Misery Is The Embrace Of Love

Zim got back to his feet first, and pulled on his clothes, "You know Dib-beast, if you want that all night long, you could go to the auction again and pay for my company..." Zim hinted with a hope that he could get a purchase. He was afraid of what The Professor would do if he didn't get some more clients soon... the thought made him shudder. He didn't like to admit that the damnable Keef had out done him at something, and at the worst possible time. Zim watched Dib stand up from his possition on the floor, envious of how the human managed to make everything seem less horrible. the way the Dib held him for the five minutes that they were both incapable of moving made Zim feel as if he could conquer every planet.

Dib stood up, contemplating whether or not he should go to the auction, after all he had just gotten what he wanted. He wrapped his arms around zim and looked into the Irkens eyes, "Zim, why don't you quit this horrid job? I know that you are doing it for the money, but there are better jobs out there that you could do..." Dib honestly wanted to know.

Zim looked pathetically into those amber eyes, knowing that he shouldn't tell the Human the truth, but it just seemed to spill from him, "If I quit, Prof-Your male genetics donor will kill me. He keeps us in line, and on the straight and narrow..." Zim began to look towards th gfround.

"What do you mean Zim? My father is a good guy.. i guess. I mean yeah sure he is the worlds greatest scientist and runs a huge underground prostitution ring, but he's really notall that bad....i think." Dib had to take a moment to think about his father, shedding light on things that he thoughtthat he had forgotten. He hasd always wondered why a big wig like his father had opened a place like this to begin with. Professor Membrane was loaded before he even concieved the thought of this place, so why did he want htis... DIb shuddred, supressing thoughts about his father that he now realized must fit into Zim's unwillingness to quit...

Zim's laugh could be heard through out the building, but he quieted down when he spoke, "Dib-beast, our father figure is a good for nothing pimp, alcoholic, loser rapist." Zim said that with such utter finallity that it caused visible shudder to run through his body.

Zim moved to open the door, but it flung into him, Keef bouncing on eager heels with a shady looking customer. The orange haired youth stopped for a moment, feigning concern for Zim, "ZIM! Old buddy ole' pal, are you injured?" Zim threw the boy an evil glare, yet he continued," I would just die if anything were to ever happen to my bestest friend int he whole world!" Keef offered his hand to Zim, but he just smacked it away.


Dib examined the hyper youth's client while he could. The man was a lot older than the boy, his hair was grey, and balding, a weak chin jutted out as if it were trying to surpass his gut. The man wore simple khaki jeans and a Nasa-Place workshirt. Dib's mouth opened as he realized who stood before him. "AGENT DARKBOOTIE?!?" Dib began, not wanting to believe that the man before him use to be one of his bosses.
The man turned and looked at Dib, "Well if it isn't the former Agent Mothman... What was your name again....uh Dob, Deb, DIb.. Yeah Dib... Let me guess," He snaked an arm around Dib while Zim and Keef were arguing, "Your'e a little down on your luck and decided thta this place was the place to work?" Dib struggled against the man's grip, but was too shocked for his vocal cords to work propperly, " You know what, I think I'll give you a break.. I'll bet on you and little red there tonight and see what kind of night we can work up for eachother..." Darkbootie licked Dib's cheek. He could only manage a weak squeak as the old man began to grope him.

Zim turned at the squeak and tore after the old man as he was fondling the helpless human. Anger boiled up inside of him, 'How dare he touch MY human?!?..' "The Dib is MINE!" Zim subconciously swung out a spider leg at the older human male. The man knew nothing of what hit him, for his worlld blacked out permanently. Dib was on his knees trying to recover himself and Keef was cowering in a corner, whimpering about Zim being crazy and homicidal.

Zim glared at the rusty haired boy for a moment, "If you do not shut your damnable noise tube this instant I shall be force to silence you the hard way." Zim picked up his human and left the room. Keef's whimpers could be heard as the door swung shut. On his way out, Zim stopped by the sound booth, "Zita, you can cancel the rest of my songs, I'm cutting out early. Tell the bossman that I'll have money coming in for him soon, I hope."


Zita nodded her head, her black and violet falls boobed joyously on the sides of her head as Zim left the booth, the human in his arms struggling to get free. Once outside of the club Zim set the boy down, observing the gang bangers that were duking it out in the opposite alleyway.

"ZIM! What the fuck was that in there?!? I could have handled him myself!" Dib's pride burst through atlast. All he knew was that one moment he was working up the guts to hit Darkbootie, and the next the man laid on the ground, his skull crushed like a grape.

"Dib beast... You were just standing there. You were'nt going to move. Hell he probably could have forced you to your knees and shoved his dick in your overly large head before you even thought about movement!" Zim outraged. He wasn't necassarily angry with Dib, mostly at the Keef-bitch inside the building, "Now i suggest that we move before the cops get here. If I know that sneaky little bastard he'll be telling the bossman right about now..."

