Zim was scared. How did this happen? How could this happen? Had he been captured by these wretched humans and forced to become one of them? Or was this some kind of elaborate and cruel trick pulled by his enemy, Dib? He bet it was and he scowled as his… his fingers gripped the pillow tightly. He felt nothing but white hot rage. However, deeper than that he felt a great hollow pit of loss and grief inside him, eating away at his heart.
He refused to even acknowledge this, it was safer right now for him to keep in denial about this, or at least keep only on the surface. The mental shock was too great for him to handle. Instead, he kept to his bed, his body feeling painful and weak, like he'd been hit with a train. His mind still tried to grasp onto how this could have happened to him, how he could have let this happen to him. He had to think of a way out of this. He was Zim after all, he couldn't let a tiny hiccup like becoming-no, temporarily becoming human stop him.
Yes, the moment he could he'd get back to fighting the Dib-stink and taking over the world. He just had to get back to his lab and find a cure for this... condition. Zim liked that word for this, a condition.
He slowly pushed himself over onto his back, wincing as he did so. He felt odd, the feeling of where his PAK used to be was digging into him, yet he knew he was lying flat on the bed. He let a tiny smirk appear on his lips, heh, phantom PAK syndrome. A sudden thought hit him and a quick panic set in. His PAK was missing.
Did the humans have it? Did Dib have it? What where they doing with it? If they had managed to get into its hard drive they would have access to everything, military codes, stratagems, a direct link to the massive and a complete map of the Empire. Wait no-he took a small breath and gripped the sheets, there was no way they could have it. If it hadn't completely locked itself down by now to be impenetrable to all but Irken hands than it would have self-destructed, taking out half a block with it.
Yes, he was safe... well, apart from the fact his PAK might be gone. Without his PAK he couldn't live when he changed back. He frowned again, annoyed at his own chain of thoughts, why did his brilliant mind have to keep pointing out things which were wrong? It didn't usually do this! He grunted to himself. Well, he could always wire his body to his base computer, it would work as a proto-PAK until he got a new one.
That would be embarrassing, ordering a new PAK online from the Empire. He'd have to use Gir or someone to order it for him.
GIR! Well, at least there was some hope for rescue from this place! A very tiny hope, but hope! Gir was hit by the same beam as Zim, but as a robot, there was no way he'd be changed! HA! The Tallest may have given him an experimental and, admittedly, buggy SIR unit, but sometimes Gir really paid off.
He just hoped that Gir had the smarts not to do anything highly destructive whilst he was in this human hospital.
Zim's now sharp rust brown eyes looked along the ceiling, slowly tracing the boring square-by-square pattern. This was the worst thing to have ever, ever happened to him. He'd rather be turned back into a sausage again than be a human. He bet he stank badly, at least his superior Irken senses had been dulled so that he didn't have to put up with his terrible smell.
There was a sudden knock on the door and the young man froze, his eyes widening. Immediately he screamed out, "GO AWAY! ZIM IS FINE!" His throat hurt immensely but he was glad to hear that he didn't sound any different than in his normal self.
The door opened slowly and the one person Zim really, really didn't want to see at that moment poked his huge head in. Dib. The little... how dare he show up now and gloat over his immense victory to Zim.
Zim wasn't sure how best to respond. He could keep quiet and ignore his enemy, which would probably be the smart thing to do, but Zim was never one for the smart thing.
"DIB!" Zim screeched, throwing the covers from himself and looking right at his young nemesis, his eyes blazing with hate, "LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME!"
The young teen stood at the door, his eyes growing wide in shock. He seemed completely speechless at the sight of the bald human boy before him. "... holy crap."
Dib had changed in the last two years since Zim had arrived on earth, although not by much. He had grown a little taller, enough to start looking down on Zim, which of course Zim hated. His hair was the same, the long scythe-like lock leapt from his head and the rest of his coal black hair. His eyes were still the same golden brown colour, magnified by his circle classes that rested on his upturned nose.
His pale cheeks and chin however were now dotted with light ache as his young body began the process of puberty. His voice had yet to break, but the signs were already there, the occasional dip and awkward sounding sentence.
Dib's trench coat was looking warn with frayed edges around the bottom and a hole in the left pocket and it no longer reached to his heels. He wasn't wearing his blue stoic face t-shirt, rather, he was wearing a black t-shirt with a large stereotypical green faced alien on the front. His boots had changed as his feet had shot up several sizes, now he had a pair of newish looking combat boots which his black jeans were pulled over.
