After having had a little meetup (that was definitely not a date ;D), it was decided that Dib was allowed to come over to help with building the Tallest Tracker. The question is, how is Zim going to react to having someone stay in his home?
It was almost with a pleasant hum that Dib strutted down the street, the sun high in the sky and shining down on the dry sidewalk and road. It was a rare sight to see Dib so chipper, but it seemed his little meeting with Zim had improved his mood quite a bit.
It also helped that now Dib could help Zim without needing to break the law or put himself in bodily harm, which was a plus. Everything that was left to do was rather boring compared to what the two had been doing for a while. Not that he would really classify working with alien technology as boring. Still, it was something much more simple compared to breaking into government warehouses or exhibitions. Now all he needed to do was come over to Zim's house the next day and they would start building the tracker. Besides that, they hadn't talked too much about the subject. Dib had assumed Zim would have boasted about finally being able to leave Earth and everything behind. But instead, they just talked about random things and what they had done in the past. Not that he complained. It was that small talk that had somehow managed to make him feel so light-headed and carefree.
He continued down the street happily, until he finally reached his house. Without much thought, he opened the door and closed it behind him.
"Hello, son!" A powerful, but fatherly voice called out, which almost made Dib jump in surprise.
When he turned around, he looked down the hall and saw his very own father standing there. As always, his labcoat covered most of his face, but his eyebrows inexplicitly conveyed the joy the man felt, seeing his son again.
"D-dad! I'm…so happy to see you…" Dib muttered nervously, having hoped he could have avoided his father a little longer. He still wasn't sure how to explain what had happened at the exhibition, and all the cards were off if his father had recognized him when he and Zim came down with the elevator. But most of his fears were kept under control, as it seemed clear his father was in his usual optimistic mood.
"Me too! My, I haven't seen you since that little event! It certainly got interesting at the end, didn't it?"
"It sure did! Um…maybe a bit of a random question, but, how much do you remember, exactly?" He asked, wincing a bit at his awkward sentence.
"In truth, not much! Don't tell anyone, but I found it a bit tedious. All those magnificent works of science, and yet, not enough SCIENCE! Just a bunch of social talk and business deals. I swear if it hadn't been for that INCIDENTAL power shortage, why, I might just have left on my own accord! N-not without telling you, of course!" Dr. Membrane explained, showing a clear disinterest in the ordeal.
"But that reminds me, I got such an AWFUL scare when I couldn't find you!" He then explained, sending a cold shiver down Dib's back.
"Oh, yeah, I-I can explain-"
"BUT THEN, I remembered, that you're my crazy, but driven, son! And if anyone could take care of themself, then it would be you! So I calmed down a bit after remembering that."
"...Thanks, I guess," Dib muttered though he did genuinely feel a bit of pride hearing that.
"Still, it's a shame that those two GOOD FOR NOTHING thieves weren't caught! It's a crime how such injustice can go unpunished! Don't you think so too?"
"Yep…"
"Well, that was all I wanted to say. See you later son!"
"Wait, Dad!" Dib exclaimed, just as his father was about to turn away.
"Hm?" Mumbled Dr. Membrane, looking back at his son with a puzzled look.
"There was actually something I wanted to mention," Dib stated, feeling a knot tie itself in his stomach. He wasn't sure why he suddenly felt so nervous.
"I'm, actually going away tomorrow-OR NOT AWAY, um…" He continued, with drops of sweat falling from his brow. "I have an… arrangement, with a friend tomorrow-"
"OH, is it that nice boy with the skin condition?"
"*Sigh* Yes, it's the one with the skin condition," Dib said, having been unable to hold back his sigh.
"Well, that's great! I'm so happy to hear you're doing something with your friend!" Dr. Membrane mentioned, before walking over to Dib. Before he could object, his father placed his heavy, black rubber-covered hand on his shoulder in a comforting manner.
"I must be honest with you son. Sometimes I've been worried you're not making enough connections in life. It's important to surround yourselves with people that care about you!"
Says the man who's barely home with his family. Dib thought to himself, though he managed to keep his eyes from rolling.
"But I can see that worry is unfounded, now that you have been more together with that friend of yours, and now even that nice girl you had with you at the exhibition!" His father stated. "I would like to meet her myself when I get the chance!"
"I'll…try and see what I can do," Dib promised, though he still had a hard time taking the whole Zimareila thing seriously. "So, yeah, I'll be going tomorrow, and I'm not sure when I'll be back. That's…okay?"
