Flip a coin.
Two sides, right?
Two faces.
Nothing more, nothing less. Two fragments connected almost seamlessly and painlessly through physical means.
But rarely do you see a coin with the same face. Trick coins, maybe. False faces meant to lie.
This is no trick, no lie, Zim realized. His dark and alien eyes glinted in the eerie purple light, reflecting off the eyes so close to his. They narrowed in suspicion, prompting his tongue to let loose a string of curses as he backed away. It had to be. It couldn't be.
It couldn't be.
Yet it was. It was his own tongue, too close. His antennae brushing over his own, mimicking the nervous movements. His smirk he knew a certain human would see until his inevitable demise ended him.
Curling around Zim, his mirror image wrapped strong fingers around thin wrists. Zim didn't try to jerk away, shock still over-riding him. Not even seeing himself could break that shock. The intruder twirled him around to once again face the huge computer monitor, bending the arms he was holding behind Zim's back.
"Guess who~" he whispered into Zim's antenna, sounding a little melancholy.
"Guess who's going to be a little puddle on the floor of my lab in a few seconds if I am not released," Zim replied automatically, coming back to reality.
"Haha, there you go." A chuckle sounded.
"Get out. You shouldn't be here."
"Oh?" The other raised an eye ridge.
"I know why you're here."
"I need to be here." He released Zim's arms and wrapped his own around Zim's lean torso.
"You do not."
The arms tightened, thumbs hooking into Zim's collar. He felt the sharp claws digging into his neck, somehow tightening the prison.
"You need me to be here, otherwise I wouldn't have come."
Zim stared up at the monitor, silent. What they had said begins to sink in and he steps backward, closer to the one behind him.
"You heard them. It won't be long know. Don't give them what they want."
Zim looked down at the other's gloveless hands and at the irremovable band around his wrist. He understood, but his guts twisted in fear.
"If you wait, it'll be far too late. They'll have you."
A kiss on Zim's neck, soft. Encouraging, even.
"They can't have you, Zim."
He adjusted his arms to free one of Zim's, offering the device.
This other was right. Nothing could be done about it.
"Only I get to do such a thing."
Without waiting for Zim, he reached and pushed the button himself. Zim gasped and tried to pry the arms away, get away.
This was the trick coin, he realized.
Flip it, see where it lands.
I don't think anyone gets it. I don't think even I get it. Criticism?