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Betraying the Rivalry: Chapter Eleven: A Brand New Foe
Dib checked to see if Zim was out of sight from his bedroom window before even going over to his door to open it. He wondered whom it could be, but before answering it, he made it look like he hadn't been doing anything but the usual experimenting. He opened the door to find Debbie on the other side of it.
"Oh, hi Debbie, come in, come in," Dib said with a fake smile. "Don't mind the mess, I was building something," Dib lied.
"I thought I heard voices in here, Dib," Debbie stated, her fake smile finally gone. "Where did he go?" Debbie asked.
"Where did who go, Debbie? It's only me in here," Dib said with feigned innocence.
"Don't play games with me, Dib. Where did the alien go?" Debbie asked as she started to back Dib up into a wall.
"What alien? I don't know an alien," Dib lied through his teeth as he backed up from her.
"Zim, Dib, where did he go?" Debbie asked as she began to search his room for any signs that Zim had been there.
"Forget it, Debbie, I'm not going to let you near him," Dib stated, dropping his innocent act.
"Look, Dib, if Zim stays here on Earth, he'll take it over! He's under the orders of his superiors to take it over, so don't tell me he won't," Debbie told him.
"Look, Debbie, I know for a fact that he won't be posing a threat to the human race anymore," Dib stated knowingly.
"So you admit that he's an alien? Do you have any idea how much danger you just put him in right now?" Debbie asked tauntingly.
"Yeah, I know, but I also know that Zim can get out of any situation you throw at him," Dib told her.
"How would you know, Dib? The only human who ever tried to prove he was an alien and capture him was you, a mere boy at the age of twelve, almost, and you've never even seen an alien, let alone capture one, until you met him. Now me, on the other hand, I'm much older, and, in the past, I've dealt with plenty of aliens. Who do you think has a better chance at capturing Zim?" Debbie asked.
"Stay away from Zim, Debbie. I'm warning you, if you so much as touch my only friend, I--"
" 'Only friend,' Dib? I wonder how the two of you became friends in the first place. From what Gaz tells me, you two never got along until a little over a month ago. Explain to me how that happened," Debbie ordered.
"Like I'd ever tell you!" Dib told her angrily.
"Tell me, Dib, or I can blow up Zim's house if you decide not to," Debbie threatened as she grabbed him by the shirt.
Dib flinched at her grip, but his glare never died. She wouldn't dare as to do that. That would be destroying her evidence. "We came to an understanding, like I told you last night, Debbie. As to what we came to an understanding on, I'll never tell you, for Zim's sake. Besides, you wouldn't do that anyway, you would be destroying your evidence," Dib told her. He smiled at her triumphantly, even though her grip tightened on him.
Debbie looked down at the ground as she realized the child in her hands was right. She muttered a reasonably strong curse as she tossed him back down onto the ground. "I have my eye on you, Dib, and Zim. I'll promise you this before I leave to go to my meeting: Zim's guts will be spewed across an autopsy table by the end of the week," Debbie said just before she slammed his door shut.
"Jeez, did I sound that crazy when I promised Zim that?" Dib asked himself as he straightened out his trench coat. The war was on. He grabbed his cell phone; he had to warn Zim about Debbie.
"Hello, Zim here…. Oh, hi Dib, how's it going?… You're kidding…. Man, not this all over again… Let her try to, Dib, just let her try…. She won't be able to touch me!… Okay, okay, I'll be careful…. Yes, I'm pretty sure everything is secure in my home base…. Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow…. Oh, and come a different way, just incase Debbie follows you…. Bye Dib," Zim finally said before hanging up the phone. Dib sounded a whole lot like those girls on TV that constantly nagged at their boyfriends.
Zim sighed. This was just what he needed, a crazed human bent on making him miserable. Oh joy, the life of an Irken Invader who can't invade anymore to begin with since he was banished. The poor human had no idea what she was dealing with. He knew Dib tried explaining to her that he wasn't going to take over the world, but he knew that most people (humans and Irkens alike) only heard what they wanted to hear.
Zim smiled at the thought of Dib. He still was very happy that Dib felt the same way towards him. Oh, if that didn't make him happy, he didn't know what would. He was glad that Dib had caught on to what he was trying to say before that stupid phone had cut him off. He was still confused as to if they were…oh, what was it that the humans called it again? Going out. He wondered if they were going out now, or if they were still friends. He had planned to ask Dib while they were reading the magazines, but he never got the chance.
Suddenly, as Zim took off his disguise and trotted over to the toilet entrance to his lab, Zim felt as if he wasn't alone anymore. He looked over at the couch to see if Gir was there, and didn't see the little android. He turned around and continued to the toilet, but stopped when he thought he heard a noise.
