of him in a couple days. The thought was short lived though as he managed to push the thought aside and focus again on his small friend. Even though the small dog was a lot of work, he had no regrets in bringing him home; he provided both affection and means of distracting his mind from the horrors he had experienced.

After a few more minutes of lying quietly on the floor, Dib finally uncovered his face only to see the room in shambles. His jaw hung a little as he sat up and scanned the room, staring down on the puppy, whom had rolled into his lap, and shot him a glare.

Einstein had apparently been up after a while, as the living room was trashed. The throw pillows had been chewed to shreds, the carpet had been torn and dirtied with pawprints, and he had even gone through the trouble of leaving his master a surprise in his boot.

“Einstein!” Dib barked in a stern tone, “If you needed something why didn’t you just wake me up?!”

Einstein whimpered as he shouted at him, curling up in a frightened ball again. He wet the carpet once again, which only chalked up another mess he had to clean.

Dib’s expression softened despite of the extra mess since the screaming probably didn’t help matters. He sighed with the hint of a grunt and pulled Einstein away from the damp spot, rubbing his cheek softly before running to the kitchen and getting supplies to clean the mess. On his way to the kitchen though, he made his way to the end table where the open bottle of pills sat. He reached down for two of the small tablets laying on the surface with some hesitance and reluctance. He stared down at them intently, like he always did, before throwing them into his mouth and swallowing them down.

As he collected the cleaning supplies and made his way back to the living room where he began to scrub the recently dampened spot on the living room carpet. As he did this, he began once again to think about Zim, though it was through indirect thought.

He had started to question his own sanity now. Since taking the pills, there had been almost no sign of Zim. But even more so, there was no sign of Gaz either, whom he was sure was killed by Zim. Her disappearance, however, could easily be explained as a means to avoid her brother by remaining at a friends house for a while. What if Zim really was just a delusion of his own unsettled mind after all?

The scrubbing motions of the rag on the floor came almost to a stop now as he comprehended this conclusion, seeming to stare through the carpet as he began to bite his lip lightly. Perhaps that doctor wasn't quite as ignorant as he had seemed. Maybe he did really understand what was going on, and it was really Dib who had no control over this Zim.

If this were true, that could only mean one thing; Zim had never even existed in the first place. All these years he would have been chasing nothing and screaming at no one. Everyone would have seen that he was just talking to himself and grabbing at thin air when he would go to grab the alien by his collar... And even being the one to murder his own sister. These last few years would have been nothing but lies and deceptions; his own mind working against him.

And what about all of those crazy things that he had done? Were things such as when he piloted Mercury and saw the Plookesians with Dwicky things his sick mind had created to further satisfy this Zim character?

Dib began to tremble now as the thought became more realistic to him now as it sank in. His shaky hands slowly released the rag between them to tightly grasp the hair on the sides of his head. Zim couldn’t be fake... He had to be real...

After a few moments, Dib began to breath sharply in a slight panic as he rose to his feet and began to pace the room. He mumbled to himself as he tried to convince himself that Zim was real and that this wasn’t just a delusion.

Einstein watched him pace back and forth curiously as his master muttered. He lowered his ears and whimpered as he could sense his distress, sure that it was still toward his actions.

To try and appease this idea that Zim was real and that his sister really was dead, Dib stumbled for the phone on the end table across the room and began to dial his sister’s phone number furiously. He practically indented the number keys of the phone against his cheek now, waiting eagerly and desperately for an answer.The phone rang as it normally did, as if she would answer at any second in annoyance.

"This is Gaz, leave your name and number. If you keep calling me though, I'll punch your skull in, that goes for anyone trying to sell me anything. And especially YOU Dib." The growl of her recorded voice to leave a message threatened.

Though he wasn’t expecting a call back, Dib began to choke out a few words after the message had finished playing. “G-Gaz... Call me back.. P-please..” he pleaded before slowly returning the phone to the receiver. Afterwards, he began his pacing and murmuring once more, glancing over at Einstein every now and then.

Einstein would perk up at the glimpse, then lower his ears again as he turned away again. He whimpered a bit at him, wondering why he was so distressed.

Two more minutes passed before Dib came to a stop in front of his dog and leaned down, reaching a trembling hand towards him and running his thumb down his cheek. He forced a weary smile on his face and spoke eerily. “D-don’t worry about me... I’m just worried is all..” He whispered before the smile on his face disappeared and he stood again to continue his pacing.

Einstein tilted his head as he continued to pace. He panted and began to walk with him, nipping his ankles when he turned to pace back to the same spot again.

Fifteen minutes passed and there had been no phone calls or any sign of his sister. This had to mean that she was dead... That Zim really did kill her. He couldn’t have been imagining something as horrific as that...

Dib turned his attention back to his dog, staring a moment before speaking up. “You.. Want to go for a walk?”

Einstein looked up at him, yipping excitedly as he bounced around in happiness, which was an obvious sign that he was more than fond of the idea.

Dib’s weary smile returned to his face as he watched the other hop around. Moments later, he wandered upstairs to grab a new shirt, his trench coat and another pair of black boots. Once he returned, he clipped the leash on Einstein’s collar and made his way eagerly out of the door and down the sidewalk.

Einstein matched his eager step as he wanted to splash around in every puddle the rain last night had made. The puppy’s happy attitude seemed to settle the boy now as he began to giggle at the other’s playful splashes. That is, until they had gotten close to Zim’s house.

Dib came to a halt, his eyes widening at the sight of the chilling house. His hands began to tremble now the longer he stood here, shaking the leash connecting him to Einstein as well. Einstein immediately would not budge and whimpered as he looked to the house. A dog could sense danger a mile away, and he knew there was not safe.

At the sound of the whimpers, Dib looked down at the dog with almost a look of sorrow. “I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have brought you here..”

Einstein whined and cried more as he reared up on his hind legs, trying to convey that they should be running away. He didn't like where he was and he didn't want his master there either.

Dib leaned down and pulled Einstein close to him, holding his head in his hands and rubbing the sides of his face tenderly with his thumbs with means to settle him.

“I.. I have to go in there, boy..” He whispered silently. “But I’ll bring you home and then I’ll be back for you, alright?”

Without the puppy’s consent, Dib scooped him in his arms and jogged back to his house swiftly. Einstein seemed relieved to get out of that area, not squirming in Dib's arms as he let him carry him. However, when he sat him down and tried to leave without him, Einstein began to whimper and cry again as he bit into his pants leg.

At this, Dib leaned back down at pulled the other to his chest in a small hug, closing his eyes for a moment before speaking lowly. “I’ll be back, Einstein. I filled your bowls and I left you a few blankets to sleep on and newspapers for you to use.” He paused a moment before speaking again. “I promise you I’ll be back.” He pulled the puppy away and leaned forward to plant a kiss atop his forehead, then stood and headed towards the door and down the sidewalk towards Zim’s house once more. When he shut the door, he could hear the dog howling inside sadly for him. There was desperate scratching on the other side of the door and unhappy barks protesting for him to come back.

Though it was difficult, Dib ignored the cries and barks, pressing on towards Zim’s base hurriedly. Once he had reached the house, Dib repeated the same routine of glancing through the cracked door, though he wasn’t quite as quiet for he was more anxious today to reassure himself of Zim’s existence.

There was still dried blood caking every surface of the living room. He could clearly see a trail even where his sister had surely been dragged and killed. It didn't seem like a delusion after all.

The overwhelming sensation of fear quickly hit the boy now as he stood in the front of the house, breathing deeply and inhaling the horrible stench within the house now. He gagged a bit, but collected himself as he slowly made his way to the bottom of the stairs and looked upwards, listening intently for any sounds from the rooms above.

There weren't any sounds from the deranged Irken, and there weren't anymore screams of horror or pain. For now, there was only silence.
FINALLY I UPDATED DEAR GOD. :faint:

So sorry it's been slow! I finally had a free day so I worked on this with :iconinvader-neo:. :3 I hope you guys like it! I will try and upload another chapter as soon as I get free time again.

Enjoy. >3

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Chapter Fourteen

Dib clung to his new friend almost as if he weren’t planning on letting him go. He pressed his face into the soft fur, his face strained with a permanent smile for he was quite glad that for the first time in his life, he had found something that seemed to care for him.

After a moment, he spoke to little Einstein. “You want to go to the park?” he questioned as he reached for the leash and clipped it to the dog’s collar before standing up. He headed towards the front door and opened it, looking back at the other.

Einstein was ahead of him though as he ran out of the door yipping, only to be choked briefly by the leash around his neck. He stumbled back a bit and shook his pelt out, looking back at Dib and yipping.

Dib replied to this by taking off in a slow jog, closing the door behind them. Soon enough, the park was in sight. As predicted, the park was rather empty on account that school was still in session and mostly everyone was at work. As he passed by the swings, he couldn't suppress the memory of the Irken sitting in one of them, staring eerily at his feet. This imaged was soon chased away though as Einstein was jumping around at Dib's side and barking excitedly at the open space. He grabbed his leash between his teeth, tugging on it with a small growl.

The boy raised a brow and looked down at the puppy as he was snapped from this memory, leaning down and gripping the leash’s clip in his hand. “You won’t run away if I let you go, will you?”

Einstein barked and pawed at his pants leg, only seeming interested in frolicking with the human. He yipped happily as he saw him reach for his leash.

Dib smiled and hummed lightly in confidence that the other would stay and quickly unclipped the leash from Einstein’s collar. He stood and walked forward, patting his leg twice to signal the other to follow.

Einstein yipped excitedly as he scampered after him, tail wagging furiously. A few kids looked over at the yips of an obvious puppy, as everyone like a good pup. Einstein bit Dib's pants leg and tugged, thrashing his head with a playful growl. The boy chuckled and shook his leg playfully until the puppy lost his grip and jogged a couple steps forward. He stopped and turned to face the dog, leaning over and whistling once.

Einstein yipped as he bounded after him happily. He tackled him gleefully, wagging his tail as he licked his face repeatedly with delight.

Dib scooped the other in his arms again, holding him close and burying his face in the fur once again. He couldn’t remember a time he had been this happy, but he only knew he was very glad to have brought this dog with him and for the fact that his mind had been cleared of those horrible memories now.

After another moment, he set the dog down on the ground and stood, examining the park until his eyes landed upon the thick woods toward the back. He headed towards them and whistled for the other to follow, figuring both he and Einstein would find this place a bit more enjoyable.

Einstein barked happily, running around in a circle with over enthusiasm. He continued to yip and bounce around happily, just wanting to run around and burn off his energy. After observing this, Dib took off in a slow jog so the other could run after him, then he quickened his pace into a slow sprint since the puppy seemed to be keeping up rather well.

They dodged trees and jumped over logs until they ended up popping out on the other end of the park. Dib bent over, panted heavily as they had been running for quite a while. Einstein was still bouncing around excitedly though. He yipped as he saw him bent over, bouncing as he tried to nip at his hands happily.

Dib chuckled lightly, reaching down to collect his puppy in his arms once more.  “You have too much energy.” He said in between pants, seeking out a bench and walking towards it to rest for a moment.

The puppy panted as he squirmed in his arms. He yipped happily as he looked up at him, leaning up and trying to gnaw at his glasses.

Dib snorted and pulled his head away, frowning down at the other. “You can’t eat those!” He chuckled as he reached the bench. When he sat, he rested the puppy in his lap and grabbed hold of the small paws, waving them around playfully which caused Einstein to yip happily and bounce in his lap. He nipped at Dib's hands and growled in a playful manner.

Dib smirked at this, leaning down a little as if to try and intimidate the other. “Your little puppy teeth don’t scare me.” He said lowly as he continued to move the others' paws around.

Einstein growled without any threat in it as he bit at his nose. He still had sharp little puppy teeth though, which hurt to some degree, but they certainly weren't Irken grade.

Dib pulled back, wincing a little as the small pain worked it’s way through. However, he wasn’t upset by this and he smiled down at the other. “I guess I deserved that.” Before he could say anything more though, a low rumble of thunder growled through the sky as a storm had begun working its way towards them. He didn’t bother clipping the leash back on Einstein’s collar, feeling confident the other would follow, and put him back on the ground. He then stood and began to head out of the park. “Come on boy..” He mumbled.

Einstein yipped excitedly as he scampered down and tumbled in a somersault as he got over himself too quickly. He shook himself off after getting to his paws, chasing after Dib.

As the thunder continued to grow louder and more frequent and Einstein caught up to him, Dib quickened his pace since he was in no mood to be rained on. Einstein yelped, tucking his tail between his legs as he scampered ahead of Dib. It was obvious that he didn't like thunderstorms either.

To make the trip move a bit quicker, Dib scooped the puppy in his arms and headed out of the park in a slight sprint. He broke out in a full run once small raindrops began to fall, making it back to the house just in time before the rain began to pour violently from the sky.

