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Chapter Six – New Disguises and Calm Moments

Zim had found a small clearing in one of the forests not too far from the outside of the city. He landed the Voot cruiser and jumped out, looking around, similar to what he did the first time ever stepping on Earth. He realized this and immediately straightened his form.

Dib had not had a good ride in the Voot, and his stomach was tossing. Dib hadn't remembered the last time he had been in an object moving that fast. He tried to get out of the cruiser, but it just made his stomach feel worse.

"Dib-thing? Why are you not out yet?" Zim asked, having come back over to the side of the ship, looking up expectantly for Dib to get out. He scowled slightly when the human didn't budge.

"I-I'm not feeling so good Zim…I'm just gonna sit here for a- oh shit!" Dib ignored the flips that his stomach did as he jumped out of the seat and ran to the nearest tree. He quickly wished that he had never had those chips at Zim's base, regretting it right now.

"Dib-thing? Dib are you alright?" Zim asked the sick human from a safe distance away from the male and the tree he was behind.

Dib came out from behind the tree finally, holding his head and trying to balance himself. "Yeah Zim, I'll be fine. I'm just not used to the cruiser's speed."

Zim raised a nonexistent eyebrow in question, but he soon shrugged and helped Dib back over to the side of the cruiser. He found the human a good sized rock for him to sit on, and made sure he was steady before changing the cruiser into the disguise creator.

Dib watched in amazement as the ship morphed, and it reminded him of 'Transformers' in a way, but he quickly shoved the thought out of his mind.

Zim took the now removable display screen off of it's perch and brought it over to Dib, letting him look through the styles.

Dib offered his friend a smile as he took it, and started shifting through the different designs. "Gross, old, pitiful, creepy, even creepier, I'm not quite sure that is! Zim, there's nothing good on here. Can you maybe make your own?" Dib asked hopefully, not wishing his friend to look like some old hobo in a cow suit.

Zim pondered this question for a moment, and took the device from the pale hands. He fiddled with it for a few minutes, using his spider legs once in awhile to pry a part out, or adjust something. When he paused for a moment, he smirked and he held it out to Dib again.

Dib took the screen again, doubtful that it would be any different, until he saw the display. It was completely new. There was a blank outline of a human, completely ready to be made. "Wow Zim! Great job! Alright, so first thing is skin. You can't be green…"

"I can't be green, hm? Well then, why don't I steal your skin?" Zim said with an evil smile, leaning in to Dib, scaring the teenager immensely. "Uhm, Z-Zim, I'd rather you didn't-"

Dib was cut off by Zim grabbing his arm and running a glowing pencil shaped device along the surface slowly. Dib's eyes widened, and before he could ask what Zim was doing, the other tapped the screen with the pointed end and the body immediately had pale white skin, exactly like Dib's.

"Wow…that's what you meant. Alright, I guess face and hair are next," Dib looked up at Zim as he scanned his own face, and touched the screen again. His facial features correct in every way. He then touched the eyes on the figure, and he scanned his lenses that he quickly placed in his eyes.

The figure was coming together beautifully so far, and Zim smiled softly at Dib's amazement of the technology. Zim cleared his throat, bringing the attention back to the task.

"Oh right, hair. Hm, let's see, you can use my color, but you have to choose the style…" Dib said, handing the device over to the other again. Zim scanned his hair quickly, and he entered in some words in Irken, and he moved on to the clothes, scanning the material of Dib's clothes quickly, and designing his own clothes on the screen.

Dib watched the other in amazement, looking at the screen as best as he could. It looked…fantastic. Dib was brought out of his thoughts when Zim scanned his ears and nose, shocked that the alien would have these features.

Of course he knew that Zim was going to go to every length he could to not be noticed. Zim looked over the display and smirked, happy with the outcome from what Dib could tell.

Zim placed the screen back onto it's resting spot and he gave Dib a small smile before stepping into the pod. He tried to hold back his screams, not wanting to draw attention to them in the forest, but as soon as it started, it was over.

Zim stepped out shakily onto the grass, feeling like Dib had earlier. There was hair in his eyes, and he tried to brush it out of his face, but it kept falling back in place. He finally gave up, straightening his form and stepping out in front of Dib.

Dib was shocked by the person in front of him. He was the same height as Zim, and the same eye color when the contacts were in, but there was a human there. He had five fingers even! A nose, ears, eyebrows, everything!

Zim now had shoulder length black hair, an 'emo' hairstyle with dark blue streaks in it. His eyes were a piercing violet, and his ears had the same rings as Dib's in them. He had a long-sleeve black and pink striped shirt on underneath a long black trench coat. He had on tight black jeans with rips in the sides and knees. On his feet, he had elevated Combat boots that stretched up his calf to his knees.

Zim smiled at Dib with perfect teeth, and he walked toward the human, turning to display his new disguise. Dib had left his mouth hanging open for a moment, having it closed by Zim's first two fingers.

"Now, now Dibblet, no staring," Zim said with a smirk. He slung his arm around Dib's shoulders and pulled him closer to him. "Well, now, let's go have a sleep-over, right Dibblet?" Zim said with his smile still in place.

Tallest Purple had dragged the other leader into the other room at his words. "Go to IRTH? Are you joking? You have got to be joking Red!" Purple shouted at the other as he tried to even process the thought of going to where Zim was.

"I know it sounds crazy Purple, but do you want to be overthrown by him? This is the only way to get rid of him. We have to…" Red said softly as he took the other by the shoulders and looked into his violet eyes.

Purple sighed and leaned forward and rested his cheek on the other's shoulder, feeling the other stroke his PAK. "You know, they better not be really ugly. That will mean we have to be really ugly until we find him." Purple shivered in disgust at the thought.

All Irkens thought that they were the only decent looking race they would ever find, and no one argued, because an Irken's pride was not something to go up against.

Red chuckled at his partner's thoughts, wondering how he possibly could be focusing on that right at the moment. He sighed, bringing the other up to both their full heights. He kissed the other's forehead softly, brushing his lekku with his fingertips.

"It's alright Pur, I won't care how ugly the race is, I will still know that it is the beautiful you I'm with," Red whispered to him softly, making the other grin.

"Yeah, you're right, I am beautiful!" Purple said before he patted the other's shoulder and walked out.

Red stood there with a confused look on his face for a moment before he realized what the other had said and he immediately followed after the other shouting, "Hey! Purple get back here!"

Both knew that this was probably going to be the last time they could be like this for a long while. It was going to be a stressful quarter-cycle.

A/N - A quarter-cycle is the amount of time it will be to get to Earth for them- just so you know! Thanks for reading guys!