Stamped on your arm by Invader Sideos. I've been planning this part of the story in my head for ages. All 'transformation' sequences in fan fics are over in minutes, and I mean minutes. I often think "Where's the pain? Where's the horrifically accurate descriptions? Where's the screams and evil laughter?" so I am going to rectify all that by donating an entire chapter to Dibs transition from this earthly skin to one of an Irkin kind. The time is 12:18 AM as I write this and my 'cutting down on sleep' plan is going well.
I don't own Zim. I wonder what would happen if I did...
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Dib slowly opened one eye. His body ached, every last cell of it. He lay on his bed fully clothed, feeling like he had been hit with a truck. Despite his pain, the sun shone through the window and he could hear the birds chirping outside. Dib groaned and lifted himself off the bed. He searched his mind for anything that went on last night that made him feel this way, but nothing came up. He closed his eyes and ran a hand through his black hair. His eyes widened as he suddenly pulled out a massive clump of it. Running his hand though his hair a second time he pulled out more. He darted over to the mirror and saw that his hair had fallen out quite dramatically in some places, leaving large almost bald spots on his head. In addition to this, he noticed that he seemed a little green in the face, but he put that down to the ill feeling. Looking closer he noticed that his pupils were wider then normal. Immediately, his mind drew 2 conclusions 1: He was very, very ill, or 2: He had done something to seriously annoy Gaz.
He immediately got to work on his first theory, by letting his computer scan him for any diseases.
He was expecting the worst as the screen loaded up the scan results. "Subject Dib has no known diseases currently affecting his body. Subject Dib is running at 120 normal status." He pushed his face right up to the screen disbelieving the results. "No diseases and I'm apparently feeling better then normal? Damm thing must need an update, or a patch, or something."
He got dressed and grabbed an old black winter hat to hide is hair loss. As he was walking down the stairs he wondered what horrifying doom Gaz had placed on him this time.
He was pleasantly surprised to find his dad sitting at the table this morning. "Morning, guys. Hey, Gaz have you doomed me lately, like, last night or something?"
Gaz barely looked up from her cereal. "No, but keep annoying me and I will."
Professor Membrane looked at Dib curiously. "Son, you don't look well. Is everything all right? You should get the house computer to give you a health scan." Dib hopped up onto a chair and began eating his breakfast.
He was quite thankful for his dad's comments. At least someone cares about me. "It says I'm ok. In fact it says I'm 120 ok."
The professor looked puzzled. "Hmm I don't think anything's wrong with it, I mean I build it so it must be PERFECT! But, nevertheless, I'd better check it after I finish work. You better go to skool, son. I can't excuse you if the machine says you're not ill."
Dib looked at his farther pleadingly. "Oh, come on, dad! Look at me! I'm turning green I'm that ill!"
"Sorry, son but the machine has never been wrong before and besides, knowledge always makes me feel better."
Dib looked again down at his breakfast. So much for caring for me. He finished his food and, after hopping down to grab his bag he was about to follow Gaz out the door, when it swung open into his face.
A scientist ran into the kitchen, waving a piece of paper and shouting in a mad panic. "Professor! Professor! The bunny experiment is rebelling again!"
Lying on the floor, Dib could hear his dad jump up. "Has he got a battle suit on like last time?"
"Yea, and this one has rockets!"
Dib lifted his head up just as the scientist and his farther came running back through the door, slamming it on his face again. "Good god. Who knows what it will do?"
Dib lay on the floor feeling very painful, especially in his mouth. He lifted a hand to check and found that his mouth was bleeding. After once again picking himself up he went over to the living room mirror to check out any damage. After a quick glance he saw his teeth were still intact, however, at closer inspection...
"AGGGGGG!" Dib was horrified. All his teeth and fallen out, but they had been replaced by two, very long, zipper-like teeth. They were sharp, almost dagger like, and covered in the blood from his gums. When Dib clenched his teeth they slotted together like books on a shelf.
He staggered back from the mirror, panic and fear interjected into his voice. "What's happening to me? Why is this happening to me?" Dib searched his mind for an answer, any answer, but nothing came up. He knew who was doing this to him, but his mind wouldn't connect. It wouldn't reveal the painfully obvious answer to him. In the end he decided to go to skool, something told him he would find the answers there.
Dib walked beside Gaz glumly and unusually silently. He was in too much pain to talk, despite the mass of questions buzzing 'round his mind. Gaz, however seemed to pick up on this.