Dib looked for all the world like a young boy on the cusp of his journey to manhood.
"Leave your pathetic gods out of this," Zim hotly replied, pulling the covers back over him, feeling somewhat exposed without them.
Dib moved into the room, shutting the door behind him and moving to the front of the bed, looking over and still speechless at the sight of Zim before him. Finally he looked away and grabbed a chair, pulling it up to the side of Zim's bed, "I can't believe you're still alive. The way you were screaming at Skool... well I thought you were a gonner. I was all ready to throw a party and everything."
"Of course I'm still alive!" Zim replied proudly, even though the anger was still in his voice. If he didn't know that the moment he got out of bed he'd collapse onto the ground like a helpless smeet he'd kick Dib's stupid head in. "Even in this stinking form I'm still an invader, we can withstand the most intense pain."
"Uhhu," Dib chuckled, leaning back on his chair, "Or maybe it was that your human body is tougher than your irken body?"
Zim was now wringing the bed sheets in a manner which he'd like to do to Dib's stupid neck. "Even in this horrible form I can kill you, Dib."
"Personally, I see it as an improvement," The young boy chuckled as he watched Zim fume helplessly from the bed.
"Oh laugh now human," Zim seethed, his teeth gritting together, "But once I'm out of this medical facility I'll go back to my proper form and inflict pain upon you the likes of which your gigantic head has never felt before!"
"My head is not gigantic!" Dib snapped back before relaxing slightly, "Besides, until then, you're going to be a red blooded human! It's going to be an amusing week I think, especially since I get to gloat the whole time."
"... I hate you, human," Zim venomously spat out, "You and your whole stinking pathetic race."
"Hey now," Dib commented with a very sly grin, "You're one of us! Don't be hating on your own race."
"I will NEVER be one of you!" Zim shouted back, his throat aching from the effort but he didn't care, he was furious and that fury was driving him right now, "And I'll kill every last one of you the moment I reverse this stupid condition!"
"Condition?" Dib mused to himself, ignoring the young man's hatred towards him, "Heh, you've got a serious case of the Human Condition."
Zim didn't reply. Right now he had never hated that boy more than he did right now. He turned away from him, going to fold his arms but finding his joints ached, so instead he went back to strangling the bed sheets. "What do you want, pathetic ape?" The former Irken asked slowly, "If you're here to gloat at me than just leave. I am in no mood to be pointed and laughed at."
"And here I was hoping to crack off at least a few more gags," Dib replied quickly, leaning forward, "No, Zim I'm not here to see you, although it is an added bonus," This drew a very hateful look from Zim so he moved on swiftly, "I'm actually here to see Gir." A sudden vicious grin appeared on his face, "I'm drilling him for information on you, he always did like to chat about his 'mastah'."
"WHAT?" Zim screamed instantly, his mind flooding again with questions, the most prominent of which were, "Why is he here? Where is he?"
Dib blinked at Zim, wondering for a moment if he was really being honest or just being stupid before slowly replying, "... he's-"
"WHERE IS HE!" Zim screeched again, earning an exasperated look from Dib.
"He's down the hall." Dib said quickly, "You didn't know he was here?"
"Why would I know? I've been knocked out since, well, since this," and he pointed at his body, "Happened!" He threw off the covers and immediately moved to get out of the bed, "I have to see him!"
He put both feet on the floor and went to stand up, Dib's eyes widening as he did so. Obviously he never expected Zim to feel well enough to get out of the bed. However, it was good he did stand up as Zim instantly wobbled and then stumbled sideways, falling onto his hands and knees.
"AGH!" He cried out, his hands hitting the floor hard and causing sharp pains to shoot through his arms, "CURSED HUMAN LEGS!"
"Can't you walk?" Dib asked curiously. He didn't help Zim, after all, why would he? But he was still interested in why Zim couldn't seem to stand straight.
Zim grabbed the bed and slowly pushed himself back up, supporting himself on wobbly legs. He scowled at himself, "This pathetic body, it's not doing what I want it to do. You humans are horrible legs."
"... I don't think it's that," Dib said thoughtfully, looking at Zim as he sat on the bed and carefully putting his legs back onto the floor. He looked him over again, Irken physiology wasn't so different from the human form, other than a few distinct changes, but Zim had walked fine before, so why was he collapsing now? He looked to Zim's hilariously, in Dib's opinion, bald head and suddenly it came to him. He snapped his fingers and smiled, "You're antennae!"
"What about them?" Zim said simply and with a frown at Dib. He raised a hand to his head before remembering his antennae had vanished before his eyes widened, "... I can't balance with my antennae."
