I DON'T OWN INVADER ZIM OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS EXCEPT MY OWN COZ I DON'T REALLY FEEL LIKE LOOKING UP THE OTHER CHARACTERS.
Warning: M for mature, yaoi, slight violent's, boy x boy, lots of cursing, male pregnancy
Dib's thinking
Zim thinking
Talking
Chapter 5: "Like father like son?/I'm with smeet!"
-Dib's P.O.V-
"What the fuck?"
Dib stared that the life size test tubes filled with human like things with the same faces as Gaz and himself, floating in purple goo. He walked closer towards one of the tubes just to make sure that whatever he was seeing right at this moment wasn't just in his head. The coldness of the glass tube told him that all this was all too real.
Dib grabbed his hair with both hands slightly tugging at them, "What the fuck is going on? . . . are those clones . . . of us? Who is the sick fuck who does something as sick as this?"
"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in?" a voice replied behind him as they clapped.
Dib quickly snapped his head around to face who ever was behind him, "Who the fuck- . . . dad?" Dib asked as shock took over his expression.
"Well, son, or should I say number 37 what bring you here so late at night. Aren't you supposed to be home like a good little boy?" Dr. Membrane replied with this sick smirk on this face.
"N-number 37 . . . d-dad what's going on here? What the fuck are those?" Dib yelled as he pointed his index finger at the perfectly lined up tubes upon tubes.
Dr. Membrane sighed to himself as he pinched the bridge of his nose slightly, "Son, you're the exact complete copy of me and some how you turned out to be stupid, what's a father supposed to do?"
Dib's mind raced at a mile a minute as he tried to register what his father was telling him, "So you saying, me and Gaz are clones of yourself?"
Dr. Membrane laughed crazily, "Bravo! But I would give you an award for getting the answer right but I'm afraid I'm gonna have to kill you."
Dib stared at his father wide eyed, ". . . you wouldn't . . . people would get suspicious if I suddenly disappear."
"Sweet, sweet darling Dib, did you forget that I have clones? I can just extract your memories and give it to another clone. But no matter what I do, you clones keep coming in here and find out the truth." Dr. Membrane said as he shrugged his shoulders as if it was a spill that could be wiped up.
" . . . I won't tell anybody, I swear."
Dr. Membrane looked at Dib with an emotionless expression, "No one would believe you even if you tried."
"D-dad, come on. Think about it, do you think Gaz wouldn't notice?" Dib replied as he looked all over the place for an exit rout.
"And do you think she give a shit?"
"Why are you doing this?" Dib asked as he finally found an exit, it was the laundry shoot where everything that fell in it would some way or another end up outside, but he revised his plan and decide to go back up in the air vent.
"Well, how could I be the greatest scientist in the world, if I didn't know how to clone myself?" He stated as a matter of fact.
". . . you're insane!" Dib yelled as he backed away slowly towards the air vent.
Dr. Membrane sighed to himself as he looked at the tubes, "Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm one hundred percent sane," He opened the door behind him, showing five buff floating robots waiting at the doorway, "Kill-bots, dispose of number 37, but leave his head complete unharmed as you bring him back to me."
"Yes, sir." They all responded at the same time with this deep mechanical voice.
Dib turned his whole body around as he ran towards one of the tubes that was near the air vent entrance and used its glassy surface to flip himself upwards as he continued to run fast vertically on the surface of the tube as the bots blasted their beams towards Dib causing him to crash his way through the air vent. He began crawling through as he ripped the parts of his trench coat and wrapped them around both of his hands.
"Shit shit shit shit shit shit. He's going to fucking murder me! I got to get the fuck out of here!"
Lasers began to fill holes in the air vent, catching Dib slightly by the ribs and the back of his hand. He hissed in pain as he continued to follow the path that he came in at. The heat of the metal and the blown parts of the air vent that filled the air was getting to him. Parts of his exposed hands burned as he touched the scorching metal. He turned to his side as he found the opening of the air vent and slid down to land into a dumpster. He quickly regained his composer and climbed out of the dumpster, not giving himself a minute to breathe as he ran across the street towards his house.
He busted through the front door, walking towards Gaz who was sitting in the living room couch with Tak's arm over her shoulder. Gaz turned her head towards Dib with annoyance as her expression.
"What the hell, Dib?"
"Gaz," He started as he was trying to catch his breath, "Gaz, we need to get the fuck out of here before dad- Dr. Membrane get back here with his kill-bots."
Gaz stared blankly at Dib, "What?"
"Is your bother always like this?" Tak asked as she played with a little bit of Gaz's long purple hair.
"Yeah but this isn't his usual 'Zim's an alien and he's out to destroy us all' kind of crazy." She replied with a surprisingly soft smile towards her lover.
"No time for this! We have to go now!" Dib yelled impatiently.
Gaz sighed to herself, "Explain now!"