Einstein whimpered and barked sadly at the rain, trembling in Dib's arm. And sadly, the puppy wasn't house trained, so he had no problem releasing his bladder nervously on Dib's shirt. He hadn’t noticed at first, but as soon as the warm liquid made its way through the fabric he jumped and pulled the puppy away from his chest. “D-don’t do that!” He snapped as he placed the dog on the ground and disappeared into the kitchen for a moment. He returned later with a wad of newspapers and spread them across a spot on the floor, placing Einstein on it. “This is where you go.”

Einstein whimpered and lowered his head as he was scolded. He hadn't known any better, he was just a little puppy that got frightened by the thunder.

Dib stripped off his coat and shirt and threw them to the side. He looked down at his dog, who was obviously feeling some shame, and sat in front of him quietly. He outstretched and hand and put a finger under his chin to lean his head up softly, smiling down at him. “I’m not mad, Einstein. You just know for next time.” he said in a benevolent tone.

Einstein whimpered softly up at him from being previously in trouble. He licked his hand tentatively a few times to make sure it was truly okay. With that, Dib reached with his other hand to softly run it across the dog’s cheek softly as if to reassure him. “Everything is alright.”

After a moment, Dib reached for the bowl and small bag for dog food and poured some just in case he was hungry. Once the bowl was full, he stood and walked towards the couch, collapsing upon it with a sigh as he listened to the silent beats of the raindrops on the roof.

There was the sound of puppy kibble being crunched by tiny teeth, which was an improvement from the silence. There was the sound of scattering paws before Einstein leaped onto the couch on his chest, causing the boy to wince as the claws dug lightly into his bare skin. He smiled after a moment and reached up to stroke the soft pelt of the dog in an attempt to get him into a sleeping state of mind. The boy was rather tired from all of the running today and a peaceful sleep was much desired.

Einstein didn't seem to want him to sleep though as he sat on him. He tilted his head to the side when he saw him trying to sleep and started to pant. He leaned down and pressed his cold nose to his chest.

Dib jumped a bit at the slight chill from the others' nose and propped himself up on his arm, smiling down at Einstein. “Alright,” Dib murmured as he swung his legs over the side of the couch. “We can stay up a bit longer.”

And with that, the troubled teen found himself awake most of the night, taking condolence in the only dear friend he had in his broken life.
Awe more puppy love. C: Isn't this just the most adorable thing you have ever read in your entire lives?!

Ohh just you people wait. More horror to come! But some nice relief with the dog is much needed and I enjoy this part very very much. c: We merged our posts a lot in this one so I think it reads rather smoothly.

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IZ 'IB'
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So here it is! I am finally working on this for those of you who've been so patient. I am working on making this flow a bit better so please excuse its immense length since I have been adding a lot. I hope you guys enjoy chapter one and the rest of the story once I can get around to posting it! I am writing Dib's parts and Invader-Neo is writing Zim's. I haven't edited much of hers because she writes like a boss!


Chapter One

Everyone in the skool building knew it was a scientific law that when there was Zim, there was always oddities and inevitably, screaming. These screams were usually on resulting in either anger and denial at anything that could have been brought to his attention that he felt were threatening to his position and mission, or from absolutely anything that came out of his arch enemy's, Dib's, mouth. And both these oddities and screams were the very things that defined what Zim was to these humans as much as his PAK defined him as an Irken. He had been doing both of them lately, but none of them could be defined as Zim like at all. The oddities had gone from the way he held his spork-full of food away from himself to the way his head rolled slightly to the side after a full minute of not even the slightest of twitches. And the screams had all but stopped, and even when they came, no one heard them as they always sounded like his lungs were full of water; gurgling sounds with small chokes escaping between them. It was almost admittedly concerning that the Irken seemed almost brain dead at this point.

And today was no different than the days this behavior started. Those fake contacts stared down at the table for a long time, completely motionless before his hand zapped forward and snatched his spork tightly, as if someone had tried to steal it away from him. He lifted it up, as if to stab it into whatever brown mush the skool had served today, but seemed to miscalculate as it only wound up embedded in his own hand carelessly.


There was one boy who had known Zim since the day he made his way through the doors of that skool. Dib was his name, and he knew when this 'green kid' was being his normal 'Zim-ish' self and when there was something off about him. No one except Dib cared enough to actually notice the odd behaviours coming from Zim lately and if anything, it scared the boy more than anything. Dib spent every waking second watching the other now, unlike times before where he was a lot less aggressive when it came to watching the alien.

Dib watching him across the cafeteria now with his eyes glued on everything Zim was doing. Several times he had considered approaching him and perhaps try and question him about why he was acting so strangely, but for some reason he could never bring himself to do it. He felt like that would spark some other insane behaviour and quite frankly, Dib didn't want to be a part of that. Instead, he continued to study the other through narrow eyes, taking in every movement and every sound made by him


For the longest time, silence fell over the table with the lone invader sitting there staring at that spork. He gave a short, ear splitting and obviously inhuman screeching noise before his face fell hollow again. He simply ripped the spork out after that, a translucent pink color on the tips where it had met flesh, and then blood under it. He brought it to his lips, the tip of his tongue tasting his own blood a moment before setting it down again as if the entire situation were normal.

It took the boy several moments to comprehend what he had just seen and that ear-wrenching screech echoed endlessly through his head. He glanced around for a moment to see if anyone had at least heard that, but no one even flinched. Dib didn't pay much mind to this fact as he turned his attention back towards Zim, staring intently at that hollow look on his face.

It was then that he finally worked up the courage to stand and approach Zim. He could feel beads of sweat form on his forehead as he walked rather slowly towards the other as if he were trying to avoid startling him in any way. The boy felt he would deeply regret this decision, but he just had to know what was going on with Zim after the months of seeing him go into a downward spiral.

Once he had finally approached the table, he took a moment to study Zim. It was the first time he had actually been this close to him in a long time and the first thing he noticed was the blank look on his face.  It seemed to stare beyond anything in front of him and it surrounded the boy in an aura of so many dark feelings he had never felt before. He attempted to block out those feelings now as he slammed both of his hands on the table in front of Zim rather harshly.

"O-okay, Zim. What's going on?" He asked rather quietly, completely opposite of how he would've addressed Zim in a normal circumstance.


The slamming echo of hands coming in contact with the table didn't even make the unsuspecting Irken blink in slight flinch as he was too busy wherever his mind had slipped now. Suddenly, those blank eyes grew wider as his lids stretched wider before he grabbed Dib's arm in a vice grip. Sharp talons latched into his arm as he pulled him toward him, as if trying to lure him into his very death by the wild stare he was giving him with the very slight whine of a single held out vowel of a laugh, the 'e' taking on an tone that should not be able to be held steady at such a low volume.

Dib hadn't even a moment to blink before his arm was in a death grip with the sharp talons sunk deep into his flesh. He let out a small whine, closing his eyes as he was yanked harshly towards Zim in such a fashion that made his neck jerk back slightly in a whiplash. Once the eerie sound had come from Zim's throat, the boy's eyes opened slowly to see the blank eyes right in his line of sight now. The Irken's horrifying expression was all he could see now and it sent a wave of terror through his body. It was actually the first time he had felt fear of the other, something he never thought he would experience from him.

"Z-Zim..." Dib choked out desperately as the pain in his arm grew more intense by the second.

Zim seemed very determined at this point to rip his arm off though, yanking at it and thrashing it around like a dog might do to a chew toy violently. His yanks were so harsh and jarring it could very well pull his shoulder out of socket, or even his own. He soon let his arm go though, suddenly getting up to his knees and staring up into his face as if seeing him for the first time ever. He bared his teeth at him in a silent fierce motion, his lip curling up to show those sharp, razor-like teeth. The corners of his mouth soon twitched up though into what seemed like a wide, opened mouth smile, but his eyes still remained crazed and wild, as if he truly just wanted to attack him again.

The violent thrashing-motions that Dib had been put through seemed to disorient him as he wobbled about for a few moments when his arm had finally been released. He shivered and reached for his arm where it had been clawed and cupped his hand over it to feel a warm liquid was coating it. He closed his eyes and cursed under his breath as his hand reached up to rub his aching shoulder while the other worked his way up to his knees. After Dib had opened his eyes to see that grimacing smile on Zim's face, he jumped back a little in pure shock  as this was an expression he would have never imagined to ever see on anyone's face. Now it seemed that he was frozen where he stood, not daring to make any sudden movements or sounds rather than the rapid breathing that shook him lightly.

Zim's mouth soon fell into a small 'o' shape as he stared at him, seeing that the human had not made another movement. He suddenly recoiled from him with a face of horror, before swiping hard at him and catching his cheek with his talons. "AWAY!!! AWAY!!!" He screeched, as if struggling to express what he wanted into words.

Again, Dib hadn't any time to even blink before he was struck again. He fell back a little more as his hand migrated from his shoulder and up to his cheek, pressing it against the flesh for a moment before bringing it down to examine the crimson that dotted it now. This only increased his already panicked state as he looked back up to Zim through wide eyes, the rate of his breathing increasing.

Zim let his head fall to the table with a loud "THWACK" as he shuddered momentarily. A stream blood trickled around his forehead until there was a small pool around the area of his head. As soon as the lunch bell rang, his head rose again, but he made no movements to get up and leave with the flocking students. He seemed to have gone away again to wherever his mind had been.

The sound of the bell seemed to snap Dib out of focus as he stared wildly at the students pushing past him. After some time, he had managed to turn away from Zim and walk very slowly away from him as if doing this would result in some other attack. He never made it out of the cafeteria though, stopping in front of the doorway and turning back to look at the other. Again, he croaked out his name once more. "Z-Zim!"

Zim's head slowly turned to face Dib again, though his eyes never focused directly on him, more so through him. Slowly, that grin returned to his mouth and he tilted his head a bit to the side. He began to laugh, hysterically, then it became obviously psychotic as those vacant eyes only seemed to get wider. He got to his feet, still screeching in laughter as he began to approach him slowly.
There! Here is chapter one of the RP between :iconinvader-neo: and I. NOW GET OFF MY BACK ABOUT IT. D<

Nah I kid. XD But Yeah I hope you guys enjoy chapter one! So far putting this one together has been easy since I found the first note.. But it will only get harder from here. :faint:

I edited a lot of my parts. XD

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Chapter Two

Dib found himself completely frozen again as the other approached him slowly. It was almost as if time had just stopped completely as each step created more and more anticipation and fear. He could hardly even bat an eye as his gaze was glued on to Zim with no intention of looking anywhere else.

Zim took agonizingly slow steps to him, the laughing dying down to weak 'e' sounds of an eerie laugh. He stopped when he had reached him, eyes turning wild almost instantly. He leaned forward and continued that grin of insanity, looking like he was a wrong breath away from a total meltdown. "I...want to....." The rest turned into garbled nonsense, but he paused, as if he were waiting for an answer now.

Dib didn't seem to catch on to this though as he was too intently focused on the other's horrifying expression, sending shivers down his spine the longer he stared at it. He considered running, but of course his body wouldn't even allow him to move a finger as he stood perfectly still. It was as if he were playing dead while standing there against the wall.

That smile soon strained more as the other remained quiet. His eyes narrowed faintly as he listened to the silence. "..ANSWER!! ANSWER!!" He suddenly screeched at him, gripping onto his collar and yanking at him so hard it ripped the material. "ANSWER!!!"

The boy's eyes slammed shut at the sudden yank as a small cry escaped his throat. He took a moment to comprehend what was being screamed at him before opening his left eye very slowly, his body tensing up in the other's grip. "I-I don't know what you want.." Dib grumbled through gritted teeth.

Zim seemed even more unhappy with this, screaming as he continued to yank at him. "ANSWER!!!" He shouted as he threw his body weight against him and began tearing at his hair, pulling out small clumps as he did before moved his target to his arm again. Claws sank right back into the skin and flesh of it before he bit down hard and erased that expression momentarily to attempt to tear off a chunk.

Dib gasped deeply as his hair was torn at mercilessly as he didn't even attempt to scream. That is, until his arm was being torn at again. A terrible shriek of pain emanated from his lips as the teeth sunk into his flesh and he thrashed against the grip several times, but it only made his situation worse. Each movement only let the teeth squirm deeper into his soft flesh and the pain was making his desperate to get away. With that, Dib used his free arm to reach under Zim's wig and grab a hold of one of the long antenna that lay under it. Without another moment of hesitation, he yanked down on it several times. Hard.


Zim let go immediately and screeched in pain, collapsing down onto his side on the dirty floor of the cafeteria. His sides heaved with the effort of each individual breath he took, eyes still staring out blankly. "...Away.." He breathed weakly, as if all the air rushed from his lungs all at once.

Dib was finally able to bring himself to move as he wasted no time in throwing himself off of the wall and slamming through the double doors of the cafeteria. He ran as fast as he could through the vacant hallway, not even bothering to enter his class room as he rushed right past it. He found himself at the main entrance of the skool within seconds and slammed right through those as well. Once outside, he stopped to catch his breath and paced around the top step anxiously as he examined the seeping wound on his fore arm, letting out a soft groan as he did so.

"It's fine, Dib.. It's fine." The boy muttered to himself as he checked behind him several times to make sure Zim wasn't behind him.


