Zim lept back, his spiderlegs sliding smoothely from Dib's clothing before grasping the wall and doorway to the kitchen, holding him there as the sythe slashed down and landed inches from Dib's head.
Dib cried out in surprise and rolled to the side, managing to get to his feet quickly before the robot lept at him again, straight towards him like a bullet, arching its arm behind it for another attack.
Is it here to help him!? Dib thought frantically before giving a startled shout and falling backwards onto the couch, the sythe slashing where his head had been seconds before. "Zim! This isn't fair!" he cried, rolling to the side as the sythe tore through the couch cushion.
"It is not doing of mine!" Zim snapped, focusing on the outlined form standing on the remnants of his wall. It stepped down and landed on the ground a foot below, walking without a pause towards him. "Gir!" he called.
Below, in the base, the purple-eyed robot's chestplate flickered cyan. The same bluish color swept over his shoulders and antanae before reaching his eyes. He blinked several times before shaking his head, his antanae quivering. Gir!! His eyes turned red and he salute before tearing the suctions and wires from his body, shutting his chestplate. He forced the test-tube door open and jumped out, running to the tube that led him to the kitchen. He jumped out of the trash can, landing in the doorway to see the advancing robot.
"Gir! Attack mode!"
"Yes, my lord!" the duty-mode robot called obediently, saluting before launching himself at the threat, his left hand changing quickly into a spear, the tip splitting open and folding back like a plant until it started to spin, the makeshift saw a new addition to his weaponry via the upgrade.
The robot before him lifted it's clawed hand and shut the claws over the saw, shifting one leg behind it for a more offensive position. The blades in Girs hand jerked to the side, trying to continue their deathtwirl to no avail. The robot reached out with it's other arm and grasped Girs right wrist, spinning around and throwing the robot at the still in-tact wall. He slammed against it roughly, cracks spiderwebbing up the wall before he fell halfway down only to be caught by the swift-moving robot. It wrapped it's huge claws around Gir's neck, holding him high against the wall and shutting its hand into a death-grip on the robot. Gir thrashed around furiously, his red eyes flashing in rage as he struggled to free himself and fulfill his mission.
"GAH!!" Dib stumbled back and landed on his rump, unable to stand before the robot attacking him stood over him, it's dark eyes flashing red before it stepped forward, forcing him to lean back.
"Sir," it growled, pointing the beginning of the curve of the sythe at him, where his hand might usually be. A simple order, really. Stay. He did as he was generally told, leaning back on his hands to avoid getting sythe'd in the face.
"Are you finished?"
A voice from behind the flames asked coolly. Both robot's eyes flashed bright red before they each called "Sir!" simultaneously.
"Good." A young human boy stepped through the flames, a black trench-coat ruffling in the breeze. His shoulder-length black hair spiked down, the red stripes in it hightlighting against the flames. Bright hazel eyes flashed out from below his hair, his hands deep in his pockets as he stepped over the crumbling wall, walking to the center of the room and glancing around.
Gir thrashed against his captor viciously, unable to do antyhing besides what he was doing. Now though, the robot had grasped his one arm and jerked it down until his entire left side was practically immobile.
The one standing over Dib kept itself so he couldn't stand, letting it's sythed hadn fall to his side. Its curve brought it up behind his head, but no farther.
"Very good."
"Who are you?" Zim demanded, stepping forward on his spiderlegs before dropping to the ground, letting them retract into his pak. They were insistant on demobilizing everyone in the house but him, it seemed. "Why are you in Zim's house!?"
"Because I said I'd come get you, Zim," the boy said, his face changing to one of rage. Zim felt no fear, ready to activate Gir's Defense program to come to his assistance.
"I do not know you!" Zim said, pointing at him.
"Cram it. I told your Tallest that I'd get you, and you're mine now that I've found you. Wasn't as hard as I thought it would be, though," he said, starting to walk around the room. "I was under the impression that Irken invaders were good at hiding." Zim narrowed his ruby eyes menacingly, glaring at the boy.
