-1A/N: Hi, everybody! Here is the second chapter to THE DOOM THAT BINDS US! Bwahahahahahaaaa. Do enjoy your stay. Okay, I only received two reviews last chapter! Nuuuuu… please review more.. I love you, reviewers! Please don't leeeave meeee. Okay, I'm a bit hyper today, sorry about that. Eheheh.
Disclaimer of Fan-ficcy doooom: Invader Zim does not belong to me. They belong to Jhonen. Yes, I know. Totally unexpected, right? That on a FAN-fiction site, a FAN is writing this? Indeed… But right. The plot of this story though, belongs to me.
Warning: This is a ZADR fic. If you didn't read the warning in the last chapter, then you know now. ZADR is Zim and Dib Romance. I don't care for flamers much. If you have something to say, say it. If your just complaining, then you will be totally ignored.
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The Doom that Binds Us
2.) My Blender Me
Zim's claws began to glow on the ever shining, ever beeping Pak. He began to feel a burning sensation starting from his claws up. His hands began to ripple like water, as well as Dib's back. Zim carefully took his claws off of the Pak and rapped his arms around the human's chest in a tight embrace. His whole body began to turn into a sort of mush, so he just held Dib tighter, and sighed in his ear.
He felt his body begin to pull itself into Dib's, as Dib's body accepted his own, pulling him in, inviting his body to his own. They were mutating together, and right before Zim was totally morphed into Dib, he caught a glimpse at his stone-cold face. Yes, he was sure now, he was doing the right thing.
That's when everything went black for Zim, and he was thrown into another world, unlike any he's been before. It was beautiful. The ground was beautiful, yellow, covered in large sunflowers. The sky was purple, with orange flaky clouds, so very see-through. He saw the sun in front of him, leveled with him. More importantly, the sun was not a hot gaseous star in flames in the sky. No, the sun was Dib. Standing a few yards away, with one of his hands grabbing onto his other elbow. There was such a warm smile emitting from Dib's face. His eyes were mere slits from smiling so true. His clothes were the ones Zim was so use to seeing; a heavy trench coat, some dark blue shirt, big black pants with blue threading; yes, the human was all there, smiling so warmly at the alien.
The wind carried the sent of the sunflowers and Zim decided to speak up, just to say something of which he was uncertain of, but whenever he tried to speak, no voice came out. He felt worried and try to run to Dib. Dib, however, floated backwards, disappearing, along with the light in this world.
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Zim's eyes snapped open. "Dib!" He screamed, quickly sitting in an upwards position. At first, he began thinking this was all just a dream, but when he looked down to see a light-olive skin bare chest, he knew what had happen was not just a dream.
Zim scanned himself over. He had something now in-between his legs, that was no doubt some sort of weird human organ that people kept in their pants for a reason. He then looked at his hands. Five long claws. Not three, but five. Not human fingers, either, but long claws. His skin had become a lighter green than it was before, no doubt trying to also accompany the skin of the human. His legs were longer, but still thin as they were previously, as well as his arms. He reached up to feel out any deformities his antennas had inquired, but no, they were still there alright, perfectly normal, only now he felt hair as well. Real hair, not thick wiry substance like his wig. It was only on the front of his head, too, not on the back. Just enough to take Dib's bangs and trade-mark scythe, but nothing behind where Zim's antennas were. There were no human ears like he expected, but all is well, he could hear fine out of his antennas. He brought his claws to the front of his face to feel that he was missing the human nose he expected, and that his eyes were shaped more like a humans than his own, but obviously his own genes blended in well with that because he could see just fine.
He clacked his tongue in his mouth tasting it carefully. How odd. He seemed to have liquid in his mouth like water, only it didn't burn him at all. Does this mean that he's immune to water now?
"Where is the Dib-stink?" Zim began to wonder anxiously to himself. "Dib-stink, say something, Dib-stink! This isn't funny. You must speak! Speak to Zim! You must be alive!"
Memories of the sunflower dream began to come back to him. Did Dib go away? No, that wasn't right. He must have been in time. Dib's life-force welcomed Zim. One cannot do that if it's too late, could they?
Zim began to panic, then began to try to rationalize things as best he could. "I must tell the Tallest about this!" The new mutant Dib-Zim spoke.
"Hi, stranger!" A tiny robot waved a robotic arm in front of him.
"Computer; program all things in this base to respond to me as Zim." Zim spoke, looking at Gir, getting use to his new eyebrows and facial expressions.
The computer responded, and Gir beeped. "Hi, Mastah!" Gir waved again.
"Good, very good." He began to look at his clothes. It was for some reason harder to move now. His arms felt like weights, reaching the clothes. He started to put on Dib's clothes. His new body size would not be proper for any Irken clothing; even his gloves, he could not put on for the extra two claws added to his hand. The only thing of Dib's he didn't put on was Dib's glasses. Apart from not being able to put them on an earless head, Zim's vision was still just fine. Maybe his eyes were more dominant gene-wise compared to the human's.
Zim had to cut a hole into Dib's shirt and trench coat using the help of Gir so that the Pak could comfortably be warn with ought making Zim look like the Hunch back of Notre Cathedral.
