-1A/N: Hey! Chapter 3 up here finally! Sorry it took so long, I have no internet connection right now, so I'm sneaking these into the database through another computer. Thanks so much for the reviews on chapter two! I thank you all!

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: Never stick your hand down the garbage disposal. This fic contains ZADR- A.K.A., gay love between an alien and his human. But you knew that already, didn't you?

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The Doom that Binds Us

3.) Crazy Zib

Gir playfully pounced on his owner's foot an proceeded to rub his head against his leg. "I checkethed my Christmas lists four times! Naughty-naughty-black rock of coal." Gir then began to pull coal out of his head, for whatever reason he had those stored in his head, no one knew, but it poured out, slightly dirtying up the blue carpet underneath.

The new Dib-Zim, Zim-Dib, Dim, or Zib, however you'd like to call them, looked down at the cute little robot grinding up coal on Dib's floor. "What are you doing, Gir?" Zim asked.

Gir looked up and gave a huge grin. "I'm making diamonds!" The robot proclaimed.

"It's cute how not-smart you can be sometimes, Gir." Dib brought up, unenthusiastically fiddling with the edge of his black trench coat.

"Don't complement him, Dib-stink. You'll encourage him to act this way some more." Zim followed up Dib's statement, allowing him to play with the black material.

Gir gave a goofy smile and "awed" when another piece of coal crumpled in his metallic claw of doom.

"You don't find your malfunctioning robot adorable?" Dib asked the alien in his head (or so he felt.)

"Oh no, he is quite adorable, as you earthen people say, but-- Wait! Gir isn't malfunctioning. He's advanced." Zim grumbled, making Dib feel their garnet-red eyes narrow.

Dib, a little startled from Zim actually defending the innocent technological being, brought their eyes back to the mirror, as to speak to Zim more directly when he could see his own reflection. "Your right. I'm sorry. He's special, and advanced, and--"

"--And maybe you shouldn't have insulted Irken property." Zim took over their mouth.

"Right, because Irken property is all powerful." Dib made a point to put sarcasm in his words. Your right Zim, I'm sorry. Gir didn't need to hear that from me. Dib couldn't help his natural thoughts despite his contradicting statement.

Zim looked into the mirror, confused at the earth-creature sharing his body. "Do you always lie like that, Dib? Say something other than what you meant because you're afraid of the outcome or yourself or whatever it is you humans fear when speaking?" Zim asked, in not an angry or mocking tune, but more in a concerned and curious one.

Before Dib could even give time to think through his embarrassment of Zim hearing his thoughts, his bedroom door flew open revealing a tall man in a starch-white lab-coat.

"Dad!" Dib looked at Prof. Membrane, hot fear boiling in his insides. Zim felt Dib's fear, and felt powerless to do anything since the fear put Dib mostly into control. "What are you doing home? I thought you were going to be gone all week for a business-trip to Japan." Zim began to feel more panic from the teenage boy.

"Dib, your sister called claiming you weren't being quite yourself. I rushed here as fast as I could, but I couldn't help but listen in on you while you were talking to yourself again." Prof. Membrane looked over his son once or twice, and despite how observed he looked, it still seemed he didn't even realized the changes in Dib at all-- the color of his skin, the shortage of hair, the fact that he was missing a nose and ears, his new change of eye-color-- nothing. "My poor, insane son."

Dib-beast, what is the matter? Zim asked mentally to Dib.

Dib just hesitated for a moment and his thoughts began to thoroughly consume him enough for Zim to get the picture. Dad said that if he caught me talking to myself one more time that he'd send me to the psychiatrist to get medication for being so crazy and stuff… But now, but now…! He over-heard us talking to each other, but we were having a full conversation, arguing and stuff, so now… Now he'll think I'm even crazier. Forget the psychiatrist, I'm going to the Crazy House for Boys! Just think about how crazy that would be to over-hear that whole-

"Son! Quit daydreaming, and come with me. Take whatever you want." He looked at Gir for a moment. "Bring your pet computer with you if you want."

Gir squealed in innocent joy, and jumped onto Zim and Dib's back. "Do we get a ride to the milk-making factory?"

Prof. Membrane seemed a little confused by the robot, but not too confused. He just figured that his brilliant inventing ways had just merely rubbed off on his poor, insane son. "Yes, yes we are, Peculiar Pet Computer."

Dib's fear quickly thinned the hybrid's blood, and his legs felt week. He did not want to go back to that place, at least, not again.

Zim decided to pick up from where the shaky-legged Dib left off. "But father-unit," Zim tried to make his words sound as smooth as chicken-broth. "I'm not crazy. I'm simply…" Ehhh, what are you, Dib-hyuuman?