She spoke in her usual monotone, grim voice. "Why aren't you talking?"
Dib turned his head, his eyes drooped in pain and sickness. "What?"
She didn't look at him, but her voice began spiking with annoyance. "By now my ears should have been deafened from your stupid voice, but you haven't said a word. Why?"
Dib sighed painfully. "My body hurts too much to talk, Gaz...Especially my hands." He held up his, now light green tinged, palms as if looking for any sign of the cause of his illness. Gaz noticed this, held out a finger and poked one of them sharply.
Dib screeched and withdrew his hand, despite the sharp pain in the rest of his arm. "YAWWCH! Why did you do that?"
Gaz answered without even looking at him. "Because your pain is amusing."
Dib stopped, a terrible anger filling his heart. He didn't know why, but he suddenly felt so angry at Gaz, angrier then he had ever felt at his little sister. "Why, huh? Why does my pain amuse you? In fact, why do you do all the stuff you do to me? We're family, Gaz and yet you constantly treat me like I'm nothing!"
Gaz stopped too and turned around. Her eyes were filled with wrathful hate. "Do you really wanna know why, Dib? I'll tell you why. It's because you are a week, pathetic, loser, that's why. Every day you go on and on and on about stuff that only you care about. News flash, Dib! Nobody cares what you think anymore. Nobody has EVER cared. Even dad has given up trying to convince you to work with him. That's why I hate you, Dib." She turned and walked away leaving an already hurting Dib feeling worse then he ever had. Dib walked the rest of the way to skool on his own, his head down, barely holding back tears.
Dib walked into class slowly and painfully. The other kids turned their heads, as the ill looking child trudged to his seat. Dib hoped that they wouldn't react. If they did it would be negative. Insults and attacks would certainly happen throughout the day and, especially on this day, all he needed was to be left alone. Out of routine he turned his head towards Zim's seat, but the manic little alien had not yet arrived. Dib turned his head back down to his desk and prayed he could wish away the pain in his hands.
"Hey, Dib, you don't look well." Oh no, they've started.
"Maybe he's diseased?"
"Maybe he's contagious!"
"EEEEE DIB'S CONTAGIOUS!" Panic ripped though the class and the stupid kids ran about trying to get away from Dib.
However, a voice that had the roughness of sandpaper shouted out over the class room "SIT IN YOUR PLACES NOW!" the kids immediately obeyed, fearing for their lives if they didn't.
Miss Bitters materialised out of the shadows and turned her snake like eyes on Dib. "Dib, you look more horrible then normal. Go see the nurse for a health scan."
Dib looked reluctantly up from his desk. "I already had one at home this morning and it says I'm ok." Besides, if I move any further I'll probably collapse. Just then, the class door burst open and in walked a very victorious looking Zim.
"Great and wonderful earth morning to you all!" Zim strode to his desk and sat down, his fingers laced. Dib looked at Zim with tired eyes. What was it that Zim was so happy about today? Maybe he has something to do with my pain?
Zim looked over at Dib. His voice dripped with malicious glee. "What's the matter, Dib? Not feeling your earth-pig self today?" He finished with a massive evil smile, showing off all his zipper like teeth.
...zipper like teeth...
Dib eyes shot open as a horrific thought entered his mind.
Sounding much more like usual he suddenly said "Err, on second thought, I think I will go see the nurse." Dib, despite the horrible pain it caused him, jumped of his chair, grabbed a hall pass and ran out the class as fast as he could. However, he turned away from the nurse's office and ran straight into the boys toilets. Thankfully, they were empty.
Dib lent against the bathroom wall gathering his strength, before slowly walking towards the mirrors. He could barely force himself to look at his reflection, his mind fighting off the terrible truth. No, I can't be...he wouldn't...this isn't real... Eventually he finally looked into the mirror and his thoughts halted as he finally accepted the truth.
Dib's eyes had changed radically. His chestnut brown irises had swallowed the pupil and half of each of his eyes. His skin had turned grass green and his ears and nose had shrunk. He took off his hat and found that almost all his hair had gone. Only two large strands were left. Dib realised what they were and slowly a shaking hand reached up to touch them. His finger slightly brushed past one and it twitched, lying flatter against his head. Dib stood for a second, I'm becoming like him, like Zim. I'm becoming an Irkin. Suddenly he turned and ran into an empty cubical, throwing up his morning meal.
