You know I don't own Invader Zim or the characters so lets just get to the story shall we?
Dib usually could come up with one scheme or another to ruin Zim's life in one way or another but he had nothing. Something about this time was different, something had gotten to him. It was the same every time they met: one would start a fight; they'd throw insults back and forth for a while, rough each other up a little, then go on about their business the next day the same thin would happen again, and again. The repetitiveness was really getting old for him.
No one understood that he was their only thing standing in the way of Zim and his plans for world conquest, half baked though they were, could work without Dib stopping him at every turn. Sometimes he just wanted to lie down and let the coming madness of Zim's race take over. Then they would be sorry they hadn't listened to him in the first place, sometimes it seemed the human race wasn't really worth saving, but those thoughts went away when he would realize that this was his planet too, and he had to protect his family, no matter how they treated him. Maybe he could bum rush Zim's base and try for a quick take down. 'Yeah, I've been going about this all wrong I could just kill Zim and finally be done with it' he thought.
But could he really do it, kill Zim; it had been the bane of his existence for some years now. He couldn't really think of a world with out Zim and his idiotic plans. Plus, the idea of actually killing something wasn't very pleasant, maybe studied thoroughly, but not dead. All this thinking was starting to hurt his head so he went down to the weight room to blow off a little steam.
Their were weight benches and dumbbells along the floor, along with other fitness equipment. Dib had taken an interest in muscle building in 7th grade when one particular atomic weggie given by Torque had sent him off the edge. He leg sweeped Torque to the ground and pummeled the shit out of him. Dib may have been small, but he was fast and agile. This had proved to be his strength as he could dodge Torques slow punches and return with a straight volley of his own. After the fight the physical abuse had stopped but the name calling continued from his fellow students.
In the center of the room was a punching bag with Zim's face imprinted on the front a little crinkled from all the abuse it had taken. After Torque he realized that agility had won over brute strength so his workout routine allowed him to build only so much muscle leaving him small but cut.
Today he only wanted to work with the punching bag for obvious reasons, getting into a white muscle shirt and black sweats before going at the bag focusing most of his blows on the face on the bag. This continued until he couldn't throw one more punch so he leaned up against the bag to catch his breath. He'd been so busy with his training that he didn't notice Gaz standing in the door way, who had been watching him for sometime before he turned suddenly.
"What do you want Gaz" saying a little annoyed, he really wasn't in the mood for her attitude at the moment also his adrenalin was running high so he tried to keep calm.
"Just wanted to see what you do in here, my stupid Gameslave is busted and I was wondering if you err could fix it for me since your such a techno geek and all"
"Listen Gaz I'm busy as you can see, so if your not here to destroy me I would appreciate it if you left, ill fix your little game later, right now I've got work to do, pttt, like you really care" he then turned back to the punching bag ready for round 2.
"But I do care Dib" her amber eyes showing and her voice a little more enthusiastic then she liked. She realized what she'd done and closed her eye's shut again and said "wait no I don't, whatever" closing the door behind her.
Gaz's sudden outburst had broken Dib's concentration allowing the bag to come back around and smack him in the face putting him to the ground. "That was weird oh well" he said rubbing the back of his head.
Just outside the door Gaz stood in the hallway looking weirded out. 'That's not the first time this has happened like when Dib said he had fate of the world stuff to do and I remember wanting to go though I didn't know why I even asked if I could go, whatever"
Getting back to smashing Zim's head in until he was too tired so he just stared at the face of his enemy for quite a while he could swear that it was laughing at him in Zim's evil way of laughing. That was when he decided it had to end it was either going to be Earth or Irk.
"Well Zim looks like its finally time to see who really is the superior race is" punctuating the statement with one final punch before changing back into his trench coat, grabbing the tazer staff he'd gotten from Tak's ship before heading for the door. Looking back only once to see his sister in the kitchen banging her Gameslave against the counter with a snarl across her face.
'If I don't win I really pity the Irkin who gets in her way' hr thought with a smile.
"Alright Zim here I come"
Back at Zim's base, Zim was still unconscious and recovering while Tak occupied herself with various little chores, not forgetting to check on Zim's condition every once and a while. She had repaired the door, the wall, and the sofa and tidied up here and there.
"Jeeze that SIR unit sure can mess up a flat if I ever saw one" picking up all the empty bags and boxes from Krazy Taco and Choky Chicken. Then she heard a load crash from outside but before she could check what caused it the door was, once again, blown apart. Standing in the massively gaping hole stood Dib holding what looked to be her battle staff and a water balloon gun in the other hand.
"It's doomsday for you Zim and I'm the one bringing the doom…..thingy….doombringer…..guy"