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Emotionless	By : loche606 Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 2877 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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This is just a little something that I have been wanting to do. I don’t know if it is going to be more than a one shot or not...hmm. Well anyways, enjoy

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Emotionless chapter 1
Beta'd by my favorite gal, ladygizarme, because i loveeeeee commas!

After another failed attempt at conquering the planet earth, The Almighty Tallest became fed up with Zim’s waste of their time and monies. They sent a security squad to the planet Earth to pick up the Irken soldier. After a very confusing conversation involving a robot bee, and two shoddily made robot humanoids, Zim was escorted to a containment cruiser and was on his way to the planet Prisonia to waste away in the five foot thick walls that entrapped him.
Dib had watched with a triumphant smile on his face as a ship docked at the curb of his rival’s ‘house’. The alien was finally being investigated. It was about time someone besides himself took some action. He was using his binoculars to study the ship. His jaw dropped as he realized it wasn’t a human ship. Did this mean Zim had requested help from his comrades? He watched as three aliens got out of the ship, and walked to his door, easily disarming the gnomes in the front yard.
The door opened and there was a screech of “Oh yay, it’s the sunflower fairies!” and the door closed again. Dib took a deep breath and tried to run through possible scenarios in his mind. Four of them would be much harder to battle than just one dim-witted one. Before he could formulate a possible plan, the door flew open, and four aliens walked back to the ship. One wearing glowing wrist cuffs. It was Zim! He was forced into the back of the ship, and the others got in. As the ship took off, the house began to blink and fade. The roof collapsed and began to fold itself in half over and over. The tubes and wires that had been drilled into the houses on either side retracted and were gone in an instant, leaving gaping holes where they had been, and soon there was nothing left but the empty alley that had been there before this big mess. Or maybe not. After the ship had gone from view, Dib ran across the street and into the grassless area. Scanning the area he caught sight of a flash of metal. He walked over and saw that it was the robot that always dressed like a dog. Had they meant to leave him behind?
“I gotta self destruct.” It said in its high, screechy voice. “Yay! Hahahaha!”
Dib’s eyes grew wide and he ran as fast as he could in the opposite direction. Ducking behind some bushes he waited for the explosion. It didn’t happen. He peeked between some branches, and the robot lay there, looking like it had just powered down. Apparently the stupid little robot couldn’t even blow itself up correctly. Dib cautiously went back to the little robot, and when he was satisfied that it wasn’t going to blow up in his face, he snatched it up and put it in his jacket.
“Finally!” He said as he ran down the street toward his house. “If I can take apart this robot, I will finally know some of the secrets of the Irken technology! Just because they took away Zim, doesn’t mean I can let my guard down, it’s only a matter of time before they send someone else to take care of Earth. I have to be alert, I could be the only one who can save us!” He wondered why he was saying all this stuff out loud when there was nobody else around, and decided that for the time being, it didn’t matter. Zim was gone, and life would go back to a reasonable facsimile of normal.
***Five Years Later***
“Dib, get up or I am going to come in there and you don’t want that.” A female voice said from the other side of the door.
“Fine Gaz, shut the hell up!” The seventeen year old yelled from under his blanket.
“Whatever.” His sister said, and he heard her cursing him as she walked away from the door.
Dib slowly pulled his blankets away from his pale body. Sitting up he pushed the mop of black wavy hair from his eyes. He reached over and grabbed his glasses. He had abandoned the giant ones for some small black framed ones when he had started high school. He looked around his room for a minute, trying to get adjusted to being awake. He had been having a dream about that damn Zim again. They had been coming with a strange frequency again lately. This made the third night in a row.
He looked over and found the bottle marked ‘Invega’. He chuckled humorlessly, as he had every day for the last three years when he looked at the bottle of anti-psychotics. Next came the anti-depressant, ‘Zoloft.’ For awhile, his sister Gaz had held the bottles and basically had to force them down his throat every morning, but then he had finally been trusted with it on his own. Now it was just habit, put on glasses then swallow pills.
As he opened the bottle and shook one out, the sun lit across his pale arms, riddled with jagged scars. He called them pain relievers, and was rather proud of them. His therapist called it “self mutilation”, and told him it was wrong. He touched the biggest one, that resided on his wrist, and ran his finger the length of it. That one was four years old. His first suicide attempt, at the ripe old age of thirteen. That’s when the anti-depressants started. He had tried twice more before they put him on the anti-psychotics.
