Operation: Incentive - Invader Zim fanfic (ZADF)

Pride.

Dib had run out of the room, barely keeping in his tears.

Good riddance, thought Zim. He didn't want all of those filthy Urth germs all over his lab. But he still felt an inexplicable sadness.

Zim walked over to one of his screens, and pressed a button. It lit up promptly.

"Computer!" Zim called. "What will happen with the Dib?"

The screen flashed, and a monochrome list popped up.

"Process of the ......."

He really needed to come up with a name. Ah well. He read on.

"1. Area of injection will form a welt."

Dib was way past that.

"2. Area of injection will swell and nearby skin will shed - revealing Irken skin underneath."

Zim noticed that happening in class today, and although it pleased him to see an experiment working as planned, it reminded him uncomfortably of Pustilio.

"3. Area of infection will cause all blood passing through nearby to convert into an Irken blood type."

Zim couldn't prove it, but he thought that was done.

"4. Victim will experience sickness and expel all human organs: which will be replaced by a squidlyspooch during a period of unconsciousness."

Huh. So that was why Dib left during class.

"5. All skin will start to shed: outside organs will either be shed or converted to the Irken version."

His eyes were already transforming. The serum was perfect.

Zim turned off the screen. He didn't need to know more, he already knew he was perfect.

He swaggered away with a swing in his step. Today was a day for celebration!

He walked over to the largest screen and pressed a large pink button.

"Calling... The Almighty Tallest."

Zim waited and waited as the transmission rang, and was rewarded with a dull buzz.

"The Almighty Tallest are busy being Tall, please don't call back another time." said a monotone voice, while giggles could be heard in the background.

The transmission was cut off.

Ah well, Zim thought. They have an Armada to run... Maybe Ill go have some nacho cheese instead.

He took the elevator back up to the main room, where Gir was still seated in front of the TV. He sat down next to him and Gir tried to snuggle in for a hug.

"Ah! No! Germs!" said Zim sternly, to which Gir shed his disguise, and cuddled up to the Irken.

"This isn't that bad," Zim said to himself, and Gir nodded, perhaps in contentment.

They stayed like that for hours.
Just a robot and his master.
Maybe their shared warmth could block out the cold sadness permeating every inch of the room.