But now, he had given Zim another motive to come at him again in homicidal rage. He had yanked on the most sensitive organ an Irken possessed, and Zim had clearly expressed he had means of trying to hurt him anyway. It hadn't even taken Zim that long to pull himself back up from the ground, wanting to find the human again. He wanted to say things to him, but in no way would his mind let him. The longer he spoke, the more enraged he became with him.

However, Dib remained outside of the building for several moments. He made himself believe that Zim was still squirming around on the floor and the thought of it seemed to settled him. He continued to check the door though as he stood outside because in the back of his mind he knew Zim had to be close behind him.

"Soon..." He whispered, again to himself, "All of this will be over soon..."

Eventually, when he turned around, there he did stand. Zim gave him the same vacant look, that smile more aggressive now. "IB... BE DEAD..." He forced, looking strained to get it completely out of his throat and past that toxic grin that looked very strained as well now.

Dib jumped and turned around so he was facing the other now. His breathing had begun to grow rapidly again at the sight of the haunting smile on Zim's face. Those words rang through his head several times, but he didn't understand them at first. After a moment, he figured out that 'IB' was in fact him. Somehow, Zim was unable to form the boy's full name, and that only intensified the horror of the sitation now as he comprehended that the Irken wanted him dead. After standing still for a moment, he began to take small steps backward, raising his hands in submission as he did so.

"Z-Zim.. Please.. I know this isn't you.. Y-You don't want me dead.." He protested.

Zim stared for a long time, shakily raising a hand up to himself and weakly pointing. "Zim..." He spoke, that being the easiest thing to come off his tongue. He took small, hobbling steps to keep the distance somewhat the same. "Zim... Ib..." He pointed weakly at him now, that smile coming back again. "Zim... kills..." He spoke, as if it were cheerful, but it came out in a much more sinister tone.

Dib shook his head rapidly a few times as he continued backward down the steps, still speaking in protest. "N-no... You don't want me dead.." He replied with a small and obviously fearful chuckle.

Zim tensed his hands to fists a moment at this. "IB... MUST..." He forced again, seeming to almost be physically hurt through each word he got out. He made it down each step after a small struggle, eyes locked onto Dib. He held both hands up about ear high to his head, holding them out a bit where his shoulders would end. "ZIM... KILLS.."

What else was the boy going to do but run after his life had been threatened? So run he did. He spun again on his heel and made a mad sprint down the sidewalk with no intent on slowing down. Dib didn't think Zim could run, so perhaps he could escape him now. He checked behind him several times as he continued down the sidewalk, dodging everyone in his path.

Despite how slow and clumsy Zim was on his two feet, he was anything but slow on fours. He gave the chase, screeching garbled clashes of words at his retreating form as he only became more frustrated the more he ran.

To his horror, the Irken had started to gain on Dib quicker than he ever thought possible. The boy searched in distress for a place to hide since his body was growing more exhausted the longer he ran. Soon enough, the park came up to his right and he wasted no time in taking a sharp turn into it. He stopped in his tracks once he had gotten down into the middle of it and searched frantically for a place to hide himself. He couldn't climb due to his wounded arm, so he sought refuge in a thick bush near by which of course was covered in thorns. The boy groaned in agony as he adjusted himself inside of the bush so he was completely covered now. He was able to look through the small spaces though as he stared in distress for the Irken who was sure to be close behind him by now.

Zim couldn't skid to a stop quick enough and crashed into a few garbage cans sitting out. He rushed into the park after recovering from his spill, getting back to his feet again. He gave weak cynical laughs as he began to hobble in through the park now, but didn't seem to remember why he was even there. He crossed over to the swings and sat on one, staring at the gravel down below it.

Dib felt a wave of relief as Zim stopped his search now, but there was no way he was going to reveal himself. He found himself staring at the other just as intently as he had earlier in the cafeteria, only this scene was a lot more eerie to watch than the other and just simply creepy. His legs were starting to get sore though from the awkward position he was in so he very slowly adjusted himself, causing the leaves to rustle lowly as he did so. His eyes widened at this and he held his breath, snapping his head up to look at Zim.

Zim looked up sharply at the sound of rustling leaves as a result of his shifting to adjust his position. "KILLS!!" He screeched toward the garden, getting to his feet as if to go straight to where he knew Dib was. But the information was soon all tangled with everything else that was stuck in his mind, and he began looking around now in disorientation.

Dib refused to breath now since the other was so close to him at this point. Though, he was forced to take small gasps as he started to grow rather needy for air. His eyes stayed glued to Zim though, hoping that perhaps he would grow weary of standing here and leave.

Zim didn't seem to get bored though, but what could be described as lost. He hissed weakly with a frustrated cry of anguish as he couldn't figure out where the human had gone to. His mind knew enough to figure out that he would be at his home at some point though. He needed to wait simply, and waiting is something his mind could easily cope with and do without stressing.

At this point, Dib found he would be stuck here a bit longer, and sitting there completely still was starting to wear on his body. He closed his eyes as he tried to block out the pain he was in since running out of the pointed shrub just wasn't an option.

Zim finally lumbered out through where he had found the exit had been now. He could autopilot back to his base for now, but he'd need to struggle to the human's house whenever his mind could fully wrap around the idea. He knew what he wanted and how to do it, but his brain was not sending it correctly to him, but more muddling with the rest of his thoughts. For now, he would sit on the couch beside the broken Gir, whom he had yanked apart days before.

When he was sure Zim was completely gone, Dib pulled himself slowly from the bush, but of course this didn't prevent any of the thorns from catching on to his jacket and ripping through to the skin. Though, this hardly meant anything to him as he sprung out and made another dash towards his house where he had expected Zim to be by now. But from what it seemed, Zim had not come back to his home. There was no telling if he had tried to get into his house after he had left the park, and if he had, there were no marks telling him so.
So I went ahead and made chapter two. XD Though, I am done for the night. But I am having a lot of fun doing this!

From what I know, this one is rather lengthy. Please ignore any typos because I know there were some in the last one that I hadn't caught. XD

Again, I re-wrote mostly all of my parts so I hope they flow a alright!

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If I see any of these copied I swear I'll.... >:U Do stuff.

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Chapter Three

Upon realizing there was no sign of the Irken even making an attempt to get into his house, Dib felt it were safer to be in there now than outside so he rushed towards it in quite a hurry. Once he had burst in the door, he slammed it furiously behind him and turned to lock the door for an extra sense of security. Hopefully Gaz had a key to the house so she wouldn't bother him with her obnoxious banging as she did quite often.

After locking the door, Dib turned his back to it and leaned against it, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself after all of the stress he had endured that day. Unfortunately, he could only think of Zim as he stood there, images of that haunting grin flashing in his memory.

The boy let out a groan of both agony and frustration as he headed towards the downstairs bathroom, pulling out a first aid kit to bandage his wounds before heading up to his bedroom hoping that some relaxation would help to clear his mind. Of course when he flicked the light switch on the wall next to his door, the light bulb in his ceiling fan had burnt out, leaving the room dark except for the cracks of light filtering in through the window. This only led to shadows playing against the wall and moving around on the paint as people walked down the sidewalk or when cars drove by.

Dib just paused where he stood now, almost as he did when he was faced with the Irken, watching the shadows dance along the wall. Finally he was able to move towards his bed and sit quietly on it, though his eyes only returned to the shadows along the wall. He stared at them intently as he adjusted himself towards the headboard of the bed and brought his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs. For a split second, one shadow seemed to take the form of Zim. He blinked and shook his head as if trying to shake off the image. The boy began to chuckle very softly to himself now, though the tone of it was rather eerie and almost deranged.

"It's not real.." Dib whispered out loud to himself.

It was eerily quiet now compared to the loud screeches of Zim at both school and when near Dib. There was no telling when the demented little Irken would make another attempt on him when he was in a state of vulnerability equal to his own mental vulnerability.

Dib was growing more anxious and paranoid by the minute though as he continued to watch the shadows with such intensity. Eventually he had gotten himself out of the bed and began to pace along the floor, reaching up the rub his temples rather roughly as he continued to glance at the shadows almost every five seconds. "You're being ridiculous, Dib." He thought to himself.

That was until one particular shadow on the wall took Zim's head shape pretty straight on. It stayed that way for a while too, even when he blinked. Only when he looked to the window could he see those vacant eyes staring in on him now as he paced, as if he were a starved zombie helplessly watching his prey and unable to break the glass.

The boy closed his eyes in distress for a few seconds, hoping the shadow would be gone by now. Once he had opened his eyes, he found the shadow still lingered, and it seemed to grow more lifelike and horrifying by the second. This sent Dib sliding down to his knees on the floor, almost as if this really were Zim in his bedroom and he was accepting the fact that the other would be tearing him to shreads, letting out a low and drawn out whine as he did so.

Of course then there was the howling of the wind as it picked up in a breeze. It sounded very similar to the rush of air Zim had to let out each time he was recovering from a blank trance, and the harsh force of air out with each word. The sounds resulted in Dib's head snapping around to glare wildly at the window, pulling himself up to get a better look as if expecting Zim to be on the other side of the glass. Of course, there was nothing.

After another intense moment of staring, Dib turned his attention back towards the wall where the shadow had been, and there was no sign of anything that looked even remotely like the deranged Irken. It had all been a hallucination.

Then there came the scraping on the window from the tree. At any other time, it was barely audible, but with the acute fear, it had amplified itself. Like the sounds of those claws grating against the table to get him to his feet, and the same claws that had wounded him that same day.

The terrible sound made the boy practically jump out of his skin and grab a hold of his wounded arm as if he were protecting the gash from any further attacks. As the branches continued to scrape against the glass, it seemed to grow louder and louder to the point where it was just unbearable. Dib's eyes slammed shut and his palms returned to his ears as he attempted to block out the agonizing sounds, which were still slightly audible though they were muffled. Soon, it had just fell dead silent again. No howling wind, no terrible scraping. Just silence. At this, Dib's eyes opened and his hands lowered as his gaze returned to the window once more.

And then, the crazed Irken really appeared to him. Zim was suddenly thrown against his glass, hissing and banging his fists against the barrier between them. The glass that was keeping the human safe was beginning to crack threateningly.

Just as before, Dib was frozen where he stood, watching the crazed Irken in complete horror as he attempted to break through the glass which he knew would shatter soon enough if Zim continued to bang on it with such intensity. The boy's heart rate increased to the point where it felt it would explode from his chest at any moment.

Zim gave loud screeching sounds as he continued to hit the glass. One hand finally smashed through the glass, arm shoving through the jagged hole and slicing up his arm. He clawed and scraped at the air as a zombie might trying to snatch at their victims, translucent pink blood running down his arm and trickling onto his carpet as he seemed immune to the pain.

Dib backed up very stiffly towards the wall behind him, hitting it within only a few seconds. He continued to stare in horror as his breathing grew to the point where he was hyperventilating and shaking violently where he stood. He murmured lowly to himself, almost like he was trying to comfort himself as the insane Irken scraped mercilessly against the glass.

Zim's other arm thrust through another shattered hold as he tried to reach him. The glass finally gave out and shattered all around him, leaving him hissing and spitting as he crawled through the window like a person needing an exorcism might do. He looked up at Dib, his lips curling up and mouth parting as he gave that smile. He seemed only different in the fact that he had lost his contacts during the struggle, leaving very hollow and blank magenta eyes, completely solid in color.

Dib winced as the other stared at him as if looking at them actually caused him physical pain. His murmurs grew a bit louder and more intense now as he slowly brought his arms over his chest as if preparing himself for an attack. "Z-Zim... Stop.." He spat out in between murmurs in a rather childish tone.

Zim was still wobbly on all fours when he was just standing, causing him to sway. He hissed and threw himself off balance, knocking Dib's nightstand over. "KILLS!!" He screeched at him, having trouble deciding which limb moved first as he half crawled, half dragged himself toward the other like a dying rabid animal.

Then, it was like the boy's instincts finally took over. He needed to either run or fight, and right now he decided to fight. Dib stood tall now, lowering his arms stiffly as he made his way rather angrily towards the Irken. Before either of them had even a moment to draw a breath, Dib had pulled his left leg all the way back behind him and threw it right into Zim's midsection as hard as he could.

The Irken went sprawling out on his floor, hissing with a screech as he twitched and convulsed as if it had thrown him into some kind of seizure. He soon just went completely limp, eyes still wide and mouth parted as if he had just died that way. His chest was almost unseen moving to take breathes, giving the illusion of death.

After seeing that Zim didn't even seem to be breathing now, Dib naturally bent down very slowly to examine the other. That one kick couldn't have been enough to kill him, even though it was very harsh. But Zim seemed to be so unnaturally still now that the boy had come to the conclusion that he just had to be dead. A rather uneasy smile creased his face, and it appeared almost as strained as Zim's had, at the thought of all of this being over so soon.

"It's... Over..." He muttered to himself, his body relaxing quite a bit.

Of course, Zim's death was just an illusion. The second Dib had convinced himself of this, Zim screeched and shot up suddenly. He sank his teeth right into the side of his neck, claws latching onto the sink of his shoulders and feet buried firmly into his stomach in a strange hold.

