The Dibblet ran screaming in the streets. He just had to get away from them. Perhaps if he hadn't been in the middle of a nervous breakdown, he could have enjoyed the advanced technology that seemed to be everywhere. He might have thought it a bit odd that they were surrounded by a giant dome, but unfortunately.

He didn't.

The people looked at him strangely as the child ran down the road. If the Dibblet would have been paying attention, he would have noticed the people looking at him strangely with anger and fear in their eyes. He might have noticed a few leaving unexpectedly in their houses and coming out with guns.

Unfortunately he didn't.

The paranormal investigator ran until he was out of breath and couldn't run anymore. He put his hand on the wall of the alley to steady himself. When he looked up he realized that the sky was much clearer than he ever remembered it being. His breath caught when he heard gunshots in the background. At first he didn't think it was anything serious. Gunshots were not good but they were bound to happen from time to time. The cries of the citizens in the dome banning together became white noise to the Dibblet. He had too much on his mind to contemplate.

It was just so sick! He and Zim? They would never be together like that! He would kill himself before he allowed that to happen! He literally had made Cyanide pills in case the good fight became serious and he did become taken as a slave. Maybe that's what happened to his older version? Maybe they were fighting and lost by a fluke that Zim took advantage of, and maybe, in that advantage his older version lost his mind. Dib chose to ignore how happy his older self looked. He just wanted to go home! Maybe he could find something from around here and make a past machine.

The thirteen year old flinched as he heard a loud noise accompanied by many footsteps. He wondered briefly what had happened to get the citizens to group together? Maybe they had developed a primitive defense mechanism against Zim? Somehow he doubted that, people were never as smart as he gave them credit for.

"There he is! I told you!" A loud voice rang out. The paranormal investigator turned to look at the opening of the alley. A cold chill broke over his skin, his stomach churned in that familiar fight or flight response. He could attribute it to all of his years of being bullied. A murmur broke out through the crowd, slowly rising in volume.

"We can take him!" The Leader of the group yelled.

"Are you sure you it's him? I mean, it looks like him but smaller…" One of the people in the group stated. Dib felt his skin prickling as all eyes began to scrutinize him. He now could have a decent idea of how the bugs felt under the microscope. The Leader, an older man with a greying beard spat on the ground, as if something vile was in his mouth.

"What does it matter? Did you forget what they do in that house? I bet the slave of the green devil created thousands of his little mini mes to further control us! I say we unite and show this little trickster that we can't be kept down! We will not bow!" A gunshot rang through the air. The other people shouted their approval. The Dibblet's eyes widened as he took a step back, only to have the back of his head hit the wall. He quickly turned. He knew that he was boxed in but he was hoping that maybe he could find a crack to climb the wall.

He didn't.

The group of people were now charging at him like dumb elephants, very few of the people had guns and the ones who did decided to go along with the pack. The Dibblet took on a fighting stance. He was fully aware that he couldn't beat all of those people but he had to try. He had to protect himself to get home. He HAD to get back to his own time to prevent this from happening. That was his thoughts until he heard clapping. It was such a loud sound that it seemed to be funneled through a megaphone. The people who were now inches away from him all turned dumbly to the sound. Dibblet had never been so grateful to see his future counterpart. His older self had saved him like a knight dressed in black.

Even in the midst of flight or flight the younger human could admit that his older self looked pretty badass. The older version was wearing black gothic baggy pants with a tight fitting black T-Shirt that had a biohazard symbol on it. He wore knee high black combat boots with buckle straps and his signature black trench coat . On his hands were what looked like black fingerless gloves but the fact that they glowed a light green showed that they had a much sinister purpose. Zim's slave smiled, but a deep sadism seemed to hide in those amber-brownish eyes. The Dibblet could hardly believe that he might one day be able to command a presence like that.

"You guys just never learn do you?" The older version of Dib asked cheerfully.

A cold sweat broke over the crowd before a brave face was put on. The Leader was either extremely brave or extremely stupid, the younger Dib couldn't decide which. He leveled the gun to target the slave. Without hesitation the man pulled the trigger. Dibblet held his breath, inwardly cursing the cockiness of the older one. Surely Zim's slave didn't think he could stop a bullet.

It took two seconds to realize that yes, the older one did have the ability to stop bullets. The bullet floated in what looked to be a field that surrounded Dib. A sadistic smile grew to slowly match the laughing eyes, the older version flicked his hand which sent the bullet directly back to the sender. The man stood still for a moment before he collapsed. Dibblet shuddered as the man's forever gazing dead eyes seemed to lock on him. The blood slowly flowed from the bullet wound in the middle of the man's forehead.

The rest was chaos. The others ran, fearing for their own survival. No one was going to stay around after the calm bloodthirsty way that their leader had been dealt with. The older version of Dib stood still, letting the mob of people run away. He scoffed as he walked closer to his younger self.

"Cowards."

"You killed him." Dibblet stated in disbelief. The older one raised an eyebrow, an action that he had inherited from his Master.

"So?"

"So? That's all you have to say!"

"He was going to kill you, plus I'll admit to like watching the worms struggle from time to time." Zim's slave nonchalantly stated.

"Oh God. I become a murderer too! What happened to me! Why do I turn out like this? Huh! Answer me! What happened to all those people we were supposed to help? What happened to us…." The younger human hopelessly yelled as tears gathered in his eyes. The Older version stared at him, understanding filtering through his eyes. He dropped down to his knees so he could look his younger version in the eyes. Dibblet flinched as he felt fingertips wipe away his tears.

"Alright, I'll grant your wish. Follow me back to the base. Zim has a room that plays memories there. I will let you watch the memory from Zim's point of view of the day I decided to give up. I will answer any questions after the memory is finished. I would offer my memory in my point of view but I didn't have a recording bug in me until after I joined Zim." The older one offered. He felt a small bit of sympathy for the younger one. He was being brutally reminded of all that hope he had for the human race that he had shed. He knew this was hard for the younger but he had honestly didn't want to ever see or show that memory again. It took him years of being strictly by Zim's side before he could even face another human without a panic attack. Yet, in that moment he knew he had to do something because his Master was right…..

He looked pathetic when he cried.

I know I usually don't write much at the bottom but I found this ZADR AMV called "ZADR I Like it rough". Just put it in on youtube, I love how Zim looks at 58 seconds. I also think that the song describes their relationship perfectly. It will be the first video that comes up. Anyway, Thanks a ton to all who reviwed! Thank you!