He dragged himself up and looked in his closet for some clean clothes. He pulled on a grey t-shirt and a black over shirt. He grabbed a pair of black army pants and pulled them on. He checked the mirror uninterestedly, and saw with no big surprise that his chin length black hair was messy, and in soft spikes, with the one he had as a kid still a little prominent on the top of his head. It was the one part of himself that he liked. His spikes were something that most people used lots of gel to accomplish. His were natural.
He grabbed his bag and walked from his room. In his closet, covered in about two inches of dust was a shoe box. Inside the box two blue orbs suddenly began to glow.
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Dib hated school. He hated everything about it. The classes, the walls, the desks, the teachers, the lunches...but most of all, he hated the other students. These were the same people he had known his whole life, and he had never been accepted. Even when he gave up on paranormal research, he was still deemed “the weird kid” and banished from everyone’s groups. Even Gaz had pushed away from him, finding her own place amongst the gaming stoners.
Her hair, which was violet colored and hung to the middle of her back, swayed a bit as she walked. Gaz had really calmed down. The mixture of pot, and not dealing with Dib’s constant paranormal talk, had really had an affect. She may not talk to him in school, but she wasn’t too bad at home anymore.
They walked up and into the school. People looked at him like he carried a disease. If that was the way they wanted to be, well fuck them all anyways. It was times like this that he missed having Zim around. Actually, he missed Zim on a regular basis. Now it was a dull ache, but in the first two years after the alien had gone away, Dib had been overcome with a grief that he never knew he could have for someone he was supposed to hate. As that first year went on, at school he was blamed for Zim’s sudden disappearance. When he pointed out that nobody even liked the guy, everyone turned away from him. He would sit in his room, staying up for days at a time, looking out through his telescope, listening in his headphones, hoping for some sign of his rival somewhere in the universe.
He had tried to take apart the robot too, but that had been a failed attempt. He had opened up the head of the thing to find it almost empty save for a moldy cupcake and some dead bees. Frustrated by this time, he had thrown the thing in a shoe box and thrown the box in his closet. At night he would have dreams of finding Zim. It was always bitter sweet, as the alien would be angry with him and they would fight as they used to, but then he always woke up, and had to deal with the world that hated him so much it just pretended he wasn’t even there.
It was after one of these dreams that he had gotten up in the middle of the night, taken a scalpel from his father’s lab table and slit his right wrist. He had woken up in the hospital, apparently his father had had a stroke of inspiration and had run down to his lab, only to find his son laying in a puddle of blood on the floor. That is when the anti-depressants had started. Dib took them because they wanted him to, but he didn’t think they really did any good. He was still depressed, and more than anything he wanted to see Zim. Why did he want to see Zim so badly? Because then he would have some meaning in his life.
The years went on, and Dib was more and more ostracized at school. Even the dorky kids wouldn’t hang out with him. He would come home from school and sit in his bedroom, running a razorblade across his forearm, laughing bitterly at how he had become the alien in his own school, and seeing that his blood was red was a comfort to him. It showed him that he was human after all.
He went through classes as he always did, with his head on his desk. He was smarter than even most of his teachers, and he was bored. When the end bell finally rang, he lugged his bag over his shoulder and walked from his own little prison.
When he walked in the door, Gaz was already home, and she was sitting in front of the television sipping a soda and zoning out while some cartoon played itself out in vivid colors and flashing lights.
“Hey Gaz.” He said as he walked past the couch.
“Hey Dib.” She said, bored. “I heard some noises coming from your room when I walked in, but it stopped now.”
Dib walked up the stairs and into his room. For a second, the old flame of discovering something burned in his mind, but then it was gone again. Those days were over, and he wouldn’t let stupid thoughts like that enter his mind anymore.
His eyes scanned his room, in search of whatever had made noises. Something had probably fallen off the desk or something. Gaz had a stoner’s overactive imagination. He threw his bag on the floor and fell onto his bed. His head was pounding again. It seemed like he had been plagued with an almost constant headache for the last week. He closed his eyes, willing the pain to go away, both in his head and in his heart. He was soon asleep.