Dib nodded. He didn't want to get popped for accessory to murder and spend the rest of his days rotting away in a prison where he'ld get passed around like a blunt at a frat party. He may be a slut, but not like that!

The two boys took off to Dib's car, peeling out of that place of nightmares. Zim never wanted to step foot in there ever again, though he knew better than that. He was bound to go back night after night, if only to make it so that he could survive. Gir ate more than enough to put them on the streets, but he still tolerated it. Gir was, to him, a memory of a time when he was an invader.

"Make a left here!" Zim demanded the human boy. He wanted to get home and fast. It wasn't like anyone knew where he lived, but thehuman... He was a famous scientists son, everyone would be looking for him. "Right here." Zim pointed at the empty parking space in front os his apartment.

Dib could hardly believe it. Zim really did live in a bad area. The partment looked as if it were going to fall in on itself any second. Zim's door seemed to be held up by one rusty hinge and a couple of layers of duct tape."Z-Zim..." He paused, watching as the cockroaches scattered as Zim turned on a light in his apartment, "I-Is this where you really live? I mean come on, where is your base entrance?" He looked walked to the trashcan only to find it filled with waste.
Zim laughed out loud, holding his side, "Dib beast! You have not lost your sense of funny!" He wiped away optical fluid from his face, "Do you really think that my former Tallests would let me keep everything that was Irken property?! Don't make me laugh. I was lucky enough to only manage to smugle out my computer and my PAK." The look on his human's face was more than Zim could bear. He laughed until Gir came out to see what was making the noise.
"Big headed Mary Boy!!!" He glomped onto the surprised human, "I misseded Ju!!!"

Dib began to struggle against the tiny bot, but found it useless. The little bot hugged onto his humans head, tears of oil leaked out and ran ointo the humans face. Dib wasn't happy bythe look on his face, but inside e was content enough. Zim was there, Gir was there, and everything seemed to be as it should, except for the raoches crawling up his leg. He began to shift hiss legs, knocking the bugs back to the floor and making sure that they didn't move again.

Zim looked under his couch and pulled out his computer, plugging the base unit of it into the wall. The little siutcase shaped unit sprung up and out, producing a screen, small satelite and keyboard. Zim concentrated on contacting his old friends the Vortian Risistance, the Resisty. He usually did this when ever he could, but only got fuzzy messages back from them. "Come on Lard-Nar answer your damed messenger. You messaged me that you would be on your way here soon...Ah!" The screen shifted to Lard-nar's face, Please! If you are getting this! Help! The Resisty is going down! The-"

The camera cut to two familliar faces, one with red eyes the other with violet.

"We have you Lard-Nar. Your Resisty is going down..." The red eyed one grinned wickedly. The purpled eyed one nodded and barked orders at the other Irkens.
Lard-Nar and his crew were being slaughtered infront of Zim's eyes. ".....No.....NO...this can't be!" Zim shouted. The video began to loop back around to the beginning, "No....." He knew it was true, buit didnt want to admit it. His only friends, the ones that could have saved him if they had made it to Earth, dead.

Dib heard the comotion coming from Zim's area as he approached. He saw things on that little screen that he had never wanted to nor needed to see. Zim was mumbling in irken, and the only words that he could make out clearly were Red and Purple, the names of his tallests. "Zim? Zim what's going on?" Dib gently placed a hand on the Irkens shoulder, only to have it grabbed roughly, "OW! SHIT! Zim let go! Your'e hurting me!"

The humand pleas brought Zim back to reallity, "Dib shit! I....They're all dead..." THe Irkens eyes swam with liquid.

"Zim who are dead? Who were they?!" Dib tried to get the Irken to explain, but ZIm wasn't responsive. Instead the Irken's Magenta eyes seemed to glow through the white contacts.

"They're going to pay..." Zim stood up and turned towards the human, "'They' would be Red and Purple.... They killed my only hope of ever getting off this shit rock... They killed my only friends...."

Dib was taken aback. He had never seen such fury and passion in those eyes before, even through the filmy contacts. "Z-Zim, Why would they do that?!" The mental image of the carnage played through his head again. No wonder Zim was so pissed. It was bloody and completely unfair.

Zim rocked slightly on his heels, falling lightly into the humans arms, "they did it because they were different..." He began to sob lightly into the humans sholder. Zim's surface emotions were visably upset, though his mind set to work planning his revenge. 'Red, Purple.. You wil both pay dearly for what you have done...'

Dib held Zim, rubbing the back below his PAK in slow circles, "Zim...." He was caughtoff guard by the Irkens change in demeanor. He had expected rage, and a rash plan to do something, but nothing came. Zim simply stood there relishing in the humans warmth and caring.