A/N: SORRY OH GOD. Geeze, I haven't updated this in a friggin' while. Anyway, here we go!
Dib felt his heart plunge. He could feel the faint crackle of static and electricity whir beside him as Computer pulled away, dangling off to the side, monitor facing the irate alien who stood glowering at the front door.
"I thought you said you were tracking him?" Dib whispered. He didn't expect an answer.
/Distracted./
Dib meekly nodded, taking a cautious step backwards. Zim watched the human's every movement, faux eyes slanted into harrowing slits. The Irken's eye color was a fierce cobalt blue instead of the customary lavender, and Dib wondered if the alien had a whole arsenal of assorted contacts at his disposal.
"Why are you here, human filth?" Zim scowled, slit tongue poking from between his serrated teeth. He shifted the writhing potato sack still strung over his shoulder, his three-fingered hands tightening around the bunched material. The alien took a moment to assess Computer, which merely hung there suspended in mid-air, it's screen still glowing that uncanny white light.
"Computer, why are you just hovering there?" Zim barked, taking a singular step inside. The alien's pointed boot slammed against the tiled floor, a resounding thud reverberating across the flooring. "Kick it out!"
"Hey, I'm not an 'it', you bug!" Dib countered, his lips twisting into a frown.
"Computer, NOW!" Zim hissed, hauling the sack over his shoulder and smacking it against the ground- the sack immediately stopped moving. Dib didn't know if he should feel repulsed or reassured that it was no longer mobile. Whatever was in that sack was certainly dead now.
In the next instant, Dib felt a familiar slithering cable wrap around his wrist, the wiring cool and smooth against his skin. With a sharp tug, much harsher than it felt, Dib was sent nearly jogging across the living room, Computer hovering towards the doorway ahead. Dib looked above him, mesmerized by the ceiling tiles that slid out of place, allowing the monitor to zip across the ceiling without hindrance. Before Dib even got to the threshold, a gloved hand smacked against his chest, further halting him.
"Wait," Zim quipped, dropping his hand by his side. Computer rotated and stared down at the pair. Dib's breath hitched as he drew away, the wire still wrapped tight around his wrist. He subconsciously fingered the wire tubing, picking at the cables that only managed to tighten around his skin.
Meanwhile, Zim dropped the sack to the ground, no longer concerned about its comatose contents, and leaned forward, the tapered tips of his antennae brushing along Dib's collar. The Irken pulled back, one eye slanted, before he clasped his gloved hands behind his back and puffed out his chest.
"You smell sweet," he breathed, a sickening smirk slithering along his lips.
Dib didn't even know how to respond to that. He furrowed his brow, his fingers still picking at the cables holding him prisoner, and sneaking a quick glimpse at the monitor still hovering above, Dib merely did a double take. Did the monitor just turn red? He stared up at the screen, which was now a solid white. The wire tightened even more.
"I had…Mexican bread on the way over here," Dib whispered, ignoring the alien who was inspecting him as if here were a slab of cooked meat. Dib instinctively moved towards the door, the outside air tangling in his hair.
"Hm, I'll have to look into this bread of Mexico," Zim mumbled. Snapping himself to attention, a malicious scowl contorted his face. "Computer, throw him out at once! GIR! Get over here! And bring Minimoose!"
"Okie dokieeeee!"
With one final tug, Dib was sent flying over the threshold, landing face first against the concrete pathway lining the front yard. He could feel Computer's cable slither away from him, and when he tried to right himself, he had the feeling he was being watched, even when he finally stood up and turned away.
"Don't you ever sneak in here again!" Zim hissed, his voice venomous. "Next time I won't let you leave!"
With that, the door slammed shut, and Dib was sent awkwardly traipsing down the pathway, a flush to his cheeks.
There was a faint crackle and hum of electricity again, and words seemed to digitize through thin air,
/Be in your room tonight./
And then Dib heard nothing. Cleaning out his ears, he glimpsed warily at the garden gnomes that followed his every move, their tiny little bodies rotating with every step he took, and when he managed to finally step foot off the property, Dib took one last look at Zim's base, and fled.
A/N: So short, so sorry. I promise, next time will be longer than this. OTL
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