“Are we going outside master?” A high screechy voice said from somewhere across the room. “I wanna go get some tacos!”
“Quiet Gir!” Another very familiar voice said. Dib opened his eyes, and all was dark. He strained to see across the room, and luckily he had fallen asleep in his glasses, because he could feel another presence in his room, and he didn’t want to move too much. He saw two glowing orbs bouncing up and down, and he let out a squeak. He reached out and flipped on his desk lamp. He blinked furiously as the white light burned his eyes. As soon as things came into focus, his jaw dropped and his mind went blank.
It was Zim.
Or...at least he thought it was. The basic features were the same, but the alien was wearing different clothes, and was a bit taller.

“Zim?” Dib said, barely audible.
“That’s right Dib Monkey.” Zim said loudly. “It is I... ZIM!”
“And Gir!” The robot beside him yelled.
“Shhh!” Dib whispered. “You are going to wake everyone up!”
Dib wanted to ask the alien a thousand questions at once. Where did he go? How did he get away? Why was he here now? What was he going to do? Dib honestly didn’t know where to start.

“What are you doing here?” He asked.
“I came to get Gir.” Zim said, “When the security drones came to take me away, I told him to power down instead of self destruct, and knowing that you would be the one to find him and take him away, I came here first.”

The first thing Dib noticed was that Zim’s voice was a little deeper, and he seemed quite a bit calmer than he had when they were last together. It was strange to see him like this. He seemed almost subdued.
“That’s stupid.” Dib said, almost automatically falling back into his old role.
“No Dib, it is genius,” Zim said. “Now Gir and I can take over this planet and make it mine.” Even as he said it, Dib knew he was lying.
“What’s going on with you Zim, you aren’t the same.”
“What is going on with ME?” Zim said, his red eyes growing wide. “What is going on with YOU? Damn Detestable Human, same as you were always, stupid Dib.”
There was a flash of light in the window as a bus passed the house, and Zim threw himself on the ground. After a few seconds, he got back up, looking toward the window nervously.
“Are you on the run?” Dib asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“NO!” Zim roared. “Who are you talking to? I am ZIM!”
“Weren’t you taken away by some other aliens?”
“I was done being in jail.”
“Your sentence was up?” Dib asked.
“No.” Zim said.
“So you escaped?”
“Walls cannot hold Zim!” The alien yelled again. Again Dib shushed him.
The old rivals were silent for a minute as they took each other in. There was an emotion building in Dib’s body, but it was as of yet unknown. Zim too seemed more at ease as the minutes went on. Gir began to sing quietly to himself before long.
“Well, I guess I should be leaving now.” Zim said, “Gir, let’s go.”
“Yes sir!”
They went to the window and Zim turned back to Dib. He breathed in deeply and blinked once. He turned halfway around, and suddenly collapsed in a heap on the floor. Dib jumped up and ran over to him. Gir was singing again, and not paying attention to anything. Dib rolled the alien over on his back and looked at his face. He looked very tired up close. Dib scooped up the small frame and carried him easily to the bed. He covered the alien in his own blanket, watching as he breathed in and out deeply. He walked over to the chair at his desk, sat down and watched the alien sleep.
The sun was coming up. Gaz would be knocking on his door any minute. Zim was still asleep in his bed, not stirring or showing signs of waking. Dib decided he would have to stay home from school today. Nobody would ask questions, or even miss him. As if his thinking of her had called her, there was a knock on the door.
“Get up Dib!” She yelled.
“I’m staying home today Gaz, I’m sick.” He called back, barely above a whisper.