"Interesting!" Dib grinned suddenly, walking to the end of Zim's bed, "I knew you smelt and listened through your antennae, but balance too? I wonder what else they did..."
"DO!" Zim commented harshly, "I'm not going to be staying in this wretched form!" He pushed again on his legs, this time being very careful to look to his feet and hold his arms out. He felt the same wave of dizziness was over him, his vision swimming a little. He stumbled, his arms wobbling at his sides, but he kept on his feet. He smirked in victory, "HA! See how the mighty Zim conquers even this lower form of a body!"
"You can take baby steps, very impressive," Dib replied sarcastically, "Tell me when you're running marathons."
"Shut up," Zim barked, knowing though he was in no position to really say anything. The world around him was still dizzy, but he began slowly taking 'baby steps' as Dib had called them, each one getting slightly more confident than the last.
After about a minute he'd made it to the door and almost fell onto it, grabbing the handle and pulling it open, hanging onto the door to make sure he didn't fall over. Dib stood behind him, grinning and watching the whole time. Zim growled at this and looked over to him, "You know I might not kill you so much if you actually give me some assistance."
"And miss out on the hilarious fun of you getting used to walking? No way," Dib laughed, strolling past him in an almost show-offy manner. "But I will show you to Gir's room, poor guy," His smile dropped, "He's hooked up to all kinds of things right now, he obviously wasn't used to feeling pain."
"Wait, what are you talking about?" Zim blinked at the other boy, "Gir is a robot, he doesn't feel anything."
Dib blinked, his eyes wide as he realised that Zim really had no idea what was going on here. "Oh... crap." He gulped as he looked down the hall, his smile and confidence now gone, "Zim...Gir's like you."
"Gir is nothing like me," Zim replied with what would be a raised eyebrow if he actually had any eyebrows, they had yet to grow onto his face along with his hair. However, he suddenly realised what Dib had meant, the device that had done this to him had hit Gir at the same time... "Oh..." His eyes hardened, "Show me where Gir is now, human, or I swear I'll break your legs and make you crawl there."
"Come on," Dib instantly decided that making fun of Zim wasn't appropriate right now. Sure he hated the irken, or human as he now was, but he didn't hate Gir. Gir was more like an annoying little dog who you couldn't kick.
They moved as fast as they could, Zim keeping a hand firmly on the hospital wall as he followed Dib. He hated this, he hated being at the whim of his enemy, but dammit there was little else he could do right now. He refused to admit defeat of course, the moment they were out of this place he was going to slaughter that boy and his family and every breathing human on this stupid rock they called home.
But right now he had to make sure Gir was alright. He didn't have many allies on this planet and Gir was one of them, to make sure the little robot was okay was to make sure he had a helping hand when needed. Besides, Dib had already done enough damage to his body, he had to make sure Gir was still in fighting condition.
They passed a sign that read 'Intensive Care Unit' and Zim felt a cold chill run over him. The smell of sterilisation and disinfectant washed over the two as they entered the ward. It was the kind of smell that you couldn't ignore and it settled into their lungs as they breathed it in. They could taste bleach on their tongues and still, hidden under it, was always the smell of blood and vomit. Of broken bones, recent surgery and used bandages.
The beds were lined up in a row, each with their own space and each with a curtain hanging on a railing to one side. There were families visiting a few of the beds, others were simply sleeping alone, others were empty entirely which even within Zim set a feeling of deep haunting. He had been in hospitals before, wartime ones, and even the great Invader Zim could not help but feel a sense of cold horror in the pit of his being.
The whole scene sent a deep anger in Zim. This hospital was probably filled with germs and he was probably being infected with so many of them right now. There was little sign of the nurses other than one behind a desk on the other end of the room, and another talking to a patient and writing on a chart.
Why didn't humans take better care of their own? It was just another thing that made him hate this stupid race of violent apes.
"He's there," Dib suddenly announced, pointing to one of the beds and snapping Zim out of his anger.
It was almost surrounded in machines, plugs, wires, tubes, almost like some kind of sick experiment or examination of an unknown species. They hung over his tiny form like great cranes, leading long thin wires into his body, pumping in new, strange substances whilst others took them away.
Zim quickly wobbled over to the bed, Dib following slowly behind. Zim fell forward onto the bed, holding onto it as his vision stabilised again and his eyes looked to the figure resting silently.