Dib let out a scream in torment at the sudden attack, losing his balance and falling harshly on his back while the other dug so deeply into his skin. Tears actually began to form in the corners of his eyes at the intense pain that struck his body with such force as each tearing motion just intensified the throbbing discomfort. His hands weakly came up to grab a tight hold of Zim's waist as he tried to pry the alien off of him desperately but only succeeding in pulling the feet off of his stomach.

Zim continued to bite and suckle like a diseased vampire trying to tear out his jugular. His claws sunk down further, as if determined to get right down to touch the bone of his shoulders.

Dib continued to let out screams of agony, even calling for his father and Gaz to come and help him though no one was even home. His breathing grew stiff and shallow as the pain had gotten so intense now he was almost growing numb to it. Again, his instincts finally took over as he pulled both of his hands up to knock off the other's wig and grab firmly to the antennae, ripping at them and digging his fingernails into them very harshly.

Zim's jaws seemed to snap open at that, screech loudly so close to the human's ear. He jerked and convulsed against him, claws swiping at both air and flesh as he was in pain as well. He kicked his legs out in a thrash to try and pry himself away.

In Dib's mind, he felt no mercy now but just even now between them. Zim had caused him pain so now was his time to make the alien suffer as badly as he had. He continued to yank and dig at the antennae with more intensity, not seeming to care about the fact that his skin was being slashed with each swipe of Zim's claws.

Zim finally just stopped all together except for those gurgling messes of screams. Blood ran down from both his arms and antennae, some his own, some of it Dib's.

Dib took this chance to throw the other off of him with a significant amount of force as he pulled himself up from the ground and retreated back against the wall he had come from before. He let out shallow breaths mixed with small whines as he examined the blood seeping from his torn flesh. The pain was becoming more apparent now that he was paying attention to it and he cursed angrily under his breath. The shrill screams coming from Zim seemed to snap him back to the reality of the situation though as he looked back to the other, shivering violently and starting to murmur to himself once more.

Zim weakly dragged himself across his room a moment, screaming in distraught as he left a streak of that foreign blood across his floor. It took him quite a bit of time to claw his way to the window again, pawing at the wall and leaving gouged claw marks down it trying to grab for the windowsill.

The boy was rather frustrated and distressed now and seeing his insane enemy only increased the instinct to attack. Before he had a moment to think a second time about this, Dib was on his feet and rushing towards the other, standing over him a moment before reaching down and picking him up by his collar and slamming him against the wall.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" He screamed at the Irken, mostly in a tone of distress and agony rather than anger. Without realizing it, he pulled Zim off of the wall and slammed him into it again, grabbing his wrists in each hand and pinning them against it. "SPEAK, YOU STUPID SHIT!!!" He shouted, again in a tone of distress.

"AWAY!! AWAY!!" Zim screeched as he convulsed more against the wall as if trying to stroke out again from being slammed so violently. He continued to scream like someone melting slowly from being burned alive, thrashing and even snapping at the others face.

Once more, Dib slammed him against the wall with just as much forced as the last two times. "JUST STOP!!" He wailed in response.

Zim continued to scream as he thrashed and what seemed like tears leaked from his eyes. He never blinked though despite the liquid, and it looked as if it burnt his cheeks where they leaked. "IB...ZIM.." He forced, the rest again melting into choked gargles.

At sight of the tears, Dib's expression and body softened as he stared to him with a look almost of mourning. He stared into Zim's dull eyes, almost longing to see the light pink flecks that used to occupy them before losing his sanity. The thought that the Irken was just so far gone now almost made him sick to his stomach. But why? This was his worst enemy... He would've given anything to see him fall apart before. And somehow he seemed to care for him now. Perhaps Zim was more than he had thought him to be before. Perhaps, Zim had given him a reason to go on. A reason to live.

Dib's eyes closed at this thought as a few tears worked up in his eyes, despite the Irken struggling in his grasp. After a minute, he finally stepped back and released his grip from Zim's wrists, allowing him to fall to the floor. He opened his eyes and watching in agony as he screamed and thrashed on the floor.

Zim seemed too far gone to ever return though, only left in this empty shell of a nightmare body that his PAK was projecting. It was almost cruel to let the Irken just live like this, but there was no getting him down long enough without him screaming or grinning and unnerving anyone out of proper thought.

Dib decided to do nothing now as his mind had wandered too far to even move now. He could only stand as he watched the other in horror, the reality of the situation becoming so clear to him now.

Zim would never be the same, and neither would he.
Ahhh this one is rather violent and creepy...

I had so much trouble trying to piece this one together. XD I got so damned confused!

But I figured it out because I'm a smart cookie.

I love listening to orchestra and piano music while working on this. It gives it a kind of.. Eerily cheerful tone? Just try reading it one day while playing some violin music.

I hope this gives you nightmares! :'D

Thumbnail picture is mine.
Story belongs to :iconinvader-neo: and I. :heart:

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Chapter Four

Soon all of Zim's tremors just seemed to halt. He pulled himself back up onto all fours, extending his head up with his neck still cocked at an awkward angle so he could see Dib's face. He parted his lips into the grin again, beginning to screech out in a single laughter with that eerie 'e' sound again.

The sight of that haunting grin seemed to paralyze the boy as he slowly let himself down to the floor, wrapping himself in a fetal position as he rocked himself very stiffly as if to comfort himself. Violent shivers also shook him as the cackle rung in his ears as they only intensified the dread he was already feeling.

Zim slowly began to drag himself over to him, seeing him as wounded prey now. His limbs still had trouble taking turns, looking even more like a creature in dire need of an exorcism.

Dib's eyes expanded as the other drew closer to him. He didn't blink now since in his mind, blinking only made him made him more vulnerable than he already was, even though he would only lose sight for just a millisecond.

Zim watched him, a crazed smile that if it were a little less insane, could have looked like he was thrilled to see him. "IB.." He spoke slower, as if admiring the way it came out of his mouth. Somehow, the Irken had only recovered a portion of his long time enemy's name. He had up to this point only referred to him as 'IB' now.

Despite the previous fear of taking his eyes off the other, Dib buried his head in his knees as a sort of escape from the blood-curdling simper on Zim's face. The name, IB, rung through his head endlessly, almost accepting it as his real name now since that was the only one he had heard all day.

Zim finally stopped right beside him, dropping right against his side and actually losing consciousness. Those hollow eyes finally slipped closed and his mouth still remained parted. By how he slept, it almost looked like he were just normal Zim taking a snooze. But what lie beyond that sleeping refuge was a nightmare world he had created to live through in the waking world.

It was quiet again, which confused the boy since the last he had seen, Zim was coming at him with intentions to attack once again. He lifted his head very slightly and looked around, seeing no sign of the Irken. That was until he looked down at the floor to see him passed out beside him.

The sight of him sleeping now seemed to all but settle him. The fact that he looked so normal in his sleep, despite the blood that stained his skin and clothing, only added to his distress. He found himself forcing himself to believe that Zim was in fact sane now and that he would wake up as his normal self. It just seemed so real now, even though his breathing was rather uneven and obviously not normal.

Dib couldn't help but smile very weakly at this as he was slowly starting to believe his own fantasy was real. He outstretched a hand and hovered it very closely over Zim's shoulder, though he never let it touch. Instead, he took a moment to run his eyes over the other's body, taking in every detail, mostly his peaceful expression.

Zim's body hadn't changed any except maybe it had become even more lithe than before. And of course, he was covered in blood up his arms and his head. Down his cheeks and from his eyes there was a long straight line of puffed up skin, like a burn from the tears.

Finally, Dib had built up the courage to rest his hand upon Zim's shoulder, rubbing it very softly with his thumb. It wasn't a romantic act, more of just one that resulted from deep concern and longing.

"What happened, Zim?" Dib whispered, expecting the other to respond within several seconds.

Zim only gave a low 'screeee...' sound before remaining quiet and motionless again. Whatever had happened had obviously been enough to send the Irken deep into an irreversible psychosis. This was leading him to harm not only himself, but target Dib as well.

Dib's exhausted smile lingered on his face as his thumb continued to move lightly along Zim's shoulder. He attempted to reassure himself that everything would be fine now as he slipped deeper into his fantasy that the Irken would wake to be normal again, even though he was anything but normal before. He took in a deep sigh and rest his chin on his knees as he continued to watch the other.

But by the way Zim gripped his wrist now in his slumber seemed anything but reassuring. He'd always been maniacal before, and now he was maniacally insane. Now his new mission seemed to shift to destroying Dib, or IB as he claimed him to be.

This action snapped the fantasy from Dib's mind now as he could sense this as a dangerous grip rather than one of comfort. At this, the boy seemed to accept his fate as Zim's target. It was almost funny to think about actually... He had been pursuing the Irken for many years, waiting for the day he had finally cornered him. Now, the roles seemed to switched as it was Zim who was waiting for the day to finally catch 'IB' as he called him.

The boy whimpered as he pulled at his arm, trying desperately to escape the grip without waking Zim.

Zim's eyes shot open and he tightened his hold on Dib's arm significantly. "IB..." He screeched again, yanking to try and pull his arm out of socket a second time today.

Dib squealed in pain as his arm was pulled about, actually hearing a few small cracks which brought short shots of pain along with them. "STOP!" He pleaded in a cracked voice.

Zim bared his teeth to him, tugging on his arm. "IB!! ANSWER!!" He screeched at him, still seeming to be wanting an answer to the garbled sentence he had spoken at school that was still to this point, unable to be identified.

Dib cried out at the grimacing expression on Zim's face as it added more stress to the already unbearable situation. He tensed his body up, hoping this would keep the other from completely tearing his arm apart. "Y-you want me dead?!" He cried out with hopes that this is what Zim was looking for.

Zim gave that psychotic grin now as he stopped pulling. He reached forward and slid his bloodied hands across Dib's cheeks as if lovingly. "Answer.." He forced out again, staring straight into his eyes with that psychotic expression frozen on his face.

Dib closed his eyes and shivered at the touch for a moment, opening his eyes once the had slid half way down his cheeks. He stared, frozen as he came to terms with this truth now as well. The Irken really did want him dead...

Zim's face soon darkened into one that looked like impatient anger. "IB!!" He screeched again, his claws cutting into his cheeks. "KILLS!!" He screamed, his hands trembling against his cheeks.

Dib squealed and ripped his head up, though this only drug the embedded claws through his skin which created deep cuts that seeped crimson blood. He ended up losing his balance as well, falling backward on the floor and looking up wildly to see the door very close to him now. He rolled himself around so he was on his belly now, pulling himself to his knees and reaching out for the knob.

Zim reached a hand out from his sprawled position on the floor, holding his hand out weakly for him. "C..Come...back..." He rasped weakly as he stared at him hollowly as he tried to reach the door to escape him.

The tone of Zim's voice was almost needy and sorrowful and that in itself had quite an impact on the boy. He looked over his shoulder slightly to see the outstretched hand and he let out a whimper as this only intensified the effects of this. Dib struggled to escape this trap as he made it to the door, placing a hand on the knob and turning it slightly but hesitating to go any furthur.

Zim looked furious now as that mouth parted with a rage filled cry as he continued to stare him down with wild eyes that had every intention of attacking him. He weakly began to claw his way toward him, leaving more smears of blood in his path toward him.

This was enough to convince the boy of of his spell and open the door completely now, slamming it shut behind him as he rushed down the hallway and towards the stairs. He had miscalculated a few steps along the top though and ended up tumbling violently down. He smashed into the wall below, creating a large dent in it. He groaned and took a moment before working his way to his feet since this pain mixed with the rest seemed to stun him quite a bit.

Once to his feet, Dib rushed towards the kitchen and threw himself towards the drawers, opening and closing several in an attempt to find something. Seconds later, he pulled out what he was looking for; a large clever with a rather reflective blade as it hadn't been used much before. His reflection caught his attention for a moment and he examined himself.

His hair was rather messy and his face was so deeply cut from the claws, which were sure to leave scars once they healed. Dib's eyes looked weary, desperate and just plain scared. Though his hands shook violently so he wasn't able to get a clear vision of himself, but what he did see seemed to give him some discomfort.

At a particular jerk, there was a slight flash of green that could be seen from the mouth of the kitchen now, but only just a glance as the jerk had soon brought it away from that particular area. Dib's eyes strained more at this as he snapped around to see the crazed Irken before him, staring just as blankly as he had before. He stared for a moment before slowly, and shakily, raising the clever over his head as he tried to threaten the other.

"D-don't make me do something I'll regret.."

Zim didn't seem to understand what he was saying though as he began to almost limp toward him. "IB.." He forced out again, keeping his hand out for him while his other arm hung limply down in front of him.

Then, Dib jumped at Zim and grabbed a hold of the outstretched arm, pulling him over to the kitchen table and pinning it against the surface. He continued to hold the clever over his head as he intended on taking the limb off. All it took was one forceful swing...

