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Iz Moth (Uncensored and Complete)	By : PsychoHanyo Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 3716 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim. All characters, locations, and themes thereof belong to Jhonen Vasquez. I make no money off of this fanfiction.

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PyshoHanyo: Time for another update from yours truely. Before the chapter starts, there is a scene towards the end that might make some readers uncomfortable. I'll put the "000" before it as "000000", as a warning.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Krill and The Mask. all other characters, palces, and themes, including Zim and Dib, belong to the almighty Jhonen C Vasquez.

000

A good ten or twenty minutes later, Zim came across a building with the words ‘The Mask’ written on a glowing sign above the door. There was no line outside, so Zim wasn’t sure if it was a club or not. He hoped so. He could sure use some excitement. He crossed the street without looking and approached the door. He knocked on it and a slit in the top of the door opened.
“You have your mask and amplifier?” A man on the other side asked.
“Mask and amplifier?” Zim wondered.
The eyes in the slit rolled before the little door on the slit slid shut. After a moment, the door opened. The man on the inside wore a blue mask with eye holes and a black suit.
“Look, anyone who wants to come into The Mask has to meet four qualifications, okay?” He said. “One, you have to be gay.”
“Check.” Zim nodded.
“Two, you must have a fake name.”
Zim thought for a second. Well, the way he was blending in was like being an Invader, but was that too suggestive? Then it struck him. Invader Zim.
“Iz.” Zim responded.
The man nodded. “Next, you have to wear a mask like this.” The man pointed. “And lastly, you must have a voice amplifier.” He pointed to a small silver dot on his neck. “Do you have either of those?”
“Well…no…” Zim said.
“First timer, eh? Well, we can get you settled with a mask and amplifier if you’d like. Twenty bucks each.”
“Uh…sure. I can manage that.” Zim pulled out a wallet.
The man ushered him inside the entranceway before shutting the door. It didn’t look like much from where Zim had been standing, but off to the right was a counter. Another man stood behind it, his mask black.
“Need an amplifier and a Mask?” The man behind the counter wondered.
Zim nodded. “Yeah.”
The man smiled. “Color?”
Zim looked through the list of colors the man gave him. He smiled when he came across ruby, the same color as his eyes in Irken mode.
“Ruby works for me.”
The man handed him a ruby mask and a silver amplifier. It looked like something you’d use in the military. Zim put the mask over his eyes and tied it in the back, the ribbons on the end hanging onto his neck.
“Now, once you set this to the voice you want, there’s no going back. So pick wisely.”
Zim nodded and pressed the amplifier next to his neck. He fiddled with the buttons until his voice was deeper, closer in tone to his father’s. He liked it. “I’m good.”
The man nodded. “Just press it against your neck and the amplifier will fuse.” He instructed.
Zim did as told.
“Say something.”
“Something?” Zim asked.
“There you go. Is that good?”
Zim nodded. “How do I take it off?”
“Just push on the silver part and the amplifier will pop out.”
Zim did what the man said and the silver button fell into his hand. “Where’s the rest of the amplifier?” He wondered.
“Once it’s set, it goes into the silver disk. Be careful. These are easy to get lost.” The man handed Zim a small case that snapped shut. “Keep it in this.” He ordered.
Zim nodded. “Thanks.” He put the item in his pocket.
“Now that will be forty bucks.”
Zim counted the money out and handed it over. The man recounted.
“Have fun, kid.” He said. “Don’t be a stranger.”
“Thanks. I won’t.” Zim was ushered from the counter by the doorman and he pushed through another door.
The inside of The Mask was dark, but bright colored lasers cut through the dark and lit faces, hidden by masks. Zim’s eyes took only a second to adjust since he had good night vision as an Irken. He slipped through an emptier part of the crowd and took in the sights. A smoke machine left light smoke scaling across the floor by a bar counter. Very few people were at the counter. Most of them were either dancing or sitting on lounge chairs in a back corner, making out and flirting with one another. Zim went to the counter and took a seat. He didn’t have much of a problem with socializing in gay bars, but he was a bit thirsty from all the walking and talking he’d done to get into the club. A bartender walked over to him.
“New here?” He wondered.
“You could tell?” Zim asked, briefly wondering if the man was gay as well or not.
“I’ve never seen you before, and most people don’t hang out over here. I think you could tell.”
“Yeah, I guess.” Zim laughed.
“What can I get for you?”
“Uh…soda?”
“Coke?”
“I guess, sure.”
The man pulled a drink off the shelf and popped the bottle top off it before giving it to Zim. “If you need anything else, just ask.”
“I will, thanks.” Zim responded as the bartender left. He took a sip of his drink and surveyed the room again.
The dancing the humans were doing with one another wasn’t much different from the way Zim would dance with other males back home. Some people were grinding a bit more than he was used to doing, but maybe if he found the right person, it would come easy to him. Krill hadn’t been into the grinding when they saw one another last. Krill. How could Zim be looking for a hookup when he had Krill? Of course, he’d probably never see Krill again, so what did it matter? Maybe Krill had someone on the base, anyway. Someone his age. Why would he waste time with a teenager, anyway? Zim couldn’t find a reason. He was probably just hoping for a cheap lay, or fame for getting with a Prince. But that didn’t change how Zim felt about him, still being in…dare he call it love?