A human dares speak to his future ruler in such a way, he thought savagely, gripping his fist. He'd soon see to that.
"Kael." The robot holding Gir salute and spun around, slamming Gir into the ground before vanishing into the base with him.
"Gir!" Zim glared at the hole that his robot had vanished through before turning his visions on the intruder.
"Mir, contain him."
"Sir!" The robot standing over Dib jumped off, leaving the human boy free before launching itself at Zim. A spiderleg whipped out and lashed at the robot, only to be grasped in it's hands and torn off like a normal spiders leg. Zim jerked back in shock, unable to do anything before the robot stood directly below him, crouched before grabbing his arm, shoving him against the wall and grabbing his left wrist. A searing burn tore through his skin and he screamed, fire dancing on his wrist before it pulled away, a symbol burned into his skin. A triangle with a circle inside and three triangle's pointing away from it's flat lines.
"Earth-scum!" Zim cried in pain, grasping his wrist painfully as smoke rose lazily from his wound. The robot stepped back, its hand shifting into the form of a gun and pointing at him. He glowered down the barrel before turning to look at the boy standing in the middle of the room. "Who are you?" he hissed furiously, grimacing again.
"Noa," he replied with a slight grin. "Paranormal tracker and wrath seeker. Your Almighty Tallest messed with the wrong human, Zim, and you're the one who's going to pay for it."
"I don't have anything to do with this," Dib said uneasily, having gained his feet and glancing from Zim to Noa. Zims scream had unnerved him, and he didn't want to stay. "Zim is my enemy. His entire race is! Can I--"
"Nope." The boy cut into Dibs sentance midway through and waved a hand. "You can pledge allience to me and serve under me, if you want."
"What do you fight against?" Dib asked, eyeing Noa uncertainly.
"Aliens, ghosts, demons. Anything evil, and anything that messes with me."
"Do you hurt humans?" Dib pressed on.
"If they mess with me, I'll hurt anything."
"I stand for Earth, N...."
"Noa," the boy said, sounding slightly irritated.
"Noa. I fight and stand for Earth, and if you stand against humans then I can't help you." The boy was already shaking his head, sighing quietly.
"Everyone is so cliche these days," he said and waved a hand. The robot in front of Zim (Mir, Zim recalled, that one was Mir), turned, retracting it's gun and walking towards Dib.
"H-hey," Dib said, stepping away from the robot. "I didn't say I would mess with you, Noa. We're practically on the same side! What do you want!?" He was getting more frantic as the threatening robot closed in to him before it stopped and tilted its head to its master.
"...Those who are not Taken are against me," Noa said finally, and Mir turned as though the command had been made. It seemed to vanish, appearing again in front of Dib and wrapping long claws around his chest, jumping up and pushing him against the wall.
"I'll join you!" Dib cried, grabbing his binds and kicking at the alien. "What are you going to do!?"
"Mir," Noa said bitterly. The navy-eyed robot needed no more; it's other hand held up and four claws split open, similar but not identical to Girs plant-blades. They seperated only slightly, leaving the spear-tip somewhat visible as a star formation before starting to spin viciously. It lowered it's arm and pulled back before jabbing it into Dibs stomach. His eyes widened behind his glasses and he opened his mouth, blood choking off his first cry. The whirring blades churned inside of him, rising into his chest before his first scream of agony split the air in the room. Blood poured down onto the couch and tainted the painting behind him, his eyes glazing before another scream had a chance to break his lungs. Mirs claws stopped spinning and it jerked its claws out, blood dripping off their tips. It unlatched its brace, leaning Dib pinned against the wall from the chest up with his stomach churned like cake mix before hopping down onto the ground and shaking blood off its claws as though it had gotten mud on them.
Zim stared in wide-eyed horror at Dibs parody of crucification, the blood the human had leaked permanently staining his couch and painting. None of this went through his mind right then. Nothing did. Just blood. Death. Pain.
And the replay of that agonized scream, playing through his mind over and over, something no ammount of will-power could push from your memories, no ammount of therapy, amnesia, force could erase.
Over and over...