Operation: Incentive - Invader Zim fanfic (ZADF)

Unlikely Solutions

Dib paced his room in a panic. There had to be some sort of reversal, some sort of solution? He had stripped off most of his clothes; there was now patches of green all over his body, like some diseased form of vitiligo. It couldn't end this way!

Dib always knew Zim was evil, but this was too far. He was a monster. Dib would have to watch his words from now on. Did all aliens take phrases this seriously? Or was it another case of Zim being an unhinged maniac?

Was Zim even "normal" in alien terms?

He tried to ignore his anger, but fury was coursing through his veins like liquid adrenaline.

He felt an innate urge to do something, anything! Find some unlikley solution, perhaps? Dib was confident in his abilities, but a species changing formula? He was new to those.

If only Zim was a human, he thought dejectedly. Then his amazing creations could benefit mankind!

A second later, he felt disgusted with himself. Wasn't this Zim's way of thinking? Hadn't Zim probably gone 'If only Dib was an Irken. Then his intelligence could benefit all of alienkind!'?

Was it Dib thinking these things? Or was it whatever was coursing through his veins?

Dib's knees buckled beneath him for the second time that week. He felt unclean, unworthy of this
planet. He had to get out of this body.

He stumbled over to his desk. He'd had notes on Irken biology there...
But all he found were torn up shreds, all over his desk and in his lampshade like confetti.

"Zim..." he whispered.

Ah. Well. No matter. He pulled his schoolbag towards himself and with some difficulty and got his Membrane Labs notebook out. He tapped in his code, and turned to a certain page, almost as a reflex, a process done so many times that it required no thought.

Dib's inventiveness was rewarded; he found his notes on Irken biology. He started reading the chapter, flipping pages at lightning speed when he was struck by several horrible realizations. If his estimates were correct,and they were almost never wrong, then Irkens needed PAKS to function. Dib didn't have one of those.

He either would have to find out how to make one... or grapple with the knowledge that once his humanity had been stripped away, he would simply shrivel up and die. And worst of all, his biology would be completely Irken, so he wouldn't be able to have meat in his last moments!

Dib scolded himself mentally.
"Don't think of what will be, just concentrate on not letting it happen." he stated to his empty room.

At least he would be able to stay on Earth if he somehow solved the PAK problem. No one would know, except him, Zim and maybe Gaz.

Really, Dib thought bitterly, not even my own father would realize.

This bitter thought made him come to his senses, and his pale knuckles tightened into a fist.

Even if this plot ended in his death, he would go down fighting.