"Of course! I hope you two have fun!"
That was the last thing he said before he left to do his usual science stuff. Dib was relieved to know that the whole exhibition thing had gone smoothly and that he wouldn't need to worry about his father finding out. He was honestly surprised that he had been so lucky. Still, he was more surprised about how he reacted to telling his dad that he was going over to Zim's house. He guessed it was because he rarely told his dad about his personal life, even less what he did with his 'friend'. But with that out of the way, he could go through the rest of the day, being excited for tomorrow.
The rest of the day went as normal, with him and Gaz eating silently at the dinner table before going back to doing their own thing. But as the night came, Dib found it hard to sleep. He couldn't help but wonder how it was going to go over at Zim's. But most of all, as the creeping dark filled the room and his mind, the less than joyful thoughts came to him. Soon enough his mind would focus on the fact that once he had helped Zim, then that would be it. He would leave Earth, and not come back again. Well, that was always up for debate, but Dib had become pretty sure that Zim's leaders were rather uninterested in Earth. Something he wasn't if he should be thankful for or offended over. But for some reason, that mattered less than the idea that Zim would be gone. He couldn't even deny it anymore, he didn't want that annoying green insect to leave, and most of all, leave him behind. Never had there been anyone Dib had such a long relationship with. Even if they spent most of that time as enemies rather than friends. A part of him considered asking Zim to stay, and some other, more extreme parts, wished to sabotage Zim's plan to build the tracker. But he felt he was beyond that now. He had come so far to help Zim, and to throw it all away would not only offend Zim but might ruin whatever they had built together. There was no denying it. He couldn't back out now, and it was too late to stop Zim. He would leave, and it would probably be the best for the whole world. But not for Dib.
He turned restlessly in his bed, before laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling. His eyes were almost hollow and his face sunken into an empty expression. He only smiled when he remembered those last adventures with Zim. The robbery at the exhibition and the intrusion on secret government property. Their standoff at the junkyard. That time they went to the prom together, and the time Zim helped celebrate his birthday. That time they were together at Dib's secret spot. Suddenly, it was as if those smaller, practically insignificant things seemed to be the best memories he had. He remembered the banter, the laughs, the awkwardness, as they both had to accept they didn't completely despise each other anymore. Thinking back, those times had been the best of his life. And all they had in common, was Zim, as strange as that was.
Dib started to feel a strange longing in his chest as if some part of him wanted to break free. To be free and come out in the light for all to see. But he couldn't, not yet. Maybe never, if the next few days would go as he and Zim had planned. After all, if Zim left, that feeling that had become so strong would be for nothing, anyway. With that, Dib closed his eyes and let the quiet night take over from there.
He didn't get much sleep though.
The next day Dib made a short farewell to Gaz, telling her quickly he was going to stay over at Zim's so they could look at some alien technology. She bought it surprisingly easily and called them nerds before she told him to have fun. For some reason, he felt that while she probably didn't know what was actually going on, she most likely had her own interpretation of what they were going to do over there. Perhaps it was the more-than-usual sly smile she gave him or the snicker she had while saying goodbye. He wasn't sure.
With heavy feet, he walked across the streets until he reached the area where Zim lived, a place he could recognize from a mile away. While he was weighed down by tiredness, he was being kept afloat by a strange excitement in his gut. He didn't get it, he was just going to stay over at Zim's for the night…something he had never done before. And something he had imagined would involve being strapped down on an interrogation chair. But there he was, doing it willingly and so far, without the prospect of bodily harm.
He stood in front of Zim's door, still separated by that garden of gnomes he had come to both despise and fear. With a heavy breath, he took the first step, and after that, he could usually manage to walk across. Though he only started breathing when he was on the other side. There he stood at the front door and felt his heart sink.
Come on Dib, it's just a doorbell…
Slowly, he guided his shaking finger up to the doorbell and pressed.
He gulped as he heard the sound ringing through the house before it subsided. But nothing happened.
Once again he pressed the button, a little less dramatically. Still, nothing happened.
" IT'S UNLOCKED YOU BIG-HEADED WORM!" A very distinct and very familiar voice to Dib called out from the other side.
Sighing with defeat, he grabbed the doorknob and opened the door.
