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I am such a terrible writer... sorry for leaving you guys with that cliffhanger. Just so you guys know, I'M NOT DEAD. I'm just writing more poetry than fan fiction at the moment, so I kind-of migrated to fiction press. If any of you want to check out my poems, my fiction press user is the same. Sooo... to the story...
The Worst Kind of Cure
Gaz POV
Oh god, oh god, oh god, OH GOD. Dib's not moving, he's not getting up, WHAT HAPPENED? He was fine before... The cure. It must have been defective. WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO, ALIEN?
"ZIM!" She screeched, "DO. SOMETHING." He had been standing there for the past ten seconds, looking whiter than a ghost, but her words snapped him back into reality. His eyes widened into a panic, and he looked around madly. His spider legs popped out of his pak and sprinted to the next room over. The storage room, she recalled. She started to run after him, but before she got halfway he was back with a strange metal container.
"What the hell is-" She started, but Zim interrupted her.
"NO TIME; MUST WORK."
He pulled out a strange looking device and drilled two holes into Dib's back. Gaz winced, and felt glad that Dib was unconscious. She wondered why the wounds weren't bleeding. Zim grabbed the metal container, and Gaz saw him cross two of his fingers. He pressed it to Dib's back.
…
Oh my god.
Zim POV
Zim couldn't help but smile when he saw the pak light up. It was working. Dib would survive. No... Zim though. He would do more than survive. He would improve. His smile dropped the minute he saw Gaz's face.
Horror.
Disgust.
Hatred.
Emotions that made him want to die. He got over it in a few seconds, however. This was the only way to save him. He would be impervious to all other human diseases and ailments, as well! Surely she just didn't see all the ups to this little cure. ...She would see, eventually. Even now, the Irken DNA was fixating itself to Dib's own. He would be faster, stronger, smarter, and overall better...
...Right?