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Pedo or Xeno	By : Andyouthinkimcrazy Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7330 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim or The Dog Whisperer. I don't make any money off of this.

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Note: Sorry for the wait, all! I had some pretty hardcore writer's block about three quarters through this chapter... and then, when I figured out how to resolve it, I just wasn't really in the mood to write much of anything. I even took a seriously long brake from most rping and spent it playing video games. XD 9Hours 9Persons 9Doors, and Rune Factory 2, and Ocarina of Time... and then Nintendo had to give me free downloads of old school games I played when I was, like, six; nostalgia is a powerful thing, you know. In fact as soon as I'm finished posting I'm probably going to go and play some Zelda II.
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It was a hard thing to admit, but for the first time in his life Zim truly hated himself; it wasn't bad enough that he'd been weak and allowed a pathetic human to violate him, but now he was seeking comfort from a member of that horrible, stupid race of filth. The very idea of being comforted by Dib was intolerable, it made him feel so disgusted with himself; how could he call himself an invader with pride if he could so easily forget his duties in favor of this... sickening embrace? The Irken tried to shake off his complacency and fight against this urge to remain in the arms of his enemy, but it was an effort that seemed impossible when he just wanted to shut down and forget.
For a long moment the dead rapist's house was filled with silence: Zim tried to figure out Dib's thoughts so he wouldn't have to face his own; but it was no easy task: it was unsettling to remind himself of Dib's intentions. The awkwardly tranquil moment was broken when the front door suddenly burst open; Zim panicked, thinking it might be Earth authorities who arrived to dissect him, and shoved Dib away with the aid of his Pak legs. He backed from the door a few feet before he could recognize the small figure, “Gir!”
The green dog saluted him and, despite the recent situation, Zim couldn't help but feel a little relieved: Gir might be a somewhat useless servant, but his ever-present happiness was just a touch uplifting; not to mention that he could get out of here with his SIR's help. Once he got back to his base he would figure out a way to kill the horrible excuse for a smeet and move on with his mission; he'd enslave the Dib, destroy the horrible water, and turn this filthy planet over to his leaders.
“Big head ate your pants!” Gir suddenly screamed shattering Zim's temporary distraction; he followed the stubby black arm's path to his body where his bare legs dangled. He was quick to drop right back to the floor again as if being closer to the ground could protect him; he huddled between the cage of metal limbs that seemed anchored to the carpet, his ruby gaze focused sharply on the lone human. Dib wasn't doing anything, however; in fact, his only real movement had been to turn his head to watch.
Zim suddenly felt so angry, his wide eyes narrowing viciously; Dib was staring and staring and staring and Zim just wanted to scratch his eyes out so he would stop looking. Hadn't he seen enough for one day!? The alien snarled, hoping to drive Dib's violating gaze away from him, “Slave-beast! Get Zim's pants!” he ordered while grinding the tips of his Pak legs into the carpet threateningly; the Dib blinked once in surprise before getting to his feet and turning towards the stairs.
Dib, however, hesitated the moment he saw the stairs and the trail of Iso's blood that Zim had left behind; he had no desire to return to the bloody scene that they had left behind just to follow Zim's order. He may not have had an experience as awful as Zim's, but that didn't make him any less uneasy about returning; he knew that Iso was dead-he'd watched it happen with a dreadful feeling of horror and relief-but such knowledge didn't make his climb any easier. As it was he was only obeying Zim's order because the alien looked like he was about to launch into a murdering spree; there was no doubt in Dib's mind that if Zim lost control he, along with several other humans, would be dead.
The young boy stopped at the top of the stairs, his gaze immediately drawn to the headless corpse; its presence was both a deterrent from his task as well as a motivation: he didn't want to get closer, but he didn't want to end up decapitated for getting on Zim's nerves. Eventually Dib made his move: he tried his best to ignore the body as he approached the bathroom, but the stench of blood was overpowering and the floor was slippery with the deep red pools. He felt sick as he slid in closer to the bathroom and had to plug his nose to avoid spewing his guts; the illness he felt, however, was swallowed with fear when something suddenly shot right past him.
Screaming like a little girl, Dib bolted down the stairs and nearly tripped over Zim on his way to the door. Panicked, he grabbed the alien's wrist and dragged him towards the door, “There's something up there! We have to go!” He informed as he wrenched open the door. In the time it took for Dib to take a step forward the door was closed and in the next second his back was against the door with two, sharp metal legs splitting the wood on either side of his head.
Dib stared at the alien with wide eyes as Zim hissed, “Do you want to die, Dib-filth!?” one of the legs drew back to level with the boy's forehead; Dib went cross-eyed looking at it, “The humans will see Zim's glorious Irken body! If they dissect Zim's squeedlyspooch you will die, human-stink!” With that said Zim dug his claws into Dib's shoulder, pressing him harder into the door as he extracted his other Pak leg.
Zim moved away, his attention focused on the stairs, he stopped at the base and looked at the fresh trail of blood that Dib had brought down with him; he made no move to advance further, but Dib called out to him anyhow, “Wait! Th-The thing I saw! Come on, Zim; maybe we can find a blanket or--”
“Silence, fool boy!” Zim snapped at him as he turned away to gather his wig and contacts from about the room, “I sent Gir to get the pants; you are too inferior to get that simple task right.” Dib opened his mouth to scream a protest, but he knew Zim was right; it made him angrier to admit it, but if Gir hadn't scared him he probably would have thrown up and turned back.
“I didn't see you even try Space Boy.” Dib shot back at last, and was thankful that Gir took that opportunity to come screaming into the room again; pants flying high above his head as he ran circles and figure-eights around them.
“I won! I won! I won!” he screamed before tripping as Zim stuck out a Pak leg to stop the crazed robot's fit before it could progress further... say to the depths of Gir's robotic bowels. Zim snatched his pants away and put them on even as Gir cried over having his prize taken away.
Zim popped his contacts in and adjusted the wig atop his head before he felt compelled to silence his screaming sidekick, “Gir!” the commanding tone seemed to snap the robot into obedience, he saluted his Irken Master, “It's time to return to the base!”
“Okie-dokie!” before Zim or Dib could move Gir, with his rocket powered legs, scooped up Zim on his back and burst directly through the door. For the second time that day chips of wood rained down around Dib; he drew up his hands to protect his face before charging out the ruined door after the two otherworldly beings.
“Wait! Zim!” he called out, watching as the trail of smoke clouded the street and left him behind. If Zim heard him, he wasn't coming back. Dib didn't know it, but it would be months before he would see the alien again.
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