Scratched into the side of the Voot cruiser belonging to Invader Sideos. How annoying is MSN messenger? You log in to read your e-mails and suddenly 3-5 people start talking to you, despite that you know you need to write a new chapter or something you end up talking to them for hours! Grr.

"What do you think wall man?"

"Please let me go...I need to eat" shocks Wall man

"HAHAHA your pain is funny"

I play Ludwig's 6th now, as a punk I should be against this type of stuff but I can't help it. It's just so inspiring.

OH! And once again I must apologise for the last chapter, it was rushed, poorly written and I was having a battle over control of my mind with my Oc Sideos who…lost.

I don't own Zim. But in a just world I would. Actually…no I wouldn't.

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Dib looked into the night sky, wondering. It had been 3 months since his 'transformation' and yet he didn't regret a moment of it. What had started as an act of revenge had become a gift.

He had been truly set free from humanity's ignorance and backwardness. He had learned so much about the universe, such as how there was a race of people made entirely out of glass, or how there was a race of people with constant terrible headaches. He smiled; yes life as an Irken was pretty sweet, no Gaz, no neglectful dad, no Miss Bitters, no humiliation at skool. But a part of him still wondered whether they missed him, whether Gaz missed someone to hit, whether dad missed his constant 'aliens are real' rants, whether the skool kids missed him.

Dib laughed quietly. Zim got annoyed when he found Dib lying on the roof without a disguise; he thought that the neighbours would see. Despite Zim's paranoid beliefs Dib knew that the neighbours knew Zim was an alien. They just didn't care, because they were all too stupid and ignorant to think past it. Dib sighed. He would do this all the time back when he was human, just lie on the roof all night staring at the stairs and wishing he could reach them. He had Tak's ship, but it couldn't get past the atmosphere without running out of power. He could go back and get it, but that meant going back...there.

He shuddered; he could never go back there. That meant going back to his old life, the life where he was nothing. However, something was still bothering him. He had watched as Irk and its inhabitants had been enslaved, no improved. He scowled at himself, that was something he had so stop thinking. I am Irken now, humanity's ideals are wrong, we are perfect, the true deserving rulers of the universe. That is what I believe in now.

Zim's voice suddenly rang out from below. "DIB! Get down from the roof NOW! Before someone sees you, you stupid smeetling!"

If Dib had human eyes he would have rolled them. Climbing to his feet he opened a small hole in the roof of the house and dropped through. Walking down from the cruiser bay his mind was still playing on what he had learned. There were so many holes, so many things that should have explanations but had none. He was still pondering on these thoughts when he walked into the front room. Zim was slouching on the couch, watching the Empire news on TV.

The news Irken was reading off the latest statistics of the Empire's production. "And the munitions and fuel productions have produced 500 billion tonnes of material, 200 billion more then was originally expected. This shows that clearly more increases in this, and other areas of production, are to be expected thanks to the new methods introduced by the Tallest."

Dib walked over and turned the TV down.

Zim Immediately protested. "Hey, I was listening to that. You dare turn down the TV when your superior is watching it?"

Dib just gave him a 'see if I care' look. "So sorry, granddad."

Smeet, granddad, they had become new nicknames replacing the old of Stink-beast or space boy. Dib wandered over to the door and by its side called up the money maker. Typing in $30, he also activated his holo-disguise from his PAK.

Dib had mockingly made it an almost perfect image of his old self, complete with ears, nose and scythed hair. "We're running low on snacks, so I'm going out for some. Any you want me to get?"

He heard Zim's answer from behind him just as he was about to walk out. "Yea, get some slush monkeys for Gir and get me some Fiz-wiz. I demand FIZ-WIZ!"

Dib opened the door. "K. Cya later...granddad."

Dib smiled as he heard Zim's called just as the door shut. "Cya SMEET."

Dib was walking out of the 24/7 muttering darkly. "I can't believe they stop serving brain freezes after 2am. I'll show him, bloody brain freezy dictator." He walked past a very thin looking man with metal studded boots who seemed to be rushing into the store. "Nice boots." Moments later Dib heard a loud bang, but paid no attention it.

As he walked on with the night's snack shopping in his hands, his mind again turned back to the surprising lack of alarm that a young boy had vanished and no-one bothered. So deep in thought was he that he didn't even notice a small girl walk into him. He fell back onto the floor, dropping the snacks. He could hear the slush monkeys starting to leak.

"Hey, watch were you're...Gaz?" His holo-eyes widened in amazement. It was Gaz. She was wearing a long black coat around herself because of the night's cold, but it was indeed her.

"I'm gonna...Dib?" Her voice had started with its usual malice, but ended shocked and surprised. Dib stood up and looked into Gaz's quickly widening eyes. For a moment that was it, brother and sister reunited, but at the same time so very far apart. The night air suddenly seemed so heavy and cold, the shadows seemed to grow and silence set in all around. Nothing moved, not even Dib or Gaz. The night creatures seemed to have vanished and all that was left were the two siblings, eyes locked. Dib finally broke the silence, and the world came screeching back together.

"What are you doing here so late at night?" The friendly voice covered a hole that had now formed deep within him. He knew what used to be there, but he also know his new body wouldn't allow it to be filled.

"I couldn't sleep, so I took a walk."

"At half past two in the morning?" she just shrugged her shoulders and looked down at her feet. When she spoke again it sounded like there was great effort being placed into it.

"You're looking better then when I last saw you." Dib quickly followed up, not wanting the terrible silence to return.