His rust brown eyes grew large, but hard and cold. There was a small boy, perhaps no older than nine or ten in earth years. He, like Zim, was bald and hairless and he too was thin in statue. His skin was pale, but strangely, had the undeniable tan that Zim's now had.
It was hard to tell any more than that. The covers were pulled right up to his neck, and his arms, which lay limply at either side, were just the same as the rest of him, however, he had a drip leading to the top of his hand, his mouth was open slightly and one could hear a haggard, wheezing breath coming out of the small boy, probably aided by the pair of tubes going into his small but straight nose.
From under the covers of the bed came several more tubes, probably hooked to various parts of the young boy's body, pumping drugs of all kinds into him.
"Gir..." Zim breathed out, unable to take his eyes away from his once robotic companion. He realised now that whilst he had always been a living creature, one of skin and flesh, Gir had never been 'alive' in a sense of the word. He'd never felt true pain, so when the changes began kicking in, he must have collapsed. How they had found him, Zim didn't know, but it wasn't important.
"I have to get him out of this place," The invader muttered to himself, even as Dib walked up to his side, looking down at Gir with a calm sadness. "I have to get him back to my labs where I can fix him up properly."
"No," Dib spoke quietly but firmly, "He's human now, and this is a human hospital, he's best off here."
"NO!" Zim shouted back, his voice going croaky with the stress as he did, "He's MY robot! I'm taking him back to MY base and getting us BOTH put back to our normal forms!"
"Do you think he'd survive that in the state he is now?" Dib quickly responded, pointing at him as if to emphasise the point, "Look at him, Zim! Hell, look at yourself! You can barely walk, how do you expect to get yourself and Gir out of here and home without collapsing in the street?"
Zim was silent for a moment, knowing inside that the human was right but refusing to allow Dib to win. He couldn't let this stupid, stinking human push him around when he was weak, it wasn't the sign of a true invader to ever submit to the enemy, especially an enemy as repulsive and as disgusting as this one.
"Ma-master?" The silence between the two boys was broken by the sound of a small, weak voice coming from the bed.
The two turned their head to look to Gir, who had been woken by the sound of their arguing. Gir's eyes were barely open, but it was obvious he had wide, almost neon green eyes that seemed to light up his face, as well as a small, weak smile appearing on his lips. He was obviously overjoyed that Dib and Zim were there and he tried to sit up, however, instantly his new body commanded otherwise and he slumped back into the bed.
"Master, I can't get up," His voice was tiny and weak, obviously such a change had deeply hurt him, yet his mind was not able to grasp onto the reality of what had happened to him. "I don't feel well... I feel weird."
Zim frowned down on Gir, however, it was not one off anger, rather, it was the kind of look an officer gives to a wounded soldier who begs to be let out to fight, "Gir, I order you to stay in this bed."
"You look funny," Gir replied with a small, weak giggle, "Like a pig-smelly."
"Yes, I know," Zim gritted his teeth, giving an evil look to a clearly amused Dib before looking back to Gir, "But you do too. We're both pig-smelly's right now, which is why you feel weird."
"Dib!" Gir seemed to have just noticed the black coated young man standing at the end of the bed, his eyes getting wider as they did so, "Dib is here! And he brought his big head!"
Zim grinned at this, Dib didn't.
"Yes, he brought his big, smelly head," Zim commented quickly, looking around at the machines hooked into his little companion. He looked like he'd just been constructed and they'd yet to take away all the fuelling pumps. A machine beeped behind him, another made a strange wheezing sound, it was all so... unnatural, it wasn't right, Gir was not the kind of creature who deserved to be around such cold, clumsy machinery, even if he himself was a clumsy machine.
He had to show Gir however that he was still in charge, that he was going to get them out of this and to show Dib he was fearless, even at this low ebb. "Gir, I'm giving you an order, you are not allowed to leave this bed, do you understand me, Gir? Stay in this bed until I say you can leave."
Gir's look hardened and he tried to raise a hand to his head in salute, but he cried out as he tried to lift his arm and looked pathetically at Zim, "Yes sir."
"Good," Zim tried to look like he wasn't as weak as Gir by standing up straight, although he quickly grabbed a railing to steady himself, "We shall, erm, exploit these humans for all their pathetic care giving before we return back to the base and change ourselves back." A sudden idea hit him and he added, "Consider it an information gathering mission!"
"I like missions!" Gir replied, his look vanishing and being replaced with that joy that was irreplaceably Girish.
"I know you do, that's why I'm giving you one," Zim replied with a tiny hint of annoyance, but mostly, he just felt glad his little robot was still able to follow his orders.