000

Dib walked into The Mask without a problem and surveyed the crowd, looking to see if there was anyone interesting. It was Thursday, so that would end up being a big ‘no’. Then a teenager, or what looked like a teenager at the least, sitting backwards on a barstool caught his eye. He was casually leaning against the counter and drinking a brown liquid from a bottle of soda. He had a ruby mask on and chestnut colored hair. The same color as Zim’s…no. it wouldn’t be. He didn’t know about this place…did he? Dib inched through the crowd, dancing with a few men who got in his way. Once at the bar, he noted that the guy’s bottle was almost empty. Dib waved over the bartender.
“Heyya, Moth.” The bartender smiled. “How long have you been here?”
“Just got here.” Dib answered.
“Oh. Coke again?”
“Uh, yeah and uh…what’s he drinking?” Dib nodded at the new guy.
“Same thing.”
“Then make it two.”
“Found someone fascinating, huh?” The bartender chuckled. “He’s new here.”
“Oh yeah? You get a name?”
“No, sorry. Not in my job description.”
Dib sighed looked like he had some work to do. He gathered his courage and walked over to the boy. “Can I refill that?” He offered.
The boy turned, smiling. “Uh…I’m good, thanks.” He responded. His voice was deep, but that was probably because of the amplifier in his neck. He didn’t look much older than Dib.
“Here.” Dib handed the drink to him anyway. “Please?”
The boy smiled softly. “Thanks.” He said, taking the drink. “Have a seat.”
“Thanks.” Dib sat on the stool next to the brunette. “I’m Moth, by the way.”
“Iz.” The boy answered, taking a drink.
“You new here?”
He nodded. “Just moved to town at the start of the week.”
“Really?” Dib wondered. “And you just happened upon this place?”
“I was going for a walk.” Iz shrugged. “Things were boring at home. I live alone, so…”
“Alone?” Dib wondered. “You can’t be much older than me.”
“How old are you?”
“16.”
“Same age.”
“And you live alone?”
“Spat with my parents.”
“That sucks.”
“Eh.” Iz shrugged. “What about you?”
“It’s me and my dad and my sister. Mom died when I was young.” Dib shrugged. “And dad’s never home, so it’s like it’s just me and my sister, most of the time.”
“That stinks.”
“I guess.” Dib smiled.

000

After talking for a few hours, Dib and Iz left the club together.
“So you headed home now?” Dib asked.
“Nowhere else to go.” Iz shrugged. “Are you?”
“Yeah, I am.” Dib responded.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you around, right?”
“Yeah, sure.” Dib said. He and Iz shook hands. Dib started to walk away, but then he heard Iz’s voice.
“Hey, uh…what are you doing tomorrow night?”
“Oh…well…I was planning on going to The Mask again.”
“You…wanna meet up?”
“At The Mask?” Dib smiled. “Sure. What time?”
“Uh…is eight good?”
“Perfect.” Dib nodded.
“Okay. Well, bye, then.”
“Bye.”