Dib snapped back into reality, and filled in the blank. "bored."

"Ah, yes. I am 'bored', father-unit. 'Bored' like the boring hyuuman I am, waiting to be released into the streets like a moose needing to eat!" Zim felt proud of himself.

Zim, that was horrible. "like a moose needing to eat"? What are you thinking? Dib ridiculed Zim, more out of fear of his father than dislike for Zim.

Prof. Membrane pondered to himself. "That makes since, you are boring, Son, but you seem rather…" he fished his thoughts for an appropriate word. "…split personality right now, or schizophrenic or something. Anyhow, hurry up, we're going to the crazy place." Prof. Membrane stated, removing himself from Dib's room, leaving Dib and Zim alone with Gir to brood.

The two just stood there in silence for a bit. Zim let Dib absorb himself in his thoughts and human emotion, while he silently began to think of ways to escape this horrid house of doom.

….and the jackets! That's the worse part. Having your arms tied behind your back in tight, binding cloth, making you feel so trap… I hate it! I hate it all! The medicine they make you force down, the table they strap you to, the uncomfortable bed with pee-stains- I don't want to go back, Zim, I don't!

We'll just make note, Worm-baby, that we have the power to think to one another, so we should use it rather than talking. Zim thought bitterly.

"Why don't you leave, Mastah?" Gir asked, tilting his head to the side slightly, claw on mouth.

"I was planning to, Gir." Zim announced in a high-and-mighty voice.

"No, we can't leave!" Dib snapped back.

Remember that thing about thinking to each other? Zim glared dullfully back into the mirror.

Right…

Why don't you want to escape, Dib-thing? I thought you hated asylums?

Yes, I do, but Dad told us we need to go. If we stay here, he might get really mad and send them after us and use force rather than us just easily going to them.

Zib blinked in the mirror blankly, mostly because that made no since to Zim. Your logic confuses Zim, Dib-earth-creature. … Anyway, if we go to that place, it will interfere with the plans I made with the Tallests.

It was Dib's turn to blink blankly. You mean your leaders? What plans do you have with them? He began to growl, getting angry. You're not planning on taking over the earth this way, with me "moophed" with you, are you? Because that's pretty low and horrible, Zim. I'll never let you! I'll even kill myself if I have to if it means the Earth will be safe.

Zim ignored the human's growl and waved his almighty humanish claws in the air. The term you're looking for is "mimphed", and the answer you're looking for is "maybe".

Dib got angrier. What is that suppose to mean?

Gir ran around the room filling the silence to scream "Taco's!"

It means that my Tallests, our leaders, are going to come to earth soon and fix us. After that, then I'm going to take over this pathetic excuse for a filth ball of dirt for the Tallests. Zim explained.

I'd rather go to an insane asylum than to let that happen.

You mean you wish to be stuck with Zim for all of eternity? Zim sounded, and felt confused. He was sure the human would rather be himself and out of the head of Zim than to have his planet safe from Irk.

No, but if it means that Earth will be taken over by your useless people, than I'd deal with it. Dib stated, almost threateningly so.

For some reason, and for whatever reason that was, that sort of upset Zim, almost like his feelings were being hurt for the first time. Dib felt these emotions flowing from Zim, and promptly felt slightly guilty (but not too much.) Psh, it must be the human's hormones. Zim thought absentmindedly.

"Taco, taco, burrito, taco!" Gir sang happily.

Zim collected himself. Too bad. He grinned and turned towards the window. "Come on, Gir, we're leaving." Gir took the que and felt more than obliged to jump out of the window singing "Finally!"

Unfortunately for Zim, Dib struggled with the body, keeping their feet perfectly planted as was. No, Zim. I refuse to let you do any harm to this planet.

"Dib," It was Gaz' turn to step in, uninvited into the room. "Dad said that I need to take you out of here whatever means possible, so…" she searched her pocket for a moment, pulling out a round packaged ball. "…whatever." She tossed the ball, making it "Pop" and cloud the room with yellow gas.

I hate your family, Zim remembered thinking as their body steadily began to fall to the floor.

Slowly, but surely, the world around the two grew black.

Is Earth really worth it…? After all this, all of these people, all of these emotions, all of this suffering, all of the salt on my wounds, bloodshed, suspicion, torment, pain, tears and struggle, does Earth even desire being saved?

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A/N: Oh my gosh, do you see the angst? Oh, the angst. Oh, how it'll be angstier later! Ohhhh, the beautiful, deliiiiicious angst. Yup. So I hope to get my internet back.

Thanks once again for the reviews, favorites, and watches-- Especially the encouraging reviews. I hope that you enjoyed this chapter. I'll try to get the next one out sooner.