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Chapter Four

Soon all of Zim's tremors just seemed to halt. He pulled himself back up onto all fours, extending his head up with his neck still cocked at an awkward angle so he could see Dib's face. He parted his lips into the grin again, beginning to screech out in a single laughter with that eerie 'e' sound again.

The sight of that haunting grin seemed to paralyze the boy as he slowly let himself down to the floor, wrapping himself in a fetal position as he rocked himself very stiffly as if to comfort himself. Violent shivers also shook him as the cackle rung in his ears as they only intensified the dread he was already feeling.

Zim slowly began to drag himself over to him, seeing him as wounded prey now. His limbs still had trouble taking turns, looking even more like a creature in dire need of an exorcism.

Dib's eyes expanded as the other drew closer to him. He didn't blink now since in his mind, blinking only made him made him more vulnerable than he already was, even though he would only lose sight for just a millisecond.

Zim watched him, a crazed smile that if it were a little less insane, could have looked like he was thrilled to see him. "IB.." He spoke slower, as if admiring the way it came out of his mouth. Somehow, the Irken had only recovered a portion of his long time enemy's name. He had up to this point only referred to him as 'IB' now.

Despite the previous fear of taking his eyes off the other, Dib buried his head in his knees as a sort of escape from the blood-curdling simper on Zim's face. The name, IB, rung through his head endlessly, almost accepting it as his real name now since that was the only one he had heard all day.

Zim finally stopped right beside him, dropping right against his side and actually losing consciousness. Those hollow eyes finally slipped closed and his mouth still remained parted. By how he slept, it almost looked like he were just normal Zim taking a snooze. But what lie beyond that sleeping refuge was a nightmare world he had created to live through in the waking world.

It was quiet again, which confused the boy since the last he had seen, Zim was coming at him with intentions to attack once again. He lifted his head very slightly and looked around, seeing no sign of the Irken. That was until he looked down at the floor to see him passed out beside him.

The sight of him sleeping now seemed to all but settle him. The fact that he looked so normal in his sleep, despite the blood that stained his skin and clothing, only added to his distress. He found himself forcing himself to believe that Zim was in fact sane now and that he would wake up as his normal self. It just seemed so real now, even though his breathing was rather uneven and obviously not normal.

Dib couldn't help but smile very weakly at this as he was slowly starting to believe his own fantasy was real. He outstretched a hand and hovered it very closely over Zim's shoulder, though he never let it touch. Instead, he took a moment to run his eyes over the other's body, taking in every detail, mostly his peaceful expression.

Zim's body hadn't changed any except maybe it had become even more lithe than before. And of course, he was covered in blood up his arms and his head. Down his cheeks and from his eyes there was a long straight line of puffed up skin, like a burn from the tears.

Finally, Dib had built up the courage to rest his hand upon Zim's shoulder, rubbing it very softly with his thumb. It wasn't a romantic act, more of just one that resulted from deep concern and longing.

"What happened, Zim?" Dib whispered, expecting the other to respond within several seconds.

Zim only gave a low 'screeee...' sound before remaining quiet and motionless again. Whatever had happened had obviously been enough to send the Irken deep into an irreversible psychosis. This was leading him to harm not only himself, but target Dib as well.

Dib's exhausted smile lingered on his face as his thumb continued to move lightly along Zim's shoulder. He attempted to reassure himself that everything would be fine now as he slipped deeper into his fantasy that the Irken would wake to be normal again, even though he was anything but normal before. He took in a deep sigh and rest his chin on his knees as he continued to watch the other.

But by the way Zim gripped his wrist now in his slumber seemed anything but reassuring. He'd always been maniacal before, and now he was maniacally insane. Now his new mission seemed to shift to destroying Dib, or IB as he claimed him to be.

This action snapped the fantasy from Dib's mind now as he could sense this as a dangerous grip rather than one of comfort. At this, the boy seemed to accept his fate as Zim's target. It was almost funny to think about actually... He had been pursuing the Irken for many years, waiting for the day he had finally cornered him. Now, the roles seemed to switched as it was Zim who was waiting for the day to finally catch 'IB' as he called him.

The boy whimpered as he pulled at his arm, trying desperately to escape the grip without waking Zim.

Zim's eyes shot open and he tightened his hold on Dib's arm significantly. "IB..." He screeched again, yanking to try and pull his arm out of socket a second time today.

Dib squealed in pain as his arm was pulled about, actually hearing a few small cracks which brought short shots of pain along with them. "STOP!" He pleaded in a cracked voice.

Zim bared his teeth to him, tugging on his arm. "IB!! ANSWER!!" He screeched at him, still seeming to be wanting an answer to the garbled sentence he had spoken at school that was still to this point, unable to be identified.

Dib cried out at the grimacing expression on Zim's face as it added more stress to the already unbearable situation. He tensed his body up, hoping this would keep the other from completely tearing his arm apart. "Y-you want me dead?!" He cried out with hopes that this is what Zim was looking for.

Zim gave that psychotic grin now as he stopped pulling. He reached forward and slid his bloodied hands across Dib's cheeks as if lovingly. "Answer.." He forced out again, staring straight into his eyes with that psychotic expression frozen on his face.

Dib closed his eyes and shivered at the touch for a moment, opening his eyes once the had slid half way down his cheeks. He stared, frozen as he came to terms with this truth now as well. The Irken really did want him dead...

Zim's face soon darkened into one that looked like impatient anger. "IB!!" He screeched again, his claws cutting into his cheeks. "KILLS!!" He screamed, his hands trembling against his cheeks.

Dib squealed and ripped his head up, though this only drug the embedded claws through his skin which created deep cuts that seeped crimson blood. He ended up losing his balance as well, falling backward on the floor and looking up wildly to see the door very close to him now. He rolled himself around so he was on his belly now, pulling himself to his knees and reaching out for the knob.

Zim reached a hand out from his sprawled position on the floor, holding his hand out weakly for him. "C..Come...back..." He rasped weakly as he stared at him hollowly as he tried to reach the door to escape him.

The tone of Zim's voice was almost needy and sorrowful and that in itself had quite an impact on the boy. He looked over his shoulder slightly to see the outstretched hand and he let out a whimper as this only intensified the effects of this. Dib struggled to escape this trap as he made it to the door, placing a hand on the knob and turning it slightly but hesitating to go any furthur.

Zim looked furious now as that mouth parted with a rage filled cry as he continued to stare him down with wild eyes that had every intention of attacking him. He weakly began to claw his way toward him, leaving more smears of blood in his path toward him.

This was enough to convince the boy of of his spell and open the door completely now, slamming it shut behind him as he rushed down the hallway and towards the stairs. He had miscalculated a few steps along the top though and ended up tumbling violently down. He smashed into the wall below, creating a large dent in it. He groaned and took a moment before working his way to his feet since this pain mixed with the rest seemed to stun him quite a bit.

Once to his feet, Dib rushed towards the kitchen and threw himself towards the drawers, opening and closing several in an attempt to find something. Seconds later, he pulled out what he was looking for; a large clever with a rather reflective blade as it hadn't been used much before. His reflection caught his attention for a moment and he examined himself.

His hair was rather messy and his face was so deeply cut from the claws, which were sure to leave scars once they healed. Dib's eyes looked weary, desperate and just plain scared. Though his hands shook violently so he wasn't able to get a clear vision of himself, but what he did see seemed to give him some discomfort.

At a particular jerk, there was a slight flash of green that could be seen from the mouth of the kitchen now, but only just a glance as the jerk had soon brought it away from that particular area. Dib's eyes strained more at this as he snapped around to see the crazed Irken before him, staring just as blankly as he had before. He stared for a moment before slowly, and shakily, raising the clever over his head as he tried to threaten the other.

"D-don't make me do something I'll regret.."

Zim didn't seem to understand what he was saying though as he began to almost limp toward him. "IB.." He forced out again, keeping his hand out for him while his other arm hung limply down in front of him.

Then, Dib jumped at Zim and grabbed a hold of the outstretched arm, pulling him over to the kitchen table and pinning it against the surface. He continued to hold the clever over his head as he intended on taking the limb off. All it took was one forceful swing...

Zim screeched as he thrashed against the restraining hold on the table. "IB!! IB!!" He continued to scream, as if almost trying to plead with him with the little rash thought he had. He slammed his forehead repeatedly against the table, continuing to scream.

Dib winced at the other's headed banging against the table as if it were his own. After this reaction, he couldn't bring himself to cut off the other's limb, even if it were a threat. Instead, he lowered the blade to Zim's forearm and pressed it against the limb, digging it down deep so it ripped the uniform and the skin beneath it as he dragged it up very slowly. This action drew a good amount of blood and was mostly intended to make a point that the boy was going to fight back against his attacks.

Zim continued to screech as he thrashed around and twitched. He turned his head to an awkward position and began biting his own forearm, as if feeling the only escape was to gnaw off his arm now.

Dib continued to move the blade so agonizingly slow that it almost took him a full minute to run the blade completely up his forearm. Once he felt that he had made his point, Dib released the arm and stepped backward a little, panting heavily as he comprehended what he had just done.

Zim stumbled back and hit the wall after a moment, eyes still staring hollowly at the human standing a ways away from him. "IB!! KILLS!!" He screeched as he kept his wounded arm dangling now and began to limp toward him again with a hiss of rage.

Dib dropped the clever where he stood and dashed towards the Irken, out of the kitchen and towards the front door. He unlocked it and ripped it open, rushing to the end of his yard and searching desperately for anyone. No one in particular, just someone who may help him.

He spotted a woman who seemed busy on the phone, but that didn't seem to matter to him as he dashed towards her and grabbed her arm in a distressed grip, staring up at her with a distraught expression. The woman jumped a bit in his grip, pulling the phone away from her ear and staring at him, though she seemed disillusioned just from the look on his face.

"P-please help me.." Dib started of in a shaking tone. "T-there's a psycho alien in my house trying to kill me!"

"Uh.." She started before she was interrupted.

Dib pointed up to his cheek with his free hand, looking more strained as he did so. "He did this to me!! He did all of this to me! Please help me!" He screeched as he motioned to the seeping wounds that scarred his flesh.

The woman seemed eager to get out of his grip now as she tugged against him, eventually working her way free. "It's... Just in your head..." She suggested as she practically jogged away from him.

Dib wiped the blood from his cheeks now and held out his hands shakily to no one in particular but to anyone who would bother looking. "He did this to me! Please help me!!" He screamed in agony.

Wherever anyone looked though, there was no alien out trying to get the boy. To them, it was just the neighbourhood's disturbed kid who's rich and famous father probably sighed disappointingly over everyday. And, of course, no one ever believed a word out of his mouth.

Dib had managed to scout out two boys walking home from skool and he made his way clumsily towards them, holding his hands out to them to reveal the blood that stained them. "P-please help me... Zim's going to kill me.." His tone was rather needy now, but of course the boys paid it no mind as they just ran past him to avoid anymore interaction with him.

People down the street were now paused to stare at him oddly and a bit frighteningly. A kid nearby frowned more and shuddered at the deranged Membrane. "Dude... you need some serious help..." He commented before walking briskly away to try and get away from the craziness.  

"N-no.. I'm not crazy! He's in there!" Dib shouted as he motioned towards his house, looking again for anyone who would pay him any mind.

Soon enough, everyone just went about their own business again and left the poor boy alone. There again, no one had believed him and a good percentage had just called him insane once more.

Dib had soon lost hope and stood with his eyes closed for a moment before opening them to slowly return to his house. He stood at the edge of the yard, staring at the house which seemed to haunt him now just from the sight of it. A place where he used to feel so safe had turned into a living hell for the boy in just a matter of hours. He hated the idea of going back in there from the fear that he would endure more attacks, but where else was he to go?

The Irken could be lying just beyond that door, waiting for his IB. He could even be back in his room, just waiting for him to fall asleep and become vulnerable to him. He was going to get his IB eventually.
Woo I am just knocking these out! For now. XD I will probably take a bit of a break after this one just because I really need to be working on school work. But this is just too much fun! You have no idea how cool it is to go back and edit this. c: I love it.

So here is chapter four! I think it's kinda long.. 6 pages? I don't know.

