Introducing chapter 4! In this chapter, you read about the story? Exciting, yiss? Hope you all enjoyed the last chapter, and I thank everyone who reviewed!

I don't own Invader Zim, but I own Dizzy - the cute, happy, clingy and annoying irken.

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It was around 11:00 at night. Dizzy was unable to sleep. She stared out the window, at the night sky. Thousands of silver stars dotted behind the few, gray clouds. The full moon glowed. A lovely sight. Dizzy tried to forget about what had occured today, but it was all too real - too painful - to seem like a dream. She was thankful Zim took her in, she'd never be able to fall asleep in her own, lonely house. She refused to talk about what happened yesterday after school, but now that she was in Zim's house, she'd have to tell him what happened.

Dizzy heard footsteps. She quickly shut her eyes. The footsteps came closer, until she knew someone was in the same room as her. Then, she felt a soft, fuzzy fabric fall over her. A blanket. She felt something sit next to her on the couch. She was tempted to open her eyes. Then, she heard a voice. "I know you are awake."

Dizzy carefully opened her eyes. She looked to Zim, who was sitting next to her, looking at her. She quietly sighed. "Thank you for the blanket." She said. Zim nodded. "What happened?" He asked. Dizzy sat up. She sat the ice pack on the floor next to her.

"Before school ended," She said, "I was at the library. An injured teenage boy told me to go outside with him. He looked like he needed help, so I followed. Then..." She stopped. The memory haunted her again. Zim bit his lower lip. Oh yes, he intended to get this boy who had hurt Dizzy.

Zim was surprised when Dizzy scooted herself toward him and hugged him. He was uncomfortable, but didn't push her away. To his surprise, it was kind of enjoyable.

Morning came. Dib prepared himself for school. He grabbed his books, his backpack, his MP3 player, and a razorblade he had unscrewed from his pencil sharpener. He dropped it into his pocket, and slipped out of his house, without a word to anyone. He was careful to avoid his dad, who was in the kitchen drinking coffee and reading the paper. It wasn't like Dr. Membrane to be up so early, so Dib knew his father wanted to talk to him. But Dib didn't want to talk, so he avoided his father. He ran down the side walk, in case his father spotted him through the window. Suddenly, he ran into Zim, who wasn't standing far from Dib's house.

"What's up?" Dib asked, nervously passing his green friend by. Zim ran back up to him.

"Why did you just run away from your house? You are not late to school." Zim asked. Dib stared at him for a moment, thinking of a reply.

"Uhm..."

"Is everything okay?"

That caught Dib by surprise. Zim had never asked such a question. He didn't think Zim would actually care about what happened in his life.

"Uh, yeah, everything's fine." He lied. Zim raised an invisable eyebrow.

"No." He said. "No, it is not. Stop lying to Zim."

Dib panicked. He knew Zim was on to him, and so was Dizzy. He had to change the subject. "Did you find out what happened to Dizzy? Why didn't we see her walk home?"

A hurt expression fileld Zim's face. He looked away. "Someone beat her. I found her bleeding and crying on my doorstep. God knows what else might have happened to her."

A flow of rage and anger filled Dib's soul. Immediately, he knew who it was. Ignoring Zim, he ran through the darkness until he reached the Skool. Once he finally saw him, he nearly toppled over in pain from anxiety. He managed to keep himself up, and ran over to the boy. The boy smiled when he saw Dib coming.

"You've got a pretty girlfriend." The boy said, still smiling. Dib grabbed the boy's neck.

"You'd better stop toying with my friends, or I swear I'll kill you!" He exclaimed. Slight fear entered the boy's eyes. He stopped smiling. "But don't think you're going to get away with this." Dib reached into the pocket, still holding on to the boy's neck, and took out his razor blade. He held it up to show the boy, who now struggled to slip away from Dib's grasp.

"Unfortunately for you," Dib continued, "I've been in a really bad mood lately."

Afterwards, Dib managed to slip away from the skool unnoticed. Leaving the injured, bleeding boy to tend to himself until someone found him.

Zim sat in the cafeteria confused. He knew Dib ran to Skool, then why wasn't he here? Something was going on. He didn't like it. He quickly threw away his food tray and took a walk outside. He became stressed at all of the terrible happenings. Dizzy was hurt... Dib was keeping things from him... His head hurt. As he walked through the Skool yard, curiosity struck him again when he saw that boy again, smoking another cigarette. Zim went towards him.

"You, smoking human," he said, "why do you put such disgusting, dirt filled object in your mouth? Then burn them with fire?"

