Invader Sin: Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Accidents Happen

Dib had no idea of the invader who had been visiting his sister multiple times in the past month. He had no idea how trouble Zim was, and he had no idea if he would even care if he did know. All Dib did know is that his clone developed so well, and it was because of Dib, and that was all that mattered to Dib.

One day the teen looked at his clone and smiled, "Zim I want to congratulate you on your progress."

"There is no need, I am pleased just to make you appeased with my performance." Said the jade skinned clone.

Dib sighed smiling, "I still feel like getting you something, I know, I'll take you shopping later, to get chocolate."

"Chocolate? I can't possibly turn that down." Zim the second smiled.

Dib knew he was going to say this, so instantly he went to the fridge in hopes that the candy bar he bought him was still inside. Gladly it was, so he grabbed it and turned to him smiling wider, "Its not much but its still chocolate."

He nodded, "I don't mind my tallest, I thank you for your generosity."

"Anything for you Zim." Dib smiled then frowned, realizing how he sounded when he said that, he gave the candy bar up in contemplative thought.

It was strange, this was his enemy but not exactly him, just a bit different, and he was living with him, sleeping in the same bed as him, yet he was possibly a sheep for slaughter. Why did he get so close to his creation if he knew his plan could backfire, meaning the new Zim could die...? He swallowed thickly at the thought as he went to the cabinet and grabbed a glass. He poured water into it from the tap, then turned and began to walk to take a seat, still filled with thoughts of loosing his Zim. However, as he walked he found himself on the floor, his water spilt, as he had tripped over one of Membrane's machines that he just left laying around.

It alright for a second as he began to get up, but then he heard the pained screams of the new Zim. Dib jumped up to see what was wrong, and found his back and his pak soaked in water from the cup. Dib's eyes widened as sparks spilled from the ovals of magenta. Diib then sprung into action and quickly located a dish cloth, and began to slip off the boy's shirt, and once it was removed he began to wash him off, almost crying, but resisting so he didn't hurt his clone anymore than what he was already in pain of. For the first time Dib felt bad for pouring water on an Irken, and it almost killed him.

Eventually it was quiet and Zim sat with his face down on the table, groaning. His pak was the colour black now, which worried Dib more and more. Zim clone slowly spoke, "Master?"

Dib softly rubbed his back, "Are you okay...?"

The clone smiled looking up at his tallest, "I've never felt better..."

-MEANWHILE IN GAZ'S ROOM-

Gaz sat staring at Zim for a long moment, "Maybe violet wouldn't look so bad on you."

"Well then I'll look like the crazy Tak, Zim likes being Zim." Zim told her, sitting back against the wall.

"I see what you mean..." She looked back at the game, "Now I'll make your ass dust!"

Zim quickly began to play again, knowing he already lost but liking to give Gaz the satisfaction of beating him. It felt nice to him to make her happy. Yet he secretly longed to give a bigger satisfaction to someone, but who?