Author's Note: So this is the plotbunny of the evening. I had the idea while attempting to draw Gir. I made Dib into a SIR unit and I liked the idea of him trading places with Gir. I realize that Gir had a similar experience with "Invasion of the Idiot Dog Brain", but I don't know if I'll even continue this. Let me know if you think it's worthwhile.

Also, for those of you who want a continuation of Eternity, I have an update. I am still playing with the idea of continuing it, considering I like the sharp punch of Dib's death. I may just leave it up to my readers to imagine if Dib really is still alive or not. We'll see what happens. For now, enjoy~

EDIT::: This has been renamed D.I.B. and a whole new plot as been introduced. It works off of the same first chapter so if you have already read this, it hasn't changed. Enjoy!

~DeathlyFlames

D.I.B. Chapter 1

Dib secured his belt as he was walking down the street towards Zim's house. He was ready. This was the day he was going to finally capture hard evidence of Zim on film. He would be famous for his discoveries! Dying sunlight fell on his skin and his footsteps were almost silent on the pavement. The streets were empty as families filed into their respective kitchens and eating areas to share their communal meals. He would have to save dinner until late, however, because he had much more important things to attend to. Like saving the world.

As he approached Zim's conspicuous home, he noticed the stupid robot had left the window open again, and he silently cheered to himself. This was the perfect day for exposing his sworn enemy! He pulled his mask over his head, leaving himself cloaked entirely in black, leaving only a space for his glasses. His plan was simple. And it would definitely work.

Zim emerged from his lab, entering the living room through an elevator in the floor. He was in good spirits today, having created the cleverest invention ever. It was simple. He would capture the Dib, and use his new machine to control Dib-stink's mind completely. He got the idea from when he used Pastulio to control his classmate's actions. His ingenious machine would magnify that same power, making the Dib into his human slave. And with the Dib out of the way, Zim could rule the Earth with no interruptions! Zim laughed, the tones echoing through his domicile.

"This plan is flawless! Now I just need to find the Dib-worm…" Zim pondered this for a moment. Just how could he get the Dib to use the machine on him? Zim looked around the room and stopped when he saw the window.

"Gir!"

"Yes, my master!" The tiny robot flashed red, saluting his Irken commander.

"Gir, did you leave the window open again?" the Irken shouted at his henchman.

"Oh, yeah…" Gir returned to his previously teal state and returned to monitoring Earth broadcasts. Zim stomped over to the window and shut it before turning towards Gir once more.

"Gir! You can't keep leaving the base so exposed! When you leave windows and doors open it cases a hole in the security! I'm going to be in the lab. Don't let anyone in." he sighed and started back towards the entrance to his lab.

Dib felt himself losing his grip on the wiring. He was right above the alien's head, watching as he yelled at his companion. He closed his eyes and hoped that Zim would go back into his lab before he fell from his position. Where he was, he was perfectly hidden. But one wrong move and he would be sent tumbling to the floor, at the mercy of his sworn enemy. He opened his eyes and watched as the green boy stepped closer and closer to the exit. Each second seemed like an eternity as he felt his fingers slowly sliding down the metal wire. He tried to wrap his legs more securely around the metal, and cursed to himself as he completely dislodged himself from the ceiling. He felt himself fall, then crash into the floor.

Zim turned, startled, PAK legs at the ready. He grinned maliciously as he saw Dib land on his floor, right in front of him. Dib's eyes widened and Zim took the opportunity and sent his razor-sharp metal spears right at the frightened boy. Dib scrambled to his feet and started to run, stopping only when he felt the chilled metal as it ripped through each shoulder. His face went white and he shrieked. Fear was the only thing on his mind as he started sliding back towards the alien across the floorboards. He yanked at the legs, hoping to dislodge them from his flesh. It was no use; they wouldn't budge. He felt the warm blood as it dripped from his shoulders and he was suddenly a prisoner. He struggled against Zim as he pulled him close. He dragged Dib over to the elevator and wrapped one hand around his neck, keeping them close together. The elevator was not meant for many people. As much as Zim hated being this close to the filthy pig smelly, he didn't want his precious slave being injured by the elevator.

