Author's Note: This whole new plot turn surprised even me. I just wrote whatever spilled out of me head. So, the story might be even more chaotic than it originally was.
Did you know when I was planning out this story, Dib was not insane?
Silly me. I'm sick. I can't speak.
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Gir was happy. All sorts of good things had happened today. A man with dirt all over his coat and pee stains on his pants told him to "Fuck Off", and this nice lady with red bumps all over her face made loud noises when he told her that her face was as pretty as a Bloaty's Pizza.
Skipping joyfully into the lab. He saw the shiny liquid that Zim was taking lately. Twas shiny. And sparkly. Gir knew he must not touch it. But piggy said it was okay. Piggy always knew what was right.
Gir reached out to touch the serum when he heard his master shout. "GIR! HELP ME!"
The duty mode chip, as small as it was, activated. "Yes, M'lord?"
"Get, I, the amazing ZIM, out of this infernal hell of my own base!" Zim was really starting to panic now. The Dib! He could not stop thinking of him. He wanted to embrace this stupid human. These intentions were un-irkenly... or something. They were flithy anyway. Stupid DIB. Stupid SCYTHE. stupid, Stupid, STUPID.
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Dib felt like he was a spectator in his own body. He couldn't control anything anymore. Like an invisible wall blocking him.
You fool Dib, you fucking fool. You let down your mental barriers for one minute, and something gets through.
It's your fault. You tricked me.
I've tricked you once before Dib. Feminine's voice went from the whisper to the strong, proud, and strange almost British accent. (Who didn't see this coming a mile away?)
TAK?
You stupid human. Yes, it's been me possessing you for this time. But, it's YOUR fault that this happened. YOUR fault that I died. YOUR fault that Zim defeated me. You came up with the plan to destroy me after the proof came. YOU WRETCHED HUMAN!
You're dead?
Yes, you moron. I've been dead for quite some time. Remember the big battle where you tried helping the Resisty defeat Invader Tenn whom had been recently discovered by the Meekrob? I died in that fight. IF YOU HADN'T HELPED ZIM THE FIRST TIME I FOUGHT HIM, THAT NEVER WOULD HAVE HAPPENED.
Why are you possessing me, why not Zim?
Because... Nothing is more humiliating to an Irken soldier than falling in love. Besides the final act of course. The act of which there is no forgiveness.
Lemme guess... Sex?
No, you moron. You humans would never understand. The horror of this action is beyond redemption. And it's going to damn both of you. I WILL SEE TO IT.
I won't let you Tak.
Don't make me laugh, meatbag. Don't make me laugh.
Did you know when I was planning out this story, Dib was not insane?
Silly me. I'm sick. I can't speak.
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Gir was happy. All sorts of good things had happened today. A man with dirt all over his coat and pee stains on his pants told him to "Fuck Off", and this nice lady with red bumps all over her face made loud noises when he told her that her face was as pretty as a Bloaty's Pizza.
Skipping joyfully into the lab. He saw the shiny liquid that Zim was taking lately. Twas shiny. And sparkly. Gir knew he must not touch it. But piggy said it was okay. Piggy always knew what was right.
Gir reached out to touch the serum when he heard his master shout. "GIR! HELP ME!"
The duty mode chip, as small as it was, activated. "Yes, M'lord?"
"Get, I, the amazing ZIM, out of this infernal hell of my own base!" Zim was really starting to panic now. The Dib! He could not stop thinking of him. He wanted to embrace this stupid human. These intentions were un-irkenly... or something. They were flithy anyway. Stupid DIB. Stupid SCYTHE. stupid, Stupid, STUPID.
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Dib felt like he was a spectator in his own body. He couldn't control anything anymore. Like an invisible wall blocking him.
You fool Dib, you fucking fool. You let down your mental barriers for one minute, and something gets through.
It's your fault. You tricked me.
I've tricked you once before Dib. Feminine's voice went from the whisper to the strong, proud, and strange almost British accent. (Who didn't see this coming a mile away?)
TAK?
You stupid human. Yes, it's been me possessing you for this time. But, it's YOUR fault that this happened. YOUR fault that I died. YOUR fault that Zim defeated me. You came up with the plan to destroy me after the proof came. YOU WRETCHED HUMAN!
You're dead?
Yes, you moron. I've been dead for quite some time. Remember the big battle where you tried helping the Resisty defeat Invader Tenn whom had been recently discovered by the Meekrob? I died in that fight. IF YOU HADN'T HELPED ZIM THE FIRST TIME I FOUGHT HIM, THAT NEVER WOULD HAVE HAPPENED.
Why are you possessing me, why not Zim?
Because... Nothing is more humiliating to an Irken soldier than falling in love. Besides the final act of course. The act of which there is no forgiveness.
Lemme guess... Sex?
No, you moron. You humans would never understand. The horror of this action is beyond redemption. And it's going to damn both of you. I WILL SEE TO IT.
I won't let you Tak.
Don't make me laugh, meatbag. Don't make me laugh.