꧁☾⁂★ "The Conspiracy of Us" (Zim x Reader) ★⁂☽꧂ ROUGH DRAFT

꧁☾ ★⁂ Chapter VIII ⁂★ ☽꧂

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{Y/N} = Your name

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My eyes slowly opened, and recoiled when my vision was obscured with a painfully bright light. My eyelids couldn't even protect my eyes, as the excruciatingly bright light pierced through them, I thrashed and found that my wrists and ankles were bound. "What the fuck?!" I screamed, thrashing harder, my senses were coming back to me, I felt a pain in my
arm. I glanced down and saw a foreign-looking object sticking out of my arm, it was a tube, it seemed to be buried deep into my arm, it was pumping a pink liquid in. I also realized I was only in my bra and underwear. Strangely, I felt refreshed, I was in excruciating pain but there was no blood, the tube looked like a part of me. I wasn't parched, hungry, or tired, I was hyper-alert, and a tune to all that was going on around me. I looked down and realized there was a similar-looking tube attached to my belly button. This time the tube was pulsing to the rhythm of my heart. I shut my eyes again for a few moments, before a shadow loomed over me, blocking out the light, I gasped and opened your eyes. "Zim?"

He covered my mouth, and peered down at the tube on my stomach. It was pulsating faster and faster, the color of the liquid inside turned a royal blue when his skin made contact with mine. I stared into his eyes, tears welling in the corners of mine. "Are you going to scream? Human screams are terribly annoying, especially feminine screams." I blinked. He was serious, this has to be a joke, I was in way, way too deep with this boy. He stared down, expecting an answer. Slowly, I shook my head. He took his gloved hand off my lips. "Computer dim the lights." The bright light slowly dimmed and became much less harsh. Zim smoothed his hair back, there was a scar on his cheek, it was from my nails as if he read my mind, he gingerly reached up and touched the scar, and a flash of anger crossed over his face. He walked over to my arm and pried the tube out. "You had to go and fuck things up, {Y/N}."

I had so many questions, but I couldn't find the courage to open my mouth. "You're so unlike the rest of all the people on this planet, but you're so reckless! And you go off with Dib for a few hours, and he got into your head!" Zim was pacing around now, angrily. "I tried to win over your trust with the shitty painting and I tried my best to keep you from Dib, I thought if you went off with him you'd see how stupid he was!" Zim stomped his foot, he was throwing a full-on tantrum. "I even touched your disgusting human FINGERS! And I let that human worm child- thing- trip me indent of the whole school to win your pity!" I flinched in surprise, and he faulted. He ran his hands through his hair, but the perfectly kept locks of hair fell onto his forehead, even it looked defeated. He stamped his foot again. "I never wanted to disrupt your pitiful little life but you got to close." he walked over to me and started working on my wrist again, he took out the tube, he stared down at the hole in my wrist as it quickly started gushing blood, I gasped. Zim took a tube of cream out of his pocket and rubbed it around the hole, the scent was unfamiliar to me, like the tubes, it was alien. He rubbed the cream in around the hole, my skin closed immediately around it, and scabbed up, just as quickly the scab turned into a scar. Nauseous, I turned my head to the side as I felt the same thing happen to the tube on my stomach.

Zim took off the last restraint off my arm, I sat up but immediately felt sick and dizzy. I hadn't said a word, I couldn't say a word, whatever he put inside me made me so sick I could only say a few words. When he took it out of me I immediately felt like shit. "Come here." he said gruffly, picking me up. I leaned against his chest. "You humans are too fragile." I shut my eyes, as he brought me up an elevator and what I think was down a hall. He laid me down on a soft bed and under the covers. Wait. This was familiar, this was my bed, I knew the familiar scent of the sheets. I tried to open my eyes, but I only had the strength to squint, Zim moved the hair out of my face. My vision blurred, and I fell into a deep sleep.

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I turned on my side and sighed. Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked around the familiar bedroom. But I knew better. My room was warm and comfortable, this place was cold, I had a claustrophobic feeling as if I was deep underground. I had windows, but it was completely dark on the other side, giving it the illusion of night. I struggled to remember what happened, Zim had done something to me, I recall the tubes, being sick, and him carrying me. I sat up. 'Those tubes, what on earth had he stuck inside my body?!' There was something going inside me- something pink, I needed to find out what he'd done to me. Irrationally, I looked around my lookalike room for something sharp. There was nothing I could use, all of my draws were empty. Thinking fast, I ran to the window and threw yourself against it. It shattered and shards of glass fell on the floor, it had made a ton of noise, I had to do this quickly. Somehow I felt Zim was on his way here.

I picked up a shard of glass and ripped into the back of my hand. In movies people would always cut across their palm, I never understood why it was much more inconvenient and much more painful with all the nerves. I signed in relief when a steady stream of crimson blood ran down my hand and forearms. "WHAT THE HELL?!" the blood on my arm wasn't blood anymore. I gripped your wrist, my other hand now slick with a pink liquid that flowed much slower than my blood. The door burst open and my eyes locked with a furious looking Zim. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?."

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