Dib moved over to Gir's side and looked down at him, "Wow... I can't believe this all happened... I mean, it's just incredible."
"My bed smells like washing power," Gir replied simply and with a noticeable droop in his eyelids, "I feel really sleepy."
"Then power down," Zim commanded, "I will be down the hall," He pointed to the door, "That direction. So if you need me, scream until I get here, understand?"
"Yay!" Gir smiled, "Screaming is fun!"
"Yes, Gir, screaming is fun," Zim replied again, his voice cold, commanding, not betraying a lick of emotion for his little ex-robot friend. Dib was silently amazed. He would have thought Zim would have been far more worried about Gir's wellbeing after the way he reacted, but than, he seemed to have applied human emotions to the now human irken. He had to remember that Zim, even with five fingers and a working heart, was still an irken and irkens were selfish parasites who only used others to achieve their own ends.
It was part of why he wanted to drill Gir for info. Gir was selfless, and mindless, he didn't care what happened to him, he just wanted to have fun. Zim on the other hand... Zim was still the monster he had been when he'd arrived on earth and he would always be a monster, no matter what colour his skin was.
"Come on, Zim," Dib said simply, looking at the many hospital instruments that littered Gir's body before turning away, "Let's leave him."
Zim didn't reply to Dib, he didn't even move. He just watched as Gir drifted back off to sleep, the machines around him seemed to be holding him together, or rather, keeping him in the bed. It was as if they were the very ropes tying him to this new, horrible form. His robot, who had served him since the very beginning of this mission, the hardest of all the Invader missions, was now lying helpless in a bed being kept alive by the half assed care and badly put together technology of the enemy they'd been sent to kill.
His eyes moved over to Dib, who stood there so simply, so confident... so tauntingly victorious. All this was his fault, all of it, and he had the sheer gall to stand there and tell him to leave his own servant to recover.
Something inside Zim quietly flipped.
He turned and followed Dib slowly, holding onto the door and keeping a hand close to the wall as he took his babysteps out of the room. By the time he was outside, he stopped and fell against the wall, just under the 'Intensive Care Unit' sign.
He sighed deeply, he hated hospitals for this reason alone, seeing people, not just people in this case but a child, wired up and made into something less than human by the machines designed to keep him alive. Dib loved humanity deeply, but even he had to admit, sometimes their methods of healing were as terrifying as that often deemed unknown and alien.
"Well, at least he's awake now," He spoke simply, putting his hands to the cold wall and looking forward, "And talking, that's good." He wanted for Zim to reply, however, he heard nothing. Turning his head to look at the young man, he asked again, "Zim?"
Zim was indeed looking at him, but instantly the gaze sent a terrible fear through Dib. It was the kind of gaze Zim summoned when he was especially angry with him, he'd seen it only a true handful of times, one of the most memorable was when he'd left him to the demons residing in his mind. That cold, hard, furious rage which always helped remind Dib that whilst Zim was an idiotic psychopath who claimed he was some superior being, he could still harness a rage which was truly animalistic, barbaric and utterly unforgiving.
"Zim," Dib's voice trembled slightly and he raised his hands up slowly in defence, "Zim I didn't know this would happen I-"
The young man yelped as he suddenly felt the full force of Zim's body hit him, knocking him to the floor and almost winding him. He tried to shout, his arms raising to grab onto his attacker, but he felt a pair of hands wrap around his throat, cutting out any possible sound. Zim was surprisingly strong, although how Dib had thought otherwise he didn't know, perhaps Zim's weakened body had fooled him.
"I HATE YOU!" Zim screamed as he pressed his thumbs onto Dib's adams apple, "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO US! I'LL KILL YOU!"
The young man could feel his lungs demanding air and he began to panic slightly, however, he quickly forced himself to get over the shock of Zim's assault and summoned his own anger to throw Zim off him. Again, he was surprised, Zim's grasp was hard, but not unbreakable. One had shove onto his chest quickly sent lightning shocks of pain rushing through the still healing boy, weakening his gasp and making him yelp.
Dib took the opportunity to roll onto his side, pushing Zim off him in the same move. The boy fell to the floor with a thud as Dib almost jumped away, getting back onto his feet quickly and breathing heavily. He didn't take his eyes off his enemy however, again he'd let his guard down around the alien, even as a human he was still as insane as he always had been.
"Damn, Zim!" Dib exclaimed with a slightly wheezy tone, massaging his throat as he did, "Calm down! I didn't mean for all this to happen!"
