Irken Dib

~~Note: This is a for-fun-only (read: stupid, juvenile, and probably altogether...not good writing) story that I wrote on a whim. Not to be taken srsly plx, also not to be taken as an example of my writing skill, because I wrote this without an awful lot of regard for style or accuracy, and I didn't go back and do much editing. I know this is done a lot, I just like the idea of Dib being Irken(it amuses me so). Also, he's 17 in this story, and I know that Older!Irken!Dib had been done before, too. I don't mean to copy anyone, I just wanted to have a go at it...put my own spin on it, if you will. xD Now for the obligatory copyright info. I do not own Invader Zim, Dib, or any other related characters of properties. Viacom does. Jhonen Vasquez should, but he doesn't. Moving along now, nothing to see here!~~

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Dib looked at the clock on the stand beside his bed. 4 AM? Hmm, I meant to get more sleep than that, he thought, but he coulnd't get back to sleep. He rolled over onto his right side. That didn't help him sleep at all. He tried to roll over onto his back, but...

"Ow!"

Dib suddenly felt as if he was lying on top of something very hard and very lumpy. He got out of bed and checked his back, and noticed that he was wearing a PAK.

A PAK?!?

It looked like Zim's but it wasn't Zim's, though it reminded him of the time he actually did have Zim's pack stuck on him; this one was grey with blue spots and seemed to be attatched firmly...it felt like it went into his spine. Joy.

He checked himself over, and, sure enough...he was Irken, or at least it was a very good trick to make him seem Irken. Three-fingered Irken hands, check. Irken face...he felt where his nose would be. Nothing. Check. No ears, either. Irken antennae? He raised his hand to his head and ran his fingers over one of his two brand new bug-like feelers. Check. Dib also felt as if something was missing...besides the obvious, ears, nose, hair, some fingers, there was also...

He checked. Yeah. Irken's don't have those either, do they? Dib's thoughts were, for a moment, on the seeming loss of his masculinity. He also wondered how he'd pee, if Irkens even peed. But he'd figure that out later. His thoughts went to who could have possibly done this.

And why?

The 'who' came instantly to his mind. Zim, of course, he thought. Who else could it be? But why? How? Zim had a lot of crazy gadgets and technology but Dib didn't think he had anything that could do something this complex, to change the very makeup of someone, but it had to be Zim, didn't it?

It had to be Zim.

And Dib was going to find out.