"I wanna make waffles!" The insane robot bounced up and down under Dib's fist. The boy sighed, lifting his fist, hoping Gir's metal wasn't too hard.
"Shut up or I hit you." Dib glanced toward the kitchen-Zim was already down the toilet.
"Okee-dokke! Hit me!" Dib sighed again, wondering why Zim hadn't been exposed already by Gir.
Oh yea, every almost human is a total idiot.
He brought his fist down as hard as he could, letting it sink into the fabric-like metal. Gir only smiled, until Dib's hand hit his AI chip. The little android went down like a sack of bricks, letting Dib have a chance to escape to the trash can.
"Finally…he was getting on my nerves." Dib shrugged as the garbage can lowered. His Pak suddenly heated up, making him start sweating.
Wow, it suddenly got hot in here. Zim needs to change the temp controls. He adjusted his glasses for a moment, until he realized when the pale purple light filtered into the elevator that his vision was blurred rather than clearing. He rubbed his glasses, but-nothing. Puzzled, Dib pulled off his 'ocular lenses' to wipe them on his shirt again-but to his surprise, his vision instantly cleared. He concentrated on the screen on the other side of the room, not even noticing Zim underneath it. His vision zoomed in, like camera lenses.
"Hey, I can see!" Zim's rough cackle cut through his words.
"Must be automatic ocular implants. Irkens get them at birth-yours must come with your Pak." Dib ran over to Zim, eager to start finding the cure, but tripped over his trench coat in his haste, sending the poor experiment boy sliding across the tile. Zim only laughed, some of the old rivalry shining through.
""Shut up, space boy." Dib muttered under his breath. His body was still as hot as a sauna, and as Dib struggled towards the Irken, Zim took note of the sweat-like substance coating Dib's body.
"What's the problem now?" Dib tried to shake off the uncomfortable burning feeling, but it stayed, stubborn as the sun.
"N-nothing…" Zim shook his head, frustrated.
"You need to tell me what's wrong, Dib hyuman. It affects me too, remember?" Dib sighed deeply, knowing Zim had him there.
"Well, I feel really hot, but I figured that was just the temp control in the base. You don't feel hot?" Zim shook his head slowly, worried.
"No, the AC is on." He took a cautious step forward, pulling a single glove off as his hand leaned forward to feel Dib's forehead. His instantly snapped his hand away, which was steaming slightly.
"Your sweat must still have a small bit of water. But, more importantly, you're burning up. COMPUTER! Evaluate Dib's Pak!" Without complaining for once, a large wire pulled out of the shadowy ceiling to attach to the main compartment of the Pak. Dib was feeling hotter every second, as if he was being burned alive from the inside out, but didn't want to show any weakness in front of Zim. The boy gritted his teeth tightly, not letting any noise slip out. The computer responded in a monotone.
"Glucose levels, normal. Heartbeat, faster than normal. Brain activity-"
"Just show me a chart!" Zim shouted, not wanting to wait for the necessary information. When a screen projected in front of him, his face started to pale.
"Holy mother of Irk…" Dib tried to twist around, but the wire was still embedded in his Pak.
"What? What is it?" Zim unhooked the wire, letting Dib free to see his own chart. The boy's face would have paled as well, had his skin color not already been drained by the heat. The faint pulsing glow of a certain statistic left them both unable to speak.
Temperature- 110 degrees. Dib unconsciously fell to his knees. His eyes started blurring with tears, stinging slightly, but he was too choked up to notice.
How am I even still alive? The Pak! It must be keeping …me…alive… His thoughts were starting to blur together. The heat was so intense, like a flame had erupted in his heart and was spreading to the rest of his body. The heat was the worst in his chest, near the back, by his spine.
"Zim…you can fix it…right?" Zim tore his gaze from the lilac screen, and his pained maroon eyes scared Dib.
"It's a Pak virus. I'll try to delete it, but…" Dib heart sped up, before dropping into his boots.
"T-try?" Zim gulped nervously, trying to smile weakly.
"Computer tried to hide it from me, but I have viruses too. I've never been able delete them, so I just deal. You're probably so vulnerable because you have little Irken DNA, so you're organic body can't fight the virus off, like most Irkens can. C'mon." Zim pulled his glove back on, before motioning to Dib to follow him. To his credit, Dib did try to stand up, but his body didn't respond the way he would've wanted. His knees buckled, and his head dropped to the cool tile. It was a moment of slight relief, before the flames erupted again, worse than before. It was too much-Dib let loose with a crazy scream, sounding like a small wounded animal. He didn't care Zim was in the room. Heck, he wouldn't have cared if Gaz was there. Just let… the… fire… stop!
Zim whipped around when he heard Dib cry-and raced back as fast as he could. Dib was curled up in the fetal position, scythe hair dropping lower every second. The sweat was pouring like a water fall now, and his eyes were slowly sliding shut.
"NO! Stay awake Dib-stink! Or…" Zim yawned, his mouth opening as wide as it went.
No! Irkens don't sleep! I have to save Dib! He flung the human over his shoulder, running as fast as he could for the table before he phased out of consciousness. He slapped Dib down, opening the back compartment of the Pak. An angry red spark was flying over everything, almost too fast for Zim's eyes to catch. The Irken's own eyelids were starting to droop.
No! Stay focused! He gulped, not wanting to use an energy boost from his Pak in fear of waking Dib up. If the boy woke now, a wave of pain beyond pain would flood his body, sending him into shock. Zim wormed his hand into Dib's Pak; he suddenly felt a wave of heat flood across his hand, winding up towards his chest.
"NO! COMPUTER! TERMINATE THIS…SPARK!" The computer chuckled, aiming a stun ray at Zim. The last thing Zim saw before getting blasted backwards was the small red light on the end of the weapon, aiming for his chest. He felt the spark evaporate, and smiled slightly before sinking into oblivion.
A/N: Woo, that was pretty good. I'm writing this a/n at 1:34 am, and I have tae kwon do testing today. I'm an idiot. Oh well…rate, review, and vote please! Hope you enjoyed! And by the way...it'll still be a while between updates. CURSE YOU, SKOOL! This one was done quicker because I had a few hours during the Packer game.