"Gir? Is that you?" Zim asked, trying to show no fear. "Come on, Gir, it isn't funny to trick your master like this," Zim said as he turned around and walked out of the kitchen and looked around his fortress.
Zim shrugged it off when he couldn't find Gir. Then he head the noise again, accompanied by a small click of the roll of film being put into a camera. "Computer! Scan the house for foreign bodies!" Zim ordered out of habit.
'There is an unidentifiable heat energy coming up from above you," the computer said after a few seconds of searching.
Zim looked up stupidly to see who it was, only to be blinded by a flash of light. "Damn you, whoever you are!" Zim shouted as he tended to his eyes. "Computer, capture the intruder!" Zim ordered while he nursed his eyes so that he could see again.
"What's the matter, Zim, can't do anything without the help of your precious computer?" a feminine voice asked him. Zim turned to the voice and saw a woman, who he figured to be Debbie. "If you are wondering who I am, my name is Debbie Doom, or D.D., to the Swollen Eyeballs, but you may call me Debbie," she told him. "I'm the future step-mother to your only friend, Zim, if you are still confused as to who I am," Debbie continued.
"I know who you are, I'm not that stupid!" Zim replied.
"You could have fooled me. You do know that I have pictures of you now, right?" Debbie asked him as she showed him her camera.
"I know, Debbie, Dib once tried getting pictures of me, before we were friends," Zim told her.
"Oh, really? Well, well, well, Dib's smarter than I thought," Debbie in slight approval. "Too bad he wasn't competent enough to show the world those photos…. I'll make a deal with you, Zim," Debbie began.
"What kind of deal?" Zim said as he pushed a button on his emergency communicator he used in such times, and it was already wired to Dib's communicator.
Dib looked over at his communicator in his house, and saw that there was a transmission trying to get through. He pushed the button to turn it on, and it showed him Zim and Debbie. He remained quiet as he watched what was taking place before him.
"Just a deal, Zim," Debbie answered him. Dib narrowed his eyes at Debbie's image, as he figured she had gotten pictures of Zim. "I won't send any of the pictures I just took of you to any government officials or TV shows, as long as you do what I say," Debbie started.
"Go on," Zim told her.
"You are to stay away from Dib, at all times, unless you are forced to work on something together for skool, only during skool," Debbie ordered him.
"Why should I stay away from him? He's my friend!" Zim shouted at her. Dib was dying to throw a punch at her, how dare she do that to his Zim!
"Because I don't want you near him," Debbie answered. "And are you really his friend, Zim, or is it all an act?" Debbie asked him. Zim opened his mouth to reply, but she cut him off. "Don't answer that, Zim, it'll probably be a lie, anyway." Dib watched Zim glare at her.
"What if I try to get those pictures back?" Zim asked.
"The deal would be off, alien," Debbie answered.
"What if I don't want to be apart of the deal?" Zim continued.
"Then say good bye to your sorry hide, Zim," was all Debbie had to say to make her point.
Zim looked down at the ground and thought about it. Or, at least he acted like he thought about it. He already knew he was going to take her up on the deal, but he asked all the questions she was probably expecting him to ask. "Fine, Debbie, it's a deal," Zim told her finally as he walked up to her in order to shake her hand. Debbie had then just realized how short Zim really was,
"Good choice, Zim. And remember, one wrong move, and say good bye to your secret identity," Debbie said. She turned around and walked out of his house. Zim watched her leave before turning on the screen part to his communicator.
"Did you get all of that, Dib?" Zim asked.
"No, I've only been sitting here and not paying attention to what was going on. Of course I got all of that! But why didn't you ask her about talking to me through phones and emails?" Dib asked.
"I didn't ask her because it would have made her suspicious. Are you willing to help me get those pictures back?" Zim asked him, getting right down to business.
"Zim, you know I can't let her get away with it! I don't want the one person who ever truly cared for me cut up on an autopsy table," Dib assured him. "I care too much for you to let her get away with it," Dib added.
"Don't get all sappy on me now, Dib, though I feel the same way about you. Just try and get those pictures for me, or help me find out where she's going to hide them," Zim ordered.
"Of course, Zim. I'll keep as good as an eye on those pictures I can possibly keep," Dib reassured him.
"Good. Thank you so much, Dib, I really owe you for this," Zim said.
"Don't worry about it. Look, I have to go, Debbie just pulled up in her car, bye," Dib stated as he kept an eye on Debbie.
"See ya Dib, and good luck," Zim wished.
"Yeah, we'll need it," Dib said before turning off the communicator.
Arm: Oh, come on, you knew that Debbie was going to be the next human to be chasing after Zim. You guys just had to know.
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