Lights blurred as consciousness clashed with control. Nothing made sense as his eyelids closed languidly again. A placated sigh escaped his lips as his body relaxed into the soft bedding around him. He couldn't understand why he was so happy. So content. He couldn't remember anything at all, and yet he was filled with overwhelming bliss.
"Dib..." Amber eyes lazily opened to stare at the figure who spoke his name. Pale fingers skittered across the cotton bed sheets, slowly reaching towards the other boy, trying to grasp a hold of him and pull him to the bed. Green lips receded to reveal jagged teeth in a small wicked grin. The action pulled a small whimper from the pale form on the bed. "Good morning." The tall green teen approached the bed, tracing a finger along the other boy's jaw.
Dib moaned wantonly, his back arching at the small touch, knuckles whitening as his long slim fingers gripped the bed sheets beneath him. Consciousness lost at control took hold again, giving into all of the Irken's demands, whatever they may be. The Irken just smiled as his nimble claws crept along the boy's neck, finding their way to his collarbone and tracing the firm skin there. A wicked smile spread across his features at the moaning and thrashing his actions caused. He was such a needy little boy. Such a greedy little boy. Such an obedient little boy.
"Such a good little boy..." He was truly a genius. He finally had Dib under claw with a bit of mind control. He wasn't quite sure why he hadn't considered mind control before, but he shrugged the idea off. It wasn't important. The Dib was his now, a puppy on a leash. Nothing would separate him from dominating Earth or the boy now.
"I'm going to go plan now. Make yourself at him, Dib. Be a good little boy and don't wander far." He watched Dib nod and smiled, turning to walk out the door. Dib sat up slowly, still getting over the shivers Zim's fingers sent down his spine. His bare feet hit the carpet, his toes wriggling in the odd fabricated floor covering. Standing, he stretched and headed towards the kitchen, his tummy needing something to eat.
Something tugged at his mind as he made his way to the linoleum room. Something deep and dark. He shook his head, trying to forget whatever it was, but it wouldn't leave. He'd as Zim later. Usually he knew what it was. For some reason his base had odd effects on him, Zim said, and he had some medicine he could take for nearly anything the house did. So he didn't worry too much.
With a spoon full of cereal in his mouth, he gazed out the window and watched all the kids line up for skool. Zim said he never had to go to that shithole again if he just stayed in the house. Sometimes Zim would take him shopping, but usually he just stayed inside. He liked it better inside anyways, so it didn't bother him. All he had to do was clean up after himself and Zim would let him stay. He was always so kind.
Something tugged at his mind when he thought that. Like the statement was wrong...a lie. He frowned. Zim said to never bug him when he was planning, but he didn't like how the house was making him feel. He walked over towards the intercom, his long finger hesitating before pressing the speech button.
"Yes Dib?" Zim sounded annoyed and Dib's frown deepened. He momentarily forgot what he wanted to ask in favor of leaving Zim to his work, but the Irken would only get further annoyed.
"Zim, I feel funny again. But this time I really don't like it. It's making me think really bad things..." Dib looked down at the ground, waiting for scolding and hoping that Zim would still give him some medicine for it. To his surprise, Zim didn't yell.
"What kind of things, Dib?" Dib thought a moment, trying to decipher exactly what his mind was telling him. It was hard because it was jumbled and barely coherent.
"Like...I shouldn't trust you. I know that's a lie, but I still don't like that I'm thinking it..." That's the only clear thought he could make out. Down in his lab, Zim frowned at that. Pressing the speech button with a claw, he gathered a bottle of pills.
"I'll bring you a few pills you can take, okay?" without waiting for an answer, he removed his goggles and headed up the elevator. It wasn't good that Dib was waking up. That wouldn't bode well. He'd have to make the pills stronger to keep a hold of the Dib's brain, lest he lose control.
Dib, like a good little boy, took the pills and washed them down with a sip from his bottled water. Zim kept it around purely for Dib's survival and if he ever spilt any, he would be severly punished. Dib was always careful. He thanked Zim as he watched the teen head down the elevator again. Now that he wouldn't hear those thoughts again, he finished off his cereal and dressed.
Usually he watched TV or played with GIR when Zim didn't need him during the day, but he felt like drawing instead. Grabbing a paper and a pencil, he sat down at the table and bit his bottom lip lightly, trying to decide what to draw. Nothing was coming to him as he sighed and lied his head on his arms on the table. Whenever he wanted to draw, he could never figure out what. Maybe he'd draw Zim.
He frowned at his work once he was done. It looked like a kindergartener drew it. Crumpling the paper up, he grabbed another piece, trying again. After his 23rd or 24th paper ball, he finally threw the pencil across the room, letting out a frustrated yell. Why couldn't he draw? Even his sister had confided that he was fairly good at drawing! Now all he could do was stick figures and circles. He felt like crying, but he didn't.
"Dib. I need you to run to the store and pick up some paper clips." Dib looked towards the intercom before rushing over and pressing the speech button.
"Okay! I'll be back in a few!" He loved running errands for Zim, because it made him feel useful. Grabbing his wallet and his trench coat, he headed out the door and down the bleak sidewalk.
Meanwhile, Zim couldn't finish what he was working on without the items he sent Dib to retrieve so he headed upstairs to fetch a muffin. His ruby gaze wandered over the kitchen as he stepped out of the elevator and stopped on a piece of paper on the table. He approached the table, staring down at the picture. It was a sloppy picture of himself, Gir and Dib, all smiling. It was odd and Zim tilted his head to see if it looked better from a different angle. He stepped backwards to get a better look when his antennae perked at the sound of crumpled paper. Looking down, he became confused by all the paper balls littering that corner.
He began unfolding them all, one by one, only to look at millions and millions of Zim sketches. He wasn't quite sure what to make of them. Dib had drawn them all, no doubt, but why? Gathering the papers up, he sent them down the shoot to his room. He wanted to keep the creepy sketches. He didn't know why, he just did. He left the drawing on the table in it's place as he grabbed a muffin, sitting on the couch.
Now he waited for his Dib to return.