The boy chuckled. "I told you man, it makes me feel strong. I'm addicted." Zim looked confused, which made the boy smile more.

"Addicted?" Zim asked. "But doesn't being addicted to something mean you have surrendered yourself to it?" The boy shook his head.

"Nah, man, it just means you like it too much to give it up."

"But how could you like that so much? It's disgusting." Zim said, staring at the box of cigarettes. "Doesn't it make you sick or something?"

"At first you might think it's kina gross," The boy said, suddenly staring into space. "But then you just can't stop. That isn't surrendering, ma friend, that's addiction. It's not a bad thing, it makes you feel good."

To Zim's surprise, a hint of temptation struck. His own mind tempted him to take the box. Maybe... maybe just one? Just one. Then I'll stop. No small, disgusting tube of dirt can overpower Zim. He continued to stare at the box. Besides, the smoke - human says it's suppose to make me feel good. Strong. Maybe just one.

Zim took the box. He smiled. Maybe I could even give one to Dizzy, he thought. Maybe this can make her feel better. Like medicene. Zim lit the cigarette and popped it into his mouth. Just one.

On the way home, Zim once again ran into Dib. This time, Zim was determined to know what was going on with Dib. He walked toward him and stood in front of him as Dib sat down on a bench.

"Where were you at school today?" He asked. "What's going on?"

"Nothing." Dib said, staring at his hands. He didn't bother looking at Zim. Zim became angry.

"Stop it!" He yelled, "Zim wants to know the truth! I am sick of hearing your lies! Tell Zim the truth!"

"Just shut up, Zim!" Dib shouted back, still not looking at his friend. "Mind your own business!" Suddenly, Dib quickly looked up at Zim. He smelled something peculiar.

"...What the heck do you have in your mouth?" Dib asked the angry irken. Zim glared at him, but then smiled.

"A stress relieving tube object." Zim answered. "Eh... I mean a cigarette."

"You idiot!" Dib said, standing from his seat. "Take that out of your mouth! Who gave that to you?!"

"Do not call Zim an idiot! And I will not take it from my mouth. It relieves me."

"It destroys you!"

Zim smirked. "Says you, earth stink. I am going to feed one to Dizzy, so she can feel better also." Dib glared at Zim in furiosity.

"If you even come within 50 feet of her while holding a cigarette, I swear I'll-"

"Lie to us even more to keep us from finding out some secret you seem to be keeping? Why don't you take you own advice and mind your own business, Dib worm?"

Dib growled, something Zim would usually do. "It's my business now, Zim. I knew people who smoked, and every last one of them died from lung cancer!"

Zim once again smirked. "I don't have lungs." He said.

"No, but you do have organs. And if you continue to smoke, you'll damage them! And there's no way I'm letting you give cigarettes to Dizzy... no way. I won't allow you to put her life in danger." Dib gave Zim another glare. "I never thought you'd give in to addiction, Zim. It's kind of surprising."

"Addiction is not a loss of self control!" Zim exclaimed. "Addiction is just liking something too much to give it up!"

"Who the heck told you that?!" Dib asked angrily. "Face it, Zim, you've been tricked into smoking cigarettes. Now stop smoking, or you'll never be able to stop!"

"YOU LIE!" Zim shouted. "My stress and worries dissapear when I smoke these dirt filled tubes! I will not give up such a calm state of mind because you just think I should!"

"You know what," Dib sighed, "whatever. Go ahead and kill yourself. But I've had love ones who've died from smoking Zim, and I'd hate to speak at your funeral."

Zim, trying to ignore Dib's comment and not succeding, just gave him a look. "Solve your own problems first, Dib human. If you hadn't lied to your own companions in the first place, I might have listened to you." With that, Zim looked away from Dib and continued down the sidewalk. Dib sighed and sat back down on the bench. He stared at the cloudy skies. He felt terrible about lying to his friends - yes, he said friends - but he couldn't tell them. He just couldn't. Dib knew if he told somebody - anybody - they'd force him to stop. And he couldn't do that. He was addicted. If only Zim knew what kind of danger he was in... Dib knew he couldn't stop his friend now. It was too late. But he knew that after he shouted at Zim, he couldn't possibly give a cigarette to Dizzy. Dib knew he frightened Zim alittle with what he told him. At least he could save Dizzy from this.

Dib picked up his back pack and put his razor blade in his pocket. He had a sprinkle of guilt for shouted at his father the other day, but not enough to tell him the truth.