Zim screeched as he thrashed against the restraining hold on the table. "IB!! IB!!" He continued to scream, as if almost trying to plead with him with the little rash thought he had. He slammed his forehead repeatedly against the table, continuing to scream.

Dib winced at the other's headed banging against the table as if it were his own. After this reaction, he couldn't bring himself to cut off the other's limb, even if it were a threat. Instead, he lowered the blade to Zim's forearm and pressed it against the limb, digging it down deep so it ripped the uniform and the skin beneath it as he dragged it up very slowly. This action drew a good amount of blood and was mostly intended to make a point that the boy was going to fight back against his attacks.

Zim continued to screech as he thrashed around and twitched. He turned his head to an awkward position and began biting his own forearm, as if feeling the only escape was to gnaw off his arm now.

Dib continued to move the blade so agonizingly slow that it almost took him a full minute to run the blade completely up his forearm. Once he felt that he had made his point, Dib released the arm and stepped backward a little, panting heavily as he comprehended what he had just done.

Zim stumbled back and hit the wall after a moment, eyes still staring hollowly at the human standing a ways away from him. "IB!! KILLS!!" He screeched as he kept his wounded arm dangling now and began to limp toward him again with a hiss of rage.

Dib dropped the clever where he stood and dashed towards the Irken, out of the kitchen and towards the front door. He unlocked it and ripped it open, rushing to the end of his yard and searching desperately for anyone. No one in particular, just someone who may help him.

He spotted a woman who seemed busy on the phone, but that didn't seem to matter to him as he dashed towards her and grabbed her arm in a distressed grip, staring up at her with a distraught expression. The woman jumped a bit in his grip, pulling the phone away from her ear and staring at him, though she seemed disillusioned just from the look on his face.

"P-please help me.." Dib started of in a shaking tone. "T-there's a psycho alien in my house trying to kill me!"

"Uh.." She started before she was interrupted.

Dib pointed up to his cheek with his free hand, looking more strained as he did so. "He did this to me!! He did all of this to me! Please help me!" He screeched as he motioned to the seeping wounds that scarred his flesh.

The woman seemed eager to get out of his grip now as she tugged against him, eventually working her way free. "It's... Just in your head..." She suggested as she practically jogged away from him.

Dib wiped the blood from his cheeks now and held out his hands shakily to no one in particular but to anyone who would bother looking. "He did this to me! Please help me!!" He screamed in agony.

Wherever anyone looked though, there was no alien out trying to get the boy. To them, it was just the neighbourhood's disturbed kid who's rich and famous father probably sighed disappointingly over everyday. And, of course, no one ever believed a word out of his mouth.

Dib had managed to scout out two boys walking home from skool and he made his way clumsily towards them, holding his hands out to them to reveal the blood that stained them. "P-please help me... Zim's going to kill me.." His tone was rather needy now, but of course the boys paid it no mind as they just ran past him to avoid anymore interaction with him.

People down the street were now paused to stare at him oddly and a bit frighteningly. A kid nearby frowned more and shuddered at the deranged Membrane. "Dude... you need some serious help..." He commented before walking briskly away to try and get away from the craziness.  

"N-no.. I'm not crazy! He's in there!" Dib shouted as he motioned towards his house, looking again for anyone who would pay him any mind.

Soon enough, everyone just went about their own business again and left the poor boy alone. There again, no one had believed him and a good percentage had just called him insane once more.

Dib had soon lost hope and stood with his eyes closed for a moment before opening them to slowly return to his house. He stood at the edge of the yard, staring at the house which seemed to haunt him now just from the sight of it. A place where he used to feel so safe had turned into a living hell for the boy in just a matter of hours. He hated the idea of going back in there from the fear that he would endure more attacks, but where else was he to go?

The Irken could be lying just beyond that door, waiting for his IB. He could even be back in his room, just waiting for him to fall asleep and become vulnerable to him. He was going to get his IB eventually.
Woo I am just knocking these out! For now. XD I will probably take a bit of a break after this one just because I really need to be working on school work. But this is just too much fun! You have no idea how cool it is to go back and edit this. c: I love it.

So here is chapter four! I think it's kinda long.. 6 pages? I don't know.

I hope you guys like it. c: I re-wrote all of my parts so I'm sorry if they sound odd. XD I didn't really proof read.

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I was bored. Soooo veryyy bored.
I felt like drawing something in the official style, and I felt like drawing something "IB" related, so this happened.

i tried :iconderpyzimplz:

I cannot stress this enough, but still...READ "IB" IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY invader--zim.deviantart.com/ar… DO IT
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I'm done here.
and I'm starting high school tomorrow >.>
nuuuuuuu

ok now I'm really done
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I SWEAR IT IS.

Collab with :icontoastygoodness: I really like how this turned out. :heart:

P.S. Surprise for :iconinvader-neo:! :dummy:
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"Zim whimpered weakly as he limped back to his feet, trembling as he hobbled to the other. His eyes stared him down in a crazed way, his hand shakily coming up and smearing a crooked heart on the others face with the blood. "...Mine...""

I have decided to dedicate this night to drawing for "IB". XD I was in the mooooooood.

This was probably the scene that has given me the most chills so far. XD Or as far as I can remember anyway. Zim just got done killing a dude who had the balls to interact with Zim's human and he didn't like it... >3
This is like.. Some kinda dark ZADR. Kinda fun to draw actually...

P.s. Zim got run over by a car and broke his arm! 8D yay!

DIB, YOU SHOULD BE USED TO THESE HORRORS BY NOW. STOP LOOKING SO SHOCKED.

If I could, I would turn this into a comic. D: It's just so much and I am still note hunting!

... I don't have a problem. :paranoid:

Ehh.. "IB" belongs to :iconinvader-neo: and I! 8D :heart:

Okay I'll stop now.

One more comment, I was too lazy to draw a dead body so all you get is a HAND!

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"Oh you don't have to be." Zim grinned as he pushed the others head down. He yanked his shirt up and began to bite, and nip, and claw at his back. Dib's body immediately seized up at the harsh treatment and his eyes slammed shut, letting out a soft whimper as he did so. He growled a little and started to squirm again, fighting to get his head back up. "Quit that!" he commanded in a muffled tone.

"You practically begged for this, and pushed me on!" Zim argued as he flipped the over onto his back suddenly, pressing the cuts and lacerations onto the rough blanket.

Dib's eyes slammed shut again as he let out a sound that sounded a bit more like a scream, desperately trying his best to arch his back in an attempt to get the wounds off of the rough surface. He thrashed a bit under Zim to try and loosen the other's grip, but that only made his pain worse.

Zim moved and gripped the others wrist and brought it to his mouth. His razor sharp teeth sliced a nice gash in the palm, spilling crimson down his wrist. He took his own free hand and sliced it open the same way, looking back to him as he brought his hand forward and pressed the gashes together.

Dib held his breath as the teeth sunk into his hand, his eyes splitting open at the pain that followed. He watched the other as he repeated this on himself only to be stunned again by more intense agony as the wounds were pressed together. He let out a scream that seemed to be mixed with a groan, his body shaking violently a few times. "Z-Zim!" he gasped with desperation in his tone.

"Quiet, you'll feel better soon." Zim insisted, not seeming worried at all about him. A natural wave of numbing relaxation washed over both of them, causing the Irken to slump a bit in an attempt to remain up.

Dib's tense body soon relaxed as he let out quiet decreasingly rapid breaths. Eventually, he was completely relaxed under the other and slowly opened his eyes to look up at Zim, frowning a bit as he did so.

Zim relaxed down against him and nuzzled his neck gently. "It's... natural reaction.. blood bonds." He yawned."


I'm sorry this is so long, but I thought it would be helpful to better understand what the hell is going on in this picture. XD I didn't bother trying to edit the writing so it doesn't flow very well, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

If you couldn't guess already, this is from "IB" with :iconinvader-neo:. I have been wanting to draw this part all day.. XD I did, but it's not as well done as I had wanted it to be. Maybe it's because I'm tired and my ears are driving me crazy...

I was hesitant to upload this for many reasons... But I decided against my better judgment and went for it anyway. Besides, I really only draw these images for Katt so if you guys don't like them I respect that. c:

Either way, I hope you guys enjoy this. :3

IF THIS WERE A COMIC, I DECIDED IT WOULD ALL BE BLACK AND WHITE EXCEPT FOR BLOOD.

Ignore Zim's bad eye... I just noticed it.

Okay I'm done. XD
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ALl of ya'll with your IB art has given me the dire need to draw something related to it.

Just something quick while working on chapter seven. XD It will be up tonight. I was just procrastinating some.

I guess Dib is about to experience some 'insane' lovin'. AM I RIGHT?

That's all I have to say. Nothing too special here. I actually don't like this very much. XD

Damn I forgot to tear Zim's cloths...

SHIT FUCK DAMN I FORGOT DIB'S OTHER LEG.. DX

Okay I fixed it.. Now to work on IB. ;___;
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Invader Zim
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Gir: hi master!
Zim: hi..
Gir: what are you doing?
Zim: think about how to invading this stink planet earth...
Gir: hey master..
Zim: what?
Gir: can I help you?
Zim: no..
Gir: ok..

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Zim: what is it Gir?!!
Gir: .........uhh...hi..
Zim: huhh...
Gir: hey master...master? hey master! hey! hey master! master! hey hey hey master! I have something to tell you..
Zim: what is it Gir?...
Gir: .......I forgot..
Zim: ...

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hey master! hey! hey! hey master hey! hello! master! hey master! master! master! ehey master! hey master! master hey master! master! oh masterrr! (repeat from the start)

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Zim, Gir (c) Jhonen Vasquez

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"specialy me, because I'm so amazing" -ZIM




I tried to play with those reflections of light in the glass, I don't know, I think I kinda have to keep practicing >w<
I'm a little excited to read your critiques about it, its the first time I have the chance to request critiques YAY

asdfadg I feel like drawing more IZ
made with paint tool sai
it took me like three days to finish it X3
I hope you like it

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More IZ stuff. Let your Imagination wonder.

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Characters  Jhonen Vasquez
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Invader Zim fan art.

Characters  Jhonen Vasquez
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#11 of the 33 Sadistic Themes Challenge

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Finding Comfort in the Enemy
By HeidiMoose

Chapter 1

The room suddenly felt cold. Zim's body went stiff and he felt a pained, sinking feeling in his chest as he was abruptly cut off from his leaders. He had heard these words before, from a varying range of other Irkens as time had passed and even from The Almighty Tallest themselves on a few occasions. But he never believed a word of it. He thought back to his existence evaluation. The Tallest had pushed his date up a couple of decades. He didn't want to come to the realization that they did that with malicious intent then. His loyalty to his leaders burned strong. The only reason he even lived through his evaluation is because his PAK was too much for the Control Brains to handle. Thinking back, he didn't realize to the full extent what was happening to him or the Brains. Just that the Brains declared him the greatest Invader ever. He hadn't thought then that it was because of his faulty PAK overwhelming them. Zim was unsure of why these words suddenly impacted him now and why he hadn't realized the truth sooner. Or perhaps it was just that he didn't want to believe those words to be true.

His mission was a lie. He had been on this planet for the equivalent of seven long Earth years, and none of it was real. Everything he's had to endure on this hellish planet trying to learn about the humans, the animals, the climate, and a varying range of other things. All of his hard work and effort, his planning, his scheming. The pain that he's had to endure, the idiocy that he's had to put up with. It was all for nothing.

Where did he go from here? Should he stay on Earth? Should he still take it over? He had a feeling that if he ever left Earth, if he ever tried to continue life with his own race, he would eventually wind up back at planet Foodcourtia, where the Control Brains had banished him after Operation Impending Doom. He couldn't bear the thought of it. He enjoyed his freedom and he hated that place.

But what would be the point now in taking over the Earth? As much as Zim wanted to successfully take over the planet, he certainly had no intentions of actually ruling it. The Tallest have now made it clear to him that they do not, nor will they ever have an interest in this filthy place. So trying to win them over was not an option. Zim felt lost. The very core of his being was based around the strong desire to be a great invader. What was he to do?

Another thought came. What will the Dib-human think if he finds out? He wasn't sure why he cared about what Dib would think, but it troubled him. A great deal of his time on Earth has revolved around besting and defeating the human boy. So much that he considered the inevitable takeover of the Earth to solely become a victory over Dib. That human has been the biggest fuel in the fire over the years. That human who everyone believed to be crazy, who was the only human who knew about Zim's true identity (aside from his younger sister) and his reason for being on Earth. He was the only human who truly knew anything of value about Zim. He was the only human who cared that Zim was even there. Perhaps now he was the only living being who cared about Zim's existence at all.

While Zim and Dib were declared mortal enemies, and they were always trying to defeat and humiliate the other, their relationship had evolved into a strange one over the years. Zim noticed after some time that he didn't mind the boy's presence when there was nothing of importance occurring. In fact, there had been many times where they got along just fine during the slow times when Zim was having trouble brainstorming new ideas for the destruction of Earth. And while Zim had still burned with the desire to defeat Dib and to humiliate him at any and every opportunity, he would never admit that he had actually felt quite attached to the boy in some strange way.

