Important Note: This, lovely and constant reader, is a story I volunteered to finish for The-Death-Bringer-of-Hell. She allowed me to and here I am. Credit for this chapter goes to her, because this is her work. I just fixed it up a little. Now, enjoy!
Persona Reversed
Chapter One: The Beginning
--The Human--
It was a quiet night, besides the tinkering of his father's lab and the continuous music coming from his sister's Game Slave. Dib new something was wrong. Usually, he could hear the strange, unnamable noises coming from Zim's house or G.I.R.'s constant screaming about Taquitoes or something ludicrous like that. Dib rolled onto his side and stared out his window. He knew that Zim was up to something because there was no glowing green light coming from Zim's house either. He made his decision; he was going to see what Zim was up to… once again.
Dib hoped out of bed in his alien-print boxers. He ran to his closet and took out his black boots, black pants, blue smiley T-shirt and his trade-mark black trench coat. He then ran into the bathroom that connected Gaz's room and his room. He dressed quickly, not knowing how much time he would have to do this. He made sure he brought his laptop. He didn't want to deal with Zim's evil garden gnomes… again… He would finally prove that bastard was an alien if it was the last thing he ever did! Then everyone would see that he was not crazy! Dib knew exactly what he must do. Hell, he'd tried it several times before. Then, making sure the hologram projector displaying the image of him sleeping at his desk, under a load of papers, was in place, he opened his window and disappeared into his tree.
He made his way over roofs and through the trees. He would have made a mighty fine Ninja, if not for his fascination with the paranormal… or the "Outer Limits" as some called it. He finally made his way to Zim's roof. To his surprise, G.I.R. was sitting tied to a tree, pretending to piss on it. Now Dib was sure Zim was up to something BIG. Zim always tied G.I.R up when it was something extremely important.
Dib pulled a panel off Zim's roof and hacked into the computer. It wasn't easy, considering he had done this before and now Zim changed his passwords daily. He finally succeeded and made himself a welcome "guest" in the house. He was no longer an intruder. He now belonged in that house. But, unbeknownst to the human boy, this would unravel into a much greater task then it would have taken him if he hadn't hacked into the houses mainframe. Dib typed the right password into the wrong place.
--The Invader--
It was very quiet in his base and he had been working diligently on his project since after Skool, the day before. He was glad he decided to tie G.I.R. to that retched tree and how he discovered how to make the glowing green of his house stop. He was a proud invader, and as such, didn't require much of the "sleeping" the human stink-beasts did every night. But, tonight was different. Zim was working himself far past his limit and needed that ridiculous sleep after only a week's time.
It was a comfortable night without much humidity, so Zim didn't have that constant prickly feeling on his green skin. Zim looked up from his work at the full moon. Perhaps, once he succeeded in conquering this filthy-dirt ball of a planet, he would give the moon to that idiot G.I.R… or maybe even to Dib… Zim shook his head. No. Dib was the enemy. A stink-beast! A worm-baby! And Zim was a proud Irken Invader, bent on world domination. He would give the moon to G.I.R. and no one else. He suspected the Dib would notice his house slowly becoming just that; a house. Or at least appear that way on the outside.
G.I.R. contacted Zim very suddenly, something about wanting something to eat or some other nonsense. Zim didn't pay much attention. He never did. G.I.R. was an idiot. You didn't need to be an Irken Elite to know that.
Zim went back to his work. He still needed to finish this to protect his base from the Dib and to impress The Almighty Tallest of Irk. By now, his eyelids were starting to droop and his Irken stomach was actually starting to beg him for food. He felt as though G.I.R. was once again punching his sqeedilly-spootch. He yawned and decided that if he wanted full concentration, he was going to need food. He ordered his computer to cook him a big Irken meal, which it did. He ate for about fifteen minutes before going back to work. He would give the rest to G.I.R. later. Right now, there was work to be done.
As he worked, his eyelids drooped even more. He desperately needed sleep, but he refused to give in to his needs. As an Irken Invader, he was stronger than that. He once again looked at the moon to help him concentrate, and saw Dib-human jump onto his roof. Zim smiled at his cunning as he told his computer to switch on the "virus" he had just created. And with that, he collapsed on his desk, and gave his body the sleep it deserved. Dib was in for the ride of his life.
--The Idiot---
He was tied to a tree. His master had tied him to a tree. Now he ran around the tree, hit the tree, and then ran the other way around the tree. Then he would repeat the process. Yes, G.I.R. was an amazing creature. His stupidity made him cute. His master acted like he hated G.I.R., but he loved his master all the same.
G.I.R. pretended to piss on the tree by pouring water out of his suit. He had always tried to please his master, in his own special way. He cooked him meals that would sometimes try to eat them. He would always obey Zim, if it didn't interrupt his watching of the Scary Monkey Show. And he mostly wore his green doggy costume when he went outside. That all counted for something, right? Yes, G.I.R. was proud of himself because of everything he did for his master. So he started his running again.
G.I.R. called his master, with hopes of getting his tacos! He said he needed them, or he would explode! He did that sometimes. His master ignored him, as usual. G.I.R.'s intruder sensors were going wild so he looked up and saw the big-headed human jumping onto the roof. G.I.R. was about to call to his master again, when, suddenly, he decided that Dib was Ok, and he belonged there. Sighing with relief, G.I.R. pretended to piss on the tree once again.
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