I hope you guys like it. c: I re-wrote all of my parts so I'm sorry if they sound odd. XD I didn't really proof read.

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Chapter Three

Upon realizing there was no sign of the Irken even making an attempt to get into his house, Dib felt it were safer to be in there now than outside so he rushed towards it in quite a hurry. Once he had burst in the door, he slammed it furiously behind him and turned to lock the door for an extra sense of security. Hopefully Gaz had a key to the house so she wouldn't bother him with her obnoxious banging as she did quite often.

After locking the door, Dib turned his back to it and leaned against it, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself after all of the stress he had endured that day. Unfortunately, he could only think of Zim as he stood there, images of that haunting grin flashing in his memory.

The boy let out a groan of both agony and frustration as he headed towards the downstairs bathroom, pulling out a first aid kit to bandage his wounds before heading up to his bedroom hoping that some relaxation would help to clear his mind. Of course when he flicked the light switch on the wall next to his door, the light bulb in his ceiling fan had burnt out, leaving the room dark except for the cracks of light filtering in through the window. This only led to shadows playing against the wall and moving around on the paint as people walked down the sidewalk or when cars drove by.

Dib just paused where he stood now, almost as he did when he was faced with the Irken, watching the shadows dance along the wall. Finally he was able to move towards his bed and sit quietly on it, though his eyes only returned to the shadows along the wall. He stared at them intently as he adjusted himself towards the headboard of the bed and brought his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs. For a split second, one shadow seemed to take the form of Zim. He blinked and shook his head as if trying to shake off the image. The boy began to chuckle very softly to himself now, though the tone of it was rather eerie and almost deranged.

"It's not real.." Dib whispered out loud to himself.

It was eerily quiet now compared to the loud screeches of Zim at both school and when near Dib. There was no telling when the demented little Irken would make another attempt on him when he was in a state of vulnerability equal to his own mental vulnerability.

Dib was growing more anxious and paranoid by the minute though as he continued to watch the shadows with such intensity. Eventually he had gotten himself out of the bed and began to pace along the floor, reaching up the rub his temples rather roughly as he continued to glance at the shadows almost every five seconds. "You're being ridiculous, Dib." He thought to himself.

That was until one particular shadow on the wall took Zim's head shape pretty straight on. It stayed that way for a while too, even when he blinked. Only when he looked to the window could he see those vacant eyes staring in on him now as he paced, as if he were a starved zombie helplessly watching his prey and unable to break the glass.

The boy closed his eyes in distress for a few seconds, hoping the shadow would be gone by now. Once he had opened his eyes, he found the shadow still lingered, and it seemed to grow more lifelike and horrifying by the second. This sent Dib sliding down to his knees on the floor, almost as if this really were Zim in his bedroom and he was accepting the fact that the other would be tearing him to shreads, letting out a low and drawn out whine as he did so.

Of course then there was the howling of the wind as it picked up in a breeze. It sounded very similar to the rush of air Zim had to let out each time he was recovering from a blank trance, and the harsh force of air out with each word. The sounds resulted in Dib's head snapping around to glare wildly at the window, pulling himself up to get a better look as if expecting Zim to be on the other side of the glass. Of course, there was nothing.

After another intense moment of staring, Dib turned his attention back towards the wall where the shadow had been, and there was no sign of anything that looked even remotely like the deranged Irken. It had all been a hallucination.

Then there came the scraping on the window from the tree. At any other time, it was barely audible, but with the acute fear, it had amplified itself. Like the sounds of those claws grating against the table to get him to his feet, and the same claws that had wounded him that same day.

The terrible sound made the boy practically jump out of his skin and grab a hold of his wounded arm as if he were protecting the gash from any further attacks. As the branches continued to scrape against the glass, it seemed to grow louder and louder to the point where it was just unbearable. Dib's eyes slammed shut and his palms returned to his ears as he attempted to block out the agonizing sounds, which were still slightly audible though they were muffled. Soon, it had just fell dead silent again. No howling wind, no terrible scraping. Just silence. At this, Dib's eyes opened and his hands lowered as his gaze returned to the window once more.

And then, the crazed Irken really appeared to him. Zim was suddenly thrown against his glass, hissing and banging his fists against the barrier between them. The glass that was keeping the human safe was beginning to crack threateningly.

Just as before, Dib was frozen where he stood, watching the crazed Irken in complete horror as he attempted to break through the glass which he knew would shatter soon enough if Zim continued to bang on it with such intensity. The boy's heart rate increased to the point where it felt it would explode from his chest at any moment.

Zim gave loud screeching sounds as he continued to hit the glass. One hand finally smashed through the glass, arm shoving through the jagged hole and slicing up his arm. He clawed and scraped at the air as a zombie might trying to snatch at their victims, translucent pink blood running down his arm and trickling onto his carpet as he seemed immune to the pain.

Dib backed up very stiffly towards the wall behind him, hitting it within only a few seconds. He continued to stare in horror as his breathing grew to the point where he was hyperventilating and shaking violently where he stood. He murmured lowly to himself, almost like he was trying to comfort himself as the insane Irken scraped mercilessly against the glass.

Zim's other arm thrust through another shattered hold as he tried to reach him. The glass finally gave out and shattered all around him, leaving him hissing and spitting as he crawled through the window like a person needing an exorcism might do. He looked up at Dib, his lips curling up and mouth parting as he gave that smile. He seemed only different in the fact that he had lost his contacts during the struggle, leaving very hollow and blank magenta eyes, completely solid in color.

Dib winced as the other stared at him as if looking at them actually caused him physical pain. His murmurs grew a bit louder and more intense now as he slowly brought his arms over his chest as if preparing himself for an attack. "Z-Zim... Stop.." He spat out in between murmurs in a rather childish tone.

Zim was still wobbly on all fours when he was just standing, causing him to sway. He hissed and threw himself off balance, knocking Dib's nightstand over. "KILLS!!" He screeched at him, having trouble deciding which limb moved first as he half crawled, half dragged himself toward the other like a dying rabid animal.

Then, it was like the boy's instincts finally took over. He needed to either run or fight, and right now he decided to fight. Dib stood tall now, lowering his arms stiffly as he made his way rather angrily towards the Irken. Before either of them had even a moment to draw a breath, Dib had pulled his left leg all the way back behind him and threw it right into Zim's midsection as hard as he could.

The Irken went sprawling out on his floor, hissing with a screech as he twitched and convulsed as if it had thrown him into some kind of seizure. He soon just went completely limp, eyes still wide and mouth parted as if he had just died that way. His chest was almost unseen moving to take breathes, giving the illusion of death.

After seeing that Zim didn't even seem to be breathing now, Dib naturally bent down very slowly to examine the other. That one kick couldn't have been enough to kill him, even though it was very harsh. But Zim seemed to be so unnaturally still now that the boy had come to the conclusion that he just had to be dead. A rather uneasy smile creased his face, and it appeared almost as strained as Zim's had, at the thought of all of this being over so soon.

"It's... Over..." He muttered to himself, his body relaxing quite a bit.

Of course, Zim's death was just an illusion. The second Dib had convinced himself of this, Zim screeched and shot up suddenly. He sank his teeth right into the side of his neck, claws latching onto the sink of his shoulders and feet buried firmly into his stomach in a strange hold.

Dib let out a scream in torment at the sudden attack, losing his balance and falling harshly on his back while the other dug so deeply into his skin. Tears actually began to form in the corners of his eyes at the intense pain that struck his body with such force as each tearing motion just intensified the throbbing discomfort. His hands weakly came up to grab a tight hold of Zim's waist as he tried to pry the alien off of him desperately but only succeeding in pulling the feet off of his stomach.

Zim continued to bite and suckle like a diseased vampire trying to tear out his jugular. His claws sunk down further, as if determined to get right down to touch the bone of his shoulders.

Dib continued to let out screams of agony, even calling for his father and Gaz to come and help him though no one was even home. His breathing grew stiff and shallow as the pain had gotten so intense now he was almost growing numb to it. Again, his instincts finally took over as he pulled both of his hands up to knock off the other's wig and grab firmly to the antennae, ripping at them and digging his fingernails into them very harshly.

Zim's jaws seemed to snap open at that, screech loudly so close to the human's ear. He jerked and convulsed against him, claws swiping at both air and flesh as he was in pain as well. He kicked his legs out in a thrash to try and pry himself away.

In Dib's mind, he felt no mercy now but just even now between them. Zim had caused him pain so now was his time to make the alien suffer as badly as he had. He continued to yank and dig at the antennae with more intensity, not seeming to care about the fact that his skin was being slashed with each swipe of Zim's claws.

Zim finally just stopped all together except for those gurgling messes of screams. Blood ran down from both his arms and antennae, some his own, some of it Dib's.

Dib took this chance to throw the other off of him with a significant amount of force as he pulled himself up from the ground and retreated back against the wall he had come from before. He let out shallow breaths mixed with small whines as he examined the blood seeping from his torn flesh. The pain was becoming more apparent now that he was paying attention to it and he cursed angrily under his breath. The shrill screams coming from Zim seemed to snap him back to the reality of the situation though as he looked back to the other, shivering violently and starting to murmur to himself once more.

Zim weakly dragged himself across his room a moment, screaming in distraught as he left a streak of that foreign blood across his floor. It took him quite a bit of time to claw his way to the window again, pawing at the wall and leaving gouged claw marks down it trying to grab for the windowsill.

The boy was rather frustrated and distressed now and seeing his insane enemy only increased the instinct to attack. Before he had a moment to think a second time about this, Dib was on his feet and rushing towards the other, standing over him a moment before reaching down and picking him up by his collar and slamming him against the wall.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" He screamed at the Irken, mostly in a tone of distress and agony rather than anger. Without realizing it, he pulled Zim off of the wall and slammed him into it again, grabbing his wrists in each hand and pinning them against it. "SPEAK, YOU STUPID SHIT!!!" He shouted, again in a tone of distress.

"AWAY!! AWAY!!" Zim screeched as he convulsed more against the wall as if trying to stroke out again from being slammed so violently. He continued to scream like someone melting slowly from being burned alive, thrashing and even snapping at the others face.

Once more, Dib slammed him against the wall with just as much forced as the last two times. "JUST STOP!!" He wailed in response.

Zim continued to scream as he thrashed and what seemed like tears leaked from his eyes. He never blinked though despite the liquid, and it looked as if it burnt his cheeks where they leaked. "IB...ZIM.." He forced, the rest again melting into choked gargles.

At sight of the tears, Dib's expression and body softened as he stared to him with a look almost of mourning. He stared into Zim's dull eyes, almost longing to see the light pink flecks that used to occupy them before losing his sanity. The thought that the Irken was just so far gone now almost made him sick to his stomach. But why? This was his worst enemy... He would've given anything to see him fall apart before. And somehow he seemed to care for him now. Perhaps Zim was more than he had thought him to be before. Perhaps, Zim had given him a reason to go on. A reason to live.

Dib's eyes closed at this thought as a few tears worked up in his eyes, despite the Irken struggling in his grasp. After a minute, he finally stepped back and released his grip from Zim's wrists, allowing him to fall to the floor. He opened his eyes and watching in agony as he screamed and thrashed on the floor.

Zim seemed too far gone to ever return though, only left in this empty shell of a nightmare body that his PAK was projecting. It was almost cruel to let the Irken just live like this, but there was no getting him down long enough without him screaming or grinning and unnerving anyone out of proper thought.

Dib decided to do nothing now as his mind had wandered too far to even move now. He could only stand as he watched the other in horror, the reality of the situation becoming so clear to him now.

Zim would never be the same, and neither would he.
Ahhh this one is rather violent and creepy...

I had so much trouble trying to piece this one together. XD I got so damned confused!

But I figured it out because I'm a smart cookie.

I love listening to orchestra and piano music while working on this. It gives it a kind of.. Eerily cheerful tone? Just try reading it one day while playing some violin music.

I hope this gives you nightmares! :'D

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Chapter Five

As Dib stood outside of his home, he couldn't help the overwhelming loneliness that washed over him. After the neighbours reaction, he highly doubted anyone would take him seriously. Not like they had taken him seriously before anyway.