The sight that met him wasn't entirely unfamiliar. It hadn't been the first time he had seen Zim's house being a complete mess, though it usually involved more food and trash. This time, however, the floor was covered in all kinds of metals, coils, and circuits. Some of it Dib could recognize as being from Earth. Some were completely foreign and looked like something out of a bad horror movie about aliens. Though a good deal sat in the middle ground, clearly made by resources from Earth and with a human design, while still not looking like anything he had seen before. Except maybe in his father's laboratory. He guessed that was the stuff they had stolen from the warehouse and exhibition. Dotted around were also a few blueprints and a quick look would reveal that it seemed to depict a radar of some kind.
And right past the sofa, sat no one other than Zim on the floor, surrounded by components and plans, with his back toward the human. In front of him stood the skeletal tower of something that could at some point probably have been a radar or miniature signal tower. But now all there was left was the metal chassis, which was over three meters tall, almost reaching the ceiling. The alien kept ignoring Dib's presence, continuing to fidget with whatever tech he had in his hands.
"Um, I would say the place looks nice if it wasn't for the fact it looks like a junkyard," Dib commented while looking at the mess, hoping to spark some conversation with the alien.
"I'll have you know that EVERYTHING HERE is perfectly sorted and EXACTLY where I want it to be!" Zim replied with a certain tone, that perfectly balanced the line between arrogance and stupidity.
"Sure…" Dib said half-heartedly, before trying to walk across the floor without stepping on something.
"If you could keep your disgusting foot-worms from breaking anything, that would be great." The alien mentioned, with very little optimism.
"Of course I'm not gonna step on-!"
He was interrupted by a very loud crack, as he felt his shoe crush something under it. Dib looked down with a slightly horrified expression, only to hear the sound of Zim snickering.
"That wasn't me!" Declared Dib, but Zim didn't seem to listen, fully content with having fun at his expense.
"Besides, it's your fault for keeping the place so messy! You can barely see the floor. Seriously you could lose anything and not…wait, where's GIR?" Dib said, having noticed a distinct lack of incoherent yelling and high-pitched sounds.
"GIR? Oh, he's somewhere on the floor. I lost track of him five hours ago."
"Five hours? Then how are you even sure he's-"
Dib stopped mid-sentence, when he felt something heavy, stick to his leg. He lifted it up, revealing a certain robot clinging to his shin.
"HELLO!" Exclaimed the excited robot with a big smile.
"Hey GIR, whatcha doing?"
"SWIMMING." He replied, before letting go and jumping back onto the floor. He then started moving his arms and legs like a swimmer, slowly moving along, while sinking beneath the piles of technological components.
"DO de DO de DO!" GIR sang, before seemingly disappearing from view.
"...Okay," Dib said, before turning his attention back to Zim. He managed to walk the rest of the way without incident, and once by the alien's side, he pushed some aside and sat next to him.
"So…this is new." He stated when the alien didn't start talking.
"What is?"
"This. Letting me stay over at your secret base? You know, the secret base I've known for years, and that you still act like is the best well-kept secret in the world?"
"I'll have you know Dib-worm, this is an act of UTTER desperation, that I have only agreed to because it's the most efficient way to reach my even MORE utterly important goal! So don't get it twisted."
" Ahh, but I thought you liked me?" Dib replied with a teasing tone, which made the alien scoff.
"Please, don't delude yourself with moronic fantasies Dib-thing."
The conversation could have ended there without a problem, but Zim suddenly felt grabbed by something and cleared his throat with a nervous cough.
"Though…you MAY consider it a gift for the fact you let Zim into your own base of operations," Zim commented with a sheepish voice.
Dib was taken aback, but not enough so he couldn't respond.
"I would have thought you despised having to stay at a human's home for a night."
"Oh, I DID! But, in truth, after our last missions together, I've come to see that you truly mean to help Zim. This means, and brace yourself for this human, for it may cause your brain to explode, YOU HAVE EARNED ZIM'S TRUST TO BELIEVE IN YOUR LOYALTY TO ME!" The alien declared with such sanctity and reverence that Dib believed the only proper response Zim expected was for him to get on his knees and cry happy tears. However, once he saw past Zim's usual exaggerations, he could see that there maybe was something heartfelt in his words.
"You believe, that I'm, loyal?" Dib asked slowly, trying to gauge what Zim meant by that.
"Yes, truly incomprehensible, I am understanding if your feeble monkey brain can't understand the severity of such a statement," Zim explained with a strange sense of pride, as though he was congratulating a student graduating from the school of 'Worshipping Zim'. "And so, that means some of your questionable actions in the past can be seen differently. Such as the dreaded 'sleepover'! Now I can see that it maybe wasn't an attempt to murder Zim."
