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So, this story is told in two parts, and is actually really clever (still feel vain for saying that ^^; but anyways...)
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"Daddy!" the little boy whined.
"What is it, my Smeet?! I've given you your medicine, I've tucked you in. Zim has even given you a kiss goodnight. What on Irk have I forgotten now?" Zim moaned, standing at the frame of the door, inches away from freedom.
The sickly figure sniffed, giving a pitiful cough for that extra vote of sympathy, "I wanna story."
"A story?" the Irken repeated, going back over to the bed. He knew it was too good to be true, anyway.
"A-a bedtime story, Daddy Zim," he sniffed again, looking so ill from where the Irken was standing. He got scolded by Dib for coming in with a surgical mask the last time, scaring the poor child half to death. So it was taking every fibre of his being to be in the same room as the feverish child, "Please?"
Zim rolled his eyes, pulling up the chair by the side table near the child's purple and blue duvet-covered bed. Little Dez smiled, pulling his stuffed piggy close as Zim sat a little nearer, "Alright, what story would you like to hear tonight?"
Dez thought for a few moments, sniffing every once in a while. He then looked back to his father, a tiny smile coming to his flushed face, "Daddy, tell me the story of when I was born..."
Zim leaped up, "DIB!"
Normally, with a scream like that, the panicked Human father would have been tumbling in through the door, landing in a fighting stance. But what with their son being ill, these sorts of calls for help had become a regular thing. So when Dib came strolling in, his look was one of indifference, "Yes, what is it now, Zim? Did Dez sneeze on you again?"
But Dib had to admit Zim was a little too sheepish for this not to be something serious, "Zim?"
The alien looked back to Dez, still a little shocked, "Y-your f-f-father here can per-perhaps t-t-tell you that s-story."
"What story?" Dib walked over to the bed, noting how his son was looking a little better than he did that morning.
"I wanna bed time story, so Daddy Zim asked what I wanted. I asked for the story of when I was born," Dez sniffed once more.
Dib looked at Zim, their faces now a matching set. Dib gulped and sat down on the edge of the bed, "My little Invader…that's an odd request," he laughed awkwardly, "Why do you want to hear that story?"
"I was just curious and stuff," he hugged the piggy once more, looking so innocent and cute.
Dib looked back at Zim, the alien shrugging. Dib then turned to the boy, "Um…okay. Uh…"
They needed to think about how to phrase this properly. Then Dib had an idea, something that the little four year old would surely believe and not be mentally scarred over, "Okay, then. If you're sure you can handle it…"
"Imma big boy, I can!" he yelped, trying to convince his dad that he really wanted to hear this story.
Dib ruffled his hair a little, trying to calm the enthusiastic little boy down, "Well, it started…"
"Dib!" Zim threatened, but the Human gave him a slight wink, trying to let him know that it would be okay.
"Okay, so, our story begins like any other…In a land far, far away…"