After school, the boys walked to Dib's house. To be honest, Zim was pretty curious of what it looked like, since he had only really explored the kitchen. He wasn't sure if all human architecture looked the same, so he couldn't really compare it to other houses. Eventually, they made it to the tall, purple building. "Dib-stink, this isn't a trap, is it?" Zim asked with a hint of concern. They had been enemies only a week ago, so it wasn't a surprise that he didn't fully trust him. "What? Of course it isn't, I just wanted to thank you for helping me back there," he responded to the concerned alien. And with that, they entered the house. "Well, welcome to my humble abode," Dib said before walking to the dining room. Zim took off his disguise and followed him. Dib sat down at the table and pulled out his homework. He was about to start it, when he remembered Zim was with him. "Oh right, you don't get homework. I guess you can just explore while I complete this real quick. Just...don't go into Gaz's room, she'll get real pissed," Dib told the alien. Zim nodded and walked towards the staircase. He walked around for a bit before coming to a door that read 'Dib's Room'. 

Surely the earthworm wouldn't be upset if he took a little peak inside, would he? Zim opened the door a smidge and looked at the interior. It was pretty much what he expected, posters of conspiracies and all of that, however, one thing grabbed his attention. Next to Dib's bed was a wall littered with pictures of Zim. His curiosity got the best of him, as he opened the door fully and went inside the room to get a closer look. "My brother's such a creep, isn't he?" Zim shrieked when he heard Gaz's voice. "Dude, chill out," she muttered as she played her game. "Eh, sorry," Zim said as his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "How did Dib-stink take all of these?" Gaz shrugged. "I don't know. Never cared enough to ask him," she replied simply. "Now go away, I don't want to see your face anymore."

Zim would've argued that she could've just left if she didn't want to see his face, but he knew better than to agitate her. He had seen the results of people pissing her off, and it wasn't pretty. So, he obeyed her orders and walked back down the stairs. "Dib-stink, I'm bored. When are you going to finish your 'homework'?" Zim pestered the human. "Zim, you know how Ms. Kaholick is with homework. I'll probably be done with it in another hour," he said as he sighed. "How about I put on a movie for you?" he asked the alien. This would guarantee him at least half an hour of peace and quiet. Zim nodded vigorously. He had always wanted to watch the humans' source of entertainment. Dib lead Zim to the couch and put Netflix on the tv. "What do you want to watch?" he inquired. Zim looked at the titles on the screen and pointed to one written in blue. "I want to watch 'Cin...der..elly'!" he exclaimed. Dib chuckled. Zim was acting really childish, and it was actually kind of...cute. "It's Cinderella, but yeah, sure," he responded with a smile.

All throughout the duration of the movie, Zim would pause it to ask Dib a question regarding what was happening. They were your standard questions, like 'Why did the fairy godmother give her a time limit?' and 'Why don't the mice slaves help with her chores?'. However, one of the questions differed from the rest. "Dib-stink, what're they doing?" the alien inquired as he pointed towards the screen. Dib looked at the screen and replied with, "They're slow dancing Zim, does your kind not do that?" Zim shook his head. "No, what is this 'slow dancing'?" Dib thought of how to explain it to an outsider. "It's like...a movement that a couple does, usually to music. Some people see it as an intimate thing." Zim nodded. "Can you show me how?" he asked with an innocent look. Dib's face turned beet red.

