To Which Our Future Holds (A ZaDr Story)

Chapter 12

Dib stood up and looked around feeling extremely disoriented in the dark. "W-where?" Dib turned around to find himself in a small dimly lit purple room. In front of him was a small round window sitting above a metal frame bed, a desk with several computer screens flickered to his right, a closed closet door to his left, the walls, covered in posters and pictures. "This is my room." Dib thought "From when I was in school"
Two figures came rushing in from the doorway behind him. Dib stood in shock as he saw who they where. There was himself, well a younger version of himself, and Zim.
Dib's heart dropped as he realized what was in front of him, "N-No" he pleaded to whatever force was out there, "Please not this, anything but this."
The young Dib turned around facing Zim, who had taken off all of his disguise allowing his anteni to be seen twitching nervously. "This is all your fault." the younger Dib snarled light glinting across his glasses.
"Don't say that" Dib tried to plead with himself.
"I hate this, I hate You!" He roared, his back turned the irken who's anteni fell back with the accusation.
"None of this would've happened if you would have stayed out of this! I would have been better off if you left Earth!"

Zim pulled his hands up to his chest as if in plea, something that the prideful irken had never done before. "The Dib doesn't actually mean that r-right?" He let out a faked laugh as if the Dib had only just been joking.
Dib tried to call out from where he was observing the cruel memory to tell him it wasn't true, that this really was some sick joke. But the Dib who lived within the memory had no such mercy. "Zim, Get Out. Now." he snarled, an icey fire in his voice.
Zim's anteni hung limp at his sides, his gaze falling to the floor all hope dropped from his voice "Z-Zim is sorry. Zim will just come back later..."
The young Dib turned and looked at Zim "No. I Don't Ever Want To See You Again!"
"O-oh.." the irken replied "I'll just leave then, Z-Zim is sorry for upsetting the Dib."
Zim turned and leaned out the window "I Zim promise never to bother the Dib Again." and with that he dissappeared leaving the two Dibs alone, the room seeming to shrink around them as they stood, both alone despite eachother.
"Why Didn't we go after him? Why didn't we stop him? Why did we ever lie to him like that?" Dib tried to run to the window to stop Zim, but the floor seemed to wrap itself around his legs. "Why Can't I Ever Catch Him!?"
"ZIIIM!" Dib cried out pulling harder against the floor, untill it's hold gave way allowing him to fall with a painful thud onto his living room floor. "Just a dream.." He muttered.

Dib got up off the floor and winced with the pain "Ouch.... what time is it?" Dib glanced over to the clock only to panic as he noticed the time. "Oh Curses! why didn't anyone wake me up!?" He practically yelled as he tried to get his bearings "Is Ash up yet? What about Lizzy? she should be at work already! And I haven't even gotten ready for the day!" Dib rushed towards the stairs before he noticed a bright pink note taped to the fridge, 'Dear Dib,' it read. 'don't worry about Ash I've got him. Take the day off.'
Dib let out a relived sigh, "Well that's something I've got to hand it to Lizzy for, she always has been good at keeping on top of things." Looking down at the ground Dib's gaze became more somber "She honestly deserves someone better..."

After grabing a fresh set of clothes Dib walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Striping off his shirt Dib glanced at himself in the mirror.
It was impossible to tell when Dib had a shirt and his long coat on, but covering his torso where many types of long, deep, and thin scars that patterned his body. He had a large wide one that covered most of his left shoulder, two deep parallel ones on his right side that wrapped from his back to his stomach, and multiple three lined scratch marks on his arms, hips, chest, wrist, and legs. "Why did I think this was a good idea?" he muttered to himself before stepping into the warm running water.

"Sometimes I can't decide whether I want to spend this day remembering you, or wishing I could forget you." Dib spoke as if Zim was sitting there listening "When you disappeared, you did really well... The pictures, the videos, my notes, all gone. In fact I could almost believe you never existed in the first place, that perhaps you really where just some insane hallucination I made up."
Dib slid his hand across one of the scars that rested just over his heart "But when I stood in front of a mirror, and I looked at all my scars. I'd be forced to remember."
Dib stoped talking and looked up into the water, tracing his hands across the different scars remembering vividly how he got each one, Zim's voice still echoeing at the back of his mind.
"You see Dib, every scar you get is proof of our belonging."
"Belonging?" Dib remembered questioning.
"Yes," Zim said reaching up and placing his hand over Dibs heart. "You Belong to Zim" he had said, his claws biting down into Dibs flesh. "And Zim," he said bringing Dib's hand to rest over where his own heart would be. "Belongs to Dib."
The two of had stayed like that for a while before Zim had leaned in closer to Dib. "Tear Zim's body apart" he had commanded "And build it back as Dib's."

Dib pulled back into the present his cheeks flustered and the shower running cold. He quickly finished washing himself off before wrapping a towel around his waist, feeling far more miserable about the day now than when it had started.

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