[M/N] hummed as he began cleaning, Zim went off to get more Irken supplies for the household, more or less, more Irken sweets for the month. He had a day off from the bar and decided to clean up the base for the day. It has been lacking a proper clean up for days, Zim fiddling around with things In the lab while [M/N] worked seven days a week until two a.m.

So today [M/N] decided to clean, he even had his hair pulled up [or had a headband to keep your bangs away if you have short hair] and began cleaning the walls, broom the kitchen and living room floor, mopped and was currently doing the dishes with extra long yellow gloves. [E/C] focused on the different color dishes when the doorbell rings, making [M/N] sigh.

" Computer, is it the people who want me to know this God is my savior?" [M/N] asked, " I already have enough bibbles."

" It is not a bible person." The computer answered and [M/N] perked up, his eyes glanced at the door. " It is, the Dib."

[M/N] sighs, feeling annoyed that he had to answer the door now, for the Dib. " Of course, I wonder if he's back to ask Zim for his other antenna." After taking off his gloves, he placed them aside as he walked to the door, he unlocked it and opens it, sighing, " Look, Dib, zim is not here at the moment and the thought of you even talking to me is di-" [M/N] looked at him and his eyes widen in shock. His squeedlyspooch twisted into knots as he looked at the human teen.

Dib stood there, his arms to his sides and were a bit blood and his sweater was a bit ripped. His neck had bruises like a hand was squeezing it, his eyes were red and irritated like he was crying or he was high. There was some cuts on his face too, a growing bruise on his left cheek then the cut lip was still bleeding. " Oh, damn," Dib hissed as he wipes his cheeks, wincing when his hand rubbed at the bruise. " Sorry, I.."

" Get your human butt inside." [M/N] blurted out, he looked at him once more, they really did a number on this human teen. " Zim will be upset if I were to turn you away especially when your in this..." [M/N] gestures to all of Dib, " State." [M/N] moved to the side and Dib came inside, limping a bit. Dib sits on the couch as [M/N] sat beside him, his eyes glanced at the wounds.

" Computer, can you please take me and Dib down to the medical bay?" Without an answer, the couch lifted up and began sinking down into the floor. Dib grips the arm of the couch as [M/N] watched him, amused of course. He felt the couch going down, they passed many parts on the lab before the couch stops at an all white room with three metal tables and tools, three pods against the walls. [M/N] got off and Dib stumbled off the couch, almost landing on the floor if [M/N] didn't grasp his arm.

" You're not going to open me up, are you?" Dib asked, his voice sounded raspy and tired.

" No, you make my smeet happy at the moment." [M/N] said as he leads Dib to one of the pods, [M/N] opens the pod with his hand pressing against the panel. " Just get in, clothes off." Dib watched the taller with grimace. " What?"

" Can you like turn around?" Dib asked as he tugged at his sweater in a nervous fashion. [M/N] stared at the human before looking away, turning around to face the panel. He can hear a zipper go down, and clothes falling on the floor. " What now?" [M/N] didn't look back at Dib, " Just step into the pod and I'll close it. Once in there relax, it may feel ticklish but you'll be okay." Dib steps into the pod and it shuts behind.

[M/N] pressed the button and tiny lasers began scanning Dib's body, [M/N] picked up the clothes before laying them in the metal table, computer claws began to sew the clothes. " this kid looked like he had to been from hell and back." He hummed as he watched the claws fix the clothes before pulling them away and the clothes were fixed but bloody. " Computer, put the clothes into the washer then the dryer." The floor opens up and drops the clothes inside, he watched them leave before shutting the hole.

" Computer bring me the replacement clothes."

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" I look stupid." Dib grunts as he crossed his arms, " I look like a giant baby in a fucking onesie." Dib huffed and eyes stared down at the floor, his wounds were all clean and fixed but his muscles were sore. He sat on the couch, waiting for his clothes to be done.

" Suck it up, buttercup." [M/N] replies as he walked back to Dib with a ham and cheese sandwich, ones that Irk sends to him because the human kind tasted like crap. He offers the plate and Dibs takes it from the taller Irken. " Plus, you look cute in it." [M/N] teased a bit, of course it was just to tease the human while he wore a stitch onesie that Zim brought home one day. It was technically [M/N]'s But he didn't wear it unless Zim would've asked him.