"U-Uh, maybe another time? I'm... not feeling well," he said before going back to work. Zim was going to question his response, but decided against it. If the human truly didn't feel well, he should give him space. And he did, up until the end of the movie. During the wedding scene, Zim tugged on Dib's sleeve, calling his name. "Dib-stink, what're the filthy humans doing now?" he asked, pointing a claw towards the screen. As soon as Dib looked at the screen, Cinderella and her prince started kissing. His face flushed red at the sight of it. "Well, uh, when two people love each other, they...put their lips together to show affection. We call it kissing," he explained. "And what does it do? Is there a certain pleasure to it?" Zim was confused as to why humans felt the need to 'kiss'. "I guess you could say that," Dib started. "I...haven't really had my first kiss yet, so I wouldn't really know. From what I've heard it sounds nice," he said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Zim nodded as he was lost in thought. "You humans are really peculiar," he stated simply. Dib shrugged. "I could say the same for you." Another half hour had passed and Dib had finally finished his homework. As soon as he put down his pencil, Gaz came downstairs with a colorful box. "Alright losers, I'm bored, so let's play a game," she stated as she held up the box to reveal the logo. "Twister?!" Dib screeched. He knew Gaz was evil, but this....this was malicious. The only reason anyone would play this game is if they really liked to watch others' torment. Then again, that did describe his sister. "What's 'Twister'?" Zim asked, clearly not knowing the evil that it is. "Basically, you have to put your limbs on the colors I tell you to," Gaz explained. "Pathetic! This will be easy for Zim!" Zim yelled as he shook his fists.

"There's a catch," Gaz said as she started to smirk. The boys shivered. Gaz almost never smiled, and when she did, it wasn't for a good reason. "Since this game is too easy, I decided to...add a few rules to it. One of you will be wearing a blindfold, while the other will have to direct their partner to the right color. Also, I will tell you where to put your hands and feet specifically. Besides that, the game plays out like normal twister, got it?" she said smugly. "And what if we don't agree to play?" Dib tested. There was no way he was going to play this game with Zim. It always led to problems. All of the fanfiction Gaz had written started with the two main characters playing Twister. Wait...

"You won't," Gaz responded simply. Dib was about to complain, but thankfully Zim cut him off. "Heh, could could argue with that?" he said as he chuckled nervously. He was wise enough not to pick a fight with Dib's scary sibling. "Alright, Zim, you'll be wearing the blindfold," Gaz stated as she handed the item to Zim. He cringed, but still put it on. "Dib-Stink, you better give me the right directions, or I'll chop off your head and fill it with salted nuts!" Zim screeched at the human. Dib sighed. This really couldn't get any worse. "Alright, put your left hand on the third blue circle in front of you," Gaz commanded. For Dib, this task was quite simple. It only took a few seconds to do what was told. However, for Zim, it was a much different story. No matter how many clues he got, he still couldn't figure out where to put his hand. He finally figured it out after half an hour. Luckily, Gaz had a lot of patience, so the game progressed.

Eventually, the game became very...awkward to say the least. Around the 4th round Zim decided to be cocky and turn his body around so that now he was looking up. That would've been fine if it wasn't for the fact that he was directly under Dib. So now, Dib was basically pinning him down, and Gaz was loving every second of it. He didn't really know if she was trying to help him, or if she just wanted to watch him suffer. Either way, he had to stop this before she had any other ideas. He was getting a weird feeling in his upper stomach, and his heart was beating at a very fast rate. When Gaz was about to shout out another command, Dib stood up from his former position. "I quit! This game is...boring. Yeah, it's too boring!" He shouted as he walked towards the kitchen to get some water. His face was as red as a tomato.

Gaz smirked. "My job here is done," she stated simply before going upstairs. Zim took off his blindfold and walked to the kitchen. "I've won, Dib-Stink! Praise the almighty Zim!" He shouted suddenly, making Dib drop his glass of water. Zim hissed at the puddle that formed. "Don't do that again," Dib scolded. He then grabbed one of the towels that were laying around and cleaned up the puddle. "Whatever human, Zim is bored!" The alien announced. Dib thought for a bit. "Why don't we play a video game?" He asked the latter. Zim shrugged. "Sure, why not?"

Dib led him into the living room and turned on the tv. Then, he used the remote to activate Pong. "Dib, what is this Pong?" Zim asked the human. "It's basically virtual ping-pong," he explained. He then gave Zim one of Gaz's controllers. The boys played 10 rounds of the game, with Dib winning every single one of them. "This game is rigged!" Zim screeched. "I challenge you to another round stink-face!" He yelled again, this time pointing to Dib. "Not today." Dib pointed towards the clock mounted on the wall. "It's ten o'clock, Zim. You should head home now." Zim nodded. "Very well then, human! I will challenge you another day!" He grabbed his disguise and put it on. "Farewell!" He yelled before leaving the premises.

