Dedeecated to…um… Tyler(who wrote more chappie! YAYNESS!) and Tyko and …um… ME CUZ I GOT MY GRADES UP FROM Fs SO I GET MY INTERNET AND BLACK CLOTHES BACK! WOO I AM ALIVE AGAIN!
The first thing Zim thought apon waking was that he had left the oven on. That was quickly dismissed and he got back to thinking about Dib. Then he remembered that according to the spell he had cast, Dib would be at the mercy of the ALMIGHTY ZIM!
"YES!" he yelled, jumping up. He looked around for Dib but didn't see him. A scorch mark outlined where he had been lying, so he guessed that he had been hit by lightning. He reached up to make sure his wig hadn't fused to his antennae. It hadn't, but… the fake hair felt like it was the wrong shape. It was a ling spike, kind of like AH! THE DIB'S!
"AHH!" Zim screamed, thinking he looked like he had Dib's hair. He still didn't see the Earth boy anywhere. Zim decided to go inside and change his hair, and worry about the stupid munky later.
He was outside the fence that surrounded his house. He walked past the fence, and saw himself, lying on the ground. There were black marks all over him, although there didn't seem to be much damage. He screamed for a while, then gasped to clear his mind. He clenched his eyes tight, blocking out the sight. He pressed his fists into his eyes, giving them extra coverage. After he had convinced himself that it was not he, ZIM! who was lying there, he cracked open one eye. His body was still there, lying prone on the ground.
The thought occurred to Zim that he was dead and watching all this from the air. This theory was discarded when he moved. Or, rather, his body did.
Dib's first thought apon waking up was that he had had a really freaked up dream. Peanut butter…
His second thought was to wonder if his ingenious plan had worked. After lifting a green hand up for inspection, he decided that it had. He grinned a little, feeling the unfamiliar muscles of Zim's face twist into the expression. A fleeting thought wondered if the face had ever smiled from real happiness before.
He sat up, looking around. He saw the gnomes, he saw the fence, and he saw himself. His body was looking down at him. It had Zim's familiar glare on it.
"Who are you?" His body asked.
"I'm Dib. Who do you think I am?"
"Dib? WHY ARE YOU IN MY BODY?"
"Well, you're in MINE, I don't know why you're so upset."
"I… I'm… AAAAUGGHH!"
Zim stared at his hands, his pink hands, and screamed some more. Dib noticed that Zim somehow managed to keep the same tone even though he wasn't in his body anymore.
When Zim was done screaming, his brain started to work a bit more. Or, Dib's brain I guess.
"So, wait, that spell was to make us switch bodies?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
"TREACHERY! But ZIM does not blame you. If I were to be an Earth munky I would want an Irken's SUPERIOR body as well."
"Hey, I just want your body so I can do HORRIBLE tests on it!"
"While you're in it?"
"Yes… wait…. Uh… DAMN!"
"So my body is of no value to you. You should probably GIVE IT BACK NOW!"
"No! I can still go to the Eyeball with this!"
Dib started to run off. But something made him stop. Maybe it was the fact that Zim was not screaming at him. Turning around slightly, he saw that Zim was looking after him with a slight smile.
"What? I'm about to expose you! QUIT SMILING!"
"If I see one shot of my body or one word of story on it I'm going to kill this body beyond any chance of bringing it back."
"While you're in it?" Dib said, mimicking Zim's own words.
"Yes. An invader is expected to self destruct before risking exposure, and if I'm in your body it doesn't make any difference to me."
"Yeah, but won't it hurt?"
Dib was grasping at straws, trying to distract Zim from the idea of just killing Dib's body for the sheer hell of it.
"I don't feel it. No Irkens do."
To demonstrate, Zim dug one of Dib's nails into his knuckle, drawing a small crescent of blood.
"Okay okay! I won't take your stupid body to any hospitals. Geez, I don't want any scars from this."
"I'll do worse. I want my body back. Now, Dib."
"I don't know how."
Zim stared at Dib as though Dib had just told him he owned the continent of South America.
"Stupid Dib STINK BEAST!"
"I couldn't have cast the spell without you so just shut up, Zim."
"Fine. I'm going down into my labs. I'm going to find a way to fix this before you do. And then I'll switch myself back into my body and kill yours, so your mind has nowhere to go, like in those old ghost stories." Zim laughed manically.
"You do that. I'm going back to my house to try to look up a way to fix this."
Dib turned on his heel and walked toward his house. A few seconds later, he stopped and spun back around, because a horrible noise had come from Zim's house. He saw his body halfway down the pavement, twitching. Several more black marks had been added. As he watched, Zim raised Dib's fist, and shook it at the house.
"FOOLISH COMPUTER! I am ZIM! Let Zim in RIGHT frickin' NOW!"
Another blast of electricity branched into Dib's body, and Zim scurried out of his house's perimeter. He approached Dib casually.
"Maybe I'll come with you. To… um… make sure you don't do something stupid with my body."
"Zim, your house just threw you out. I'm not blind."
"YOU LIE!"
Dib sighed. It was different, somehow, seeing his own body act so ridiculous.