The alien-human, fully dressed in Dib's clothes struggled standing up. It felt quiet, despite Gir's continuous blabbing about tacos. He needs to tell the Tallests about this, the sooner, the better, so that he can fix Dib, and that he himself could go back to his own body.
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"Let me get this straight," The more purple Tallest began, letting the more pinkish-red tallest in the background laugh like mad. "You broke the law of Mimphing with an outer species, worse yet, for your enemy?" Oh yes, he began to laugh too.
"My Tallests, I don't know what came over me. It- it was like pure Irken instincts. One thing just led to another, and, well, here I am, part human in my enemy's clothing. I don't know why I did it." The half-Irken explained.
The two Tallests stopped laughing for a moment. It went dead silent, a silent that Zim did not want to hear. A few moments passed and the two taller Irkens roared with laugher. This made Zim feel worse.
Gir began to run around in circles behind, giving the Tallests' view of the worried looking humanish Zim even more comical. Red spoke up. "Zim, what's happened to you--no-- is happening to you is something more inferior planets do a lot of. You aren't suppose to be going through this right now, Zim, but it is in Irken genes as well, so it has been possible from the start. You emotions for this Earthenoid have grown too large for your small, small, oh so very small Irken body. Your weak, Zim. You've been working on this planet too long, Zim."
Zim's antennas perked up. He had been on this planet for seven years now- seventy Irk years. "You mean I'm going to go home, and your going to send an army here to destroy all of these measly humans?" Hope over-clouded him now.
"I like the purply berries!" Gir fell flat on the floor with a thud. "Ow, that hurt like a squirrel."
Red seemed distraught. "Uh--no, not exactly."
"Wait!" Purple chimed in, and began to start whispering to Red.
"On second thought, maybe we can arrange for that, Zim." Red's lips curled up deviously. "Don't leave the planet yet, but we'll pick you up in two Earth weeks."
"Now don't you go anywhere, Zim." Purple snickered in, and the transition line cut off before the two Tallests could crack up louder.
"Great!" Zim clawed the air with a little difficulty from moving this new body. "I can finally get off of this Irk for saken planet, and back to my own."
"I like Earth, though, Mastah!" Gir whined.
Zim turned around to face the robot. "Nonsense, Gir. Irk is where we belong! Then they'll cast doom upon this world."
"Okay!" Gir chirped, turning from sad instantly to gleeful.
"Now, what to do for the next two weeks? More over yet, what about Dib?" Zim felt his newly found heart sink within him some. "His family-unit will for sure worry about him if he's not there everyday." Zim sighed. If he didn't go through this for the next two weeks, they might think he's dead or kidnapped, and then the poh-leese peoples would be asking him questions, find Dib's clothes on him, and eventually find out he's an alien. Then he'd be put through all of these horrible, horrible lab tests. That is, after all, his worse fear, is to be examined by scientists with scalpels in hand, ready to cut him open and take out all of his jyuuuuucie innards and probe him with uncomfortable beaver tails and so on. No, he couldn't let this happen. He was now going to play "Dib".
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Zim hesitated at "his" door, with a fist raised to the air, about to knock. He mentally kicked himself, and nervously turned the doorknob, hoping to the Tallest Gaz would not suspect anything.
He nervously stepped into the door-way into the house. He stopped dead in his tracks when he heard the annoying beeping sounds of a video game. It must have been Gaz's Fires Gate Piggies 2. Gaz got tired of the Game Slave games after the fifth one.
He let out an awkward breath of air when the beeps of the game continued. He let his feet mope towards the stairs, Gir close behind, making squeaking noises with every squeaky step. It had to be now that Zim felt the urge to say something to his new, temporary sister. "I'm back, Spooky Sister of the Underworld." He grinded his teeth together waiting for her response.
When Gaz didn't say anything, he began to actually get upset at how well she's ignoring him. "Hi, Spooky Earth-creature? It's me, your brother-unit 'Z-' I mean 'Dib'? I've been missing for a day, haven't you noticed?"
Gaz's head seemed to roll on her shoulders, turning to look at Zim. "If you make another noise, I will have you leaving this house in a body-bag, and blame it on you being insane and doing it all yourself."
There! Gaz was looking straight at him. Surely she could see that he looked really nothing like her brother. She's only lived with him her whole life. He's green now and missing a nose, for Irk's sake! Nevertheless, she just sat there, and Zim just stood there.
Gir ran up to greet the purple-haired girl of mass-destruction, and gave her a hug right before she swatted him away using her Fires Gate Piggies 2. Gir moaned dreadfully and ran back over to Zim where he clinged to his leg with his tongue lolled out.
Zim glared at the scary purple haired girl. Perhaps she knew that he wasn't really Dib, which brought up concerns as to why Dib's little sister-unit wasn't worried or wondering where he was. Soon enough though, this human teenager would die a most horrible death or be turned into an Irken slave, so he let his bothersome worries at rest for now.
He began to climb up stairs. He looked around. Come to think about it, he's never actually been in Dib's room, so he eyed all around. Yes, the one that had a biohazard sign right above an alien poster that said "be warned", most certainly, that would be the Dib-stink's room.