"LIES!" Zim cried out from the floor, not wanting to get up and wobble about. He felt pathetic, this horrible human body was betraying him at every turn. He couldn't walk, he couldn't fight, no wonder the entire human race was barely past living in piles of mud after several thousand years of evolution. "Horrible stinking LIES! You did this just to hurt me! To hurt Gir! You're trying to make me as debased and as worthless as your entire race!"
Dib didn't know what to say, he'd never really seen Zim this mad at something before, ever. Sure he'd seen Zim mad, furious, insane with rage to the point of blowing up buildings in his anger, but this was... this was something else. He could hear something in his voice. This entire situation had tapped into something dark and buried deep in Zim's psyche and right now, Dib was not prepared to deal with it.
"Look you moron," Dib shouted back as his voice returned to him, "I didn't do this on purpose! I didn't know you'd end up like this, hell I didn't even know what that damn device even did! So don't go blaming me for things that you invented!"
"I never remember inventing that damn cursed thing," Zim growled back, his fingernails scraping the floor, "You brought it to MY base!"
"Look, whatever, alright?" Dib waved a hand at his enemy, "Who did what isn't important right now, you wanna get back to being Irken and, honestly, I'd rather hand you over to the Swollen Eyeballs as an alien than a human."
"HA!" Zim slowly began crawling back up the wall, using two hands to steady himself as he did so, "Like I'm going to let you help me go back to my true form. You can stay as far away from me as possible, Dib stink."
"I don't know if you noticed Zim, but I'm already helping you," Dib slowly let a chuckle form on his face. Even now he couldn't help but be an ass to his enemy, after all, his would surely score him a major advantage in their future battles. "Healthcare in this country isn't free."
"Healthcare in the Empire is free," Zim commented quickly and in a low tone of voice, "So what's your point?"
Dib raised an eyebrow at this odd little bit of information before continuing, "I'm paying for your healthcare here... well, technically my father is paying, but he won't notice the money gone."
"WHAT?" Zim exploded again, his eyes growing wide and then narrowing again in pure rage, "Oh... I see your sneaky plan Dib-monster, you hope to lord this over me as some kind of bargaining chip!"
"Wow, you got something right for once," Dib commented, folding his arms, "Right now you and Gir are in my pocket, literally, so if you want to get better you'll co-operate in telling me certain secrets when you get out of this place. Like saaay... the location of the Massive, or the size of your fleet, or when they'll all get here." He chuckled, moving quickly back and out of Zim's leaping range, not wanting a repeat of what happened a minute ago, "Besides, humans help each other out, we call it charity, from one human to another."
"... I'm going to boil you alive," Zim growled out, his eyes flashing with a terrible anger, even as he inwardly cursed his body for not being able to express his rage at his malevolent benefactor, "I'm going to sell your body to Foodcortia and you'll be served as burgers to random aliens across the galaxy."
"I'm sure I'll taste wonderful," Dib slyly commented, feeling a little disturbed at Zim's threat, but not showing it. Zim was always more talk than action anyway, it was part of why he enjoyed the back and forth between them, the invader always managed to come up with the most ridiculous of threats. "For now, go back to bed, get some rest." Dib turned and almost walked off before pausing and looking back, "Oh, just so you know, humans sleep too. May wanna try that out."
Zim watched in silence as his enemy, who right now even he had to admit had a huge lead on him in their little war, walked away. Turning, he wobbled back to his room, collapsing onto the bed and crawling under the covers, suddenly feeling cold. His eyes were narrow, angry. He wanted vengeance for all of this, for Dib practically crippling him in this way. When he was back to his normal self, he would make Dib an irken and then he'd know the pain of what it was like to be ripped from everything you've ever known, even your own blood.
He curled in his bed, his eyelids feeling heavy as this strange tired feeling swept over him suddenly. Yes, when he was back to normal, he'd make everyone on this horrible worthless rock pay.
Well here it is. The first chapter of the epic return of Sid to . Too long has the front page of the IZ fanfiction been filled with 'MY OC CALLED SPARKLES MCFUNPANTS GOES ON AN ADVENTURE WITH ZIM HURP DURP.' Yeah that's enough of that.
Time to put something epic and awesome and more than 300 words up on this place.
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He laughed and commented, "Looks like we have a convert here."
"He is NOT a convert!" Zim screamed back, shaking a fist at him, "He's a highly trained killing machine!"
Gir waved his arms and cheered, "YAY KILLING MACHINES!"
"See!" Zim folded his arms proudly, "He's a completely unstoppable being of doom."