Dib blinked his eyes. Where was he? The last thing he remembered was Gaz strapping him to the medicine…no…there was something after that…green? Something green…
"HI THERE!"
Dib jumped up in surprise, falling onto the floor. Turning around he saw Gir sitting on Zim's couch. He was smiling. Dib stood up and realized he had been sleeping on Zim's couch for a while. He looked back at Gir.
"You wanna play with da piggies?" he screeched and held up a rubber piggy.
"Um, no thanks. Say, do you know where Zim is?"
"Who master? Master's down stairs, on his computer, ehah!" Gir threw the piggy at the window, shattering it to bits. Dib quickly went into the kitchen and experimentally stood in the toilet.
He had seen Zim go down here before, but it was still weird. He tried flushing the handle and was instantly sucked down into the elevator. A voice came on overhead, "Where to."
"Umm, the main computer room please." He felt himself going downwards, right into Zim's base. He shifted from foot to foot until the door opened and he found Zim typing on his computer in Irken.
Dib walked over behind him.
"Zim, you better explain yourself right now."
"HUH?" Zim whirled around saw Dib and shut off the screen. "Do not sneak up on ZIM like that!"
"Enough of that Zim, can you please tell me why I'm at your house?"
"Well, you were asleep on your couch when Zim got bored and wanted to come home."
"What? Well then why did you bring me with you?"
"Why? I thought you knew?"
Dib stared at him blankly.
"Your arm Dib-stink."
Dib frowned and tugged on the sleeve of his trench coat until it was up to his elbow. He gasped. There, bright red and etched into his flesh was the Irken symbol. He had seen it on some of Zim's equipment and on some of his food.
"How…why…Zim?" Dib looked up to see Zim smiling wickedly. "Zim what the hell were you thinking?"
"I was thinking how cute you are when you're confused." His grin spread wider. Dib blushed.
"Yeah ok, but Zim seriously why? You know human skin scars pretty much for life."
"Yes yes," he waved his hand in the air, "Zim knows. Honestly Dib, I thought you would have figured it out by now." He turned away.
Dib marched up to him and spun his chair around.
"Zim please stop playing games. I don't remember much, just tell me."
"Really? So you don't remember…this?" Zim stood up and started to kiss Dib.
"Mmm!" Dib pushed him back trying hard not to blush even more but not succeeding. "Zim seriously cut it out…"
"Why? Do you not desire Zim?" Zim flattened his antenna and gave Dib the closest thing to a puppy-dog face he could muster.
"No, yes, what…?" Dib shook his head.
"Well then, maybe Zim can help you decide…"
"What?"
ugh sorry it's so short, i promise i'll try to make the next more more of a read...