He walked inside, examining every aspect of the room. There were a few band poster hung about, with names such as "The Cheated", "Coleslaw", and other mainstream band names that would be popular for other humans his age. He sat on the bed that was in a messy order, blankets thrown off. There was a trashcan with used, snotty tissues. It was now that Zim began to get really angry.
What is with the Dib-beast's horrid angry sister-unit? Does she even care that the monster that lived in her house is now dead in me? Gir went to the trashcan, and unzipped the head of the doggy suit to put the tissues in his head. He's dead, and I bet she doesn't even care, that worthless, horrible, dead-beat human!
Zim clenched his hands together tightly, glaring at photographs taped to Dib's mirror of him and his family, and a few pictures of Zim in disguise while he was caught off guard. What feelings does this Dib-stink foster in his home? He began to wonder carelessly to himself, when he came upon another thought.
What were the Tallests talking about earlier? He laid back on Dib's very comfortable bed. What did they mean by "I'm weak" and that I'm experiencing something inferior species suffer from? What is this that the Tallests think I'm going through? My "emotions" for this hyuuman. No, too odd to think of. What is my feelings for this hyuuman? I do hate him, I think. But if I hate him, why couldn't I have just let him die? No, I couldn't let him die. Something in my great powerful veins that is ZIM told me I couldn't let that happen. But why? Why did I need to save the Dib-beast?
"Uh, Zim? Why am I hearing your voice in my head? Have I finally gone insane like Dad kept suggesting I am?" Zim felt his own mouth move, speak on it's own.
This startled Zim and he sat up straight from the bed. "Dib-stink! You're still here! Just how much of that did you hear?" Zim felt panicked.
Dib, sharing the same body as Zim, felt awkward finding what Zim was saying was coming out of his own mouth. "I heard enough, Zim, but more importantly, what is going on here? Why am I green, and why can I hear your mind?"
Zim hesitated. Dib could feel more than literally his hesitation. "Dib-beast," Zim began, finding it hard to use their jaws now. "I've Mimphed us. Basically, your pathetic hyuuman body was shutting down on itself, and so I, the great ZIM, kind of combined our bodies together so you could live." For some reason. "Thank me later for saving you. Zim does not mind complements, after-all." Zim stated, a-matter-of-factly. "All that bothered me was why you, foolish hyuuman, chose not to return to this body after so long after the Mimphing. Tell Zim why!"
Dib began to envision a cloudy sky, one of which forced Zim to envision as well. "That's what happened. Ah, I see." Dib forced their shared body to sigh. "I remember seeing you, Zim, in a sunflower field. Then I began to remember a lot of things about my life. I thought I was dead--"
You were dead. Zim's thoughts butted in.
"-- Right. I'm sorry, it was stupid." Dib began to say, the vision of the clouds disappeared.
"No, you were stupid for dying on me like that, Pig-eater!" Zim spat out.
"Yeah, your right." Dib began to get somewhat depressed. "Anyway, do you mind if I kind of explore this new body of mine- I mean, ours?"
Dib wanted to ask something like "Why the hell did you save me, Zim?" and Zim could feel it, but on better judge of character, Dib thought that would be too hard to answer at the time being, so Zim let it go.
"Fine, Dib-worm. You can do whatever you'd like. Zim doesn't mind."
So just like that, Dib and Zim stood up together as one, and walked to the mirror. This somewhat exited Dib, for he was now green.
What struck him as odd, but beautiful about this new body was his eyes. They were still a human shape, but the iris, if you'd even call it that, was much larger, missing their pupils. They were now a gorgeous color of crimson red, as though a million people had been killed, and their fleshy blood were all gathered into his now beautiful eyes.
The next thing he noticed was his lack of nose and ears, which, in there place was replaced by two long, thin black antennas. This struck Dib's curiosity, and halfway made Zim want to warn the hyuuman-creature about touching them. Without missing a beat, Dib brought his claws up to feel his antennas, to just stroke them a bit to see what they felt like.
Zim and Dib both gave out a moan as the claws traced their antennas. "Ah!" Dib spoke out enjoyably. "So you use these that way as well."
Now, that was embarrassing. They looked into the mirror, their new body was blue all in the face from embarrassment.
Ah, so my Irken blood took over this body instead of Hyuuman blood. Zim thought out loud.
Hey, can you hear my thoughts, too? Dib wondered now sort of enjoying this new change.
Of coarse I can, silly earth-creature. We are totally tied together now, body and soul. That is Mimphing.
Ah, interesting. Dib retorted, debating if he should play with their antennas some more or not.
Gir was now pretending to be an old man, dying from sneezes with the tissues in his robotic claws. "I'm Santa Clause!"
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A/N: I know, horrible place to leave off, right? Right. Oi. I had such troubles spitting this chapter out. I hope that you guys enjoyed it. I was really missing not being able to have Dib in there till the end! TT Oh well; chapter two is done. I hope you guys found it interesting or something.
Thank you Techno and Itsuka for reviewing! I really appreciate it, thank you.
Geesh, Santa Clause became so scary in the Invader Zim series! Haha, truly funny.
Well, I'm off now Sweet dreams