"Yea. I've been feeling better for a while now. Erm..."

"Where have you been?" Her voice was demanding, but also softly curious. So unusual for the constantly angry little girl. Dib answered, but not in the way he wanted to, part of his mind told him that the nice brotherly thing to do would be to run over and hug her, tell her he was ok, ask how she had been.

But the other half reminded him of what she had said to him, you're a week, pathetic, loser. This was the same part that reminded him that he was a proud Irken now and that she was the enemy. "What does it matter? You never cared anyway."

Gaz seemed shocked at this, almost hurt, but Gaz could never be hurt. "You didn't answer my question. Dad has been worried out his mind, the police have been searching for you, your face has been on milk cartons. Dammit, Dib didn't you see it all? The TV broadcasts...EVERYTHING!"

She waved her arms as if to enlarge the point, but Dib stayed his stance. "I've watched the TV and guess what? I still don't care. Dad only wants to keep his reputation as the world's greatest scientist. I'm surprised he even went public with my…escape."

Dib grinned evilly at his closing word.

Gaz just growled and narrowed her eyes back to their usual cruel glare.

Gaz went to speak, but Dib interrupted her, surprising her. Dib had never had the backbone to interrupt her before. "Look, Gaz. I've changed in ways you could never understand. I came to realise a few home truths which involved you, dad and the rest of this pathetic planet. You know that thing that you said to me on that day three months ago? Well thanks, it made me realise that I was week, that I was pathetic, that I was a no-body. But now I am somebody Gaz, I am improved."

Gaz just looked down at her feet, for a moment he thought that she was going to cry, but suddenly she looked up with her teeth grinding and her eyes full of anger. "No, Dib, you're not improved or better or superior to any of us. So you can run of and hide causing our whole family to collapse and exhaust itself trying to get you back, if that's so big and clever. You're coming with me and were going home."

"No." A sick smile that Dib thought he could never muster formed on his face. "I've got a better home now, one that actually cares for me. Why should I go back to one that won't?" Gaz wouldn't accept no for an answer and leapt forward to grab him. Dib artfully dodged out the way, but Gaz caught his hand and held it tight. She looked to it then gasped, realising that there were only 2 fingers and a thumb on Dib's hand. She slowly looked into Dib's grimacing face.

Her eyes widened as she finally put two and two together. "That illness...the disappearance...Zim...he couldn't have."

She fell back in shock and Dib stooped sideways on, looking at her with almost disgust. His voice was cold and harsh. "You want to see the new me then, Gaz?"

The disguise fizzled away and Gaz looked on in horror. The two antennas, the pale grass green skin, the large chestnut brown eyes. In a moment that seemed to last forever Gaz gazed upon her newly formed brother until in a voice that sounded like a whisper she murmured "He made you like him."

Dib grinned again. "Yes, but you know what, Gaz?" He lent forward towards Gaz's face "I like it."

Gaz jumped off the floor, quickly recovering from the shock. "You cannot be serious, Dib! You've spent your whole life trying to stop aliens form destroying earth and now you're just going to join them?" Dib moved back crossing his arms, but still had that menacing grin on his face.

"Zim has been educating me in becoming a true Irken. You see, Gaz here on earth I was ignored and insulted for my intelligence, for my insight on the ways of the universe. In the Empire my skills are welcomed, I can go as far as I want and be supported by my new family all the way. One day the armada will get here and this place will be rebuilt and handed over to me and Zim to rule and you, Gaz." His grin grew wider. "Will be enslaved, to work for the Empire, for a better existence. All of humanity will be put to a real use. Then let's see them laugh at me."

For a moment, Gaz was simply too shocked to speak. She had never expected to find Dib like this, but then her eyes narrowed and her fists clenched.

"Well, Dib, if that's true why was Zim sent here with a defective robot, to a planet primarily made up of something that hurts him, where almost every food source is inedible, that has almost no strategic value whatsoever? Where you seem to be in a system where height is everything? Ever thought of that? You're beloved mission is a joke, the armada's not coming and your system is stupid."

Dib advanced quickly, poking Gaz in the chest. "You know nothing about the mission or the armada or the Empire."

Gaz just batted the hand away. "Yea? I've seen enough of your notes and recordings to get enough info, Dib."

Her voice hardened more as she pushed her point further into Dib's mind. "Take the rope from round your neck and take the blindfold off your eyes, Dib. You've stopped being you old self, you've been brainwashed into going against everything you existed for. You're not Dib anymore, you're just another space monster."

Dib tried to reply, but he couldn't. His mind wouldn't accept the facts she had told him. It was as if something was stopping him from hearing the truth. He backed away, a headache forming. He didn't know what to do, one half told him to dismiss her clams as stupid, but another, older, half told him she told the truth.

Gaz, however wouldn't stop. "Dib, I'm giving you 5 hours until I bring the entire state police force, the FBI and as many news and media crews as I can get to Zim's house. You can go with him and live in your delusion forever, or you can come back down to earth and live in reality. Your choice."

Dib panicked his spider legs shot out his PAK; he grabbed what he could of the snacks and darted away from his former-sister. However, that hole inside him just grew wider.

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You now how long it took me to finish this? 1 day. This took a day and it rocks (in my opinion). It's 12:00 AM precisely as I type this. I've re-written the ending ideas to make the story better and have more sense. Oh and I totally changed Gaz's lines to make her more like she is in the show. The next chapter is gonna be the last, and greatest, chapter of them all.

R&R please, it's nice to get e-mails.