(I finally updated! Sorry this is a short chapter…I couldn't think of anything else to write at the time….To the mystery writer person, I am! I'm doing it right now! And to andalitebandit-6, sorry, I should have said black trench coat, but when I think of a white coat I think of a lab coat. Meh, maybe it's just me…anyway, enough talking! But before I do, just know that there might be a blooper chapter some where in here…or maybe I'll make it a completely different story, just so you know. I shall now shut and let you read the next chapter!)
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Evil Dib paced around his dimly lit room, contemplating what would be his next plan of action. Two round, read eyes came to life in the distance.
"Master, what are you planning?" came the little metallic voice. It was another Alter gir, but it had another small radio antenna coming out of his head as well as massive claws on one of its hands.
"I'm not sure yet…" said Evil Dib, continuing to pace around the room like a caged animal, the little sir unit watching his every move. "326 is working with them…I knew I should have killed him when I had the chance…"
Evil gir thought about this fact. "Why not send our newest subject, 732?" said the sir unit, doing his job for once. "He has not yet had experience, but he is the first successful experiment since 325."
Evil Dib looked down at the little robot. He was very pleased at how well he modified it to suit his purposes. Its original idiotic behavior proved difficult and annoying to deal with, so he modified it to be more intelligent, after the incident…Just the thought of that made him clench his fists and teeth. "Yes," said Evil Dib, trying hard to remain calm, "Have 732 follow them, but keep a well out of sight…"
"Yes, my master!" said Evil gir as he marched off to the labs.
"I will have you're head for what you did…"
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Kumi had long retired upstairs to sleep. She slept soundly in one of the four hammocks. Yes, four, for six people. O.o Alter Dib and Alter Zim were on the roof stargazing, as they often did when something stressful was going on. (Yes, that's really what they're doing…pervs…)
Unknown, who everyone was now calling 325 because it was easier to say, and after what he had told them all, was very close to the building keeping watch.
Dib sat on the couch while Zim sat in a chair, on the other side of the room. They glared at each other, saying nothing, as they often did when they were forced to work together. Well, they were deeper in thought about their own problems than glaring anymore…Dib wondering if he was indeed gay, and Zim wondering why he hadn't killed the loathsome human.
'This is stupid…' thought Dib, 'I don't even know why I'm thinking about this…I'm not gay…there no way…' he then realized he was 17, went to public school, never gotten laid, hell, he'd never even had a girlfriend. 'Damn it…' Then he wondered why his only real musical idol he had was gay. Maybe he was gay. He tried to visualize two guys kissing. He blushed at the thought and tried to hide a smile. 'Well, that answers that…I'm officially a freak…' He then started thinking about how he'd never be able to go to skool again, it might be too awkward. 'Well, great, just great…'
Zim noticed the very odd face Dib had, plus his face was a little red. 'Maybe the stink beast has a fever…' thought Zim. There he goes again, worrying about the human's safety. He should be more concerned about causing harm, whether it be mentally or bodily, than worrying about his safety. 'Snap out of it Zim! You are an Invader! You must remember you're training! You must…' his inner dialogue was broken off by Dib, just sitting on the couch, leaning on one of the couch arms, and leaning on the back of his hand, lost in his thoughts. Zim watched the human with interest for some odd reason.
Dib could feel Zim's gaze upon him. He looked over slightly at the Irken, who quickly looked away. Dib didn't think anything of it and continued to plan out the rest of his life around his new discovery. He failed to notice Zim blushing slightly.
'What the hell?' thought Zim, 'Why is my face warm and why did I look away when he looked at me? Argh!' Zim was becoming frustrated. What kind of hold did the Dib have over him at this moment? It didn't make any sense, and his little Irken brain couldn't take it, but all thought was suddenly cut off…
"HIYA BIGHEAD!" chirped gir, attacking Dib's head and startling him to the point of falling off the couch. Zim found this very amusing and openly laughed. But that was short lived…
"MASTER!" shouted the other gir, attacking Zim and knocking him out of his chair, Zim screaming all the while. It was now Dib's turn to laugh. Zim shoved the dysfunctional sir robot off of him.
"What is the meaning of this?" bellowed Zim. Gir just looked up at him with that dumb face of his. "I'm getting sick of you!" he shouted, about to punt the robot across the room, and hopefully hit Dib in the head, when the Alters and 326 walked in.
"Its becoming late," said 325, "We all need our strength if we are to do anything about the Black Clad One tomorrow." He then headed for the stairs and started to ascend them, and the others followed. When they got there, they noticed Kumi in one hammock and three other empty ones.
"Uh…there are only three left…there's five of us…" said Dib.
"This is a problem…" said 325, "Looks like you will have to sleep two to a hammock."
Dib's already pale face went just as pale as it could go without him being dead, but it was barely noticeable because of the dim light. 'This is not good…How did I know something like this was going to happen?' (Because the author dibs it so!) 'I can't let Zim or the others know of my…condition…knowing Zim, he'd probably try to manipulate my feelings or something…This is going to be the longest night of my pathetic life…'
Alter Dib sighed, "Well, it can't be helped, I guess…" he looked over at Dib and Zim, "If you two complain or try to kill each other, I swear, I'll kill you both!"
Zim and Dib both gulped and nodded their heads. 325 went to his hammock and the Alters went to one of the other hammocks. Zim and Dib went to the last remaining hammock and climbed in. It was a large hammock, but it still seemed all too small to Dib and Zim. They got settled with their backs to each other.
"Don't try anything funny, human…" whispered Zim, turning his head slightly towards Dib in order to be heard.
"I wouldn't plan on it…" whispered Dib and with that, they stopped talking. Dib was almost beside himself. He had never been this close to Zim, while not fighting that is. Zim's warmth felt oddly comforting to Dib, which was enough to calm him donn enough to drop off to sleep.
Zim was almost the opposite, he was very uncomfortable. He hated the human pig and now he was forced to have him as a bed fellow. If not for the fact of his life, he would gladly kill Dib in a heartbeat…he then began to think about that.
'Why is it that after seven years I still can't kill the Dib worm? Is it because I'm weak? Is it because he's smarter than me? No…it must be something else…' he felt the humans slow breathing and how the warmth he emitted, for some reason not known to him, was soothing. He had never just stopped to think about the human as an intelligent being. He always thought of Dib as a lowly, unintelligent beast, an enemy. But he was smarter than the average human, much smarter. He knew about Zim, and the world, his entire race, turned their backs to him and called him crazy. Dib was superior to all the other humans, maybe a defect that turned out to be something good. But the rules of the game have also changed. Dib was now an ally against a common enemy. Maybe, just maybe, some where in that Irken brain of his, in the deepest reaches of his being, he knew that Dib was an ally of sorts. No. Dib was always his sworn enemy, and always will be. There was no way around that. As soon as they got back to their own deminsion and this temporary truce was over, everything would go back to the way it was. And the first thing he would do is get rid of the annoying pest. Then all these questionable thoughts would be taken care of and he could rid himself of them.
Zim was finally able to drop off to sleep with the knowledge that his number one enemy would soon be no more, and he wouldn't have to worry about all these strange feelings and questions floating around in his head.
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(The end of another short chapter. Chapter 8 is in the works, and I assure you that chapter 9 will be designated to Evil Dib so you can all find out who his resentment is towards and why he is the way he is. Feel free to ask questions, comment, whatever. If you need to contact me directly, you can reach me at my email, or my deviant art account, but if you choose to do so, have the message heading relate to this story or Zim something because I will delete it otherwise. Hope you like this chapter, and there will be more to come soon.)