"HAHA! YES! That foolish Dib can barely handle a stick!" You cheered.

Hey, I'm kinda starting to sound like Zim, you thought. I guess the guy is rubbing off on me.

You continued your light jog down the quiet shadowy streets. You knew you had lost Dib by now, but you wanted to get Zim home as soon as possible.

You traveled up the road and finally reached the cul-de-sac that harbored Zim's house. You had never been so happy to see the ominous glow of his home, and made one final dash down the sidewalk, past the creepy gnomes, and up to the front door.

*BANG BANG BANG*
"GIR! ZIM'S WEIRD PARENTS! PLEASE, SOMEONE, OPEN UP!"

You banged on the purple door until you heard the sound of crashing and thumping from inside the house. It made you nearly trip backward when the door was swung open to reveal a tiny robot, looking up at you with its big blue eyes.

"HI THERE!"

You recognized that voice.

"Gir...is that you?"

"Yep! IM NAKED!"
Gir continued to do a little dance as you just watched in confusion.

Behind him, you caught a glimpse of what looked to be a green dog costume laying on the floor. You looked back down, only to see him take a blueberry muffin out his head and start eating it messily.

"I lOvE FoOd."

Yep, it's Gir.
Well, I guess that explains the talking dog then.

"Ok, listen Gir. I really need to come inside. I have Zim and he's hurt pretty bad."

Gir put his metal paw on his chin, having flashbacks to all the times Zim told him to never let anyone in the house, no matter what.

"Hmmmm.....

OKAY!"

"Oh thanks Gir, I really need to-"

"BUT, only if you say the MAAAGIC WORRRD!"

"Adjfkafifdvv! FINE! Is it...Please?"

"NoO"

"Uhh, is it Gir?"

"NOpE!"

You thought for a moment.

"Uhhhg, is it...

pizza?"

"YEAHHHHHHH!!"

If your hands were free you would've facepalmed.
You watched as Gir skipped wildly inside, notifying that you could now enter.

You walked through the door, entering the strange house you've only seen the outside of. Now, you were finally getting your chance to observe the weird wonders that lied inside.

You stepped onto the yellow and pink tile that floored the house. You were immediately faced with a living room that held a red couch and an armchair of the same color placed beside it. There also sat an overly large tv screen placed on the wall across from it, with giant wires leading out the back.

You took note of the even odder items in the room as well. Like the bee lamp in the far corner, and a creepy-looking monkey painting over top of the couch. Your eyes then followed the purple, ufo patterned wallpaper up to the ceiling, which to your great surprise was instead a dense, tangled mess of glowing tubes and wires.

"Yeaaahhh, this guy is definitely an alien."

The door made you jump, automatically shutting behind you and reminding you of the situation at hand.

You quickly but carefully walked over and laid Zim down onto the couch, making sure his head was supported by the armrest.

"Gir, I need you." You called out.

Gir hopped from out of the other room which seemed to be a kitchen. He landed beside you and stood straight, ready for an order.

"Ok Gir, I'm gonna need a cloth, some sort of bandages, and tape. Can you please get that for me?"

Gir saluted and quickly disappeared back into the kitchen.

You looked down at Zim. It was weird seeing him so...quiet. It was almost unsettling, and you hoped he would wake up soon.

Gir came running out and gave you the cloth, then ran back to retrieve the other items. The cloth was a bit tattered, but it would be good enough just to wipe the excess blood from his wound.

Your hand slowly approached his face with the cloth. You prepared to wipe but stopped when you realized the unnatural pink color his blood had. Amazed, you continued and blotted the gash, then gently wiping the surrounding skin. You tried wiping some of the pink around his hairline, when all of a sudden, your hand nudged his hair, causing it to fall right off and tumble onto the floor.

"UHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHAT DID I DO?!" You said in fear, retrieving your hand quickly.

That's when you saw it. The complete truth exposed right in front of you.

Zim's antennae were freed from the wig and you stared at them in awe. You noted that one of them seemed slightly bent up, but you couldn't tell if it was supposed to be like that or not. Not wanting to cause any more damage to the creature, you held back your urge to touch them.

"Well it's official, I have befriended a space pickle," You said to yourself. "For a moment there I really thought I was starting to get as crazy as Dib for thinking he's an alien, but it's true."

Wait, Dib.

You realized that Dib was right from the beginning, and this made you feel bad for ever doubting him. However, you also knew that he gloated on pretty much every occasion that he would dissect and do research on Zim, which was not happening on your watch. You knew that boy would be six feet under if he ever tried anything like that.

Gir came running back in with a toilet paper roll and some sticky tape, dropping them on the floor beside you and saluting again.

"Well, I guess this will have to do. Good job Gir."

Gir just stuck out his tongue with a squeak and jumped away again.

"I swear, I'm taking that robot home with me." You joked.

You gently wrapped around Zim's head with the toilet paper and did your best to keep it in place with the pieces of tape. Once you felt you had done all you could do, you left him to rest and hopped onto the couch beside him.

Gir eventually came back, this time with a jumbo bag of chips, and sat beside you, turning on the TV.

- - - - -

About an hour had passed and you were still mindlessly watching the Television with Gir. Both of you now stuffing your faces, sharing an obnoxious amount of snack food.

Then, to your surprise, in your peripheral vision, you noticed movement beside you. You turned your head to see Zim shuffling and groaning.

Eyes still closed, Zim slowly raised a claw to his head, rubbing the injured area. He felt the soft, indented texture of the toilet paper and made a confused grimace.

"ehhhhh?" Zim weakly let out as his eyes blinked open. It took a while for his vision to return, but when it did, his first sight was you in front of him, sitting on his couch.

HIS couch.

Zim then shot up, standing up on the couch and whipping a pointed finger to your face.

"AND WHAT EXACTLY ARE YOU DOING IN MY BASE!
House.
I MEANT HOUSE!!"

You looked up at him, and just as you opened your mouth to explain, he continued to feel around his head. His hand swept over his exposed antennae and his heart practically stopped.

Zim's face filled with shock, and then with fear.

Still stunned in place, he looked to the floor to see the location of his wig. What made it worse, was he slowly started to pull off the toilet paper and on it, he saw the stained patch of his blood.

"AAAAAAAAHHGGGGGGG!!!!!" Zim screamed.

Zim leaped on the armrest and rolled onto the floor. He got himself up, continuing to scream, and ran into the kitchen.

"ZIM WAIT!" You yelled, hopping off the couch and running after him.