Test Subject - ZaDr Part 4

Zim slapped the front door of his base as he growled, baring his teeth. "STUPID DIB!" He shouted stomping across the room. "How, DARE HE touch ZIM in such a way!" He slammed his body against his couch, arms cross as he glared at the floor. 'Why did I need to like it?' He asked himself in his brain. He growled, pilling off his wig and throwing it the ground. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" she said as he took out his contact, slamming them to the ground as well. "That stink beast! Why did he touch me?! Why didn't he stop?! It's all his FAULT!" Zim shouted, holding his forehead and growling. "Stupid stupid...." He chanted again, more calling himself stupid then himself. Truely, he was speaking for himself, not Dib. It was Zim's fault, he didn't stop because he liked it. He could have easily slap him away...but he wanted to too much to do so. But, still he was confused as why Dib didn't stop...almost like he wanted it as well. Too many questions went around his head, too tired to care, so Zim just threw himself down onto the couch. He screamed into the arm rest, trying to get his anger and confusion out that way, only helping just a little.
Gir came in, holding a toy piggy. He looked at his master was a sad look spread across his metal face. "Masta? Watz wrong?" He walked over to Zim, resting a hand on his solder.
Zim sighed as his shoulders relaxed from the touch. "Nothing Gir. "He mumbled into the arm rest, turning his head over so only his eye could be seen.
"Did Mary hurt you? He only loves you.." Gir said, rubbing his hand on Zim's back with care.
Zim's eye twitched as he turned his head back into the arm rest, growling. "No. He does not love me." He said to himself. He pulled himself up, standing up a short time after. Gir moved out of Zim's way just in case he got hit. "No HUMAN! Will EVER love an Invader like me! Mostly that DIB BEAST with his TOUCHY FINGERS OF FILTH!" Zim shouted, eyes closed and fists clinched.
"Awww! You love Big headed kid! You want him to touch you with his fingers! EVERYWHERE!" Gir laughed with glee as he hugged the piggy he was holding.
Zim looked at Gir with shock and embressement. Over the years, Zim had picked up on some of the humans perverted humor, and could easily tell if something sounded normal, or 'wrong' as the humans called it. What Gir just said, he knew it was wrong and was counted as perverted. He blushed, stuttering for a reason, unknown to the confused alien. "N-No! N-never! I HATE when he TOUCHES ME! With...those...sticky fingers of his!" Zim crossed his arms, pouting to the side. He knew that was a lie. He liked being touched by Dib, even if it was a bump in the shoulder from bumping into him from the halls of school, or the angry stabbing finger and poked him into the chest as he tried to prove his lame ass point.
Zim sighed as he uncrossed his arms. "I'll be down in my lab, Gir. Don't disturb me. I need to think." he said, making his way to the toilet and flushing himself down.
Before the alien fell to the floor, he pulled his spider legs out to catch himself. He didn't want to walk anymore. His mind was thinking too much of Dib, then to do real movements. Zim held his hand to his chin, thinking deeply about what Dib just did to him, and how he felt. Zim felt a weird heat zap threw his body. He never felt that before. 'Is that normal? Is something wrong with my PAK?!' Zim asked himself in his head, now starting to panic. Zim fell to the floor, walking over to his computer. "Computer, check if my PAK is running right." He said, in a deep panic voice. The computer said nothing as some wires came out. Zim's PAK opened up as the wires went in, buzzings and clicking going on in Zim's PAK. Zim jolted forward a bit from the force of the wires and tubes hooking into him.
"No, Sir. Everything is fine." Spoke the computer calmly.
"Really? No lose wires? No strange electric shocks?" Zim asked.
"No Sir." The computer said again.
Zim sighed with relief, but still confused of that feeling he got from thinking of- Then it hit him. "THATS IT! That feeling! I got the same feeling when Dib toughed me!...But, what is it?!" Zim said, as he felt the wires and tubes leave his PAK. Zim stood there thinking for a bit, but nothing came to him. He tried to think of Dib, that feeling, the touching, but nothing. He sighed, his brain was tired out. Zim walked to the elevator, going up to his room to rest. "I'll talk to Dib about it later." He mumbled, hating to think about asking Dib anything.