On top of the extreme aloneness, the boy was feeling a massive amount of paranoia. His house had proven to be just as dangerous a place to be now, and after seeing how easily and quickly Zim could infiltrate it, he realized he would never feel at peace inside of it. He would always be looking around himself, checking to make sure he was truly alone.

Dib took only small, slow steps towards the house now, his eyes flicking everywhere as he scanned for any threats. He was quite jumpy now though, so when a small leaf flew by him he jumped backwards a step and let out a high pitched scream. He began to breathe rapidly until realizing it was just a leaf before taking a deep breath and staring forward again, his eyes continuing to scan his environment rapidly.

There didn't seem to be anyone around though of suspicion. The only thing truly fearful that might be in his house was his own sister. As for Zim, he could be anywhere at this point after he had left the door open. Perhaps he had left, maybe he was too lost to find his way out of the door on the other hand.

Dib stopped outside of the doorway a moment as he examined the door slowly. There were a few scratches on it, but nothing that caught his attention. He continued inside and slammed the door behind him. He assumed Gaz was still out somewhere, otherwise she would have closed the door by now. He was still alone...

With that, the boy made it up the stairs very slowly and towards his bedroom with the hope that he would get at least some rest. He avoided looking at the mass of blood stains that soiled his carpet now as he rushed right towards his bed. He lay down and buried himself in his blankets and closed his eyes as he shivered violently, whispering nonsense to himself which eventually lulled him into a rather light sleep. His mind wouldn't allow him to sleep for very long or very comfortably though.

It was a little later, when it had grown darker into the night when things started to act up again. From the corner of his room, there were sounds of weak whines every few seconds, followed by a series of what sounded like rushed quiet murmurs. With the window busted open, it wasn't hard for something to get into his room.

The repetitive sounds roused the boy almost as soon as they started, causing him to spring up and out from under the blankets. His eyes flicked hyperly towards the corner where the sounds seemed to be emanating from, almost growing louder by the second. Dib let out a low whine as he slowly brought his knees to his chest and closed his eyes, starting to murmur to himself as a way to try and distract himself from the chilling sounds.

The sounds halted quickly at the sound of someone shifting off a spring bed. Silence followed for quite a while before the wind blew through the broken window, carrying a word with it.


Dib's eyes sprung open at the unnerving sound of that name as he began to shiver steadily now out of pure trepidation. He glared at the window now, watching for any signs of someone, or something, outside of it. Upon realizing nothing was there, he came to the conclusion that it was all in his head.

The fantasy of Zim arriving to school as his normal self sprung into his mind again, making him chuckle eerily to himself at the thought.

"Everything.. Will... Be fine tomorrow." He muttered to himself.

However, Zim would still be that same demented creature he was the day before, somehow being able to hobble himself to the skool building. He wasn't as great being silent in class, but the teacher never cared about his loud screeches or gurgles.

Dib looked back towards the wall now, though the dark shadows cast along the floor and wall caught his attention now, created by the large tree outside of his window. The eerie breeze rocked the tree, causing the shadows to move along the wall. He stared blankly at them, watching them with great intensity as if something were about to pop out of them at any given moment. And after two minutes of watching through strained eyes, the unnerving form of the demented Irken began to take shape again, only this time the shadow seemed to stand apart from the wall. The only details were those blank eyes along with that terrifying smile, creating the illusion that Zim really was standing right in his bedroom again. Dib shook his head and brought his hands up to grab handfuls of his hair, digging his nails into his scalp.

"Go.. Away..." He whimpered.

And then came that eerie 'e' noise he made when he attempted to give a laugh. The idea that the Irken could be anywhere at any given moment was also not a settling thought.

Dib flinched at the sound and ripped at his hair now, actually managing to pull out a few small wads of it. His eyes remained peeled, staring at the shadow as it seemed to move inches closer to him everytime he would look away for a brief moment.

In his closet sat a pile of clothes that had gathered from the week of tossing them aside after being worn. Now they looked as if they could come to life as the Irken at any moment and just grin at him with those eyes staring into him. That, along with the lingering shadow, seemed to be putting him over the edge as he began to hyperventilate and shiver even more violently, the shapes beginning to look more realistic the longer he stared at them.

Even though Zim was not there with him, in a sense, he was. With every thought the human made it gave life to these Zims that he was creating in his absence. In a way, Zim was still with him.

The shadow that had been steadily getting closer to him had seemed to reach the edge of his bed now, staring at him with a grimacing smile. Dib held his breath now, staring in terror lowering his hands from his head to grab the blanket and cover his face half way. The figure just stared, tormenting the boy with each second that ticked by.

After a while, the figure opened its jaws to reveal it's rows of sharp teeth, then it sprung towards him at a rapid speed, drawing a loud, high pitched wail from the boy's throat.

Seconds later, Gaz had slammed the door open, which drew another scream from Dib as he jumped violently, just barely staying on his bed.

"It's 1 AM... I have a test tomorrow... Do you mind shutting your stupid mouth?!" Gaz spat at him, feeling no remorse for scaring him so badly.

Dib took a moment to collect himself, drawing deep breaths as he attempted to bring down the rate of his breathing. "G-Gaz... Zim... He's.. Going to kill me." He managed to choke out.

His sister growled, reaching over towards the light switch and flicking it up, though the bulb still hadn't been changed so the room remained dark. She left for a moment and returned with a flashlight, turning it on and scanning the room. Upon further examination, nothing looked out of the ordinary. Except the fact that the window was broken open which he was sure to get hell over later.

Gaz groaned and shone the light towards Dib now, shining it right in his eyes intentionally. "Dib. I don't know what kind of stupid drugs you're on, but there is nothing here. "

"But, Gaz!" Dib started, though he was interrupted.

"If I hear another sound from you tonight, I will deck you so hard in your giant head you won't know your own name anymore." She threatened before backing up and beginning to draw the door closed. "Now...GO TO SLEEP!" She screamed, then slammed the door all the way shut.

"GAZ, WAIT!" Dib pleaded, but she had completely ignored him.

The lights were turned down again, and the darkness returned to the room. In turn, the shadows and forms re-awoke to come out and torment him a little longer. It was a long six hours until first day light too.

Dib hadn't gotten even a minute of rest that night. His eyes remained peeled open as the the shadow had actually seemed to be on the foot of his bed now, sitting on it's knees and staring directly at him with the chilling expression. Meanwhile, the figure in his closet remained far from him, staring at him from the spot where the clothing actually sat.

He seemed numb to it now as he could only watch the figures unspeakable terror. Only the small whines of the wind would snap him from his trances, causing him to crouch in a fetal position and cover his ears until they had gone away.

Dib was exhausted at this point, but there was no way he would find rest tonight. The only thing he could do was wait the night out with his Zims as they silently, and gladly, tortured him out of his right mind.
Ehhhh I hope you guys like this chapter. D: I wanted to keep this one really about Dib for now, otherwise this one would have been about 15 pages long. XD Ain't nobody got time for that.

I added a lot to make it somewhat lengthy. I didn't want it to be too short. XD
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Chapter Six

Resolve came in the form of first sunlight beaming through the shattered hole that was at one point a window. It immediately melted away the shadows and extinguished the coolness that the night had brought. Everything was completely visible now and revealed to the paranoid human.

However, even after the sun had come up, Dib took a while to convince himself that there wasn't actually anything there, and that it had all just been a crazy delusion in his head. After several more minutes of watching everything around him, he had finally convinced himself that he was alone now, which actually relaxed him and made him realize how tired he actually was. It was too late to try and sleep now though since he had to get ready for another dreadful day of school.

He didn't try too hard, though, as he decided to stay in the bloodied and torn cloths from the night before and only ran his hands over his hair in an attempt to smooth it out. He was far too tired and stressed to be concerned about how he looked anyway.

Eager to get out of his room, Dib left in favor of heading out towards the kitchen. As he reached the kitchen, however, he stopped in his tracks as his eyes met the cleaver on the kitchen table, which was still stained with Zim's blood. He stared blankly as the events from the previous night played out mercilessly in his memory the longer he stared at the soiled blade.

Zim would be there at the school as well, waiting for him and wanting to attack his precious IB again. It would probably be in best interest to take a weapon that could be concealed for protection. Zim was certainly not going to hold back on him, after all.

Dib made the conscious decision to grab the cleaver in his hands, bringing it close to himself as he examined the soiled blade for a moment. He looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching him before opening his jacket and slipping the cleaver into the deep pocket on the left. He felt safer having some form of weapon in his possession rather than going to school completely defenseless, for he knew Zim would attack him as soon as the opportunity struck.

Dib left the kitchen now, making his way towards the living room couch and waiting anxiously for the time to head off. He wasn't looking forward to encountering Zim at all since he was so drained of energy...

School time rolled around soon enough, and children were walking up the sidewalk toward the building that lie only a block away. Zim would be hobbling up there as well, maybe a bit late as he had been a few days.

Since Gaz hadn't made it downstairs yet, Dib came to the conclusion that he would be walking to school alone today. He didn't mind though since he assumed she would only give him hell about waking her up in the middle of the night. With that, he headed out of the door hesitantly and started down the sidewalk towards the school. He kept his head downcast to avoid looking at anyone, and God forbid talk to anyone.

The school hallways were congested with gossiping teenagers, who were creating an obnoxious amount of noise with their loud voices and shrill laughter. Some had even pointed to Dib and made remarks about his appearance which drew a few laughs, but he didn't care too much. He only cared about getting to class early with the hope that he would have some time to rest before school started.

People gave him looks of distaste as he passed them, just seeing him as that crazy Membrane sibling that no one liked. The classroom was currently empty of all life except for him. There had yet to be a sign of Zim either.

Dib meandered into the room feeling a bit pleased with the empty classroom. He plopped down into his desk and allowed his head fall onto the table below him, eyes closing due to the amount of exhaustion he was suffering from now. He was able to get a few minutes of peace and quiet before he would be forced to endure the rest of this day, which was sure to be dreadful.

Soon, more kids began to trickle into the room as class time grew closer and closer. Just as the teacher started to close the door to start class, a loud BANG sounded from it and silenced the class. Zim stood there, eyes wide and blank with his arm messily wrapped around his tattered sleeve. His other arm was outstretched, hand planted firmly against the door to keep it ajar. The teacher glared at him as he just remained there for a full minute before finally hobbling to his desk.

Dib was snapped abruptly from his light slumber at the sound of the bang, though he kept his head down on his desk. He knew exactly who was there without even having to glance up at the door.

Zim looked dead at him though as soon as he sat, his eyes locked on him in a creepy stare. Even a few of the students were a bit unnerved at the strange green kid's vacant, unblinking eyes. No one said anything though, just letting Zim do whatever he pleased if it kept him focused on Dib and not themselves.

Dib could almost feel the haunting eyes boring into him as he lie motionless on his desk. His breathing picked up significantly into a mild hyperventilation, causing him to let out a very quiet whine before feeling a hand jabbing him in the shoulder. He jumped in his seat and snapped his head to look at the kid behind him with a scowl. "What?!" He whispered.

The other flicked his head towards Zim. "Dude, he's staring right at you."

Dib's expression turned vacant and hollow as he slowly sat up and stared straight ahead, never allowing his eyes to drift off towards the direction of that mindless monster. Only the green skin was visible in the corner of his eye now.

Zim never looked away, even as Dib went out of his way to avoid looking at him. At times, small gurgling sounds came from him as he had trouble taking turns between breathing and swallowing.

The sounds were unnerving, but Dib kept his composure and continued to stare straight ahead at the white board. Besides, if Zim was planning to attack, perhaps people would finally believe that this wasn't all in his head; there were plenty of witnesses after all.

Zim stared at him continuously, eyes wide open. "..IB." He spoke slowly, causing a few people to look at the deranged student. He was still staring dead at the human he had called to, expecting an answer or at least a look by how his face strained.

Dib didn't provide him with a reply, still looking straight ahead.

Zim's expression soon darkened more as he strained that grin on his face until the corners of his mouth looked as if they'd begin to split. "IB... ANSWER!!" He shouted, making the entire classroom fall silent in frightened surprise at his outburst. They in turn looked to Dib, as he seemed to be wanting him in a way.