He stared expectantly at Dib but seemed confused at the human's reaction. Or rather, his lack of one.
"Why aren't you jumping in joy?" He asked, with a sincere puzzled look.
"I'm just…trying to figure out what it means you think I'm loyal."
"ISN'T IS OBVOIUS?!" Zim angrily exclaimed. "IT MEANS THAT I'M WILLING TO THINK YOUR EVERY ACTION ISN'T MEANT TO CAUSE ZIM'S DOWNFALL!"
"So…you mean you trust me now?" Dib asked, causing Zim's frustration to instantly disappear and be replaced with a look like a cornered animal.
"I-I'M FAR FROM TRUSTING YOU COMPLETELY!" He answered dismissively, deliberately turning his face so he wouldn't have to face Dib. But as he did, a realization fell over him that caused him to quiet down.
"But…you're probably the one I trust the most."
Those words were enough to make Dib almost fall back, and a sense of panic entered him, that he had to suppress.
"You…you mean that?" He asked, almost subconsciously wishing to hear a precise reply from Zim. But while he didn't get that, he knew Zim well enough so that when he saw the embarrassed and irritated look on his face, he knew his answer.
"Except the Tallest, of course, but I will always trust them completely," Zim said after a moment, with a slight hollowness in his voice.
"W-well, that makes sense," Dib replied with a nervous tone, which he hoped Zim didn't notice. Especially not the light blush that followed afterward. He was surprised at how much those words meant to him. But he guessed he understood better than anyone how hard it was to gain the trust of someone like Zim. And if Zim was willing to trust him, then maybe he wouldn't be too opposed to other things…
He quickly shook those thoughts away and focused on other things. After all, it hadn't just been for the pleasure of seeing Zim again that he had come.
"So, where do we start?"
"Eh? Oh, yes, that." Zim said, turning to look at the tech he had been fiddling with. "I hope you understand why I started without you. It would be a waste that we hadn't made any progress in the case you screw up, human-worm."
"Why do you think I would screw up?" The human asked, slightly miffed.
The alien turned to look at him with squinted eyes.
"Is that a trick question?"
"Ha. Ha. Ha-GIVE ME THAT!" Dib exclaimed before grabbing the deceive out of Zim's hands, which consisted of sparse Irken components connected to human technology. The alien of course objected, but Dib had long since discovered the trick to dealing with a displeased Zim: ignoring him.
He studied it for a moment, getting a feeling for its contents before looking at one of the many blueprints strewn about, until he found something that resembled it.
"Okay, so this is supposed to go there right?" He asked.
"Yes…IF YOU WERE A IDIOT!" Zim exclaimed, taking his turn ripping the device out of someone's hands.
"It goes THERE!" He said, pointing at a blueprint with a component that was an almost exact copy of the one Dib had found.'
"Oh yeah, maybe I would have realized it if anyone but you COULD READ THOSE DAMN-"
Dib managed to stop himself before saying something harsh and took a deep breath instead and collected himself. He reminded himself he had come to help Zim, not to argue. No matter how much he wanted to.
"Alright then, expert, why don't you tell me what I CAN do then?!"
It seemed Dib's flawed attempt at diplomacy caught the alien off-guard, as he found himself questioning what exactly to say. Zim then turned to his schematics and looked them through with a critical expression, as if genuinely trying to find something that Dib wouldn't manage to blow himself up with. Which the human wasn't sure to find insulting or endearing.
" This. You can do this, and hopefully not kill your feeble wormy-body in the attempt." He explained, before handing Dib a schematic. "This part only requires very few Irken components, so you should be able to figure it out if you can at least see with your squishy eyeballs."
Dib folded it out and eyed it suspiciously, but it seemed that Zim was telling the truth. But just as he was about to say something, he felt something grab onto the paper. He looked and saw it was Zim, who stared at him with a smug grin.
"Oh WAIT! Your eyeballs don't work, I forgot! Better give that back Dib-stink."
He frowned and ripped the paper away, while Zim still smiled and giggled as if he had made the funniest joke in the world.
It was a rather fitting start, as they began working on their task. Dib had built the odd thing here and there and wasn't too worried about his work. Zim on the other hand was an
ever-judging eye, that wouldn't let him go five minutes without looking over his work. But as time passed, it seemed the alien had to begrudgingly accept that Dib somewhat knew what he was doing. From then on things went more smoothly, and Dib took the time to admire how good Zim was at this sort of thing. He didn't have that much to compare him to, but he wouldn't be surprised if Zim was a good engineer by Irken standards. Even if he was an idiot. But he was his idiot.