Dib felt his vision waver somewhat, the loss of blood finally getting to him. As he was brought into the bowels of Zim's base, he saw only flashes. He saw red machinery, large screens, blinking lights and a low mechanic hum resonated through the area. Zim dragged him through two doors, into a room with a computer screen and a large glass pod. Wires extended from the top of the pod to the machinery beside it.

"Computer, activate dome." Zim barked the command to seemingly nothing, yet the computer responded by lifting the pod from the floor. Dib was shoved into it, the legs ripping from his skin. His scream was weak, but he turned to face Zim. The pod had closed quickly, milliseconds after Zim had released Dib from his PAK, so Dib didn't have time to jump out. He screamed at Zim, his words muffled by the glass. He pounded his fists on the walls of his prison, fatigue slowing his actions. Dib felt his shoulders scream with each movement, but he kept up the fight. He would not go down easily. Zim threw his head back and laughed. It was a sickening sound to Dib, and he heard it almost every day. That laugh chilled him to the bone. It was evil and spoke of pure malevolence. The laugh of his enemy.

Zim had retraced his legs back into his PAK and he stepped over to the blinking machinery. He pushed some buttons, and spoke to the computer. Dib watched as Zim laughed once more and a loud humming started. It came from above him, signaling the start of the machine. His fists pounded harder with the new determination. He pressed his shoulders and feet against each side of the glass, pushing with every fiber of his being. Nothing moved; not even a crack in the glass. The humming became a whirring, and the machine started sparking. Dib looked at Zim and noticed sparks flying behind him. He looked closer at the source and saw Gir pulling on wires. He took the sparking ends and put them in his metal mouth and head, laughing uncontrollably.

Zim heard Gir too late. He turned to yell at the robot for interrupting him, only to find his henchman had taken the wires to his precious machinery and was playing with the sparks. He had two wires in his head, and three in his mouth. His laughter was muffled, but ecstatic nonetheless. Zim gasped and ran at him.

"Gir! Get away from the machine! You'll ruin everything! Stop it! Stop it now!" He tried to yank the wires away from the robot, but was sent backwards with a shower of blue sparks. Dib looked above him and saw the machine here had started sparking wildly, a circular metal disk was spinning and a light flashed. Dib covered his face with his arm and waited.

Nothing happened. Dib opened his eyes and looked around. He was out of the tube! He stood up and ran towards the door, before being stopped short. He reached up to his head and pulled out large wires. Horrified, Dib tried to yell. A muffled screech came from his mouth.

"What?" he stated quietly, observing his situation. He saw Zim waking up to his right. The alien rubbed his head and glared at Dib.

"Gir! Look at what you did now! You broke my perfect machine!" Dib blinked. Gir? He looked at himself. He was made of metal. The stupid robot must have done something when he was playing with the wires. He started to hyperventilate, but stopped himself. He was Gir, Zim's loyal henchman. He didn't take long to formulate another plan. Since he was in the mind of his enemy's only confidante, he would use it to his advantage. What better way could he be undercover? He grinned and spoke to Zim, his voice more high pitched than usual, with a slight metallic ring to it.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to break your machine-thingy." Zim looked taken aback as Gir admitted to his mistake, but accepted it.

"Yes, Gir, it is about time you realized how inferior you are to Zim!" Zim grinned to himself, "Now go upstairs and monitor some more Earth broadcasts. I need to fix this mess!" Dib looked at the pod for the first time since he realized he wasn't himself. His body was still there, eyes closed and slumped against the glass.

Zim shook his head as he checked for Dib's pulse. The Dib was alive, but the shock had knocked him unconscious.

"Computer, ready Holding Cell 6 for the filthy human." Dib saw himself being carried by Zim's PAK legs towards another door before he left the room. If he was going to pretend to be Gir, he would have to do what Zim says, even if the thought of obeying that alien made him physically sick.