He lent against the side of the toilet, shaking with uncontrollable fear. Suddenly, a massive pain shot through his ring and middle fingers. He turned his already shaking head to look and almost fainted as he saw them slowly shrink into nothing. Then, even more painfully, he saw his hands correct themselves, as the remaining two fingers moved in to complete his new alien hands. Looking, he saw that they were no longer fingers, but more like claws, sharp and pointed. He flexed them slightly and found that, like his mouth, the pain had gone. He could feel the same thing happening in his feet as his once 5 toed feet became 3 toed claws.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"
Dib's head shot up to look directly into Zim's scarlet orbs. He had been so shocked by the transformation in his hands, he hadn't even noticed the shadow of his nemesis fall across him. Normally he would have taken the opportunity to attack or insult his enemy. However, a fear gripped him, because he knew Zim had won. And worse of all, he had won by destroying everything Dib used to be. Dib tried to scurry back into the cubical like a small animal would do to escape an enclosing predator, but never did his eyes move from Zim's. Zim laughed a harsh and pitiless laugh and advanced slightly on him, his voice making no effort to hide his cruel, victorious, joy. "Miss Bitters sent me to find you. I knew you'd be here. Ah," Zim looked towards Dibs new hands, "I see you've reached the halfway stage, Dib."
Dib stuttered out his words, his voice was frozen with fear and confusion. "Y-y-you did t-t-this to m-m-me."
Dibs obvious fear simply made Zim's smile even wider and he pressed his advantage. "Indeed I did, I'll show you once and for all who the superior race truly is. Soon your face and eyes will finish changing. I suggest you wear these." Zim threw a pair of contacts at him, they had chestnut brown eyes. A mockery of the old Dib.
"We wouldn't want anybody knowing we were aliens now, would we, Dib? We would be locked up and operated on and you couldn't have that, could you?"
Zim walked away, laughing that evil victorious laugh that still echoed long after he had left the room. Dib looked down sadly at the contacts in his hands. Then he clenched them tightly.
Zim was happily eating a home-made sandwich that G.I.R had made for him. After he had pulled out the fork and the soap, it didn't taste half bad. He closed his eyes and excitedly took another bite out of his sandwich. Today had gone exactly as planned. In fact, it had gone better. Dib had reacted just as he had predicted to the experiment, and as a bonus his spirit had been totally crushed. Yes, today could possibly be the newest contender for the best day of Zim's life, jostling with the day when he was declared an invader and the day he got his mission on earth. He suddenly felt the weight on his table shift as someone else sat down across from him.
He opened an eye, but soon closed it again and put on a look of casual disgust. "Don't you always sit with that blood sibling of yours?"
Dib looked down on the surface of the table, defeat written clearly across his face. He was once again wearing the hat and he also had the contacts in.
His voice spoke of hurt and pain, but inside he was seething. "We're not talking any more."
Zim opened an eye again, munching on his sandwich, his voice suddenly inquisitive. "Does it hurt?"
Dib didn't look up. Despite the hate he felt for his new body, he was secretly thankful the worst seemed to be over.
He was feeling better now, but he didn't want to admit this. Some anger now crept into his voice. "Yes, it hurts very much if that is what you wanted to hear."
Zim answered, apparently satisfied. "Good"
Dib looked up, staring intensely at Zim. Sarcastically he said "Happy now?"
Zim ignored the question and was now scrutinising Dib with great interest. "Hmm, the majority of the transformation is complete. However..."
Dib momentarily forgot his anger. His eyes widened in interest "What however, however what?"
Zim closed his eyes again and took another bite of his sandwich, calmly continuing. "Stage two will probably begin soon. Probably in a few hours." Dib jumped up onto the table and grabbed Zim's shirt. A few heads turned, but between Dib and Zim, this happened allot. Dib's voice was a mixture of anger and panicked curiosity. "What's going to happen to me?"
Zim simply grinned evilly. "You'll just have to wait and see, now won't you?"
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Indeed just like the rest of you for the next horrible chapter. I'm amazed at the mass response I've gotten for this…almost scared. Thank you all for your very kind reviews. That doesn't mean you should stop or nothing…Oh and the best is still yet to come believe me you ain't seen NOTHING yet. I'm off to torture the guy who hangs from my wall, its so much fun.