The hours went by, and soon Dib started to feel his fingers going numb. The sun had been down for some time at that point, and the only light was a few work lamps that were dotted around the floor, shining with a bluish light. He had tried his best to keep his head high, but in the end, he had to accept the inevitable truth: he was tired as all hell. Something his lack of good sleep from the previous night did little to help with. Dib didn't want to give in to his tiredness, and even less show it to Zim. But he could barely keep his eyes open, and soon enough things started falling out of his hands by themself. It was when he almost fell asleep in the middle of wiring two devices together, that he knew he couldn't go on any longer.
"H…h…hey Zim?" He muttered, his voice shaking and always on the edge of yawning.
"What?" Zim replied, as always, not affected by any concept such as tiredness or sleepiness.
"Can…can we take a break?" Dib asked, almost with a pleading tone.
"HAH! Good one Dib-thing!" The alien answered back, and the human couldn't help but groan.
"Seriously, I don't think I can work anymore…or even keep my eyes open."
"Don't tell me you've already fallen prey to your sickly need for sleep!" Zim scoffed, looking over at the tired Dib.
"Yeah sorry, but I DO need sleep, and it IS the middle of the night..."
"Nonsense, you can take it! There will be no break." Zim replied without much sympathy and continued with his work.
Meanwhile, Dib disregarded Zim's statement and with shaky legs, stood up from the messy floor.
"What are you doing?!"
"Calm down, I'm not going to sleep!" Dib uttered back, before balancing his way over to the couch, where he pushed off all the devices and components. "I'm just gonna…take a short rest, that's all!"
"NO, you're not!" Screamed Zim, but it was already too late. He watched helplessly as Dib defiantly laid down, not breaking his eye contact with the alien.
"See? Just taking…a short…"
"Dib? Diiiiiiib?"
"*Snore*..."
Zim watched with a disgruntled look, as the human fell to the temptation of sleep and disappeared into his subconscious.
" Ugh. Humans." He muttered with a disgusted tone. He stood up from the floor and walked over to sleeping Dib.
Looking down on him, he couldn't help but think how helpless he looked.
There you are, Dib-worm, laying there with your stupidly squishy face. All nice and comfy. No worries about Zim. The alien started thinking to himself, as Dib kept snoring.
All defenseless. No idea what's going on around you.
Suddenly, Zim started to feel restless.
Anything could happen.
He felt something tingle in his claws, and almost without thought, he started to raise them.
Zim could do anything, and you wouldn't know.
He kept raising his claws and started to point them at the human's weak spots, including his neck and stomach.
You're in my territory and you're laying there, as if nothing could hurt you.
He started to grind his teeth together and prepared himself.
But I'll show you!
With enough anticipation to feel like he was exploding, Zim took a deep breath and prepared himself. His eyes were locked on to Dib. He continued to prepare. His eyes ended up looking at Dib's peaceful but not very charming expression, his mouth agape and spit collecting in the corner of his mouth. He prepared some more. For a moment, he could swear he saw the human smiling. But then he realized it was a memory. One he held very dear. He still prepared…
In the end, all the air in him got expelled, and like a flat balloon, he deflated and fell on his knees in front of the couch.
"I can't do it…I can't do it?" He repeated with a surprised tone. "He's right there and I can't…"
Zim's voice trailed off as he suddenly felt sick and exhausted. At first, he thought it was from his willpower trying to keep him from striking Dib. But then he realized it was the opposite, that the preparation had taken all his strength and when let go, had left him with nothing. He couldn't understand why, but he quite literally couldn't get himself to hurt Dib.
" Why?" He asked Dib almost pleadingly, but no answer came. In the end, he placed his elbow on the couch and rested his head on his fist, while staring with a searching look at the human. It was as if he was trying to find his answer by studying Dib's face.
"Don't I want you gone? After all the times you foiled my genius plans, all the times you stood in my way, like an annoying pest toward a giant! It's what I'm supposed to do, it's what my Tallest-"
His voice suddenly cut off and he couldn't get the rest of the words out. He sighed once more and continued to look at the sleeping Dib's face. He wasn't quite sure why, but it pleased him. Much more than he thought was theoretically possible.
Zim continued to do that until he got bored.
"You're lucky I like looking at your stupid, oversized head." He whispered, without the usual animosity.
He stood up and started to remember something from one of the many human entertainment shows he had watched.