He was almost home when he got a call from Gir. It must've been an emergency, since Gir almost never called him. "Master! You needz to go to da store, now!" Gir screamed. "Why Gir?!" Zim yelled back frantically. "I needz more waffles!" The robot cried. Zim deadpanned. "Gir, this isn't a serious issue-" "We outta fundip too!" Gir interrupted. Zim groaned. "Alright, I get fundip and waffle mix. Just don't destroy the base," he stated before hanging up. That robot was going to be the death of him. The walk to the store was nerve-wracking. It was located in the darkest part of town, surrounded by alleyways. There were always stray cats hanging out near them, and not the friendly kind. It seemed that all crimes committed happened in this area. Zim shivered at the thought of it.

Luckily, nothing happened to him and he managed to make it to the store in one piece. He grabbed a basket, since the carts were nasty looking, and made a trip to the freezer area to buy waffle mix. Next, he went to the candy section and bought fundip, along with skittles and nerds. He made sure to steer clear of the chocolate subsection, as he despised the taste of it. Finally, he bought a few other things like tape, popsicles, and toothpaste. He then made his way to the self check-out to purchase everything.

The walk home was...more eerie than usual. Zim swore it was taking longer to get there than it normally did. His gut was telling him to leave the shopping bags and run the rest of the way. But, assuming he was just being silly, he didn't. It was only when he heard a stick snapping that he considered it. However, it was too late. He was quickly pulled into an alleyway by a strong hand. "What do you think you're doing?!" He yelled as he studied his surroundings. The hideous worm that had pulled him there stood in front of him. And the more he looked, the more he realized his attacker wasn't alone.

There were 4 men standing behind him, an evil grin on their faces. The original culprit pushed Zim against the wall. "You're not so mighty now, are you?" The man chuckled. Zim's expression turned into one of shock. "Torque Smackey? You're the one doing this?!" The human nodded. "You made a fool of me earlier today, Zim. You really think you could get away with that?!" Zim ignored the question and squirmed in his grip. He managed to free his claws and started to scratch at Torque's arm. The human hissed in pain. "Guys, help me!" He alerted the other criminals. They helped Torque hold Zim down, making it harder to escape. "Get off of me, scum!" Zim screeched.

"You're the scum here!" Torque yelled. "We're going to make you pay!" He punched Zim in the face, causing him to groan. He was going to throw another punch, when one of his friends whispered something to him. This caused him to smirk. This wasn't good. "Say, you fought me because I hurt your 'friend', right?" He asked, clearly trying to imply something. Zim stayed silent. Torque cackled. "Oh, this is great! You're gay for him, aren't you?!" Zim gave him a confused look. "Zim doesn't know what you mean." Another punch to the face. "Don't play dumb with me! If you're gay, then you want to fuck guys, right? You fucking weirdo," Torque's smile never ceased. "Well, I'll give you what you want, you freak." Torque stuck his tounge out, and started moving the organ closer to Zim in a teasing matter. Zim struggled to get away from him.

Torque licked the poor alien's face, making him squirm even more. "Get your weird organ away from me!" Zim screamed as loud as he could. He desperately needed someone to stop the scene. He didn't know what was happening, and he hated it. It was almost like he was being tasted, as if he was prey. He hated every second of it. The slimy organ slid from his face down to his neck, and that was when he had enough. He attempted to push the boys off of him with all of his might.

And to his suprise, it worked. He snarled at the fools who had tried harming him. "I said to stop!" He shouted. Although what he did disoriented them a little, the boys still stood back up and slowly closed on in Zim, once again. "You're making a big mistake Zim..." Torque started. "No! It's you who's making the mistake!" Zim hissed. At that moment, he had a choice to make. He could either fight back and risk the chance of exposing himself, or let them do what they want to him.

Just as one of the boys was about to pin him, Zim rose up onto his pak legs. "Wait, what the...?!" Torque yelled. "Dib was actually right?!" He and the rest of the gang tried backing away. "Don't think you can get away with this, earth-filth," Zim growled.

"I want you to feel all of the pain I've felt."