I can't let him know. Zim thought to himself.
I won't.

*****

Dib let out an aggravated sigh as he approached a small brick building located in a large shopping plaza. He approached the door and looked up at the small sign overhead. "Fix the Crazy Here," he read. His stomach turned upon reading this. He had become all too familiar with the sign and longed for the day when he would never have to read it again. With another sigh he pushed open the door and walked up to the receptionist desk. The woman working the desk knew him all too well. Without having to prompt her, she pointed Dib over to the chairs in the waiting room.

"Dr. Rawling will be with you in a few minutes" The lady said quietly.

Dib walked over to the chair closest to the exit and sat down, slouching deeply. He stared at the door, wishing that he could leave this horrible place.

I'm not crazy. He thought to himself. This is so stupid. He let out another sigh and looked down. His mind wandered to the few times that he found himself staying at the Crazy House for Boys, and how it eventually brought him to this place two years ago. Coming here every week was the only way that he could get out of living in that horrible place. And the only reason that he was even able to exist out of those walls were because of his famous father.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, a disgustingly familiar dressed up, tall, blonde woman came walking out from the hallway by the receptionist desk. Still slouching in his chair, Dib looked up and over to the woman, the feeling of dread coursing through him.

"Come on back, Dib." The woman said before grabbing a clip board off of the receptionist desk and turning around. With a heavy sigh, Dib lifted himself up off the chair and slowly made his way to the woman, following her down the long corridor. The woman stopped and allowed Dib to pass her in order to get into her office. She followed behind him and closed the door.

"How has your week been?" The woman asked as she sat down in her usual spot. Dib found the couch that he had sat in too many times and took his usual place, laying down.

"Uneventful." Dib said with little emotion. She asked him this every week and he always tried to give the most normal-sounding response that he could come up with. He's learned by now that telling her about his latest attempts to foil Zim's plans was going to get him nowhere. Somehow, though, she still managed to pry into that part of his life; his life that was consumed by that evil green alien. When she did this, he was always met with condescension and grew more frustrated by it with each and every session. But he had no choice but to put up with it. It was either this, or live confined, isolated and surrounded by windowless, padded walls, being served horrible food – if it could even be called that – and being forced to take painful shock therapy over and over again. The mere thought of those memories made him shudder.

"So you'll be graduating from high school in just a couple of months. Have you decided on what you are planning afterwards?" The doctor asked. They had discussed this subject tirelessly recently and Dib was reluctant to say much. He wasn't even sure, himself, of what his plans were. All he knew was that he would continue his seemingly endless fight against Zim. He thought very little of much else. It had been this way for years now.

"It's hard to say for sure." Dib said in a quiet tone, his eyes blank as he stared up at the ceiling.

"Well you had better start making a plan. Your dad may be famous but it is not his job to care for you forever." The woman replied. Dib rolled his eyes. Some of the things that she would say to him in their sessions were so asinine it was hard to believe she had a Ph.D in anything. His dad has never taken care of him short of making sure he had a roof over his head and food in his stomach. His dad was always at work and was almost never available to Dib on any kind of emotional level. Dib had figured out a few years ago that he was, in fact, created by his father, along with his younger sister, Gaz. Since then, he has never understood why the Professor would do such a thing if he wasn't going to make the time to develop a true bond or relationship with the two of them.

The room was silent, as Dib did not want to dignify her last comment with a response. It was so stupid.

"And how is Zim this week?" She asked.

She's starting this early today… Dib thought to himself. He shook his head angrily. He sat up and looked at the woman.

"How do you expect me to 'get over the crazy' if you keep bringing up the very subject that makes everyone claim I'm crazy?" Dib snapped. Over the last two years he has grown unafraid of becoming confrontational with his therapist.

"You know we have to address the issue, Dib." The doctor snapped back at him.

Dib shook his head. "Zim is the same as always" he replied, refusing to give any details on their most recent interaction with each other. He looked over to the clock and saw that he was only five minutes into his session. He could tell this was going to be a slow hour.
This is the first chapter of my ZADR Fanfic.

I'm just letting the words and thoughts flow as I go, so I'm not going to promise greatness. >.<

No likey ZADR? No look. :)

All official Invader Zim stuff (c) Jhonen Vasquez

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so i started this, this morning around 6-7 and have been working on it all day to make sure it got done today. and i dont just mean linearting and coloring today. i mean, planning, sketching by hand, redrawing, scanning, editing, linearting, coloring, then dialogue. I have never done all of that in one day before. but i need to get my butt in gear like this more often. My husband is actually be in the feild all week...and since he's not around as a distraction, i barely stop to eat i get so zoned into the work. Anyways, sorry for the wait and i hope you enjoy it.


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"Look at him over there," Chunk said, nudging Torque and pointing at Dib. The teenager was leaning close to his desk, extremely focused on writing something. "The report's not even due for a week… what a nerd."
"Hey, you know what we should do?" Torque replied. He stopped lifting weights for a second and put them on his desk. "We should beat him up after class."
"Hmm… well, it's been a while since I slammed a nerd's face into a locker," Chunk commented, nodding.
"Class is over in ten minutes. We'll get him on the way to lunch." Torque chose a ten-pound weight and started lifting that in one hand, watching Dib with distaste.
Dib finished writing, looked over the paper, and nodded, taking out his laptop to start writing the final draft.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the classroom, Zim was leaning back in his seat with his feet propped up on the desk and a notebook on his knees, mostly doodling instead of writing like he was supposed to be. He glanced at the teacher, but she was ignoring the class, letting them do whatever work they wanted to until the end of the period. He smirked and went back to drawing. He was designing his next invention. He wasn't sure what it would do yet… but it would certainly be something amazing and mankind-destroying.
Soon, the bell was ringing. Zim put the notebook in his backpack and pulled it onto his back, in no hurry to go to lunch. The food at the Hi-Skool was considerably better than what he's had to eat in previous years… but it was still pretty unimpressive.
Dib shut his laptop down and slid it into his backpack.
Chunk and Torque quickly got up to leave the class ahead of him so they could ambush him in the hall.
A few moments later, Dib put his backpack on and walked out.
The two boys were waiting for him. They grabbed him, one to each arm, and pushed him into the nearest row of lockers.
"What are you doing?" he demanded, trying to pull free.
"We were bored and decided to pick on a scrawny nerd," Chunk replied. "In other words, you."
Dib sighed; he was far too used to this. He nimbly twisted sideways in their grip, kicking Torque in the stomach. The boy's grip faltered as he doubled over slightly, allowing Dib to yank that arm free and shove at Chunk. Chunk punched him in the face so hard that one of his teeth chipped.
He didn't make a sound, though, pulling his other arm away and trying to walk away. But by then, Torque had recovered. He put him in a headlock and held him still while Chunk kicked his legs out from under him.
By now, other students had crowded around to watch. They always enjoyed seeing people get beat up… and since it was Dib, the crazy, paranormal-obsessed freak, it was even better.
Dib struggled; one bully, he could handle. But when it was two, he had trouble. Torque's hold was unrelenting, and Chunk's blows weren't lessening. He was just starting to consider calling for a teacher when a familiar voice said, "Hey, get your filthy hands off him!"
"Zim?" Dib asked, trying to turn his head far enough to see him.
A second later, though, he didn't have to.
There was a shout of pain and the punches to his face and shoulders abruptly stopped. Then Zim ran into Dib's field of view, delivered a swift uppercut to Torque's jaw, and yanked Dib out of his grip. He pushed him aside and held his fists up, ready to fight.
"Forget this," Chunk said, picking himself up off the ground and wiping blood from his mouth. "Let's get out of here." He and Torque ran, pushing through the ring of spectators.
Zim hissed after them. "Yeah, you better run!" He stalked over to Dib and grabbed his shirt, shaking him roughly. "Only I am allowed to hurt you, understand?!"
"Oh, I understand," Dib replied, smirking at him. "I just didn't know you cared so much."
"I don't care about you!"
"Well, you did just save me from those two… that kinda means you care. You could have just left me to get beat up."
Zim couldn't really think of a good response, so he settled with, "Well, your face is stupid!" He let go of him and started off down the hall.
Dib waited until the other students had cleared off before chasing after him and grabbing his shoulders, spinning him around to face him. "Hey, space-boy."
Zim clenched his fists and glared up at him. "What?"
Dib leaned down to give him a tight hug. "Thanks."
Zim shoved him away, baring his teeth. Then his look softened and he turned away. "It was nothing. No one touches my enemy."
"And I know how much you secretly like me, so I just wanted to say, I'm fine with that."
"I don't like you!"
"Denial!"
"Shut up!" Zim headed for the cafeteria.
Dib grinned and walked behind him. "Aw, looks like the alien scum has some feelings for a lowly human."
"I do not!"
"Come on, admit it."
"No!"
"You're so cute when you're in denial."
Zim growled in frustration and broke into a run. Dib let him go, laughing as he followed at his own pace. It was so easy to annoy him. He knew that deep down, Zim cared about him… but getting him to admit it seemed to be impossible. Still, it was good for some laughs.
He gingerly touched the bruises on his face where Chunk had punched him. He knew Zim had saved him for selfish reasons, but he couldn't help feeling grateful toward him. Maybe that irken wasn't so bad after all.
Or is this closer to ZaDF? Idk... just enjoy the mild fluff and the overprotective Zim. :XD:

Zim and Dib are (C) to Jhonen Vasquez.
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Zim's Second Christmas

