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Chapter 12: Good evening, Mr. Membrane Far below, Zim moved relatively silently down a completely still and empty corridor that was the same dull steel color as the stairs that brought him there. He shivered, as much as because of the creepy silence as the colder temperature, hugging himself with invisible arms, antennae slicked back with discomfort. Stupid inferior hyuuman facility... Zim had not been walking long, when he felt a noiseless hum fill the air; the farther along he walked, the more he could feel it. He could even feel it vibrating the floor beneath his boots. He reached out to touch the wall as he walked. The rough material

Chapter 11: Spy Games Zim sat up a bit groggily, pivoting in Dib's lap to face the screen. He peered grumpily up at it. "Your point, Dib-smell?" Dib grinned, long fingers wrapping around Zim's small waist, shifting the smaller alien on his lap a bit so he could get a better look at the screen. "Let's see..." One of Dib's hands moved from Zim's waist to tap at several keys on the keyboard. "....PROCESSING..." the computer intoned from above in response. After a short pause, images began to flicker across the screen. Some were completely useless--documents in a strange language neither of them could read. But then, things th

Chapter 10: Secrets When Zim woke up, it was to the grating sound of the t.v., and GIR. Zim made a face, antennae flattening tighter to his scalp in annoyance as he nuzzled closer to the warmth and the sound of the Dib's heart organ. Far from being annoyed by that particular noise, Zim found that he rather liked it. The steady, rhythmic beats reminded him a lot of the pulsing of the Massive's engines, as heard far belowdecks, in the smeetery... "Zim." Zim could actually feel the vibration of the human's voice through his chest. While not entirely unpleasant, it was jarring compared to the calm, steady beats of the heart organ.

Ch.9: Personal Business A few blocks later, and Zim's base came into sight. Zim picked up his pace, practically dragging Dib along behind him. Up the sidewalk, through the gap in the gate, all the way up to the purple front door. The lawn gnomes didn't even spare Dib a glance. When they got inside, they slammed the door shut behind them, and leaned up against it shakily, together. "Mastah! Big-head boy!" squeed a familiar voice. Dib lifted his head, using a neck that somehow felt both boneless and full of iron. "GIR...?" The little SIR unit tottered rather drunkenly into the room from the kitchen, no disguise on. He l

Ch.8: SSDA (Same Shit, Different Alien) "That's your plan, Dib-pathetic? Cower in your fil-thy hyuuman 'home' and wait?" "I'm not cowering, Zim," the human bristled, typing away at his inferior computer 'technology', eyes hidden from Zim due to the glare on his glasses from the computer screen. "Use your 'superior' alien brain for once. Scattermoon wants something. You. Who has you? I do. That leaves two options: one, break down the door, or two, make contact and try to make a deal. She was clever enough to infiltrate SEN, an organization filled with the most paranoid people on the planet. I'd say making contact is the best option." Zim

Ch.7: Alliance When Dib pulled up to his house, the place was as deserted as it had been when he left it--save for Gaz lounging primly on the porch, queen of the world, with the Gameslave on her lap. Dib opened the door, sliding out and standing up warily. "Gaz? Are they gone?" "Obviously," Anyone who didn't know Gaz as well as Dib did would have found her body language to be its usual indifference, but to Dib, the girl telegraphed smugness, even at this distance. He sighed, shutting his door and turning to the backseat. "How'd you do it?" Gaz actually looked up and smirked at that, though her brother couldn't see. "I told them Pres

Ch.6: Murphy's Law When Dib finally woke up, it was to the sound of loud faux snoring. He sat up slowly, pushing the blanket off his head, aiming a squinting glare in the direction of the noise. "I know you're awake, Zim. You don't snore." As he grabbed his glasses and shoved them on, he heard a rustle, and a clink of the cord. When he looked again, Zim had managed to maneuver himself into a defensive crouching position back against the wall; but he was still wobbly and woozy from the cuffs. He blinked rapidly as he stared back at Dib, fighting to maintain focus. When Dib shifted his legs off the bed to stand up, the alien hiss

Ch.5: Between a Rock and a Hard Place When Dib finally managed to get away from his bandmates and the usual general post-concert craziness, he made his way straight to the cubby at the back of the stage, fully expecting the alien to be gone. Glancing over his shoulder out of habit--there was no one even close to where he was; they were all busy getting hammered around a small bonfire near the park's pond--Dib hurried as quickly and silently as he could to the cubby. Once there, he dropped to his knees in front of it and shoved the ivy aside. He wasn't. Zim was still in the cubby. He had turned over and curled in on himself in his slee