Master, Please....

Zim dropped to his knees, his antennae wilting slightly. Dib set off in the direction of his bedroom, walking faster than Zim could keep up. Twice Dib turned around to wait for Zim. When he finally caught up, Dib kicked him roughly in the face. By the time they reached Dib’s room, Zim was crying again.

“Shut up,” said Dib, before picking him up by the collar. “I haven’t even really done anything yet.”

Zim dropped his gaze and tried to stop crying until Dib finally dropped him. He then looked around Dib’s room. The room looked about the same as it had always been, with a few more computers laying around. As Dib pulled him into the room, he noticed a small bed lying in the corner. It was more of a big circular pillow than a bed.

Dib picked him up by the collar, and tossed him onto the small bed. “This is where you will sleep from now on, got it?”

Zim nodded, snuggling into the bed. It was soft, purple, and a little too small for the alien to lay across comfortably. Zim idly wondered if Dib had gotten a bed in his favorite color on purpose.

Dib spent the next few minutes looking through stacks of paper. After that, he walked back over to Zim and hauled him up and over to his computer chair. After sitting down, he pulled Zim’s head up into his lap and started softly stroking his antennae.

Zim was incredibly confused. The antennae rubbing felt good. Why would Dib start suddenly being nice to him? He was confused by how bad he would treat him, then how nice he would be. Zim decided to just forget about it and take a nap.

Dib noticed that Zim had fallen asleep. He carefully picked him up and carried him back over to the bed and laid him down. He then got ready for bed and went to sleep.