Zim glared out the window of his house at the deadly white flakes drifting down. They looked so harmless and almost serene. If it wasn't for the fact that they were nothing more than frozen water, which could cause severe burns unless he was prepared. Since he didn't want to take a paste bath, though, he was staying inside where it was toasty warm and waiting until the snow stopped.
GIR was outside building a snowman while MiniMoose looked for rocks to use for the facial features. GIR waved at Zim. "Mastah, come outside! Please?" His voice was loud enough that it was easily heard from inside.
For about the tenth time in the past few minutes, Zim shook his head. "No GIR! The snow can burn me, remember?"
"Then wear a hoodie!"
"A hoodie?" Zim hadn't thought of that. "Computer, my jacket."
Computer threw a red, hooded jacket at him. Its left chest pocket was marked with the irken insignia. He pulled it on and zipped it all the way up, then laid his antennae back so he could pull the hood over his head. After putting on his contacts, he opened the door and took a cautious step out. The snow hit his clothes and melted, but he remained quite dry and warm.
He raised his arms victoriously. "It worked! Zim is amazing!"
"Look at my snowman!" GIR called, pointing at the finished snowman. It was a fairly accurate sculpture of Zim in his classic 'victory' pose, arms raised and head toward the sky. Other than the eyes being rocks, it looked a lot like him.
"Meep," MiniMoose added, sticking two sticks into the head to serve as antennae.
"Hey, not bad." Zim knelt down in front of it. "It's a bit too short, though." He started adding more snow to make it taller. GIR happily joined in, helping him and shaping the snow tunic.
"What do you know?" a familiar voice said nearby. "Looks like even the space scum is getting into the spirit of Christmas."
Zim wheeled around and saw Dib leaning over the low fence, arms crossed over it and a mug of hot chocolate in one hand. His trench coat was buckled around him like a jacket and he had a dark blue scarf wrapped around his neck, with blue earmuffs. His scythe lock was steadily collecting a pile of snow and was starting to droop under the weight. He looked very comfortable in the cold weather and snow, much more used to it than Zim.
"What are you doing here?" Zim demanded.
"I was bored," Dib replied, shrugging. He took a drink of hot chocolate and looked at the yard, which was filled with snow angels, snowmen, and the remains of a snow fight GIR and MiniMoose had had earlier. "Looks like they've been enjoying the snow."
"Yes, well, I don't like it." Zim turned away from Dib and started working on the snow irken again. "I'm only out here because I too am bored." He gave Dib an annoyed and somewhat confused look. "Why haven't you been trying to capture me lately?"
"It's Christmas time. I happen to like the holidays because I get to spend time with my family. In my opinion, being with Dad and Gaz is much more important than chasing you around and fighting you." Dib leapt over the fence, an easy feat since he was much taller now than he had been when Zim first came here. He landed softly, not a single drop of hot chocolate spilled or a hair out of place. "I kinda feel sorry for you. You don't have a family to spend the holidays with."
"Zim doesn't need a family."
"No… but everyone needs friends."
"I don't," Zim tried to protest.
"Don't lie. You'd go mad without some kind of companionship. You might not want to admit it, but without GIR and MiniMoose, you'd probably go insane. You like having them around."
As he spoke, GIR ran over to Zim and gave him his usual hug, clinging to him tightly.
"Ah! Stop hugging me!" Zim tried to push him away.
"See? He loves you, but you never once thank him for all the help he's given you."
"Help? He doesn't help! He ruins everything!" Zim was still struggling with the robot in the dog suit, unable to get the stubby but strong arms off of him.
"But at least he tries. He never abandons you. Ever." Dib blew steam off of his drink before taking a sip. He shook his head, making the snow go flying from his hair. "Unlike your own kind," he added.
"What? My kind has not abandoned me!" Zim shouted, managing to push GIR off. The robot went back to playing in the snow.
"Oh, come on. You've been here for two years. Don't you think the armada should have been here by now?"
"Eh? Oh. Well they're probably just… running late." Zim turned away and kicked at a pile of snow, not wanting to admit that he too had been wondering why the armada hadn't gotten here yet. This planet was totally unaware of what he was, except for Dib and Gaz. No one believed Dib and Gaz didn't care. It was totally defenseless, as he told his Tallest many times in his reports. So why didn't they come?
"They're not coming, Zim. Just give up. They've obviously left you here." Dib put his mug down and walked further into the yard. "But don't think you're alone, here. You have your robots. And well… no one should be alone on Christmas." Without thinking, he embraced the small alien, pulling him against his chest.
Zim squirmed, trying to get away from the arms that dared invade his personal space. Then he realized they were warm. Warm, comfortable, gentle… caring. He slowly relaxed, eyes drifting closed. No one's ever hugged him like this before. No one but GIR. And those metallic arms were ice cold and seemed to want to squeeze the life out of him, even if their owner hadn't intended that.
But Dib's arms… they were so much better.
For some reason, the contact had him breaking down and spilling out everything. "You're right, they don't care about me… they never have… I always tried to stay strong and tell myself that I was useful, that I was sent here for a reason… I just didn't want to face the truth… I try my best but nothing ever turns out right! So what do they do? They send me here. To this miserable little planet in the middle of nowhere, populated by stupid monkeys!"
He felt Dib suddenly stiffen and instantly regretted his choice of words.
"Not all of them are stupid," he amended.
The human hugging him slowly relaxed again. "Think before you speak next time. I know that's a hard concept to comprehend, but… at least try."
"Sure. I could try. But I'm not promising anything."
Realizing he was stilled hugging the irken, Dib put him down and backed up, looking a bit embarrassed. "Um… Merry Christmas, then, Zim."
Feeling strangely happier at finally getting the truth out of his system, Zim tried to return the smile; but he wasn't yet used to smiling in a non-evil way and it came out as more of a grimace. "Yeah. Merry Christmas." He turned back to the snow irken, which was now as tall as him. GIR was working on carving details in with a stick.
Dib leaned down to pick up his hot chocolate.
"Oh, and Dib?" Zim asked, looking over his shoulder.
Dib paused and looked at him, not sure what to expect but feeling strangely hopeful for a reason he couldn't explain. "What?"
"Get off my lawn, Earth creature," Zim said, finally managing to crack a normal grin. He aimed a snowball at Dib's face and hit him right between the eyes. "Ha! Victory for Zim!"
"Oh, I see how it is." Putting his drink down again, Dib rolled up a snowball and threw it back. Zim dodged it.
"You have to do better than that!"
"Oh, I plan to." Dib grabbed a handful of snow and tackled Zim, throwing it into his face.
"Ah! It burns, it- hey, wait, it doesn't burn." Zim seemed absolutely delighted at this discovery.
"Really?" Dib's guard was momentarily let down at this unusual observation.
"But it's really cold!" he added, swiping his hand across the ground and flinging a huge pile into Dib's face, making him cough and his eyes water. The ice stung his cheeks fiercely and he pulled back, putting his gloves to his face for warmth.
Zim got up and laughed loudly. "Ha! Serves you right for daring to throw snow at ZIM! GIR, MiniMoose, get the human!"
Dib grabbed his drink and ran. The other three chased him with handfuls of snow, chucking it as hard as they could and laughing all the while. Zim decided winter wasn't that bad after all.
Merry Christmas, everyone! :la: I'm submitting this at EXACTLY Midnight, therefore it is officially Christmas the second I push that Submit button! I hope you all get cool stuff, some time to relax, yummy food, and best of all, time with the awesome family who made you what you are today!
And if you're a homicidal maniac (JOHNNY C. :|), then put the knife down, go next door, and give your terrified little neighbor a big ol' hug.
These characters be (C) to JV.
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Dib watched Zim curiously as he saw the irken remove his wig for only a brief moment to massage his antennae before looking around and quickly putting it back on. No one seemed to have noticed; no one except a certain black-haired kid.
Dib lowered his binoculars and leaned back against the trunk of the tree he was perched in. It was recess and he was doing his usual spying on Zim. They were in Hi-Skool by now and Zim hadn’t managed to take over Earth yet. Not that anyone really expected him to. He’s shown his incompetency so many times Dib stopped worrying about him long ago. He just liked observing the many odd quirks the alien had.
His curiosity was piqued slightly. What function did the antennae serve? As long as he’s known Zim and he’s never really figured it out. He assumed they were for hearing and expressing emotion, as they often shot straight up when their owner was surprised or laid down flat when he was angry. But was that all they were for?
“Look at the Dib-monkey up there in the tree,” Zim said mockingly.
Dib nearly dropped his binoculars; he hadn’t even noticed Zim walking to stand under him.
“Does the Dib-monkey want a banana?” Zim teased, imitating a monkey. He scratched his head and made a stupid face.
“I like the view up here,” Dib said defensively.
“Oh really? How great could it possibly be?” Zim looked around cautiously, then extended two spiderlegs and hooked them around the tree branch Dib was sitting on, pulling himself up. He sat next to the human and gazed across the small field. There wasn’t a playground like when they were in elementary Skool. They were much too old for that now. Instead kids played football, tag, or just walked around talking. “Hmm. I’ll admit it is a good view.”
“Yeah, I usually climb up here when I want to be alone. So go away.”
Zim smirked and moved closer to him instead. “No. I’m going to bother you for no reason.”
“Come on Zim. I’m not really in the mood to deal with you.” Dib was somewhat friendlier to the irken now than he used to be; he couldn’t capture him, after all. Zim might have very bad judgment and planning skills, but he certainly knew how to avoid being caught. And he didn’t have any reason to hate him since it was so obvious he couldn’t take over a pile of dirt, let alone the entire planet. So he just tolerates the alien.
Until said alien decides he isn’t going to just be blown off like that. Zim grabbed Dib’s arm. “Quit ignoring me! Talk to me!”
“Talk to you about what?” Dib asked, startled.
“I don’t know! Anything! I’m bored!” Zim has also changed his attitude about his enemy. Even he’s figured out that he’s pretty bad at what he’s supposed to be doing and Dib isn’t really the problem. So he decided that he might as well talk to the boy in a friendlier manner and maybe learn valuable secrets about Earth from him. Plus the Dib was kind of interesting. He was smarter than the other humans and much more perceptive. He was the only one in their entire class (and the whole planet, really) that knew he was an alien. One could count his sister Gaz, perhaps, but she could honestly care less. She doesn’t think he could take over Earth either, because in her words, “He’s so bad at it.”
Zim has a bit of contempt toward her because of that even though he knows it to be true.
“Okay, I guess we can talk,” Dib said slowly. He’s used to having random conversations with Zim, who absolutely hates anything quiet and peaceful. “Um… so what are your antennae for?”
Zim took his wig off so that the two stalks could stretch out. They twitched a few times to get used to their freedom. “I use them for hearing. Duh.”
“Anything else? Because I've seen them perk straight up or lay down flat, and sometimes one of them twitches for no apparent reason. What’s that all about?” Dib noticed one of them twitched at his words.
“Well, one of them twitching is sort of equivalent to a human raising an eyebrow at another’s words. They show emotions.” He perked them up. “This would mean I’m interested in what you have to say. Or perhaps I’m surprised.” He lowered them to their normal position. “This is just a neutral position. Like a blank face.” Finally, he flattened them down. “If I do this, that means I’m very annoyed and angry and likely to attack you. Those are some of the easiest ones for a pitiful hyuman to understand, but you’d have to be irken to understand the more subtle movements they make.”
Dib thought about all of that. “Hmm. That’s pretty cool how they show emotions like that… What do they feel like?” He reached a hand toward one.
It jerked away and Zim hissed. Dib froze and let his hand drop. The hissing stopped abruptly and Zim glared at him. “Never touch an irken’s antennae. EVER.”
Dib didn’t reply; he was still surprised by the hissing. He didn’t even know Zim could make a sound like that. It was very threatening and hostile, way more than a warning hiss from a cat or snake. It was nearly impossible to describe, but it made his blood run cold.
Irritated by Dib’s silence, Zim grabbed his shirt and shook him. “Did you understand that?!”
Dib snapped back to the present. “Wha- I heard you! Stop shaking me, you’re going to make me fall!” He grabbed the limb with both hands to keep from falling backwards out of the tree.
Zim sat down on his lap, smirking. “That would be funny.”
“Get off my lap.” It was almost amusing on one level; Zim was still so small while Dib had grown to be almost as tall as his father. The Membrane family has always produced very tall people. It was kinda like a cat plopping down on its owner’s lap for the plain reason that it would annoy him. On the other level… “You’re creeping me out.”
“That’s the idea.” Zim intentionally didn’t move, knowing he was annoying the human. He’s developed almost a fondness for him, enjoying lightly tormenting him and poking fun at him. He wouldn’t hurt him very badly, but he loved pulling on his hair at random moments or tripping him in the hall. Humans may grow to be pretty tall by irken standards… but that just made it so much more satisfying when they’re pushed down a flight of stairs.
Dib glared down at the irken invading his personal space. “Zim, I’m warning you…”
“What are you going to do about it?” Zim laughed and his antennae bounced along to his laughing. Dib’s eyes followed them and he decided to take a huge risk. He grabbed the tip of one of the stalks.
Zim instantly went still. “DIB! WHAT DID I JUST S-” Suddenly, he stopped talking, eyes growing wide. Dib massaged the antenna between his fingers, noting how soft it was.
A distinct purr came from the irken, causing Dib to stop what he was doing. He stared at the antenna with surprise. How sensitive was it? How could simply touching it elicit such a response?
“Dib… do that again,” Zim ordered, just as curious now as Dib was. Irkens tended not to touch their own antennae that much; from smeethood they’re taught that they’re very sensitive and touching them is bad. They never really got an answer as to why but listened to what they were told. Never touch another’s antennae without permission became a very important rule. And it wasn’t exactly encouraged to give permission or even think about it in the first place. Now it seemed he was learning why.
Dib shrugged, very interested now. He ran his thumb from the base to the tip of the captured stalk, which had gone limp in his hold. The irken squirmed and tried to repress the moan of enjoyment that threatened to escape him. Each pass of the human’s finger sent waves of pleasure down his spine, waves that seemed to branch out into every limb and every nerve until he was craving more. Why was antennae touching such a taboo? It felt… wonderful. There was really no other word to describe it.
“So what does it feel like?” Dib asked.
“Dib-stink… you have no idea…” Zim sighed, hating to admit to the human that he was enjoying it. “But it’s amazing… If only you were irken and could experience it for yourself… but you’re not.”
“You know, I think I like you like this. You’re just so…” Dare he say it? “Cute.”
Zim had been closing his eyes in bliss; now they flew open and he pulled his antenna free. He turned around so that he was facing Dib and spread his claws. “What did you just call me?”
Dib held his hands up innocently. “Um… cute?”
Zim stood up, still on Dib’s lap, and put a claw in his face. For such a small alien he was looking rather threatening. “Zim is not cute! Zim is a mighty irken soldier and should be treated as such!”
Dib rolled his eyes at Zim’s ranting and took hold of the antenna again, massaging it delicately. Zim’s eyelids fluttered and the claw lowered. He sank down and found himself nestling against Dib’s stomach, claws bunching into the fabric of the boy’s blue shirt. He hummed contentedly.
“That was easy,” Dib commented. “Mighty irken soldier, huh?”
“Shut up,” Zim said tiredly.
“Well that’s not very nice.” Dib wondered what would happen if he were to give the other antenna the same treatment as this one and decided to give it a try. He was rather enjoying how much Zim calmed down and looked totally helpless when the one was touched.
As soon as Zim felt two fingers lightly pinch the base of the other antenna, he completely lost it. “Oohhh… D-Dib…” he moaned, claws tightening into the human’s shirt. One small part of him hated how his body responded to the touches with such delight… the other part absolutely loved it. For some reason he loved the attention he was being given. After living for nearly sixteen Earth decades, this treatment of his rather neglected antennae filled him with ecstasy. “That f-feels good…”
Dib’s surprise only grew. He’s enjoying this way too much… This is so disturbing… but I don’t want to stop. He liked making Zim act like this. He liked getting to be the one in charge for once. With a smirk, he said, “So I guess you like that, huh?” He quickened the speed of his fingers, running them up and down the thin appendages with forceful strokes.
Zim shuddered, letting out what sounded like a purr and nuzzling closer to Dib. He buried his face against the human’s stomach and closed his eyes, focusing entirely on the waves of pure pleasure he was experiencing, which were so much stronger now that both antennae were being caressed.
His usual dominant attitude had disappeared completely. There wasn’t a single thought about taking control of the situation and reminding Dib who was the lowlier life form here. He just wanted this amazing relaxing feeling to go on forever.
Dib pulled his hands back as he realized just how submissive Zim was becoming. It just wasn’t normal and he was getting a little freaked out. He checked the time on his watch and gave Zim a small shake. “Zim, recess is over in two minutes.”
It took Zim a few moments to register the fact that Dib was no longer touching his antennae. When he did realize it, though, he shook his head and climbed off of Dib’s lap, finding his wig and putting it back on. He was in a cheerful mood as he made sure his antennae were tucked carefully away and out of sight. “Well that was interesting. Now I understand why they didn’t want us touching them. It’s such a distraction.”
“You were totally enjoying that.”
“Eh…” Zim wanted to deny it but knew it was totally true. So he compromised. “YOU LIE!”
“Admit it. You liked that.”
“Maybe a little.”
Dib fought back a smile and started to climb down from the tree. A hand grabbed the back of his trench coat and spun him around, pulling him down so that he was sprawled across the limb on his stomach.
Zim knelt down in front of him. “All right. I’ll admit I liked it.” Then he pressed his lips to the human’s before he could change his mind.
Dib let out a muffled, startled sound and tried to escape, but Zim didn’t let him. The irken laid down on the branch and pulled Dib’s head closer to him, pushing his tongue unceremoniously into the other’s mouth. He found the human’s tongue and took hold of it, binding it tightly.
Dib wrapped his arms around Zim and sat up, pulling the irken up with him and holding him up as he gave in and kissed back.
When they pulled apart, Zim wiped his mouth off and said, “You humans and your strange love gestures are so gross. But somehow they’re pretty enjoyable. You know what? I guess I don’t really hate you…”
Dib wiped his mouth off too. “Really? That’s cool. I don’t really hate you either. You’re pretty cool. And you’re so cute when your antennae are touched…”
“Aargh! Stop calling me that!”
Dib jumped down from the tree and looked up at Zim. “You’re cute!”
Zim started to leap down. “You’re going to pay for that one.”
“You have to catch me first!” Dib took off running toward the school, weaving through the crowd of other students that were grudgingly heading back to class.
Zim couldn’t help but laugh at the challenge. “You’re on!” He gave chase.
In just a few minutes so many things had changed between them. And all it had taken were touches to a very sensitive pair of antennae and the natural curiosity both humans and irkens shared.
Edit (May 27, 2012) : I am shocked at all the views, comments, and favorites this has gotten. It was my FIRST ever ZaDR one-shot. I have much, MUCH better ones now. Wouldn't you rather read those? spyroforlife.deviantart.com/ga… Thanks.