000000

Zim felt his heart flutter as Moth walked away. Did he just make a date with a human? Cool…in a way. His feelings for Krill came back to the surface.
“Oh, what do I care?” Zim asked the air. He pressed the button on the amplifier and making it pop out of his neck, changing his voice back to normal. “It’s just some club fling. Why should it matter?” He walked down the road towards home.
Moth, though Zim knew by the nickname policy that it wasn’t his real name, seemed like an okay guy. He was so much different from Dib. Ugh. Why did all things lead back to Dib?
“He’s just some punk who can’t shut his damn mouth.” Zim told himself, removing his mask and shoving it into his pocket. “Why am I thinking about him all the time?!”
“Thinking about a guy all the time, huh?” A teenage-sounding voice asked.
Zim turned in time to catch a glimpse of a boy in red running into an alleyway. “Yeah. Some arrogant jerk that I hate.” He answered.
“Sounds like love to me, kid.”
“Gay love, if anything.” Another voice said.
A flash of green passed Zim’s eyes.
“I don’t love him. I loathe him with every fiber of my being.” Zim sneered.
“Sure you do.” The original voice chuckled, three more following suit.
Don’t show fear, Zim. Don’t show fear.
“Maybe we should beat the truth out of you?” Another voice, another flash of color. This time blue.
“Or the gay out of him.” A third voice and a flash of white.
“I’m armed.” Zim bluffed. “And you don’t wanna mess with me.”
A chain came out of the darkness and wrapped around his left wrist. “What the…” Zim pulled his arm, trying to either break the chain or pull the person holding it out under the streetlight.
Laughter.
“That won’t help you.” The voice that matched the red flash snickered.
“Worthless effort.” Agreed the green flash.
Another chain came at him from an alley, but Zim kicked it away before it could get close. He didn’t see another chain coming at him, which caught his right ankle, wrapping tightly. The kid on the other end yanked his foot out, making him land on his back with an ‘oof’.
“Look, I don’t know what you want out of me, but this isn’t the way to get it.” Zim sneered.
“Oh, we don’t want anything from you.” The leader said. “Just to beat the gay out. Maybe you won’t ever trust guys again.”
“I’m not gay.” Liar.
“Then why do you always think about another guy?” White flash asked.
“He’s holding a grudge against me and he’s a moron.” Zim said, sitting up on his elbows. “I’m confused by him is all.”
With that, the streetlights snapped off. Zim groaned. What kind of people had streetlights that shut off during the deepest part of night, since Moth had said it was 1 AM before they left? Without a moon, there was no light to show Zim the way. What if he got lost? For now, he had to think of a way out of this. Two more chains came at him and he twisted his body to try and avoid them, but they latched on and held tight. Zim twisted again and again, trying to free himself. He arched up from the ground and kicked out, but it was no use. The chains were thick and tight. Four figures walked out into the street and stopped near him. Even with his night vision, Zim couldn’t make out their faces, or even the colors he had seen before. One man handed his chain to another. The ones holding the chains connected to his wrists walked forward and yanked hard, pulling him up into a sitting position. They yanked up and forced him to stand. The one who had handed off his chain went behind Zim. He felt something hard crack against his back and he fell forward. He dangled like that for a moment, leaning forward with his arms behind him. The boys holding the chains on his arms yanked them back and down, and the other two hauling his feet out from under him. Zim collapsed to his knees. The two with his wrists went behind him and crossed, pulling tight and crossing his arms. The teen who had hit him walked in front of him and pressed the object under his chin, tilting it up. Zim’s Irken eyes were shining under his hologram and his antennae were flailing, knowing the gravity of the situation he was in.
“I think it’s about time you got your beating, huh?” The leader chuckled. He let Zim’s chin drop and backed up.
The next thing Zim felt was something connecting with his cheek and force his head to snap to the side. Zim sat that way for a moment before the object was used to bring his face back to face the leader. The leader reeled back and struck Zim again, this time hitting him across the side of the head. Zim slumped forward as his head snapped to the right. He let out a long moan and his head was tilted back to the leader. The leader reeled back again.
“Stop.” Zim managed to force out, his cheek throbbing and chin probably broken.
The boys laughed. “Not until we’re done.” White flash snickered. “Now be a good boy and take what’s coming to you.”
Another blow to the side of the head. Zim felt a warm liquid sliding down his forehead.
“I think you hurt him, Boss.” Green flash said, not seeming to care.
“Oh, I’ll more than hurt him by the time we’re through.” The leader chortled.
“Stop.” Zim ordered again.
This time, the object hit him hard in the stomach. He tried to slouch forward, but the ones holding his arms pulled back, keeping him in place. The object hit his stomach again and again. His squeedly spooch was about to rupture. He could feel it.
“Stop!” Zim ordered, weaker than before.
The beating didn’t stop. Another good fifty blows to the head and stomach left Zim semiconscious by the time the leader backed up to examine his handiwork. Suddenly, the boys holding his arms back let him slouch forward. They walked back to their original spots and pulled his arms forward before slamming him into the ground. Zim moaned. The leader went behind him and the one holding his legs spread them apart. Zim moaned again.
“Now it’s time for the real fun to begin.” The leader chuckled.
Zim heard a belt come undone and a buckle unclasp. Oh god. They were going to rape him…The leader caressed Zim’s backside, grabbing his ass harshly in his hand. Zim arched forward to the ground a bit, but the people-could he even call them people anymore?-holding him down pulled him back, stopping his movement. The leader chuckled. “I see we were right.” He said. “You do like it up the ass, huh?”
“Never…never had it…” Zim hissed. “Not gay.” He’d maintain that as long as he could.
The leader chuckled and pressed a throbbing erection against Zim’s backside. Zim knew he was in trouble. He activated the spider legs in his PAK, six long pointed appendages popping from his PAK, one carrying a gun he had made the day before.
“Holy fuck.” Blue flash cursed. “What the fuck are you, pal?”
Zim didn’t answer as his spider legs wrapped around the chains and pulled, making the clasps shatter and bounce on the ground. Zim used the legs to pick himself up off the ground. Once he was on his own two feet, his spider legs lashed out and brushed the three lackeys off like paper. Zim turned to the leader, who was staring agape and shaking in his boots. Zim used his spider legs to arch himself up from the ground and walk menacingly towards the one who assaulted him. The boy tried to run, but two spider legs quickly wrapped around his waist and turned him to face Zim.
“What are you…?” The leader asked.
Zim snarled. “I’m the guy you just tried to rape.” He let his spider legs throw the boy against one of the buildings and scuttled back. The three lackeys went to aid their leader, who was whimpering and moaning. Zim used his spider legs to run down the road. They propelled him into the air and carried him across buildings. He reached one that still had a light on for the ground floor. He retracted his spider legs and rang the doorbell. When no one answered, he pressed it over and over again until someone finally opened it.
“Do you have any idea what…? Oh my. What happened?” It was a woman.
“I was attacked.” Zim said, coughing up a bit of blood.
“Oh, dear. Charles! Call 911!” The woman yelled into the house. “Come in, now, please. Let’s get you fixed up a bit.”
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