“Whatever.” She said, leaving his door and moving off down the hall.
Dib turned back toward Zim, and seeing that he hadn’t woke the alien, he slumped back into the chair. Gir had long ago powered down again, and lay at the foot of the bed, eyes dark. Dib heard his sister leave a half hour later. The first rays of sunlight poured into his room, and he wondered if Zim would be hungry when he woke. Probably. Which posed another question. What did Zim eat? He knew it definitely wasn’t meat. Or really any human food.
Wait! The Irken race ate snacks. Junk food. Dib left the room quietly and went to raid the cabinets for food he normally didn’t eat. He found some chips, soda, cookies, and doughnuts. He ran back upstairs, opened the door and found the Alien sitting up in his bed, rubbing his maroon eyes.
“What did you do to me Dib Beast?” Zim accused.
“I didn’t do anything to you!” Dib yelled. “You passed out and I put you in bed.”
“Passed out? Zim?” Zim said, his face showing utter disbelief. “Zim is not that weak!”
“Shut up Zim.” Dib said. Then he remembered the food he was holding. “Are you hungry?”
“I don’t need your filth!” Zim said crossing his arms. “It will make me sick!”
“It’s snacks!” Dib said, a little smile on his face, as he watched Zim look at the food hungrily. At this Gir sprang to life and bounced to Dib, grabbed everything from him and began throwing things at Zim.
“Gir! Stop this madness!”
“Eat! Eat! Eat!” Gir repeated every time he threw something.
“FINE!” Zim said, picking up a bag of chips and opening them. “But after this food, we go.”
“Where are you going to go?” Dib asked. “You are wanted. You should just hide out here for awhile.” The words were out of his mouth before he thought it over.
“Here? With you?” Zim said, he looked shocked, then he looked angry. “I don’t need your help!”
“Whatever Zim, I am just saying.” A blush crept up to Dib’s cheeks. “You could just stay for a few days.”
“Let’s have a slumber party!” Gir said, slamming some chips into his mouth.
“Very well, a few days.” Zim said. “But I am going to need to cloak myself again. I must go to the site of my old base.”
“It is still empty.” Dib said, thinking of the over grown weeds and bushes in that lot.
“Good.” Zim said. Then he thought a minute before opening his mouth. “Gir, go to the site of our old base and retrieve the spare image changer from the hollow tree on the west side of the lot.”
“Yes sir!” Gir said, and a flame shot from his feet and he was gone out the window.
“You had a spare image changer?” Dib asked.
“Of course.” Zim said. “I hid it there just in case. Irken soldiers are always prepared.”
Just then, Dib thought of something else. “Umm, Zim where is your ship parked?”

“Parked?” Zim asked. “It is in my pocket.” He pulled out a box the size of a deck of cards.
“That’s your ship?”
“I took it from a guard of the planet Prisonia.” Zim said proudly.
“I...see...” Dib said, eyebrow cocked again.
Zim pocketed the ship, and they sat waiting for Gir to return. Zim finished off the bag of chips and started on the cookies. Presently Gir returned, and presented Zim with what looked like a tablet. He pressed some buttons and some images began to pop up.
“Don’t use the disguise you used last time, it was horrible.” Dib said shaking his head. “Let me pick one for you.”
“Fine, but it better be good.” Zim said, crossing his arms.
Dib scrolled through the images, and came across one that he liked. He clicked on the enter button and nodded to Zim. The alien stepped into the beam of light that came from the ‘tablet’ and was engulfed by bright lights. When the lights shut off, Dib looked at the person standing across from him. His jaw dropped as the redhead looked for a mirror.
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ok there ya go.. The next chapter will be up soon. Rate and review please.^__~
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