Fugue Chapter One

Author's Notes: This is my first fic in years. I wanted to write something fun and quick. I remembered the unaired episode 10 minutes till doom. That Irken PAKs have their memories,personality and sort of life force? I thought it would be fun to write a stereotypical memory loss fic but give irkens more odd creature features and maybe turn this into an enemies to friends thing as Zim recovers?
I hope you guys like reading it! :3

The two scrambled on the ground for a few moments, fighting on the way home from Skool. Zim had revealed their latest plan and Dib had spouted off about not letting them. Off to the races, Zim had lunged first. Clinging Their three small clawed digits around the brown eyed boy's throat. It wasnt until he started turning red that he finally kicked the alien off of him. "You can't beat me forever human" They snickered. "You will tire eventually and even if you take this silly piece of human technology i can always make another. Creating a virus to take down your planet's government structure is like child's play to my people. You humans really are pathetic. Like worms beneath the earth. We irkens eat bugs like you." Dib's first response was a swift punch, Dodged only narrowly as zim's pak extracted it's slender metal arachnid like legs. "Oh yeah? If it was that easy why not do it sooner?" He shouted. Zim paired his movement trying to attack with the spidery front legs, only being thrown off when one of the legs sunk into the earth. They struggled with it for a moment still keeping Their cocky demeanor. "I wanted to see if your head would get bigger..." They replied simply and as Dib paused to ask what that even meant the irken's pak leg became untethered from the soft patch in the dirt. "To see if it would grow and implode from the stress of knowing i've finally beaten you." They grinned with Their jagged flat teeth. When They went to strike again dib moves out of the way only to have his trench coat caught. They both fall to the ground. Dib Membrane takes initiative and recovers taking the chance to quite literally kick them while they are down. Again. Again. Again. Until

Crunch.

...

His glasses have a glare to them as he stared at the green mass on the ground. The bug like creature stirred. They couldnt quite comprehend the sounds from the fleshy thing's mouth. The pak on his back was cracked and dented. He had damaged thebackpack like machine unaware of the consequences. Large pink eyes stared back as if staring at something it had never seen before in its life. It's eyes blinked like a reptiles'. Inner eyelids first then slowly the outer eyelids. Watching what he assumed was a predator. The atmosphere here was nothing like irk. Architecture unlike anything he had really seen before. It all looked...archaic. He scrambled back when dib approached him closer. "...If this is an act I'm not buying it..." He glared. Zim looked at him and could tell he was angry but wasnt quite sure why. He does not fight with the human boy when he goes to pick up the thumb drive on the ground. This was what they were fighting over originally. A computer virus stored on a hard drive. Zim had claimed this drive if plugged into a human computer would connect to the internet and eventually wipe out any computer on the planet with a connection, even governmental ones. Another attempt to collapse the balance on earth, Take it for themself. This off put Dib. Reverse psychology, thats what it had to be. Reverse psychology. He wanted him to take it. To destroy it. This was all an elaborate act but as he went to smash it there was no reaction. No glee or despair. Ambivelent to the boy's actions that were not directed towards him. His antennae twitched as he shifted to stand, wobbling only slightly when he placed weight on his feet.

There were no tallests. No familiar letterings. No familiar sounds. No familiar technology.

As Zim walks away, direction opposite to his house Dib is unsure of his plan. He was typically easy to figure out. Easy to catch. This was trickier, He had to be pulling some sort of wool over his eyes. He moves along slinking between fences in the neighborhood away from skool. Against his better judgement the Membrane boy follows the creature. It's throat clicks, A sound in response to being followed. Dib watched him interact with the world around him. Antennae shifting about, Picking up and examining trash, licking it and tossing it aside. It was like his personality was entirely gone and left behind was a shell of a creature reduced to only it's primary instinct. The dark haired boy paused, He wasnt quite sure why he wanted to help. Possibly out of some egotistical need to win on his terms. Win fair and square. Dragging Zim down kicking and screaming the whole way through. Not this sad Insect-Reptile like creature. This wasnt Zim. Eventually Membrane grabs at the shoulder pad of their sweater pulling them back before they can expose themself to a woman walking her dog on the side walk. He throws his trench coat over him, something that makes the alien screech and struggle before Dib plucks him off the ground and decides to carry him back to his base.

This is stupid.
You should be taking advantage of the situation, showing your dad, shipping him off to a lab to be dissected and biopsied. Not hiding him and helping him back to his base. Still yet the feeling perpetuated. Taking advantage of this situation felt, If not a bit ego damaging, Morally wrong. Despite Zim's constant threats to humanity he was no real threat. He had all the danger of one of those cheesy comic book villans that always announced their plans to the hero before executing them. When they arrived on his lawn Dib reclaimed his trench coat. Familiar technology...Almost. Irken tech modeled to look like whatever was surrounding him. Were there other irkens here too? Was this a prison? He didn't have time to argue in hisses and clicks as several small robotic creatures lifted him up carrying him back inside, Shooting small lasers from their eyes at the human who had brought their master back to them. Dib winced and grimaced dashing away, the only thought to all of this was how strange it all was and how ungreatful garden gnomes could be.