"What was it…AH!" Zim exclaimed before quickly leaving the living room and Dib behind. When he returned, it was with a large, red sheet in his hands. Though it could also have been a carpet, Zim didn't see much difference, and neither did he care.
It was with a bit of hesitation he walked back to the couch. As if unsure of what he was doing, he spread the sheet before throwing it into the air. Sure enough, it came down and landed on top of Dib. However, the sheet covered only half of his body, including his face. The spit from his mouth started to form a wet patch on it. Zim couldn't for the life of him understand why anyone would do something like that, but he guessed there was some kind of stupid, obscure human symbolism he wasn't getting. Still, he hoped the human would appreciate the gesture.
With that the alien went back to work, continuing throughout the night, though only rarely leaving Dib's side.
When morning came, Dib was surprised to realize half his sight was blocked. And that something wet was touching up against his face. He fumbled a bit in the morning light, before remembering last night
"...Guess it was a little more than a short rest," Dib muttered to himself, as he finally managed to raise himself and push away the red sheet. He looked down at the blanket with surprise, not remembering covering himself with it. Then the thought struck him that it might have been Zim.
"Huh, that's strangely sweet of him." He said, a small blush growing on his face.
The human managed to gather the strength to stand up, and as he did, he realized he was alone.
"Where is that green bug?"
" HE'S IN ONE OF THE UNDERGROUND LEVELS." A menacing, robotic voice called out, in a way that both sounded close and far away.
Dib screamed for a moment and fell back onto the couch before he calmed himself.
"You could have warned me!" He angrily commented, before his heart started to slow down again.
" I SEE YOU'RE AWAKE, HUMAN. PLEASE, DO ME THE FAVOR AND DON'T GET TO MANY OF YOUR GERMS ON THE COUCH. I'M THE ONE CLEANING IT." The voice continued.
"I'll try?"
" I HOPE SO." Replied the voice, uncaringly.
"So, he's in the basement levels of his house? Can I go see him-"
" NO." The computer stated firmly, interrupting him.
"Oh, then, when does he come back?"
" DON'T KNOW."
"...You're saying I just have to stay here and wait until he comes back."
" YOU CAN ALWAYS LEAVE."
"Really?"
" NO, MY MASTER MADE IT CLEAR ANYONE LEAVING WITHOUT HIS PERMISSION WOULD BE USED AS FERTILIZER FOR THE LAWN."
"Great. Just great." Dib muttered, leaning back on the couch, preparing for a long wait. As he did, he looked down at his feet and saw that the floor was much less messy than before. His eyes followed the empty space, all the way back to the radar, which seemed to be almost finished.
"Huh, guess he worked on it during the night." He said, before subconsciously looking down at the sheet. Without much thought, he grabbed it and pulled it around him, snuggling in.
"Might as well get comfortable."
He sat and waited for a few minutes, but boredom quickly started to set in. Even GIR was nowhere to be seen, so he couldn't even be entertained by that little piece of erratic, chaotic metal. The living room itself he had seen for so many years, though mostly from through the windows. The only notable thing was the radar itself, which stuck out like a sore thumb. He couldn't help but think it looked too big for something as essential as a tracking device for the Irken leaders.
"You would think that it would be smaller."
" WHAT?" Asked the computer, who Dib had counted on to still be listening.
"The Tallest Tracker. I just thought it would be smaller."
"... THAT IS NOT A DESIGNATED TALLEST TRACKER." The voice explained, and it took Dib a moment to realize what he had just been told.
"It-it's not?!" Dib asked, his voice filled with confusion and the volume growing with each word. "But…I thought Zim was going to use this to find his Tallest, to get back to them as he was ordered to!"
" IT IS CABALE OF TRACKING THE TALLEST. THAT PART IS NOT WRONG…" The computer explained, and even though there wasn't any sound at all, Dib could practically feel the 'but' that was soon to follow.
"... BUT YOUR INFORMATION REGARDING MASTER ZIM'S ORDERS, IS INCORRECT."
"...In what way, incorrect?"
".. .PERHAPS IT WOULD BE EASIER TO JUST SHOW YOU." The computer explained, and in a flash, the TV turned on and almost blinded Dib. After rubbing his eyes and getting his sight back, he looked at the screen and was met by two tall figures, one red, the other purple.
"Hhhhhheeey, Zim." The red one said.
"Yeah, hey Zim!" The other, purple one, exclaimed.
It seems there was a little secret that Zim had kept for himself. But not anymore. See you next time, where one final reveal is certainly gonna cause a confrontation.