Along with the eyes of Zim on him, Dib could feel the eyes of every student in the classroom upon him now. With great hesitation and debate, he finally turned his head to face Zim. He felt himself being to shiver violently as he examined the strained expression on his face.

"Zim.." Dib whimpered quietly.

Zim gave that wide grin as he met his eyes, his strained angry appearance turning wild and insane once more. "IB..." He answered back to his name.

Dib's eyes widened at the chilling grin, his mouth gaped slightly as if he were about to say something, but he could form no words. The students and even the teacher watched the exchange intently, both with great confusion and fear.

Zim continued to smile insanely at him as the he looked as if he were going to speak up to him. "IB..." He spoke again, gripping hard onto his desk as it seemed to be a struggle for him to remain sitting there.

Dib slowly positioned himself to leap out of the desk at any moment as he could sense a fight coming from Zim at any moment now. He muttered lowly to himself as if formulating some kind of plan to escape.

Zim seemed to be really struggling to stay there too, and class had only began. All learning that they would have been doing had halted though at the strange events that were unfolding between the two. "Tallest... IB fault..." He spoke quietly, grin straining even more almost painfully on his features.

Tallest.. The word, and the context it was used in, made no sense to the boy. Dib shook his head slowly as he tried to figure it out, but nothing came to him. "M-my fault?" He choked out suddenly.

Zim finally stood from his seat at that, the metal chair flipping over and clattering loudly as it hit the ground. "FAULT!! IB!!" He shouted, the rest of the class wincing at the deafening clatter of the chair and the fuss that the strange kid was creating.

Dib had winced along with the rest of the class at the loud sound. He stood now and leaned towards Zim, as if he were getting ready to launch his own attack on him at any moment. "What the hell did I do, Zim?!" He squeaked out in panic.

Zim seemed very upset with him now though as he panted unevenly. He weakly began to hobble toward that side of the room now. "Kills..." He forced out as he raised his undamaged arm to make another weak grabbing motion for him.

At this, the teacher finally stood and slammed her hands on the desk in front of her in outrage. "Zim! This behaviour needs to stop right now!" She warranted in a booming voice.

Zim tensed up and came to a halt as he heard his name from her lips. He turned sharply to her, eyes wider with raging malice and insanity. "AWAY!!" He shouted as he looked ready to attack now at the teacher obstructing what he had been sharing with Dib.

She didn't seem to be taking him as seriously as Dib and the others were as she continued to speak boldly towards him. "This is ridiculous! And you're becoming more of a pain in the ass than you have been before. Now, pick your desk up and SIT DOWN!"

Dead silence fell over the class now as their attention turned to the teacher. Even they knew she had made a mistake...

Zim twitched his entire body once from rage that had seized his entire body, claws flexing at his side as he bunched his muscles up. "KILLS!!" He screeched before using the momentum built up in his bunched muscles to leap from his spot and tackle the teacher back. This action left the class speechless, compared to the normal 'fight!' chant they usually took when something similar happened.

Ear splitting cries could be heard from her as Zim mutilated her body and tore into her flesh, making some of the other students cry out as well. Dib sprinted towards the desk and vaulted himself over it to find the horrifying mess of flesh and blood before him. He fought through his terror though and reached down to grip Zim tightly by the waist, pulling his body firmly to try and dislodge him from the teacher's body.

Zim continued to screech as he was bent on shredding the elder woman that was under him. He screeched and flailed his limbs as Dib grabbed onto him, wanting desperately to get free from him. "AWAY!!! AWAY!!"

After the woman had practically been torn to shreds, Dib was finally able to pry the Irken off of her. He yanked him up on pure adrenaline and slammed him on the ground under him. Dib straddled him and pinned him to the filthy ground, struggling to keep him in his grip as he thrashed around.

"Stop.." He growled in a weak command, but those dead eyes seemed to distract him out of his right mind.

Zim panted heavily, as if about to begin hyperventilating in terror. His hands were once again coated with blood, but not Dib's or his own. "IB..." He spoke in a quivered voice, eyes staring straight through him as they could not focus.

Dib could feel his 'fight' instinct grow strong again after seeing the other in trepidation. He smiled a little, though this wasn't an inviting friendly expression. He pulled his leg back and rammed his knee into Zim's midsection mercilessly.

"You're still pathetic.." He hissed through gritted teeth, though he was sure he would regret being this bold later on.

Zim choked and wheezed automatically as he pressed into the sensitive region of his spooch. He screeched loudly as he convulsed heavily and tried to rip his hands away to get the human off his body. He had enough sense to realize he was dangerous to his current being.

Dib's expression hardened as his grip tightened on the other's wrists to plant him tighter on the ground, leaning down towards Zim's face now. "Useless.. Is that what yout Tallest called you?" He spoke with the built up frustration and agony he had been feeling towards the other since this had all began.

Zim screamed immediately after that, thrashing even harder as he snapped at his face. "NO!! NO!!" He thrashed, those tears flooding the corners of his contacts and burning below his eyes.

Dib only moved his face out of Zim's range, squeezing the wrists a bit more harshly now. This was sure to end disastrously for him later on, but for now he was too focused on getting even. "I'm sure they did several times." He sneered spitefully.

"NO!!! IB!!" Zim screeched, baring his teeth at him in rage. "IB..FAULT!!" He continued to accuse forcefully, thrashing every which way to try and break free. "RAAAHHH!!!" He roared loudly in frustrated insanity.

Dib had finally come to the realization that he had pushed the other too far now as his smug attitude quickly faded into one of dread. He sprang off of Zim and dashed out of the door, spriting madly towards the back exit. He was delayed though as he ran right into another teacher, who scolded him for being out of class now.

"Please, I have to get away from Zim! He's going to kill me!" He pleaded as the man began to escort him back to his class.

"Yeah, yeah. Good excuse." The man muttered sarcastically, obviously unconvinced.

Down the hall there was the echoing of scraping nails on the chipped painted walls. "IB!!" His voice came after the scraping of nails, very persistent on his attempts to rid himself of the human. It was as if he were calling out to him almost playfully, yet obviously deliriously out of bloodthirst.

"T-THAT'S HIM!" Dib screamed and jerked himself out of the man's grip, continuing his original path towards the back door.

The sounds of scraping nails got quieter, but Zim was still undoubtedly giving the chase. The determined psychopath seemed to truly want nothing but bloodshed now.

Dib seemed to miscalculate where exactly he was going as he ended up at the playground now. He cursed to himself as he steadily made his way towards the back field where a rather tall chain linked fence stood. He eyed it for a moment before glancing over his shoulder to see Zim standing in the doorway now. Even from a distance, the blank eyes were just as terrifying as they were up close.

The Irken's hands were gripping either side of the door frame, seeming to be keeping himself in balance with the cheap wooden frame. His jaws parted in a demented smile, as if delighted to see his prey again and cornered. "IB..." He croaked weakly as he widened his eyes impossibly more and hobbled down each step like it were an extreme hurdle he was overcoming. His eyes never left the pale form of the teen soon-to-be murder victim, seeming to imagine the color of his innards in those solid colored eyes. One arm reached forward again, as if to snatch away the very distance keeping them apart as he began the slow trek toward his prey to give a sure to be killing blow.
Aaannd here is numero six-oh! :dummy:

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Chapter Eight

Dib’s hurried pace soon slowed to a steady walk as he got closer to Zim’s base. He delayed getting there as he was both afraid and nervous of what he may find here. He actually started to second guess if this was the best thing to do, but he arrived before he knew it. Once it were visible across the road from him, Dib stopped and stared at it for a short time. He drew in a deep breath, whispering unsure words of encouragement before starting closer towards it.

Zim's base looked pretty similar on the outside, except for where his gnomes keeping his house protected had been destroyed. Though, it did seem to have an eerie aura around it which was something that hadn’t been present in the past.

Dib had made it to the front door now, staring upon it as if there were something fairly interesting about it. In reality, he was just preparing himself for what he was sure would be a quite shocking sight. Finally, he pushed the door open and flicked on the lights with the switch on the left wall.

The house was, no surprise, a total wreck. The scary monkey picture had been yanked down and broken on the floor, the TV itself had even been overturned and the screen shattered. And, lying there on the couch, was Gir's body. His left eye was cracked and his normal light blue glow had dulled grey with no life, not to mention his metal abdomen had been split open violently.

Of course, the sight shook the boy and made him feel quite uneasy. A place that used to be so full of life and energy was now a complete disaster, torn apart by the hands of its owner. Dib closed the door behind him, walking deeper into the living room and even tripping over some of the debris that lay scattered on the floor.

The first thing he walked towards was Gir. As he stared down upon him, he couldn’t help but feel remorse for the little robot who had always been so loyal to his master, even if he never did to anything right. The little SIR unit had also been so cheery and carefree too. He knew how to take in the pleasures of Earth and make lemons into tacos when times were stressful, whether it turned out to be helpful to the situation or not. He'd even willingly help Dib and his sister before, almost like an annoying little brother of Zim's.

Dib gave a small smile in his memory, almost wishing that little robot was here now to help lighten up this darkness he was in now. After a minute or so, he moved on steadily towards the kitchen.

The living room looked no where near as horrible as his kitchen, where there were more heavy objects to be messed with. The refrigerator was flipped on its side, the door on the oven and been yanked off and thrown to the other side of the kitchen, even the table had been broken down into splinters with the wooden chairs as well.

The elevator, disguised as a toilet, had been smashed in and looked like it was non-operational. Upon further inspection, the little panel that had carried the sane Irken up and down before this incident was present and seemed sturdy.

After spotting the panel, Dib carefully worked his way across the littered kitchen, tripping clumsily a few times across the foliage.  Once he had made it to his destination, he looked behind him quickly as his paranoia had sprung on him again. There was no one now. No demented shouts or gurgles. He was alone, for now. With that, he proceeded on to the panel which took him down to the depths of the Irken’s lab below.

The computer seemed to be active, but was silent now as if in fear as well, though it was unfeeling like the maniac Irken. The lab below... there was no telling how much of that still stood.

The panel gradually came to a stop as it came to the lab entrance. The first thing Dib did was search for a light switch since it was pitch black. After much difficulty and bumping into several things, he located it and switched it on to illuminate the expansive room.

And once it was on, he could see an oddly normal lab. There seemed to be not a thing out of place in the expansive room there was present. Nothing out of the ordinary, and that alone was enough to make it the most suspicious room in the house.

Dib blinked a few times as if he believed his eyes were playing tricks on him. After so much destruction on the floors upstairs, how could Zim have just left this one alone? Dib walked deeper into the lab, glancing at the large monitor before him. He paused, simply staring at it through narrowed eyes as he could feel a sort of awareness coming from it. Finally, he proceeded down the hallways, taking quick glances into each room as he passed.
Things were as they were, nothing out of the ordinary. That was, until he got to the last of his transmission rooms.

It was still pretty neat, but the wall opposite of the large monitor was painted with words. ‘LIES. LIES. LIES. LIES.’ It was painted continuously in a chilling familiar translucent pink. There was a small gap of no color before it started again. ‘DIB'S FAULT. DIB DID THIS. DIB. DIB.’ About halfway through though, he seemed to have gotten more disturbed as the painted letters were very shaky and jagged, and the word had been altered slightly. ‘IB. IB. IB.’ Over and over and over again.

Dib’s body shivered violently at the sight, that terrifying name echoing in his mind now as if the Irken were here with him now, screaming at him in his demented ways. He approached the wall stiffly to get a closer look as if to convince himself that this was Zim’s blood painted on it. He began to inhale sharply now, trembling where he stood as his mind tried to figure out what exactly he had done to Zim.

Whatever had happened had been so monumental, so horrifyingly scarring that it had quite literally driven the Irken to the point of insanity. Just the idea of him sitting there for hours on end, painting the walls with blood in a shaky sanity until all of that sanity had finally snapped away and left nothing but what he was now... It had to be a nightmare.

Stiffly, Dib sat on the floor in front of the wall as he examined every inch with the horrifying image of Zim painting with his own blood. He wasn’t sure whether he felt remorse for the Irken, seeing as how he had gone through such scaring events, or angry with him that he targeted him for something that didn’t seem to be his fault.