" I look like a toddler." Dib said as he slowly takes a bite, humming at the taste and almost moaning at how good this tasted. It was not the shitty stuff they sale at the store, it tasted better and kind of sweet too. " What is this?"

" Ham and cheese." [M/N] said, his arms crossed as he watched Dib eat. " How long has your dad been beating you?"

Dib choked on his sandwich, he beats his hand against his chest but gasped out. " How..? Was it Zim?" Dib asked, he placed his sandwich down and watched as [M/N] hummed, pulling out a cigarette  from inside the couch cushion. His PAK pulled out a lighter and held it close to [M/N]'s face, it lights the cigarette and moved back into the PAK. " I thought you found smoking disgusting?"

" I do, only because you don't hide the scent afterword." [M/N] huffed as he stared at Dib, " Does he do this to Gazlene?"

" No. In fact, Gaz is the one beating him up but he keeps coming back like the stubborn fucker he is." Dib answered as he takes another bite of the sandwich, he looked at the taller Irken. This all confused him, he thought [M/N] hated his guts. [M/N] had told him how much he disliked him, how much he smelled like a foul dog, how much he disliked his taste of fashion, or anything like that. " I don't need your pity." Dib said as he takes the last bite of the sandwich. 

" You're not getting it." [M/N] replies coolly, " I don't like you, not even at a little. I am still pretty mad that you asked Zim for his antenna."

" It was a joke!" Dib protested but shrinks a bit when [M/N] glared at him, " I didn't think he would."

" But he did." [M/N] sighs as he takes another inhale of the cigarette, and puffs the smoke out, " The only reason why I can stand you is because Zim loves you." The tallest sighs, glaring at Dib with his [E/C] eyes. " And I rather have you bruised and hurt then dead, so would you like to move in?"

Dib looked at the Irken with wide eyes, his mouth hanged open and his throat went dry. " You just said that you didn't like me."

" So?"

" So? SO, why would you invite me to stay? Is it just because of Zim?" Dib pressed further, why would he help him? He doesn't get it at all.

" I just said because of Zim, nothing else. No alternative motive." [M/N] sighs as he hears the voot come upon the platform above. " He's home." [M/N] said as he heard Zim's soft patters of his boots walk around above. " Hold this, will ya?" [M/N] told Dib to hold his white stick and moved away a bit, Dib held it with narrowed eyes.

" DIB-BEE!" Zim squeals happily as he came down from the platform, GIR holding a bag of Irken theme foods. Zim rushed to him but then his eyes narrowed at the cigarette. He crossed his arms and pouts cutely, " Dib-Bee, I don't want to scold you but you can't smoke in the house! It will bother my daddy!" [M/N] had claimed that Dib smoking bothered him and the smell made him want to throw up but it was just another ruse to make Dib leave them alone.  " But I love it that you came here to wait for Zim!" Zim's scolding mood changed into his usual bright happy one thanks to the PAK.

" Yeah sure." Dib answered as he looked at [M/N] with narrowed eyes, " Plus, you might be seeing me more often, I need a place to crash for a while." Dib looked down at Zim who seemed to be bursting with happiness at the news, he looked away and added, " So I asked your dad, if I could."

" He begged a lot." [M/N] said as he stood up and began walking towards the kitchen. " I felt bad for him so I had no choice but to agree."

"  YAY! Dib-Bee! We're roommates now!" Zim beams up towards Dib before his pink eyes shifted towards the clothes, gasping even loudly, " You're wearing the stitch! You are just lovely!"

" Gee thanks, Zim." Dib rolled his eyes before feeling two small arms around his neck, he flinched but saw it was Zim just hugging him. Dib slowly untensed and closed his eyes, letting Zim hug him. Dib used one arm to hug Zim back, and that action made Zim purr happily.

He wouldn't mind having hugs from Zim every time they got home, since nobody would see him doing some affectionate shit but also wouldn't mind being fed by [M/N]. He just hopes one day, [M/N] wouldn't just out of the blue kick him out.

Though, as long as Zim was here, then he was safe for now.