The double-sided camera floated over to me with a very tired looking Zim on the other side.
"What?" he said.
"Nothing." I replied, pulling a thin sheet over my head.
"You do not scream for nothing!" he exclaimed.
I pretended to be asleep.
He sighed and mumbled something about stupid humans waking him up at three in the morning and how everything was going to change soon.
I was up for the rest of the night wondering what it meant.
I finally fell back asleep at five.
My dreams were as strange as before, if not stranger.
Glimpses of pictures, visions, and fleeting memories, all flying around me in a tornado-like fashion.
I heard voices, cut off by many others.
I heard screams, my screams, the screams of rebels, a flash of green and red.
I heard accusing voices, but I couldn't make out the words.
I caught a picture as it flew by.
Zim, with normal eyes and a wig.
It managed to escape my grasp.
I tried to catch another, but only managed to slow it down.
I saw two tall figures, one in red, and one in purple.
Suddenly it all disappeared and I was surrounded by blackness.
Five words echoed around me: everything is going to change.
My eyes snapped open. I was awake.
Zim was on the side of the bed, staring at me.
I pounced at him and grabbed his neck.
He struggled to breathe as his PAK legs snuck out of his PAK.
The metal legs grabbed me and pried me off of him.'
He glared at me, rubbing his neck as he stood up.
"why are you here!?" I yelled.
His glare disappeared immediately.
This couldn't be good.
"I realized I forgot to tell you what my plans were for you." He said.
Oh no.
"Well?" I asked, might as well get it over with.
"I plan to turn you Irken." He replied.