The Nightmare Begins...Again

Disclaimer: Me no own Invader ZIM, although, I do own the all da DVD!

A/N: Ok, my first attempt at an evil-type fanfic...I think all readers (aka-the big Fluff (cuz i make him) and Gizmo) gasp I know, I know. in Mysterious Mysteries announcer voice The story you are about to read makes hardly any sense at all. this is a combo of what you get when you cross boredom with an Invader ZIM freak.

"Oh, my sq...squeedlyspooch..." ZIM moaned in pain. He looked around at his dismantled house for the billionth time.

"Stupid TAK," GIR was lying in front of ZIM, his chest cavity contents strewn around him. ZIM's PAK was lying not too far off, suffering the same fate as GIR. Wires and other assorted stuff from the ceiling were all around the room. All easily repairable if the tiny IRKEN soldier wasn't stuck to his couch. He'd been seeing this same carnage for about a week now. His PAK was added to the carnage about an hour ago, before it was broken beyond use so he couldn't escape his prison, and the smallest of the invaders was really starting to feel the effects. ZIM had thought of using the self-destruct button several times, but the vengeful IRKEN female had stolen it so ZIM could "die a cold, lonely, hopeless death." He looked at his right arm, imagining the button still there. ZIM had been weighing the chances of him dying in his fortress or on a autopsy table. At first he'd thought the table, but none of those filthy humans had come. Stupid creatures. He'd have figured by now that the Dib-stink would have noticed his absence. Just then the doorbell rang.

RING

The Skool's bell rang as Dib gathered his books. He looked again at the empty seat by the door before Ms. Bitters called him to her desk.

"Dib, since ZIM has been absent for a week now and only you and Keef know where he lives, you will give him his homework."

"Um, ok. But, why'd you pick me?"

"Because Keef thinks ZIM is a squirrel. Now take these and go." She handed Dib ZIM's books and shoved him out the door. When he got outside he saw Gaz and figured he'd tell her he wasn't going home with her.

"Hey, Gaz..."

"Don't bug me, Dib. I'm in the zone."

Dib shrugged and merrily headed toward ZIM's house. 'This is a perfect opportunity to expose ZIM for the alien he really is. Good thing I brought my digital camera.' He got to the front door surprisingly easily. The lawn gnomes didn't move at all. Actually, a few of the gnomes looked severely damaged. 'ZIM must be getting lazy. Well, lazier,' he thought. Dib got his camera ready and rang the doorbell, hoping to get ZIM without his disguise on. But no one answered the door; there wasn't even a squeal from that little robot-dog thingy. He opened the door and there were two explosions from secret doors on each side of the room.

Dib looked around at the house and saw a complete mess. The poor little robot had its contents strewn on the ground. Dib looked at the couch and saw ZIM attached to it by robotic arms. He looked horrible. A black eye, dark purple blood everywhere, and his left leg looked crushed.

"What happened here?" Dib stared at the pathetic looking alien. ZIM's eyes narrowed and he looked away.

"TAK," he said dryly. ZIM had trouble even uttering this word, vocal cords not being used very often for things other than grunting.

Dib looked at ZIM in surprise. He couldn't believe how menacing the little green guy looked, and at the same time, how helpless.

"Why didn't you use your spider-leg things to get out of there?"

ZIM pointed a gloveless finger at the blood stained egg-looking thing next to GIR. Dib looked at the piece of machinery on the floor. 'OK, there's another reason he's so weak. Oh, God, I've gone mad.' As he thought this, Dib walked over to ZIM and started tearing off the mech stuff holding him to the couch.

"What are you doing!" asked ZIM, surprised. "You've said before that you wanted my 'ZIM guts' all over a table." Dib smiled inwardly at the memory of that last sentence.

"I do, I guess. But, it just won't seem very rewarding if I bring you in like this. You look terrible."

A small noise issued from ZIM's throat and he laid back on the couch and let Dib do his work, being to weak to protest. When he finished, Dib found a couple short pieces of machinery and gave them to ZIM. He gave Dib a quizziling look.

"Make-shift crutches. You can use them until we get to my house."

"What makes you think I'm going there, human?"

"I figured we could repair some of your stuff and get a cast for that leg. We could probably work on your dog fir..."

"NO! I will not go to an enemy's house to have my things repaired!"

"Well, does your stuff work right now?"

"...no."

"Then you don't have much of a choice do you?" He saw ZIM give him an evil look. Dib sighed inwardly and went over to help. ZIM tried to push him away, but ended up pushing himself off the couch.

"Ah!" ZIM doubled over. 'Why did it hurt so much now, when earlier I could ignore the pain?' Dib went over to help the tiny IRKEN up. ZIM took the crutches and let Dib help him and before the two enemies went out of the fortress, ZIM found a pair of sunglasses and a hat. The bigger headed of the two was carrying a bag with the dysfunctional SIR pieces and PAK and half-dragging his enemy.

Ziggy: Gee, wasn't that nice?

ZIM: Why are you making me go into the clutches of the filthy human?

GIR: sobbing WHY AM I DEAD! I CAN'T EAT TACOS IF I'M DEAD!

Dib: Ok, why am I helping the one who's planning to destroy my planet...

Ziggy: And mine.

Dib:...and why do you continue to say I have a big head!

Ziggy: The answers to those questions are simple...

G, Z, & D: Well...

Ziggy: I don't know, you'll come back to life and eat tacos till your bacon's content, still don't know, and you do have a big head.

GIR: Yea! Bacon! rolls around on floor

Ziggy: Hey GIR, let's go play with rubber piggies! goes off and plays w/rubber piggies w/GIR as ZIM and Dib just kinda stand there

Dib: angrily R&R I guess.

ZIM: Yes! You FILTHY HUMANS! REVIEW! DO NOT INVOKE THE WRATH OF THE IRKEN ELITE!