#switch!dib

"Victory!" Zim cried out, holding up the camera as if the alien were a child winning a prize. Anything to get under Dib's skin, he supposed.

Speaking of Dib, the boy dusted himself off, standing up, clearly confused.

"What do you MEAN victory?! Your robot exploded and you didn't destroy me!"

"GAK–!" The two gasped as the tween lunged at Zim, bringing them both to the ground- getting into what you'll consider a struggle. Dib reached for his camera, trying his best to pin Zim underneath him; but the irken held on tight, holding the camera just out of his reach. Christ, was Zim annoying.

The tiny irken blinked once, twice, quickly coming up with a plan- improvisation will do. "It- It was a trick, yes!" He proudly exclaimed, stumbling over his words. "Eh, my plan was toooo, uh, steal this camera from you, sooo that youcouldn'tshowthesepictures, HA!!" The alien laughed, laughed at Dib with that characteristically full-of-himself laughter he's always had. The laughter that Dib's heard countless of times by now, yet it never got any less annoying– It's always annoying, when Zim thinks he's won. He hates him. He hates Zim, full on through. . . He will be getting his property back.

"Give it back, come on!!" He yelled out, attempting to reach for what was rightfully his once more.

Instead, Zim decided to hold it up, way above his head, out of Dib's reach.

"Nope! Nuh uh! No way! Nah ah!"

Dib groaned in annoyance, this was child's play! This was, like, something that even Gaz wouldn't do to him, and she was barely 10! He reached for his camera again, but Zim just switched it to his other hand- and again, and again. He groaned, he needed that camera!

"I said- Give. It. Back. Zim!" The tween yelled out, attemping to grab onto Zim's shoulders-

"NooooooHoHOhouPE!?"

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The two stopped their struggle– what was that?

Dib looked down, only to realize– he grabbed onto Zim's ribcage (that is, if he were human, that area would have been his ribs) more specifically, his higher ribs. And squeezed.

"...No way." The boy said to himself, in sheer disbelief. "You're not. There's no way you are-"

Dib looked Zim in the face- he was smiling.. except, it wasn't his usual deceiving smirk. No, it was..

It was a wobbly, nervous little grin which was threatening to split his face in two if Dib even moved a pinky right now. Dib's own grin couldn't grow any wider than it already was.

"Oh, this is too good." The sixth grader said to him, and before Zim could cry out a frantic "wait!" It was too late. Dib's hand began to squeeze Zim's higher ribs like mad, his other hand wandering to the other side of his ribcage.. where the same process began. Zim cackled.

"AEAHahaHE! W-WahAIT, DiHIB-WORM–!" The irken soldier shrieked through his loud, screechy laughs, his entire demenaour shifting to one of sheer giddy panic. Zim was being tickled! By a human nonetheless! And not just any human, no– it just had to be the pesky Dib! Of course it had to be him that discovers such weakness in Zim– He truly thought he left behind the tingly sensation once and for all when he decided to leave Foodcourtia.. Sizzlorr could be a real menace to his employees, that's all Zim will admit.

Nevertheless, he had a far bigger problem to deal with right now; Dib's maddening, tickly human fingers.

"NoHO, nOO, DiHiB-PEHEST, EnoHOhough! C-Cehehease your fihingers ahat once!!–" The irken giggled like a little smeet, and Dib did the unthinkable: he cooed at him.

"N'awwe, what's wrong, Zimmy? This tickling you? This ticklin' ya realll baddd?"

This human was evil. Truly, by all means, and all definitions, Dib Membrane was an evil human being!

"Y'know, i'll be perfectly fine with stopping if you just, oh, i don't know, gave me back the camera!"

...Well, that just wouldn't do.

"NehehEHAVAR!!" And yet, Zim's pride never ceased to amaze Dib- he pulled through, and he proceeded to keep the darn camera out of his reach, still, keeping his arm up. Dib smirked. This meant war. A rather unserious war, but a war nonetheless.

"Y'know Zim, i do wonder, since you do in fact posses a ribcage, how many ribs do you actually have?"

...

"GiiiiiiHIHIRRR!!"

It wasn't long before they were in a struggle once more, except this time, it was accompanied by Zim's shrill panicked cackles. Dib's small, precise fingers wiggled and scribbled wherever they could, leaving the alien in an earnest puddle of loud cackles and empty threats, constant feet kicks and cries for his robot companion to come save him. (Which, spoiler alert, did not happen.) It was almost as if this wasn't about the camera anymore, and it was just to keep messing with Zim (evil, as Zim said!!) As the two struggled, Zim pushed against the other, grabbing onto the boy's side– earning a sound which could best be described as a surprised yelp mixed with a snort. Oh, was it good to have one hand free– cause, as it turns out, humans are just as, if not, more ticklish than his kind.

"aaAEAha, no!! Nonohohononono, wahaitwaitZimdohon'tdothat–" Dib instantly hugged himself, his playful grin turning as wobbly and giddy as Zim's. And speaking of Zim.. he was smiling like he'd just received a gift from the allmighty Tallest. Holding onto the camera still, he used his other hand to wiggle his pointy irken fingers into the poor boy's underarm, sending the poor kid into a frenzy of loud, snort filled cackles.

"Z-ZIhiHIm!"

"Mnnn'whaaat?"

"ZihiHIM!!!"

"I know what my name is, human!"

It was amusing, watching Dib smile like that– Or, no, hearing Dib laugh was the most shocking part. For all the time he's spent on.. urth? Earth? Zim could not recall a time where Dib laughed so earnestly and uncontrollably. How amusing, truly.

He admired the sight of his giggling rival, his glasses fogging up with how red and warm his face had gotten- why was he tickling him again? Oh, right, that little camera of his–

"ehA!!"

Dib latched onto the irken's side once more, sending the camera flying out of his hand, landing somewhere a couple feet away. Except, Dib didn't run after it. No, he was far too busy wiggling his fingers all over the alien's torso, sending Zim into hysterics once more.

Zim simply had to flip them over again, digging his fingers into Dib's stomach.

"IhIhiHIIIII, IhIt TihihiHIcKleS, ZihIhiM!!"

"YOuhu stahaharted thIS!"

"YOuhr lahaugh's anahahaoyoningg!"

"YohoHours is stuhuhupid!!"

Oh well, the camera can wait.. afterall, Zim now had two free hands.. and Dib had two vulnerable sides.

Ohh my GOD I'M FINALLY DONE WITH THIS,, thank you for reading and i'm sorry that it's short,, i actually had fun with this one though. Reading it back it does sound ooc and its BAD like even for my fanfics this is badly written but oh well we ball. I love these two so so so much and the fact that they didn't get into a tickle fight during that scene is insane. I simply had to deliver justice for the fandom,, me and the other 8 iz tickle fluff fans are cheering rn/silly