"Master we're home!" Dib yelled as he opened the door to the base. The alien looked up from his pad as he sat on the couch.

"You are late, Dib-Pet"

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry. I didn't think he would run so fast." The alien blew a raspberry in the air.

"Yes, and think of how long it would have taken you if I HADN'T put a tracker on you when we were kids."

"Oh, yes. You're a genius. Where's Space boy?" The Slave answered in a mildly sarcastic voice.

"Hey! No more of this. Ugh! Just let me see what is so important in that memory chamber." The Dibblet spoke, he was over compensating for his earlier break down. Zim's eyes darkened.

"Dib-Mate, who gave you permission to let others use the memory chamber?" The alien asked, deceptively calm. The human felt a shiver go up his spine from the tone.

"No one, but Master, he's flying off the handle! I mean, more so than I was when I was his age! I was really worried about him."

"That does not concern me, what concerns me is that he will have access to all of my memories and a good portion of yours. Who knows how he could use that information?"

"I just want to go home, away from this false reality, and pretend this is all a dream."

"We could let Little Zim go in with him." Dib suggested. The Owner let out a sigh.

"Fine, Dib-Pet, but you do realize that you will be punished for this. Perhaps I have let you have to many freedoms and as such you have forgotten who is in control." The alien calmly stated as he sauntered closer to his slave. He could see the seriousness in those magenta eyes which swore this would be something he would never forget. His Master had a habit of impeding his rule on the flesh.

"Of course" The older version of Dib stated as he kneeled in front of his Master.

"Younger Me! Take the worm baby to the memory room! Set the date to November 26, 2012." Out of nowhere the smaller alien came out.

"Oh yes! I cannot wait to see the day that the human finally submits to his betters! Come Dib-Stink! We have much to enjoy! Well, you won't enjoy it much, but ZIM WILL!" The alien laughed as he drug away a somewhat resigned enemy.

The memory chamber wasn't anything special in Dib's opinion. It might have been because he was had already had the displeasure of being there before. If only that life had been real or he had ended up in that reality. He should have known that Zim had the ability to use it as a mind manipulation device but earlier the older Irkan had programmed it appropriately and the future Dib had said that his Master hadn't changed it to a false reality. The older two then disappeared and the Dibblet didn't really want to think about what the taller Irkan was doing to his slave right now as punishment.

"Alright Dib-Stink. This is VERY important equipment, which was made by the IRKAN EMPIRE! You will respect it!" The younger alien self importantly spoke as he went to the side of the room to work the controls.

"Whatever Space boy, just show me the memory so we can get out of here and find a way back." Dib said as he sat down in the chair.

"You should know that we aren't going back, Dib-Slave." Zim answered in a sickening saccharine voice. The human opened his mouth to give a retort but his brain had suddenly felt like it had been sent through a portal. His head felt heavy, yet light at the same time. Dib blinked his eyes and was reminded of his previous all too realistic experiences in the memory chamber. He looked around and noticed that he was in front of the High School. The High School was in the same state of disrepair that it had always been. The grass hadn't been mowed. It seemed that he was placed at the back of the High School.

"You're Insane! Look! I got me an insane one!" Dib turned his head to the voice that sounded familiarly like Torque. The bully was leading a large group of children through the field. Dib didn't think he'd be this shocked by seeing himself especially after all the had happened recently. The fifteen year old version of him wasn't all that different from the thirteen year old version.

"I'm not insane! Zim is an alien!" The fifteen year old Dib wheezed through the head lock that the bully was putting him in. The group that surrounded him like a pack of wolves surrounds a prey laughed. Torque pulled his hair, which exposed the paranormal investigator's face.

"Sure, sure, whatever. Hey! What do you say we beat the insanity out of him?" The crowd cheered their approval. The High School student's face took on an ashen sheen.

"But I'm not insane!" The boy moaned. Torque laughed.

The Dibblet noted how much stronger Torque appeared. He could feel Zim's curiosity to see what happens next, a part of his own mind feels fear, resentment, and struggle but he cannot do anything since he is only there to observe.

"I have something special planned for you today." He said darkly as his foot slammed down on the blackly dressed student. A scream of pain and bones breaking echoed through the air. The bullies laughed as they began to join in. Kicks covered the boy's body and the breaks only seemed to make the group more bloodthirsty. Torque shooed the group away and you could see hopeful relief in Dib's face, but only for a second before he was flipped over. His spine was jabbed painfully as the bully brought out a hammer from his backpack and slammed it on the essential skeletal system. The group of kids laughed as the kicking continued.

"That's why you don't flirt with my girlfriend, fag." Torque stated as he flipped Dib over again.

"I was just helping her with her homework." It was a miracle that the alien obsessed boy was still conscious.

"No one believes that! And no one will believe that this isn't an insane boy's suicide." Torque laughed as he pulled out piano wire that had been in his back pocket and pulled the boy (who wasn't even thinking about struggling due to the pain) to the wire fence to the side. The groupies seemed to take delight in his pain as they helped their leader hold him up. Torque tied the paranormal investigator at the throat, and with all of his pain the human couldn't hold himself up.

The group of bullies stood back and stared that the boy as though he was a twisted form of art before laughing and walking away.

The Dibblet was feeling so strange. He knew these thoughts weren't his. He knew these feelings weren't his and he new the body that he was supposedly "in" wasn't his but as he watched the the scene which he knew wasn't his memory his thoughts ran a mile a minute.

He felt rage. Pure, unadulterated rage. How dare they do this to his rival? Those filthy disgusting earth monkeys! Dib-Toy was his! Only he was allowed to do that to him! The Dib was his rival and that meant that if he died by anyone else's hands, he failed to be a decent invader! No this would not do at all! The Dibblet could feel Zim's legs moving as he ran and in front of his enemy and cut the cord off.

There was so much blood and his enemy fell without grace.

"Dib-Stink! Get up!" The alien commanded. The silence was eerie. Dibblet could only feel pure suspense and anticipation. The body that was supposed to be him didn't move. The alien moved his head in confusion.

"Dib-Monkey?" The Irkan pressed his hand to the pulse point and it was silent. No beats no breaths exited the boy before him. A severe sense of danger and possession rose in the alien which the Dibblet "inhabited". It went more on instinct than actual thoughts. Their lips met and the Dibblet could FEEL the searing pain of when the water based saliva met his tongue, but determination held the Irkan through. It felt so creepy to be able to feel the lungs expanding in the unresponsive body under him.

This continued frantically for a few minutes before the paranormal investigator started breathing on his own again. Dib shivered from the burning pain in his mouth before the alien's hand (which he supposed was technically "his") went into his shirt and pulled out a communication device.

"Wooah! Watcha want Cakey!" The insane robot answered.

"Gir. Get the voot cruiser over here immediately. The Dib-Monkey has been injured by someone other than me. This is unacceptable. Hurry!" The alien ordered.

"Oh Nos! Is Mary hurt! Wah! I want tacos to soothe my soul! Ok! I'll be over there!...Now!" The SIR unit said as he waved to his Master from the ship which landed out of nowhere. The alien shook his head in annoyance as he picked up his enemy.

Dib didn't know what to think. He was pretty sure that if he wasn't tied so tightly and technically "inside" the past Zim's head he would be in shock. He could not explain how disturbing it was to see himself murdered and being held by the enemy.

This is part 1 of the past chapters! Thanks to everyone who took the time to review!