Oh Tallests what is this? I'm scared. (hides under couch) A ZaDR one-shot? You betcha. Totally. Whipped this up last night. I just got to thinking, "I wonder if Dib's ever curious about Zim's antennae?" and then this happened. The kiss at the end was totally OOC but I don't care. Enjoy the antennae touching and random smooch! :iconexcitedlaplz:

Zim and Dib (and all related characters) are (C) to Jhonen Vasquez. He has permission to send rabid smeets to devour my insides.
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:iconchaos-2000-01::iconsaysplz: “I wish I hadn't cried so much!” ... but if your tears were to come out again , best to hide your face under the hood of insanity ! ... that way , instead of the pity of the people , you get the space of the sick !
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GO SUPER ARMY OF GNOMES

Zim, if you guys can't tell. A fun pic I made for ~mistycat85. Mostly Prismacolor, but some Crayola in there as well.

A fun fact: the back computer says (though not straight...ahh I messed up D:) in Hylian: "Mission: Dominate the Earth". Or something tot hat degree.
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freaking aliens
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Alternate title: ZIM DON'T DRINK THAT
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And Zim gets a sandwich. It always bothers me when a character mentions a physical need that doesn't get addressed. Five minutes later I'm still wondering 'did so and so get something to eat/drink/whatever?' But now we don't have to-

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The friends I had,
the memories we shared,
the lessons we learned,
the persons who cared.

Words gone unsaid,
the lives drifting apart,
my school life ending,
my true life given start.

Regret growing inside,
of the words left unspoken,
the lives I wished to touch,
my heart torn and broken.

Those friends so far away,
distant and grown mature,
my memories beginning to fade,
the life of my childhood a blur.

A familiar smile,
comes in to view,
my eyes begin to open,
thank God, it's you.
I'm not really a poet, but I wrote this to help a friend with their English work. (I graduated a few years back but they are still in school, so I help where I can)

It's a simple poem, I wanted to try a rhyming style as I normally go freestyle (or however it is called in poetry terms) without the use of rhymes.

Either way, if you read it I hope you enjoy it!
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I saw an Angel.
No, he wasn't abnormally beautiful with gorgeous blond locks, nor did his eyes shine as bright as the Caspian sea. He didn't have wings either, nor did he wear clothing adorned in white that shined brighter than the sun itself.
He was as plain as I was, perhaps even plainer. Though blond, his hair wasn't brilliant, in fact, it was dirty and matted. He wasn't the picture of perfection either, in fact, he was the opposite.
Pale and thin, dirty and uncared for, I saw him in the alley with a needle stuck in his arm.
A dose of heroine  destroyed him, spoiled him...but I still saw an angel.
Perhaps it was the smile he gave me, when I gave him fifty cents go buy some cigarettes.
Perhaps it was the way his dull eyes looked at me, lost and distant....alone.
Perhaps it was the way they screamed, “I'm still human”.
I saw an Angel.
She stood at the corner of the street, striking a pose for all to see.
There in the Red Light District, beautiful and elaborated with make-up and jewelry, I didn't see a prostitute, nor did I see a slut.
I saw a person, just dirtied by the world, lost by society, and denied her rights.
And past the dirt and the grime, past the touches and the loveless caresses, I saw a human being.
Then I went home, and looked at my broken self.
Looked it right in the mirror.
Fat or thin.
Beautiful or ugly.
Young or Old.
Smart or Dumb.
Rich or Poor.
Girl or boy.  
I looked into the mirror, my worst enemy, and smiled.
Because, when I looked a little harder, past the “slut” and the “whore” and the “player”, the “jock”, the “bitch” the “nerd”the “atheist” the “religious”  the “emo” the “popular girl” I saw an angel.
I saw me.
Everyone is beautiful in their own way, don't let anyone tell you otherwise. You're all angels, you're all worth something, no matter what you do, who you are, or anything. Just wanted to spread some happy stuff. The world has been so divided by crap, that people are losing themselves to just about anything. I've said it before, but the little things save you, so I hope i'm saving someone out there. 

My old teacher used to tell me about crazy Martyrs, and Saints who died for their faith, and who suffered for it. They were never suffering just for their religion, Christianity, they suffered so other's wouldn't have to. I think that's what being an angel is about. Taking on other's pain and recognizing  it, then taking it away and seeing the beauty inside of them. Then we take on their pain, and offer it up for them, we suffer for them, but we're happy about it. 
It's crazy and radical, and i've done it before to. 

Lately, there's been so much controversy in the world and on DA, it hurts. And what's more upsetting is that often I fed into that controversy, with literature, or art. So now, i'm trying to write better pieces, pieces that help others and myself. Enjoy ;D

Please, even if you view it, or FAV it,  tell me what you think. I really want to know how you guys feel about this. 

:iconpurpldragonwings: I hope you don't get upset, but I was thinking of your story when I wrote this, I hope it helps, even just a little bit.

And also, i've dedicated this to :iconwolfsong6:

Thanks for all the attention you've all given me. A lot of people have faved this, and I won't be able to thank you all, so here's my person thanks. Also, I encourage you to go spread joy someway or somehow. Like I said before, it is the little things that save someone from ending their lives, and a life is to precious to give away. 
Say hello to someone you've never talked to before, invite someone to your house, share some lunch with someone, pick a flower for someone_Pick a flower for yourself. Write, read, go outside, just live! And help others live as well, let them know their true worth. Tell them you love them, and love does not have to mean romance. 
We love each other as friends and as brothers and sisters, so don't be afraid to share the love. 
Forgive someone. 
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Game: Magna Carta II

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EDIT: Updated with lightmaps

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No copyright infringement intended! I'm not redistributing these models for money nor anything. This is just for fun, I respect companies who work on every game. Please always credit the companies behind the models!

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It's been years.

It's been years, now, and David Hoover still couldn't get the gruesome image of out of his mind. It brought chills to his spine.
That monster. It's uneasy gaze, it's terrible, upside-down smile, it's tilted body.

A deformed man. A disturbed man. A man that still continues to chase him to this very day, even if in his nightmares.
That amused man. That swift man.

That mysterious man.

That deadly man.

That crooked man.
It still haunted him to this very day, and most likely always would. But that was alright. We all have our fears...David Hoover's was just...
a tad bit more...unique, if you'd like to describe it in that way. After the many close encounters with the strange beast, David had eventually
given up on his quest to find the former owner to the new apartment of which he had recently moved into, and decided to go back to his ordinary
days, days which he did not plan on spending in that horrid hell that is supposed to be an apartment. Instead he found a new place, which to his
relief, had no strange, traumatizing paranormal activity awaiting him on the inside.

He would never know the true secrets behind that apartment, and maybe, just maybe...that wasn't all that much of a bad thing. He couldn't help but
admit he was still curious, but he knew it wasn't worth the effort at all.

He tilted his head to the side to see his shirtless boyfriend with his eyes closed and snoring, and he snapped out of his state of fear and
chuckled a decent amount.

"...Hey...D..." David whispered softly, twirling D's soft red hair in between his fingertips while he did so. Snore. No response, unless you consider
that one. "...D..." David shook his head. "...I know you are not asleep."

D's face twisted into a more irritated one with his eyes still closed at the comment, but he still didn't say anything. David continued to play
with his boyfriend's hair.

"...Want to know how I know...?" Snore. "You never snore. I should know...half the time I have a hard time sleeping and you're knocked out within
minutes, so I end up watching you, so believe me, I'm very aware of your sleeping habits. Oh, and you tend to mumble nonsense and drool all over the
pillow, so--"

"Damn it, David, I get the point!" David smiled, satisfied with finally hearing his boyfriend's voice. "Knew it." "I-Idiot..." D mumbled, pouting
slightly as he tilted his head to the side. He sure could be sassy at times, David thought, amused. It was...cute, though. Just like everything else
about D. When David spent time with him, it was like all of his worries temporarily ceased to exist, including those unsettling feelings he still had
bottled up about the crooked man and the old apartment and it's secrets. D took all of the worry away. He was the perfect distraction. David didn't
know what he would do with himself if he didn't have him...he'd probably lose it.

David took his gaze to the wall in front of him, and with narrowed eyes and a frown, his mind slowly found it's way into worry again. D noticed this
change in mood, and with a worried frown, moved over and put his arms around his boyfriend on the bed, blinking up at him with worried eyes.

"...Hey, dude, what's wrong?...You have that look on your face again." "What look...?" "You know...that worried look. You seem to get it a lot when
you think for some reason...let me guess. It's about that monster again?" David sighed. "Am I really that transparent...?" D smirked weakly. "Funny. I could have asked
you the same thing earlier." Apparently they both could read the other's emotions quite well. D continued. "...Hey, idiot..." He poked David's cheek while he whispered.
"...Stop worrying. There's no point to it, so let's just focus on the good things." David stared at D for a couple of moments. Like you? Yes...D was most definitely
one of the good--no, one of the best remaining things in his life, if not the only.

David smiled softly.
"...Thank you..." He planted a soft kiss on his lover's lips. D's face reddened but he grinned, pleased that his words had seemed to help in some way and cuddled next to his
boyfriend. There was silence once again, although this time around it was a more pleasant silence, and it was broken yet again by another question.

"...So..." David slowly looked back down at D, who was currently cuddled up to his chest. "...What is your real name, anyways? Hmm? It's been so long...surely you would have
no problem telling me now after all of these years."

D smirked weakly. "Of course you'd still be asking about that." "Just out of curiousity." "Curiousity killed the cat." "That line is so old." "But so true." "I don't think a
name is going to kill me." "But it might just kill me." "Why...? Did your mother name you doofus or something?...Hmm, although, it does sort of fit in a way."
"Shut up." "Then tell me." There was a rather long pause after that last line, and after much thought, D just looked up at him slowly...and chuckled.

"No can do." "You are one stubborn bastard." "Indeed. But don't you worry..." D assured. "...You have a long time left to figure out my name, so why give it away so early? That's no fun."
David smirked weakly in defeat. "...Aah...I suppose you are right." He smiled, caressing D's cheek softly with his palm.

"I do have a lot of time to figure it out. We have the rest of our lives together to finish yet, after all. Do you think I'll figure it out by then?"

D stared at him with wide eyes, a blush settled on his cheeks, but eventually he found himself smiling yet again, and he nodded slowly.

"Possibly. " D whispered, leaning in to kiss David once more.

"Looks like we'll have to wait and see."
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Pewdie seductive mode activated.

... but hot damn Ken is sexy.
Just saying.

Which ship name do you sail by?
PewdieKen or CinnamontoastPie?


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