He loathed the moment the scream faded in his mind as well as embraced it thankfully, opening his eyes slowly only to shut them tightly again. A bright light shone down on him, turning the insides of his eyes red instead of black.
"Earth-filth?" he murmured with acid in his voice, cracking his eyes open reluctantly.
"Nice to have you, Zim," a quiet voice spoke. "Isn't it, Gir?"
"Yes, sir," a familiar voice responded. Zim's eyes flew open and he jerked as far as he could, staring at the cyan eyes that stared blankly down at him, empty of all his previous Girness.
"Gir!?" He felt himself deflate as he sank back onto his back, staring disbelievingly at his former robot slave. In the back of his mind, he knew he was in a different room. His wrists were pulled taut on either side of his body by shackles and chains, his legs split apart and held tightly as well. The brace around his neck was gone.
"Pay close attention," the boy said quietly, taking a step forward and for the first time in Zims waking in this place, the light shone on Noa's face, showing Zim the small scratch under his right eye.
"Yes sir," Gir said solemnly, standing next to Zim's metal table, his head tilted to the side ever so slightly to daze down at his former master.
"Gir," Zim whispered weakly, gazing back up at the empty cyan eyes.
"Mir." Noa nodded to his own personal robot. Mir stepped forward on Zim's opposite side, holding up it's left hand. It spun and came out as a needle and syringe, pressing it gently against his chest. Zim jerked in surprise from the cold feel and gasped raggedly, shutting his eyes tightly.
I must be dreaming...
He opened his eyes painfully, looking up at his invasion partner.
Mir pressed the needle against Zim's chest, pushing it slowly through his skin. He shut his eyes tightly, biting back his wimpers. Blue inaded his vision, pushing the red aside. His heartbeat quickened and his breath came in shallow, quick gasps as he retained his terror.
Girs cyan eyes lifted a bit was he watched his former master twitch from the injection. He knew when the tip reached his heart even before Mir pushed the liquid inside. Zims body jerked to the side, his shackled wrist stopping much more movements. The needle gave slightly before snapping. Zim cried out quietly, struggling to retain his vocalizations. Gir watched, his emptiness slowly fading. M...master, he thought incoherently.
No. Noa is my matser, a darker voice said. A duty-mode voice that wasn't his own. It was Noas duty-mode.
No! Zim is my master, a frightened Gir shouted back, cowering slightly within his own mind.
A scream from outside made both his concoius minds snap back to their vision as Zims body writhed on the table.
Fire raced through his veins as he arched his back, screaming in agony.
"And this is only preperation," Noa said with a broad, evil grin on his face.
Zim! Gir wailed.

We serve Noa! the darker Gir snarled, grasping his weaker form and pulling him to his feet.
No! My master! the younger-sounding robot cried. His cyan eyes stared up at the blood red ones glaring above him. My master! Our master!
The red eyes flashed uncertainly before returning to their cold heartlessness. No. Noa is our master. He has--
Zim is our master! Gir wept, curling into himself. He hugged his legs to his chest, crying loudly. The red eyes flashed ucnertainty again, staring down at his tantrum-throwing double. His brother. His self.
He remained silent, watching the robot cry, an impossible feat anywhere but in it's own mind. A popcan floated by, the black and purple swirls that made up their world shifting lazily as usual. A red ball floated in the distance, a disembodied and familiar eye turning in the air. The red-eyed form followed it with his gaze slowly before reaching out and grasping at it. His hand phased right through it, as though it were an illusion. He stared at it disbelievingly before looking down at his hand with bewildered wonder.
The cyan-eyed conciousness looked up tearfully as the eye drifted slowly past him. He reached out tentatively, closing his hand around it easily. His red-eyed self stared in silent shock as he pulled it closer, inspecting it.
...Our disguise, the cyan-eyed form whispered quietly before standing, thrusting the eye in front of his other self. Our disguise! he cried, watching his other desperately. Remember? Please... Remember!!

"Gir!"
"Master!!"
Gir's red eyes flashed bright cyan before he spun around, grabbing Noa around the throat. His eyes widened in bewilderment before he was thrown back into Kael, toppling them both over. Zim lay semi-concious on the table, breathing heavily, his eyes lidded softly. Mir jumped onto the table, absently careful not to step on Zim, and summoned up it's sythe, rising it above it's head to strike down the attacker it was as a traitor. Gir spun around, whipping his right arm up. A gun was already in his hands place and it shot Mirs chestplate, sending it flying against the wall. It's eyes flickered weakly before it slid down the wall, its glows all turning black. Gir spun to the table and leaned on it, staring fretfully and frantically down at his master. "Master!" he cried, staring at Zim.
Zim opened his ruby eyes slowly, his vision wavering. Gir focused slowly, his worried face looming above him.
"...Gi...gir?" he whispered, his throat raw. Girs face flashed with mad joy before his entire body jerked. A huge claw ripped through his chest and he choked quietly. His eyes narrowed and turned red before he grabbed it, bending it slowly until it snapped. Kael let out a mechanical howl before jerking it's claw back, reaching to grab Gir with his other hand. Gir spun around, catching the hand and twisting it off at the shoulder, jerking it back to sever the wires. Kaels red eyes widened in disbelief, or the robot equivelant, before Gir stood in front of him him quickly, jabbing his pointed claws into the robots chest. Kael's eyes spun before replaying streams of data then turning black. It's body slumped and Gir dropped it's limp form before his eyes turned cyan again and he spun around to his master. He brought his claws down swiftly, severing the shackles on Zim's wrists.
"Gir!" Zim exclaimed, sitting up quickly. His robot slashed the shackles on his ankles quickly. Zim barely had time to swing his legs over the side before Gir was on him, his arms wrapped around his master.
"Master, it was... make it go away," he wailed. Zims eyes were wide as he looked down at his slave, bewildered. Gir wept quietly in his shoulder as he sat motionlessly, staring at the downed form of Kael, its empty eyes staring at the roof. He expected it to leap up at any moment and skewer him and his slave together. It didn't.
Gir pulled away, his cyan eyes huge and terrified. "Please master. I don't... I don't want two. Of me. I want to... I want me. Just to me. Not him... Not me. Only me..."
Zim stared at his slave silently, listening. This made no sense to him. But...
"Come on," Zeim said shakily, sliding off the table. "We're leaving."
Gir sniffled, nodding quietly. He quickly leaned up against Zim, keeping him steady as they walked towards the doorway.
"Zim."
The Irken invader stiffened before cringing at the voice. His eyes widened in terror as he turned slowly to face the shadows of the room. A pair of eyes opened silently before their form stepped out, his black trench-coat and black hair with spike all too much for Zim to bear, but no other choices presented themselves to him. His glasses reflected the light, making his eyes invisible.
The aliens voice wavered uneasily when he spoke, not bothering to try and cover it.
"Dib..."