Zim blamed him for whatever happened to himself, and he had driven himself to the point of insanity believing it. Now, he was out for closure and revenge. He was out for his IB.

Dib nodded grimly to himself, silently accepting his fate. Zim wouldn’t stop his attacks until either he fell dead or the boy was murdered for whatever he had done. He wouldn’t attempt to leave since in a way, Zim almost seemed to fill an empty void inside of him. No one would even stand near him now. The only one who would approach him was Zim, even if he only truly wanted him dead.

Dib remained frozen as he stared at the wall for several more minutes. Finally, he stood, turning slowly and walking out of the room, giving the chilling scene one more glance over his shoulder.

The terrible room was left alone, though the little blinking box on the corner of the transmission screen had been left unnoticed. The lab still seemed to be strangely normal, which made it even eerier compared to that one room.

After a slow walk, he had made it back to the main room. He approached the main computer and stared up at the bare screen once more, squinting his eyes at it slightly.

The expansive screen was still as grey and blank as ever. Whatever information it may hold on the subject, it was not releasing to the human.

Dib frowned and walked towards the control board which lay below it. He studied it a moment, but since everything was written in Irken it was quite difficult to decipher what button did which command. After a pause, he reached for a few red buttons, staring up at the monitor as he did so.

Slowly, it hissed to life and displayed a black monitor. The computer was still not speaking up though to make a comment, just letting him try and figure it out.

Dib acked in annoyance and went back to erratically press on the buttons in front of him. Knowing Zim, he would usually make a video ‘journal’ after a failure or just when something wasn’t going to plan. This computer had to be hiding something now, which only heightened the boy’s eager need to access the computer’s files.

“Could you at least tell me how to access the files on here?” He growled impatiently.

The computer still didn't respond to his words though, which made Dib sigh heavily.

Finally, the cursor on the screen began to move on its own to obey Dib's wants. It clicked through a few files before hovering over one, waiting for Dib to do the final click, as if not wanting to access those horrors.

Dib peered at the screen for a moment, his eyes fixated on the file titled with Irken letters. He seemed to be almost dreading this as much as the computer now, his hand hovering over the yellow button that he knew would access the file. Finally, he gave it an unsure push.

Immediately, it opened to a log that seemed to last for quite a while by the amount of time on the video.

“September 2, my Tallest seem to be most unhappy with Zim's progress." The sane Zim spoke, looking annoyed. "I would have destroyed this stupid mud ball sooner if the stupid Dib-stink would stop getting in my way! I will destroy him! Logging off, Invader Zim."

There was a short static before the image reappeared with a more distressed and nervous looking Zim.

"September 14... My Tallest seem to be.. playing tricks with Zim. They're trying to tell him his mission is just a fake... b-but he knows better... they're just trying to motivate him to work faster.. heh... m-my calls don't seem to be going through either..." He bit his lip a moment before trembling a little. "Logging off... Invader Zim.."

There was another static break before he reappeared, huddled in his chair and hugging onto his knees. It was dated September 29th.

"W-Why... Why are they not answering Zim? They could not have been serious... they are ignoring me... I don't want to be ignored... I can take over this planet... I really can..." He trembled as he spoke, rocking a bit in terror. Their was another static break before it came back dated November 4th.

Zim was on his knees on the floor, gripping onto his lekku. "WHY?? WHY WON'T THEY LISTEN TO ME?! I CAN BE AN INVADER!! I CAN TAKE OVER PLANETS!! I CAN TAKE OVER THIS PLANET!!" He screamed to no one in general. Their was another break before it came back to November 18th. Zim looked pretty hollow and weak at this point, and the room had changed. He exhaled weakly as he leaned against the wall.

"I..lies... they're just.... unhappy with Zim... so they lie to him... they wanted the planet quicker...." He spoke, sounding very deranged and trying to convince himself. His hands were bleeding as he smeared that word into the wall. "The Dib....he... he is the one stopping me...

Once the videos had stopped playing, Dib stood with his mouth parted slightly in shock. Seeing the Irken go through months of mental torment in only a few minutes hadn’t been the most pleasant thing to see. His head looked downward now, whispering to himself that this wasn’t his fault... The fact that Zim’s mission was a lie surprised him as well at the very least.

Zim’s emotionally and mentally hurt body had found a way to throw blame onto him though. And now he had decided that eliminating Dib would make things suddenly okay once more.
GUYS. Yes. I am aware that there is a game out there called "Ib". Please stop telling me that. DX I love you guys but oh my gosh. XDD

So yes, here is chapter eight. It was going to be longer, but I like torturing you guys with cliffhangers. :heart:

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Chapter Nine

After several minutes of just staring at the computer in complete terror, Dib turned to the platform and headed towards it. He shut off the lights on his way out, the computer’s bright monitor illuminating the room now. His head turned to look back at it, nodding once as if to thank it before stepping onto the plate in front of him. The platform rose again for him to take him back upstairs into the wreckage. Now he had an answer as to what happened and why Zim was behaving like he was. The better question was, would he regret seeing that though; seeing the complete self-destruction of his now former worst enemy and now current worst nightmare?

The thing that made seeing that video so traumatizing was that he had actually grown to some what care about Zim. Yes, they were enemies both out to stop each other at every turn, but before Zim, he didn’t have a reason to get up every day and go to school. Zim was everything he had always wanted; an alien that had found its way from the depths of space to his own planet, proving that everything he had ever believed wasn’t a lie. The Irken had always been so lively and quite the animated character, even if he was an egotistical little bastard at times. Now, he was just a hollow shell of insanity out for the boy’s blood.

And in the process of trying to destroy Dib, he, intentionally or not so, was destroying himself. Everyday he seemed to be more and more injured and screaming and choking more often. Eventually, he was destined to lose his Irken all together.

The thought of losing Zim had actually sparked a bit of sadness in Dib, even if he was causing him unbearable amounts of mental and physical distress

Zim would always be there... He just had to be...

How much longer would the Irken last in the state he was in? That was the toughest question to find an answer for. He had been deteriorating for days now, and still continued on with a slight limp in his step. Eventually, he would be practically dragging himself down the sidewalk trying to get to Dib just to weakly bat at him.

The desperate wish to save Zim rose him him now; to keep him from meeting his demise and help him recover from this deranged state. He had to look out for himself now as the attacks from surely wouldn’t stop anytime soon.

At this point, all he needed to do now was outlast his enemy. If he could outlive him, he could survive and perhaps scrape up the pieces of his sanity.

Of course, this wasn’t plausible in Dib’s head. Even with himself safe after the Irken’s death, he would still feel mental torment of being constantly isolated and alone. No matter where he went, people would still look upon him as an outcast; just the ‘insane Membrane kid.’

The only other implausible idea would be to try and fix him. Try and get that sanity to come out of him; to find that lost and alone Irken that was trapped in the insane shell that he could no longer control. But, would they ever be the same after such trauma, even with Zim’s sanity restored? The likely answer was very obvious; no, they would both never be the same. Zim would still have been abandoned here and in denial, and Dib would always be scarred by the Zim he had dealt with in that state.

Dib’s mind was  at a conflict now. One part of him wanted to save him and the other just wanted him gone. It wasn’t an easy thing to have on one’s mind, but in all of his confusion he knew he didn’t want the other dead.

There was suddenly a loud screech behind him, sounding terrified and enraged. It was apparent that Zim had awoken and managed to limp his way home, only to find his target present there.

Dib’s body tensed at the inhuman tone as he knew exactly who its source was. He looked slowly behind him to see the other standing in front of the door in the living room, his blank eyes staring directly at him.

Zim slowly began to grin wildly. "IB..." He forced gruffly. "Kills...." He spoke lowly, as he outstretched one arm for him.

Dib looked forward ahead again as he considered his options now. He almost wanted to try and talk to the Irken even though he knew it would get him nowhere. He went against his better judgement and turned to face the other full on, approaching him slowly with his hands up in submission. “Zim..” He stared as he went forward. Once he had gotten close to the other, he grabbed him firmly. “I know what happened.”

Zim screamed as he drowned out his words with his terror filled voice. He was very startled from Dib's firm grip on him. He struggled with a wild screech, wanting to get away from the other.

Dib winced at the ear piercing wail but kept his grip. "I can help you!" He squeaked desperately, practically losing himself again with the deranged Irken in his grasp.

Zim continued to thrash and scream though, not seeming to hear him at all. He was just more deranged and panicked with him clutching him.

The screams shook the boy, eventually causing him to part himself from the Irken so the screams weren’t so close to his ears. He looked up after a moment as he expected Zim to lose his balance and fall flat on his face.

Zim did stumble a bit, but caught himself on his torn couch and a hiss. He turned back to Dib with an enraged wild look, panting heavily as if he had run a mile. "IB... IB..."

Dib backed up to the wall and wrapped his arms over his chest as he examined the other, then his eyes met the small amount of light coming from the cracked door being Zim. He could run, but for some reason he didn’t want to now. If anything, he seemed to be shutting down as remorse still filled his mind.

Dib’s body jolted with a violent shiver, then he spoke quietly. “Zim?”

Zim's limp lekku quirked forward as that menacing grin returned to his face. "IB." He replied to his name, sounding almost excited at Dib's state and remembrance of his name.

“I’m sorry...” He continued, looking back up at the Irken’s twisted expression.

Zim parted those jagged teeth with a low hissing sound of the air rushing from his lungs. Saliva and blood dripped from those sharp razors, looking ready to devour his IB alive.

Dib whined at the sight of the terrifying teeth, raising his hands over his face slowly in defence. “N-no..” he pleaded.

Zim just stared at him with those wild and frightening eyes as he kept his claws flexed and curved a bit like a cartoonish dinosaur would have. He kept approaching him like one as well, seeming very determined to show no mercy.

Dib took a shallow breath as he examined the Irken's stance. The boy his lip and curled himself into a fetal position as he prepared for the pain he was expecting to endure.

Zim growled as he got onto all fours after a moment and narrowed his eyes. He approached Dib a bit slower, as if noticing his strange behavior. He hissed and clawed at his shoulder, recoiling back to see what would happen.

Dib looked up slowly at the other’s touch, raising a brow almost in confusion since he had been expecting something more painful that that. He didn’t say anything in fear of provoking him. He just simply stared at the other.

Zim still continued to growl and bare his teeth to him viciously, but seemed put off by Dib's terrified demeanor compared to how he had been either fight or flight recently. He continued to sway unsteadily on all fours, staring wildly at Dib.

Dib’s eyes narrowed a bit at as the other glared at him as if doing so would make the terrifying expression disappear. He remained very still as he didn’t know what to expect from Zim now.

Zim cringed away from him as he looked up at him, screeching in outrage as if Dib had somehow offended him. He pounced forward and slammed him back by the shoulders as he practically screamed in his face.

Dib screamed at the sudden attack though he fell silent as he made contact with the wall behind him. He turned his head to the side and ducked a little to avoid the sharp teeth that were dangerously close now..

Zim brought his hand up in a readied clawing position, swiping it down and crashing it on the side of his face. His glasses were knocked off and skidded across the smooth floor out of reach to Dib.

Dib’s mouth gaped at the stinging pain almost as if he were trying to cry out, but he just couldn’t. Crimson blood seeped from the deep cuts and ran down to his chin ever so slowly, creating long thin streaks down his face. He squinted through his blurry vision now as he searched desperately for his glasses now. That, however,  wasn’t too important to him now.

Zim screamed as well, startled by the others unexpected shriek of pain. He grabbed him by the front of his shirt and began to shake him violently again as he simultaneously ripped the already tattered fabric. "IB!!"

Dib stiffened his body to try and prevent his head from beating against the wall once again, though it had about once or twice. He only let out small whimpers, but he remained relatively quiet as he waited out the attack despite the pain.

Zim was not about to let him go again, and he made that very clear by the depths of his claws in Dib's arms. He just screeched and thrashed Dib around in a jerky, uneven and unsteady way in pure temperamental insanity.