"Clones in tubes . . . number 37 . . . kill-bots." He shuddered as he kept looking over his shoulders.
"What?" Tak asked dumbfounded.
"Me and Dib are clones of our father and he's trying to kill Dib with a bunch a kill-bots." Gaz answered.
Tak gave Gaz a surprised look, "You understood that?"
"It pays to learn fast." She replied with an emotionless face.
Dib looked uneasy as he kept looking at the open door behind him, having a strange feeling creep up his back, "Can you hurry it up? Time is kind of important right now."
Gaz looked into Dib eyes as if searching for the whole truth, but her expression turned to worry as she stared longer, "You're not joking?"
"No, I'm not."
Tak grabbed Gaz's shoulders turning her attention towards her, "You can stay with me if you want."
Gaz looked her in the eyes with a slightly smirk, "And you do realize that if we live together none of us will be getting much sleep anytime soon."
Dib rolled his eyes, "Whatever. Gaz go ahead and leave with Tak, I'm going over to Zim's house. Call me on my cell, if you need anything."
"Hey." Gaz called out before Dib headed towards the door.
"What?"
"Be careful out there."
"Aw, thanks Gaz."
"Cause if you died, I lose a punching bag."
"Well . . . that didn't make my day." He said as he ran out the door towards Zim's house.
Tak stood up and pulled Gaz along with her, "I rented an a-part-ment to appear more normal, shall we go now?"
Gaz chuckled softly, "Yeah lets." She replied as she leaned closer to Tak, pulling her into a heated kiss. Both fighting for dominances with their tongues. Tak bent down slightly and looped her arms behind Gaz's legs to lift her in bridal style. Tak walked out the door with Gaz in her arms, still kissing, and climbed into her spaceship, and flew away.
-Zim P.O.V.-
Zim awake slightly from his slumber feeling sick to his stomach, not like a type of sick that anyone would feel after eating a bad burrito . . . no, it was the type of sick that felt like something inside you was rejecting whatever it liked to reject. He rushed off his bed and ran towards his bathroom in lighting speed, vomiting all over the bath floor. He felt dizzy . . . hungry and tired. He staggered his way towards his underground base in search for answers.
"Computer." He spoke softly.
". . . yes."
"I need you to do a whole body scan for medical procedures."
"Okay."
A huge scanner came from the ceiling and began to scan him as he took a seat near his computer, shaking in fear that something terrible is wrong with him. He didn't want to imagine the look on Dib's face if anything was wrong with him, it hurt his heart the more when he thought about it.
"Scanning complete."
"What are the results?"
"You are with . . . an offspring."
". . . what?" Zim asked shock and confusion invading his expression.
"You are pregnant."
" . . .what?"
"Master, I believe you have a smeet growing inside you."
"H-how is that possible?"
"Through mating."
"No, I understand that. But I had just had intercourse. How is it possible to be able to detect it now and how is it possible that I'm able to have an offspring?" He asked as he tried to calm himself down by rubbing his temples.
"You are Irken and the other father is a human, the growth rate of the smeet is unpredictable. It could one month grow rabidly and another month its growth rate could slow dramatically."
". . . okay, now that question is answered. Answer the other one."
"Since the Irken race didn't have the need to mate, they didn't bother with separating the male reproductive organ's from the female reproductive organs."
"So?"
"So, Irken female can impregnate Irken males. But if there was a situation of an Irken female becoming involved with a human female, they could either become pregnant or impregnate their partners. And vise versa with Irken males."
Zim stared at his computer screen in shock as the truth began to set in.
"I'm with smeet . . . . how is Dib going to react to this? I'm afraid to even inform him of such news. Seeing those Jerry Springer and the Maruy Television shows has me worried if Dib will 'set up and be a man' as you call it."
"Master?"
". . . what is it, computer?"
"Will you keep the smeet, or will you-"
"I will keep it, end of discussion!"
-Normal P.O.V-
Zim heard a knocking sound coming form up above, so he steps out of his base and walks to the door. He opened the door harshly, "What!"
". . . Hi Zim, it kinda seems like you're in a bad mood. Did I wake you?"
"Uh, come in." He said as he pulled Dib inside, quickly slamming the door shut. Zim made his way towards the couch, letting himself fall on it. Zim turned his head looking up at Dib's condition: A hot mess. He stood up quickly and rushed over towards Dib.
"What the hell happened to you?"
"Dad tried to kill me, turns out that I'm just a clone."
" . . . For some odd reason, I'm not shocked." Zim commented as he pulled Dib towards the couch to sit.
Dib chuckled softly, "And why doesn't that shock you?"
"Because I'm pregnant . . . with your child."
Author's notes: Hi you guy's, finally finished Chapter 5. Tell me if you were surprised with the whole outcome of what Dib is. I wasn't trying to make it seemed rushed so if it seems like it, my bad. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed typing it.