Invader Zim ZADR: How did we get here?

Chapter 9: What's a birthday without Zim: Part 2

"Oh, uhm, I think I will just walk down the stairs myself if you don't mind-"

Zim must have heard his comment regarding having a personal slave, as Zim didn't stop at any point while Dib was talking, and interrupted him by unceremoniously taking him down the stairs.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow-" Dib said, as with every step his head bonked against the stairs. Gaz followed closely behind, and she couldn't help but smile, as she suddenly felt rather content with the situation. When they reached the end of the steps, it would have been an understatement to say that Dib looked less than thrilled. But he did keep quiet, deciding to see this as a lesson on why he shouldn't make mocking comments directed at the person currently dragging him.

She kept following them, right up to they went out the door. She then looked on from the doorframe, while they made their way down the street. When they were finally gone, she cursed at herself for forgetting to film it with her phone.

Zim continued dragging Dib all the way to the surprise destination, earning a fair share of puzzled, shocked, and judging looks from people all around the neighborhood. But it must have been too strange for even them, as they seemed unable to say anything in the way of comments or witty remarks. Not that they ever were that witty.

Dib at first had no idea where they were going, but then he started recognizing certain houses, and street names. It didn't take long before he realized that they were slowly making their way to where Zim was living. He entertained the idea that Zim might take him inside, but he thought that the alien would never willingly do that. Then he remembered Zim's confession, and suddenly the idea didn't seem so ludicrous. He was proven right in the end as they finally reached Zim's house. He took Dib through the lawn, and right up to the front door. With a grunt, he let go of one of Dib's legs and opened the door. And then with a few heavy jerks, he moved Dib inside. He then finally let go of Dib, letting his legs slap against the floor. He let out an exhausted sigh and wiped some sweat off his brow.

"Why are you so heavy you...fat...meat-bag!" He clearly wasn't satisfied with the insult, but in the end, he just shook his head and waved dismissively at Dib, before walking through the living room and disappearing into a room on the other side. Leaving Dib to look around the both familiar, and unfamiliar house he has been observing from the outside for so many years. It had been some time since he had last managed to get inside.

He stood up, and wobbled for a bit, getting used to using his legs again. Once he was standing firm, he looked around with no small wonder. There wasn't anything in the living room that could give away that it was an alien base. It was just...strange. And that painting of what looked like a monkey was seriously creeping him out. He continued looking around, nearly afraid to take any steps. He then started rubbing off all the dirt and filth that had accumulated on his back, after having been dragged for so long. Once he couldn't feel any clumps of dirt or pieces of trash, he was satisfied. He then quickly checked his pockets.

'Yep. Forget my camera. Of course, I forget my camera.'

Dib was a bit bummed out after discovering that, but then he wondered if he could manage to steal anything from the house. Hopefully some alien technology.

Then as if the house could read his mind, he felt something staring at him. He looked slightly up and saw on the ceiling ahead of him, some kind of camera with a glowing red lens. Pointed directly at him. He stared at the camera, and it seemed to stare back. He couldn't help but gulp.

'...Maybe I should just keep my hands to myself.' He wisely decided.

"ARE YOU COMING HUMAN?!! I'M WAITING!!!" Zim yelled from somewhere in the house, though Dib could guess it came from a room right next to the living room.