A loud squeal finally escaped Dib’s throat as the claws struck him as it only added to the discomfort from being thrashed around so violently.

Zim continued to thrash him around for a while as he screeched, frustrated his hands wouldn't tear him apart. "IB!!" He screamed, choking as flecks of blood splattered onto the human's face. The Irken had paused his thrashing now, panting shallowly as the blood dripped from his bottom lip.

Dib breathed unevenly now as Zim stopped, his left eye opening slowly to see the Irken with translucent-pink liquid dribbling from his lips. This would have been a perfect time to run since it seemed he was losing his strength.He still remained, completely still in the other’s grip and  watching him through widened eyes.

Zim made that gurgling sound again as he coughed up more blood. It became apparent that the gurgling sound all along had been him choking on his own blood, even at school when he had started losing his mind about a month previously.

Realizing this made the boy shudder as more blood continued to stream almost endlessly from Zim’s lips, creating quite the horrifying sight. He made the decision to part himself from Zim’s grip and push him off of him, which sent the Irken flying back onto the floor. He lept up and rushed towards the door, reaching out for it and opening it halfway before pausing to look back at the gurgling Irken behind him almost in pity.

Zim had collapsed onto his side where Dib had carelessly tossed him. He clawed at the floor as blood still trickled in a thin stream from the corner of his mouth to the scarred floor, eyes staring blank and dead at the overturned TV as he gasped like a fish out of water. One hand inched forward, just above his head, as if he were trying to reach out to Dib; physically and subconsciously trying to reach him.

Dib groaned and closed his eyes in a brief pause to collect himself, drawing in a deep breath. He turned and closed the door to a small crack again before approaching the other slowly, standing over him a moment before allowing himself to sink to the Irken’s level. He outstretched a shaking hand towards Zim’s body and pulled hiim into his arms, lifting his head a bit it a bit to try and rid him from the choking. “Z-Zim..?”

Zim convulsed a bit in his arms, but for once it was due to the massive stress he had been putting on his body to keep moving at the condition he was in. When his head was tilted up enough, he gagged a bit and choked up a mouthful of blood. He did not possess the strength or mentality to spit it out though, letting it pour from parted jaws and drip onto both his shirt and Dib's arms.

Dib whined as he came to terms with the fact that the blood had to come out. Zim being unable to spit it out could result in him suffocating and ultimately his demise, which he already decided couldn’t happen. He looked up now and scanned the dark room through narrowed eyes for something he could use to remove the liquid from his throat. His eyes ended up landing on a filthy straw not too far from his reach. A chilling idea filled his mind now as he stared at the straw through strained eyes. Within a moment, he had reached over and grasped it in his hand, his body progressively shivering more severely as he started from the straw and back to Zim. Then, without hesitation, he stuck the straw into Zim’s parted mouth and began to suck the other’s blood from his throat. When his mouth was full, he would empty it on the floor with a scream of pure terror and agony before repeating the process about three more times. By that time, he threw the straw down and squealed in trepidation. Some of the other’s blood had began to trickle down his throat, leaving a scaring taste in his mouth.

Zim tensed his body as he felt him shove the straw down his throat. He convulsed weakly as Dib sucked out the blood. By the time he pulled away completely, Zim was gasping heavily for the air he had been deprived of for a while.

Dib only stared blankly down at the other as small beads of blood continued to trickle both out of his mouth and down his throat. He was barely phased by the fact that Zim could breathe now as the horror and shock of what he had just done seemed to keep him frozen there for several moments.

Zim was resting weakly now, though he was far from thankful or even responsive. Those blank eyes still stared off without focusing even for a second. He still gave small sounds like his vocal chords couldn't stop the shrilling high pitched sound that made them smack against each other rapidly.

Dib hardly flinched at the sounds as he continued to stare blankly himself, his jaw still hanging open as he panted very shallowly.

Zim didn't have the energy to try and maim the human again, though his claws did weakly flail at him. They did nothing more than leave annoying prickles on his skin. He soon just went completely limp in his arms, head lolled back as he weakly gasped. "I..b.."

Dib’s only response to this was to look down at Zim almost with a faint expression of annoyance towards the other’s claws on his skin. He simply sat there with the other held loosely in his arms, waiting for the other to pass out which he was sure would happen soon. A small, disturbed smile creased his lips now as he watched Zim.

The blood was dried on his green cheek and jaw, the same blood that Dib had been sucking out from the back of his throat. Any other person would have gotten violently sick and at the very least vomited, but the boy appeared just as intermittent as Zim, but in a separate way.

After about five minutes or so, Dib was finally able to bring himself to move his limbs again. He worked the Irken out of his arms and back down on to the littered floor beneath them as he figured Zim would be alright for now. With that, he unsteadily pulled himself from the floor and walked mindlessly towards the door again. He almost seemed unaware of what his body was doing though.

As he approached the door, he opened it halfway and turned his head stiffly to look back at the Irken on the floor before finally heading out of the eerie base and towards his own house which held its own set of horrors now.

Zim did not follow him this time, or even make any hissing sounds on his way out. For now, it looked like the disturbed human was safe from the alien. That, however, did not mean he was safe from the attempts to destroy him.
Ohhhh isn't this just the most joyous thing you've ever read?? :iconimhappyplz:

This one took longer for Katt and I to edit because we were on a skype call and we got distracted... A lot. XD BUT IT WAS FUN. ;-; But, I didn't proof read the rest of this before uploading so sorry for badly written parts or grammar errors. XD

Now I am off to bed. I think I will be uploading these only a couple times a week because it seems that is what time will allow for now. Sorry ya'll. D:

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Chapter Ten

Dib walked down the sidewalk appearing more disturbed than he had since this had started. The lingering taste of Zim’s blood seemed to keep him in an almost trance like state as he walked almost unnaturally down the sideswalk. Of course, the boy’s unsettling demeanor attracted more stares from the people around him.

People went from being distasteful and scowling at him, to almost frightened and concerned for the boy. He'd been progressing so quickly to lunacy lately that some people believed it was time he saw someone about it.

This thought of going to see someone though seemed to be out of the question in Dib’s mind. He knew a doctor would only blame it on schizophrenia or just plain insanity and not even try to believe that something was actually going on. He would only be prescribed some drug to try and rid him of ‘the images in his head’.

Perhaps that's what he needed to stay sane though; receive some counseling and a bit of medicine, and he could stay alert and at least somewhat sane from Zim. As long as he could out-sane him, he could outlive him.

As Dib approached his home, he made the decision to call his father in another attempt to get him to listen. He knew what Professor Membrane would say, but he couldn’t live like this anymore. Besides, there may be the slight chance that the doctor might believe him, but that was far fetched..

Gaz screamed at the boy as soon as he walked into the door about her mess of a room, paying absolutely no regard to the fact that he was quite marked up and look distressed beyond belief. He didn’t seemed to hear her death threats though as he just walked awkwardly into his room, slammed the door behind him and let himself collapse on his bed with a loud groan.

At least one thing he didn't have to worry about was Zim coming to attack him... maybe. The deranged Irken might find a way to get to him anyway, even in such a critical state. After all, he had saved him, and in doing so expanded his torturous life to suffer on further.

Dib wasn’t sure if he regretted saving the Irken or if he was somewhat relieved by it. He had the chance to end this once and for all but he chose to save him, even if it only provided him with more psychological scars with more to come from future attacks.

After about ten minutes of laying motionless on the bed, Dib pulled himself up and reached for the phone on his nightstand beside him. He dialed his father’s number, but he didn’t bother bringing the receiver all the way up to his ear as he wasn’t expecting an answer. His father never answered his calls.

And, just as expected, the tone rang on for a while before he reached his automated answering machine. He hardly even checked it, just about as often as he actually answered the phone to his son. There were options though through the phone. "Press one if it is urgent, two for business, three for WORLD CRISIS, press five for emergency..." It continued on as such.

Even though the receiver still wasn’t pressed to his ear, he was still able to hear the options. Without a second though, Dib reached over and pressed the number three on the phone beside him since he assumed this would be the only way to get some kind of response.

Surprisingly enough, about five minutes later, an actual voice spoke up. "Hello, yes? This is Professor Membrane speaking!" He spoke, obviously having gotten the memo that there was an emergency.

It took Dib a moment to realize who the faint voice on the other end belonged to and he seemed to snap back to life now, pulling the receiver to his ear now. “D-Dad?” He stuttered.

"..Son?" Membrane spoke up, sounding genuinely surprised by his voice. "Are you miss using the phone again? There are separate lines here for a reason..."

“I know that.” Dib mumbled almost in annoyance, closing his eyes. “I also knew you wouldn’t answer the phone unless I claimed this call was about a world crisis.”

Professor Membrane, however, felt he did not have the time nor patience for this. "I'm far too busy son to be messed with right now if it isn't an emergency."

Dib’s distress seemed to be rising again as his voice started to get a bit louder and shakier. ‘It is an emergency! Some psychotic alien is trying to kill me every fucking day and no one believes me! I am losing my mind but you’re not here to see that!”

There was a stunned silence that followed after his last word echoed in the phone. After about a full minute of quiet, there was a long sigh on the other line. "My poor insane son..." He muttered. "I think you should see a psychiatrist Dib."

Dib grunted as he had expected this exact response from his father. “Could you schedule it then? As soon as possible..” His voice was a weak whisper now.

"Ah, of course son! I'm always happy to try and steer your mind away from those delusional thoughts of aliens and other fake science!" Membrane replied brightly. "I'll schedule it for tomorrow even! As soon as possible!"

Dib’s eyes opened into slits, staring at the ceiling now as he listen to his father speak. “Yeah.. Just.. Let me know where to go.”

"Of course son! The office should call and leave a message for you." Membrane replied, not seeming to notice or at least comment on Dib's strange tone.

Dib shook his head and and grunted in disapproval to the statement. “Yeah.. Bye.” He murmured and slammed the phone back on his desk. He continued to stare at the ceiling above him through narrowed eyes, reaching up to rub his head which was throbbing mercilessly. He was probably going to hear hell and back all night from his sister about her wrecked room. Now all there was to do was pray that Zim would stay away for the night.

Even if Zim stayed away from him, there was no way he could sleep tonight despite how exhausted he was. Even now when he tried to close his eyes and force himself to sleep, his lids would shoot open as if some contraption were holding them that way.

It was destined to be the longest night yet, with anticipations from both his sister and the alien. A little ways into the night, neither of them seemed to appear in his doorway or in Zim's case, the window.

The quiet night did everything but settle him. In fact, he was almost wishing Zim to climb up to his window just so he knew where exactly he was. Dib threw himself into an upright position now, blinking several times as it just now occurred to him that he had left his glasses at the Irken’s house. His impaired vision only caused him more distress since this only made him more vulnerable if Zim were to attack tonight... With that, he began to panic.

The only option would be to try and retrieve them from the house. Maybe the Irken would still be injured and weak, which would allow him to get them back. It was certain by the hour though that Zim was not going to be by for a midnight visit tonight.

Dib whined in agony at the terrible thought of going back, but if he wanted to be able to see clearly he had no choice. He took a minute to wrap his mind around going back to that terrifying house, then slowly raised himself from his bed and quietly tiptoed his way out of room and downstairs toward the front door.

After tripping and bumping into several things, Dib finally made it to Zim’s eerie base. He wondered how he had managed to walk so easily before but now he was having such a terrible time. Perhaps it was because of the darkness of the night now...

After much wavering, Dib forced himself to the front door of the inactive base, slowly pushing the cracked door open as he squinted to see through the thick darkness now.

The Irken was no longer lying on the floor where he had been left. There were bloody hand prints everywhere though, smeared on the floor and furniture where he had surely tried to pull himself up. Where his glasses had been were bloodied up too, absent now as the Irken had surely grabbed them. There was a bloodied trail of both hand and bootprints where he had tried to drag himself, though he was not in sight anywhere.

“Damn...” Dib growled under his breath upon realizing his glasses were no longer where they had once lay. The bloodied prints only intensified the already grim atmosphere as he walked deeper into the house, searching eagerly for his glasses so he could leave without facing another attack.

