Dib pounded his fists on the door, and on the other side, Gaz had already gone out to check the wreckage with a few other people that were lucky enough to be twenty feet away when the bomb went off. Zim propped himself up onto his elbows. They were silent for a few moments. The whirring and curning of gears emmiting from the computer gave Zim a vague feeling of comfort, while it felt foreign to Dib; very unsettling. It was really just a reminder... The Irken blinked and sat up, cross legged. It was too quiet for him; he was used to the crazy howling of GIR and the insane squeaking of MiniMoose. The Slave won't always be such an emotional wreck, right?

"Z-Zim…" Dib whispered, catching the disguised alien's attention. Zim almost reared back at the completely haunted and insane look the boy's eyes held. "I…I can't believe myself!" He began to laugh; a "I'm not crazy, but right now I feel like it" giggle that sent chills through Zim's spine (if he has one).

Zim stripped himself of his disguise. "What do you mean you can't believe it?" he stood and took one step towards the human cautiously.

"Gaz…I've always protected her. Or…I'd like to think I've protected her." Dib's eyes welled up with tears, and even though he was wearing glasses, his vision became blurry. "She's going to die, isn't she Zim? She'll be dead like my father and everyone else, huh?!"

This sent Zim walking backwards towards the bed and he collapsed onto it. Dib breaking down was not in the plan. Dib wiped his eyes, trying to erase the fact he still loved human kind, even though they did such cruel things to him. A human heart can take so much more then what others can throw at it; it can break easily, it doesn't heal easily, but it will always be full of love. The honey glazed eyes looked at Zim, desperate for comfort, but unsure if the 'hardened alien soldier' would give him enough to suffice for his weak human emotions. Zim's blood red orbs shot through Dib's skull, piercing it with just a gaze.

"Yes, Dib."

Dib reared back, almost forgetting the question he had just recently asked and that there had been no attatchments onto his name. It was true, then. Zim was going to kill every last one of them and Dib had to help and watch.

"They're all going to die a horrible death, it'll be short, but excruciatingly painful." Zim took on an uncaring tone and he began to pick at his claws. "Oh, it'll be dreadful. Well, dreadful for them, I mean. We'll be safely tucked away as they all suffer."

A grin found its way onto Zim's face, the usual insane grin that he used when he was being evil. Dib just collapsed to his knees and held back a sob. No use in crying now, he'd already given away his freedom and the earth to Zim, not to mention Dib gave the alien his body.

"We'd better get to work, Slave Dib."

Slave before Dib. The boy couldn't tell if it was a demotion because he was now Slave Dib. Was it good or bad? Did it matter?

"Say, 'Yes, Master Zim', like a good Slave Dib."

Dib glanced up at the alien, eyes of stone. Zim just widened his grin, loving the way he had such control over his slave…well, thought he had control over the human.

"Y-yes…" Dib cringed, almost as if it hurt him to say just that one word and he reached up to touched the burned on mark from last night, "Do I have to…?" Zim gave him a look and Dib frowned, then mumbled, "Yes Master Zim…"

"Perfect…" Zim practically purred, loving the way the words rolled off the human's tongue. "Come…we have much work to do."

Dib stood weakly. Not that he was tired, just put out. Nothing was going according to how he wanted it to go. After last night, he had hoped Zim would've given up on taking over the Earth, but now he seemed as eager as ever. Besides that, Zim seemed to want to abuse his new found powers over the human, who sure wouldn't take it for too long. Zim was an idiot to think that Dib would be totally loyal. Now that they had relieved the sexual tension, Dib felt almost better about back stabbing the alien. But he knew he could never possibly do it. Not now, at least, the blow from the night before was fresh in his mind and he was sure he'd carry the memory forever. If not a memory, a scar.

And he wasn't sure if that was good or bad. Zim frowned at Dib's sluggish behavior. He wanted to ask what was wrong, but he didn't want to seem weak in front of his only slave. No wonder Dib was unruly, though. He'd never been through the slave training that's usually given to the normal slaves who were taken mostly by force, the ones who had less then a choice. Yet, for some reason, Zim couldn't bring himself to act upon those righteous slave codes set by the unmerciful Control Brains. Zim turned and began to goose-step towards were the couch would usually sit. He pressed a button that appeared on the bed and it lifted easily. The shaft was hollow, until the platform appeared to carry the two down. Zim stepped onto it.

"Slave Dib, come."

It was overly formal for Dib's taste, but he complied.

"Where's GIR and MiniMoose at, Zim?" Dib whispered, almost unhappily. He needed a pick-me-up and the two robots usually made him smile.

Zim grinned widely, quite happy that the two were gone. "Away. For now, unfortunately. They won't be able to mess with the extraordinary plan we have cooked up for the horrible stink meats that litter this horrible dirt planet."

Dib hummed and sighed, then leaned against Zim, hoping to get the comfort he so needed as a human. Zim just adjusted so that they were both comfortable, Dib's head on his shoulder. It wasn't much, but it helped Dib slightly. Too soon, though, they arrived at their destination. A work bench littered with chemicals and other things was already set up.

The alien waved a gloved hand towards it, "I had the Computer rig this up just before that horribly filthy creature knocked on my door."

"Oh, really?" Dib said, teetering on sarcasm, but he leaned harder against the alien, who was becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

"So, let's get started, shall we?!" Zim pushed Dib back slightly and rushed towards the chemicals, leaving Dib behind to saunter slowly after him.

Dib looked at the chemicals with slight interest, unable to stop himself from looking at the labels. Some very deadly and potent illnesses. It almost frightened him. Zim could have used any of this stuff before, but why hadn't he? Didn't the alien know how to deal with these types of human chemicals? The boy swallowed audibly and Zim gave the table a satisfied smirk. Dib frowned and touched the table lightly, it was an autopsy table, which also gave him goose-bumps. Had Zim been planning on…cutting him open? It was unlikely, but Dib never knew what to expect from Zim. Never.

Zim lifted one of the vials into his hand and examined the label. "Here is the Vortion Soup. Hahaaaa, dangerous little thing, well, for dirt monsters. Like you, Dib Slave."

Dib rolled his eyes from behind his glasses, "Uh-huh. I was thinking…if it's so powerful by itself, can't we just put it in an aerosol can and spray in on people?"

"Hum, but will it be any good by itself, though? I mean, I gave the subject a pretty heavy dose." Zim tapped his lip and Dib felt great that Zim looked like he was actually considering his opinion. He wanted more of it.

"Urr, we could pair it up with…acid. The really potent kind, the kind that just a bit of it will melt human flesh." The human looked up at Zim's little shout of 'AHA!' and smiled when Zim gave him an evil look.

"That's PERFECT!" the alien paused, his look frozen, then blank. "Wait, where can I get acid?"

Dib sighed.