There were weak sounds of screeches and cries, but were far away from where he was. The Irken hadn't seemed to have sensed his presence either, nor was the computer cold hearted enough to alert the deranged invader of him. There was a door not too far away that had lots of claw marks down it and streaks of blood, both his and what was presumably Dib's, all down the what had been white door.

Though the sight of this door, along with the screeches, gave him undying shivers and heightening fear, Dib was drawn to it. He approached it slowly, running a hand down the marked and stained wood before slowly pushing it open and staring inside through squinted eyes.

The first thing that was noticeable was that Zim was not in this room. That was a small relief for what was in there. Scraps of cloth, obviously from Dib's clothes that could be pieced right back in even with the ripped shirt he wore now, were piled around. Clumps of hair, a chipped tooth, a lost boot, even notes and drawings from Dib's notebook that he had thrown at Zim in later years. The worst part was the smell though; puddles and pools of blood. His blood, enough to assault the senses and, seeing that a lot of the blood was old and dried and mixed in with these, it was almost like smelling his own decomposing corpse; enough to make a person vomit involuntarily. Right there, in all of that mess, the lenses smudged with bloody fingerprints, was his glasses.

The sudden smell was the first thing to send Dib into a daze, almost making him vomit where he stood. He stumbled a bit and backed into the door with his hands over his nose and mouth to avoid getting sick, which he was able to do after a moment of his stomach threatening to do otherwise. After collecting himself, he gazed upon the pile with strained eyes, though it still wasn’t very clear how horrifying it was until he reached for his blood stained glasses and slipped them over his face. With a clearer image, the true grimness of the scene unfolded as he scanned across things that had long been forgotten. He trembled where he stood now, his hand moving back up to cover his nose and mouth as the repulsive stench continued to hit him with a vengeance.

The Irken seemed to have just gathered them up though, as there were his own blood on them as well on each item. Even if they had been kept for studying, they were all now just tossed away into the room. That was his IB room, and by the looks of how many and how deep those gashes on the door were, it was frequently visited.

Dib removed the hand that had been covering his mouth and reached behind him to grab a hold of the door, gripping it firmly as he continued to stare at the haunting pile through strained eyes. Eventually, he was able to pull himself from this room and return the door to the position it had been in before, uncovering his nose and taking in deep gasps of the much more pleasant smelling air. Though, a loud cough from the boy’s throat disturbed the piercing silence in the house now.

There was a sudden shift in the air as the woeful moans and screeches stopped abruptly at the loud cough. Obviously, it had been noticed, and Zim was obviously going to drag himself out to come check it out, even if he wasn't capable of much else.

Dib held his breath now, looking around him frantically for the Irken whom he assumed would be here at any moment. With that he resumed his quiet steps while still holding his breath with hopes that Zim would lose interest after hearing nothing more.

The door soon flung open for him unexpectedly. "He's coming... you have to go.. run... now!" The computer spoke frantically. For once, it was actually being helpful, and only to keep Dib alive a little longer.

Dib paused and blinked, staring at the door almost in disbelief at the computer’s sudden help now. Of course, he didn’t refuse the offer as he sprang forward and ran out of the door and down the street in panic.

There was the sound of the computer slamming the door shut tightly, as if determined to keep the Irken within its confines tonight. For now, he had gotten away without a scratch, this time at least.
I'm so sick... ;___;

Katt and I are suffering from the flu right now. I started this a while ago but I finished it tonight. KATT, FORGIVE ME FOR NOT EDITING THIS ONE WITH YOU BUT I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO HAVE TO WRITE AND THINK WHILE YOU WERE SICK! IT'S AWFUL!! D: I still love youuuu! <33

I thought I ended it in a nice spot. XD You guys will get to see Dib with the doctor next time. This one builds anticipation!

Enjoy. c: I will be uploading these only.. Two times a week maybe? I'm busy and I don't want to post everyday. ;-;

Daaamn Zim, why you so creepy?!

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Chapter Twelve

Dib remained in an almost trance-like state for a few moments as he recalled a few memories of Zim. He took another deep breath before speaking again in a quiet tone. “Zim... He was pretty interesting.”

"Yes? What is his personality like?" The doctor questioned, beginning to write again at the others decision to elaborate more on the subject.

Dib slowly looked back to the doctor, shifting in his seat as he considered the question. “Well, he was loud and obnoxious and would often insult the human race whenever he had the chance to. But, he was very proud of his race and his leaders. He made every attempt to take over Earth even if he failed every time. But I liked that about him...” Dib’s voice trailed off some as his gaze lowered. “I admired that about him actually..”

Dr.Gaul hummed and nodded his head a bit. "Well, I can only chalk this up as more schizophrenia from how you say this. You seem very fond of this little delusion as well, which also tells me you have some repressed homosexual tendencies... Does that sound right to you?"

Dib’s cheeks grew a little warm at this, eyebrows raising slightly as he looked back up at Dr. Gual. “W-what? I’m not gay.. I haven’t even paid attention to my sexuality anyway..” The tone of his voice suggested otherwise though.

The doctor scribbled the word 'homosexual' very noticeably down on his chart. "Mhmm.. have you ever found yourself attracted to girls? Boys?" He questioned, looking up over his chart. "This Zim?"

The boy hesitated, shifting again in his seat. “Uh... I don’t know I’ve never really found anyone to be attractive to me. But.. I guess Zim was different...” His cheeks grew a bit warmer at that.

Dr.Gaul nodded his head a bit at this. "Well, this is obviously another way you're trying to deny this underlying homosexuality. You should try to work that out with yourself as well. There's nothing wrong with playing pitcher-catcher with another guy."

Dib reached up to rub the back of his neck, his eyes flicking to the side again. “I guess.. But what would my father say about that? I’m sure he would feel more disappointed in me...”

Dr.Gaul spoke up at his comment. "Well, naturally children want the approval of their parents... but you can't let his rejection of it make you repress and deny it more. That will cause some major depression on your part."

“I just don’t know how to walk up to somebody and express any feelings I may have. And I really just want Zim back..”

"Well, life is about taking chances. Sometimes you have to look into yourself to be able to reach them." He replied. "And if you can maybe find someone to occupy your time, Zim will go away and you won't need him back."

Dib scowled sitting up a little almost defensively. “Zim will always be a part of my life.”

"He's just a figment of your sickness.." He sighed, setting his clipboard down. "It is a part of your life in which you must overcome."

“Whatever you say, doctor.” Dib snapped resentfully.

Dr.Gaul hummed a bit. "Those anti-psychosis pills should also take care of that anger of yours." He commented as he watched him. "You're free to leave now then."

Without a second though, Dib was on his feet, shooting Dr. Gual one last frown before giving an unconvincing ‘thank you’ and heading out of the office in annoyance. He stormed down the hallway and approached the front desk and waited impatiently for the woman to notice him.

She finally caught on to him and grinned a bit. "Hello.. is that a prescription?" She questioned, taking the sheet of paper and reading over it. She frowned after a moment and headed off, collecting a bottle and handing it over to him.

Dib gave a quick and almost sarcastic smile at the woman, a completely different approach than before seeing the doctor, then snatched the bottle from her hand and jammed it in his pocket. With that, the unsatisfied boy pushed through the front doors and headed home, grumbling angrily to himself as he walked.

They had only responded to what they believed it sounded like. No one besides Dib had any proof that there was truly an alien there, so to them it sounded like a delusion. They had only wanted to help him.

Dib knew in the back of his mind that they only wanted to help him through this, but more than anything he longed for someone to just believe that he was telling the truth. He felt stuck in this hellish nightmare that never seemed to end, driving him deeper into psychological torment and loneliness.

The boy entered his house cautiously, as he often did now a days, and found it was rather quiet. With a sigh of relief, Dib continued inside and headed towards the living room and towards an end table to the left of the couch. He cracked the pill bottle open and poured three tablets from it, examining them in his hand. Questions rose again as he remembered what the doctor had said, and how scary it was that everything had seemed so accurate.

What if Zim had just been a result of some insane delusion..?

After much contemplation in his mind, Dib threw the tablets in his mouth and swallowed them dry, grunting a little as they didn’t go down very easily.

It didn't appear anyone was home either. Gaz hadn't gotten back from school yet, and as far as it seemed, Zim was not there. The house was silent too, not giving anything away.

Dib shuddered a bit as the piercing silence continued. If anything, it heightened his paranoia since he was completely alone now and there was absolutely no sign of anyone. It made him curious as to where Zim was now...

He headed towards the couch nearest to the window and sat, staring outside through widened eyes as if he were expecting someone familiar to come walking up his driveway, even his hateful little sister.

Still, hours later there was no one. Where was Gaz? What if Zim had recognized her as being connected to Dib? She could be in danger..

Though he never really cared for Gaz, Dib couldn’t help the small ounce of worry and paranoia in the pit of his stomach. He grew restless now, squirming on the couch and biting his lip hard enough the break the skin as he continued to wait desperately for his sister to come home.

Another hour passed and there had still been no sight of her.

Zim could be putting her through the same terrifying experience he was giving Dib. Even if she was awful, did she truly deserve something that horrifying?

Images of Zim’s horrifying expression and rage flashed through his mind now as he considered the possibility. The thought of yet another victim made him feel a little dizzy since he never wished for anyone, even Gaz, to go through the trauma that he had been enduring.

After a small episode of hyperventilation and panic, Dib rushed towards Zim house even though his instincts and better judgment screamed at him to turn around and run back home. However, he reached the Irken’s eerie base almost in the blink of an eye. He was already disoriented before even entering the house, probably from keen fright and the side effects of those pills, as he pushed through the bloodied and scarred front door.

From first look, there wasn't any sign of the Irken. But then there were loud screeches and screams, far away. It sounded like it was upstairs, but in a further off room.

Dib’s ears almost seemed to perk at the sudden screeches, his head snapping towards the direction of the stairs. He whined lowly to himself as he started forwards with agonizingly slow and stiff steps. He never batted an eye as he approached the bottom of the staircase, examining the house as he continued along.

There was more blood upon the walls and splattered up the staircase, but what was disturbing about it was the color. It wasn't the translucent pink of the Irken's, but a dark crimson color. One of a human nature.

Dib looked towards a wall on his left to see that a stain of both red and pink blood swiped across it. He stared at it for several moments before shakily reaching for it and running a finger along it. It was rather fresh so it stained his skin, leaving a sort of eerie mark.

There were more scraping and screeches not far away, sounding like it were actually upstairs. There was blood on the railing of the staircase in front of him.

Dib looked back up the stairs and reached for the railing beside him, slowing ascending upward. The darkness thickened which made it quite hard to see as he walked up the stairway so he squinted his eyes in an attempt to see through it.

“Gaz?” He whispered out and waited eagerly for a reply. It was silly to think that his sister might actually be there, but it chilled him as well to think of her not calling out in response.

There was no sound back to him after a while, there only being that one light toward the end of the hall. There were more shouts and screeches coming from that room, each one more chilling than the last.

Dib’s movements discontinued once he had gotten to the top as he squinted at the dim light ahead of him. He finally headed forward after a moment, stretching his arms out ahead of him so he could navigate himself safely without running into anything. With each step, the screams and screeches grew louder which sent shivers of horror and anticipation down his spine.

After a walk that seemed to last an eternity, Dib had approached the doorway and was able to look inside at the one who occupied it.

Zim was hunched over something, his back to the door. He screeched loudly as both he and the walls around him were splattered with crimson blood.

Of course, the smell was horrendous and it caused the boy’s head to spin a bit and an acidic burn to travel up his throat in disgust. He cupped a hand over his mouth to muffle a whimper which threatened to give away his position. He dumbly took a step forward though to try and see what exactly Zim was hunched over.

Zim's lekku soon went straight up, which signaled that the Irken had sensed him. His head turned around to face him, his mouth turning up into the sickening grin, his face splotched with red and gore. "IB.."

Dib froze where he stood, his nails digging into the skin around his mouth out of pure fear. “Z-Zim..” He replied in a muffled tone.

Zim hissed suddenly, crouching down over the bloodied body under him like a mother protecting her cub. Or, in this more likely instance, a tiger protecting its prey.

Dib’s eyes disregarded the Irken now after sensing he wouldn’t attack as long as he stayed still. Instead, they focused on the shredded body under him which sent the boy a whole new wave of fright and tremendous anguish. The body was practically torn beyond recognition and repair, but it finally registered after a minute or so who exactly Zim’s victim was; His little sister, Gaz.

Dib’s hand dropped from his mouth and instead went to steady himself against the doorway as he could feel himself practically lose his sense of balance. Mouth gaped, he panted heavily with a mixture of low, panicked whines. His eyes never left his sister’s tattered corpse.

Zim hissed again and his claws sank into the girl more as he screeched. "MINE!!! MINE!!!" He screamed, like some demented child throwing a fit over a toy he possessed.

A small tear even began to form now as he tried to comprehend the death of Gaz. He even started to feel physically sick as his stomach threatened to throw up whatever small amount of food was in it the longer he stared at her corpse. Eventually, his gaze moved back up to face Zim with an expression of pure depression and antipathy. “W-why?” He was able to force out through pants and whimpers.

Zim grinned widely again at the question, though his eyes were dangerous and threatening. He crouched down more and bit into the unmoving girl's arm, shaking his head like a mad dog until there was a sickening crack and tearing sound. He chomped on the mouthful of flesh he had before swallowing, grinning again. "Hungry.."

Dib winced at that terrible crack and closed his eyes tightly to avoid watching him eat the flesh.  He actually let himself fall to the floor now as he coiled himself up into a fetal position. He opened his eyes slowly to look back up at the feasting alien with pleading eyes. “STOP IT!!” He cried hysterically, reaching up to grab handfuls of his hair now. “ENOUGH!!

Zim grinned even wider as he saw the others break down. He held onto that single 'e' of a laughter as he watched the other. He clawed at the one under him absently, like a cat kneading a favorite pillow.

Dib hit the back of his head against the wall a few times as he continued to watch the other, though he was mostly staring at his sister now almost like he wanted to try and take her body with him. “P-please..” His voice cracked as he spoke.

Zim bared his bloodied teeth at him as he screeched. He wasn't going to let his prey be taken by another, and he made this very clear. He sunk his claws in further and hissed at him.

Dib was far too paralyzed by fear to make any further movements towards his sister or even out the door no matter how badly he wanted to. “I’m sorry..” He whispered to her as if expecting that she could hear him.

Zim growled as he saw the other wasn't leaving, but also not approaching his meal. He simply went back to eating, forcing the human to watch Zim as he tore into her skin without relent or remorse.

With Dib’s inability to move, he was forced to watch the other tear at chunks of flesh from his sister’s corpse. Even his eyes were so cruel as to not allow him to close them or look away. He simply stared at the Irken and Gaz’s body until there was practically nothing left of her. He stayed with her almost as if he were trying to comfort her through this torture even though it damaged him further.

Finally, he was able to move but not in a way he would have preferred. He was only able to drag himself from the scene and down the hallway, sobbing and screaming that he was sorry for his sister’s death.

If anything, those pills the doctor had gave him could help him forget that horrifying image. Zim didn't follow after him, busy with his little sister as he devoured her flesh.

Dib managed to drag himself to the peak of the stairs, but he tumbled forward and down them quite violently which sent him into the wall below much like what had happened to him in his own house. He paid no mind to the throbbing pain in his body as he was finally able to stand, panting heavily and noisily with the occasional scream as if pleading for help as he managed to walk out of the front door and down the sidewalk.

No one responded to his cries, leaving him alone in despair. The computer wasn't even speaking up, in a quiet remorse for the insane little boy who had lost his sister now.

Dib was very unsteady on his feet now, tripping over himself with almost every step he took. He continued to let out constant cries as the images of the scene flashed tauntingly in his memory. He was almost convinced that he was back in the house though as some of the images lingered into a prolonged hallucination. Hopefully that medicine would drain the memories from his mind...

He had now lost both his sister and his mother, only having his father left now. His father didn't appreciate him either, or even realize he existed half the time. It was as if he had no family left at all.

Dib was on his own now, and without the small amount of security he had felt with his sister occupying the house, he was sure to be full of despair and unnerving loneliness. No one would be there to talk to him, even if the exchanges he and Gaz had shared weren’t pleasant. They gave him a sense of security, and now it had been taken from him again by the hands of Zim.

The trip home had been a long and horribly painful one, but he made it nonetheless. Before going to his room, Dib managed to reach his pill bottle and swallow down three more, but he took an extra in hopes that it would drain his mind. Afterwards, he headed upstairs and meandered to Gaz’s room, staring at the wreckage which remained from a couple days ago.

Zim must have come searching for her that day, tearing her room apart in the process. Or maybe he had still been in search of Dib, but had gotten confused since Gaz was closely related with him. Either way, he had gotten to his little sister in the end.

After simply standing in a foggy nostalgia and crippling depression for a full five minutes, Dib walked mindlessly across the hall and towards his own room which held it’s own share of damage and horrors. He walked towards his bed and sat stiffly upon it as he considered the situation once again.

There was no way he would tell his father about this, but he was sure it wouldn’t matter since he didn’t seem to care much about their well beings anyway. If he were to report this to authorities, they would assume he was just out of his mind and that he was the one that murdered her. He decided the best thing to do at this point was to keep it to himself, though it was sure to tear him up over time and the more he thought about it.

It wasn't completely clear if Zim would visit him tonight or not. Maybe he would still be busy with Gaz, or maybe he'd visit Dib in anger for interrupting his meal.

Dib wasn’t going to let his guard down too easily though, not after what he had just witnessed. He was sure Zim was plotting more horrible ways to torment him even further to the verge of insanity.

The night stretched on though, and Zim never showed up. There weren't even small noises in the house anymore of Gaz getting up and down, or the little beeping of her favorite game system. He was completely alone.

Dib practically sobbed himself to the point of exhaustion until he finally succumbed to sleep. No one was there for him, no one to even shout at him to be quiet or punch him in the throat. It was just utter loneliness now.



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Chapter Eleven

Upon arriving home on that quiet, eerie night, Dib was relieved to find that no insane Irken had followed him. He was alone now, and he had the feeling he would have a peaceful night in contrast to the others he had experienced.

As Dib had made his way into the house and up to his room, the lingering smell of day old blood hit him. It wasn’t quite as harsh and foul as the pile of junk found in Zim’s closet. However, it was enough to make the boy groan in both agony and nausea, but the smell didn’t seem to stop him from hobbling to his bed and allowing himself to collapse upon it.

At least he was safe for now, and tonight would be one of the only nights open for him to sleep without much worry. Zim was still too weak to come for him, and the computer was keeping him indoors for tonight.

As Dib lay on his bed with his eyes pealed wide open, he felt himself almost grow drowsy as time proceeded. He even fell into a deep and much needed sleep within fifteen minutes or so. Thankfully, he wasn't disturbed at all through the night by visits or near-death experiences. Just calm sleep—maybe ridden with nightmares and uncertainty—but sleep nonetheless.

Dib had fallen into such a deep sleep that it felt like only minutes went by before his alarm clock was heard blaring in his ears from the nightstand beside him. He jumped awake, grumbling a bit as he reached over to slam the ‘off’ button on the top of his clock.

Dib’s eyes took a moment to adjust to the light that was filtering into his room from the window. After he was able to fully open his eyes, he looked back to his nightstand to see that there was a message flashing on the message machine, alerting him to a missed and probably important call.

The boy squinted at the blinking light for a moment before reaching for his glasses, which were still smeared with blood, and placing them on his face. He sat up now and pressed the blinking light, then waited for the message to play.

"This is Doctor Gaul's office, calling to confirm Dib Membrane's appointment with us at two forty this afternoon. We hope to see you with us today!" A cheery woman's voice spoke through the recording.

Dib let out a tired yawn, letting himself fall back lazily on the bed. He had decided that he wasn’t going to school since the appointment would cut into class anyway, and he didn’t want to risk encountering the alien today. Though, something told him Zim wouldn’t be there either that day...

It wasn't even certain if Zim would have gone to school after last night. It was a miracle he even got himself to the door of his own base every morning the way it was.All there was to do now was wait nervously until the time came around for his appointment.

Dib found himself wondering about Zim now as he lay staring blankly at the ceiling. He wondered what the Irken was doing now, or how well he was doing for that matter. The thought of losing him still created some discomfort in the boy’s already disturbed mind which caused him to let out a small whimper.

Any day the Irken could simply collapse and never move again, at least at the rate his body was deteriorating at. He was becoming ill, choking on his blood, and even harming himself out of this insanity.

Dib was able to force himself out of bed now and stretched before heading lazily towards the bathroom. Once he pushed through the cracked door and flicked on the lights, his reflection in the large mirror over the sink caught his eye and he took this time to fully examine himself for the first time since this all began.

The boy’s once clear, pale cheeks were now red and scarred from where the Irken’s sharp claws had run deep into his flesh. His hair was quite the mess; his once perfectly formed ‘scythe’ lock atop his head now a matted mess. Despite the deep sleep he had the night before, his eyes were plagued with dark circles under them; they had to be from the constant stress and paranoia though. Finally, he examined his clothes. His shirt had practically been torn to shreds at the hands of Zim and large spots of blood stained the fabric.

Of course if he were to show up at the psychiatrist office like this, they would probably instantly commit him. It would probably be in best interest to at least clean himself up and look a bit tidy.

After taking a long look at himself and breathing a heavy sigh, Dib turned to the shower and turned the water until it was nearly at a boiling point. He stripped his clothes off and hopped in rather eagerly since he often took hot showers when he was under much stress. It was definitely much needed and appreciated today.

No one was there to disturb him either while he showered. Gaz was at school, Professor Membrane at work always, and Zim wherever he decided to go.

For once in the last few days, Dib wasn’t thinking or worrying about Zim. In fact, he wasn’t thinking of anything at all really. He allowed his mind to go blank as the warm shower and the sound of the running water relaxed him greatly.

After about twenty minutes, he finally emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and he headed back to his bedroom. He headed to his closet first to pick out some clothes before a small box hit his forehead before plopping onto the floor. He bent down to grab it before realizing this was the box that held all of the pictures of Zim he had collected over the years. He quickly dressed himself before sitting cross legged on the floor with the box in front of him, taking a deep breath and opening the box and sifting through the years of history within the photos.

The alien looked so different in his photos compared to how he looked now. He was bright eyed and loud, eyes a blazing crimson filled with fierce determination and persistence. His skin was an almost pretty jade color with his demeanor always proud and tall. It was shockingly horrible how different he looked now...

Eventually, after hours of just sitting there and doing nothing, 2:15 came around. Dib decided to head out at this time so not to risk showing up late. He gave the photos one last glance where they sat on the floor before making his way out of his house to face the stares from people he was sure he would receive as he made his way to the office.

The office wasn’t too hard to find, in fact it was along the route he took on his way to school. He hesitated to go inside though, staring up at the door as if it were judging him as well now. After much disputation, he pushed through the doors and crept inside almost like a frightened child might do.

There were a couple of people sitting on seats, some looking more disturbed than others. The nurse behind the counter was taking patients and new patient's information with a large practiced smile.

Dib remained quite upon observing this and slowly made his way to an empty seat in the corner of the room. He wrapped his trench coat around his body defensively now as he stared at the others in the room.

The patients all kept to themselves, looking about as nervous as Dib did. Some rocked back in forth in their seats, while others cried quietly to themselves. The nurse called his name with a sweet smile, seeing he was quite young.

Dib jumped slightly at his name, quickly standing and heading towards the front desk with a weak smile as he tried to appear friendly. He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous here, but he hated the fact that he was acting so much like a three-year-old.

The nurse smiled sympathetically. "I just need you to fill out a small clipboard really quick before you go back to Doctor Gaul, okay hun?" She spoke, hoping to soothe his nerves.

“Yeah.” Dib replied quietly as he took the clipboard and retreated to his corner, avidly filling out the papers. After five minutes or so, he returned to the desk and waited for the woman’s acknowledgement before doing anything more.

She smiled and took it from him with a soft 'thank you' in reply. After he went back to his seat, it only took another ten minutes before they called him back to see the doctor.

Dib stood, again, and walked hesitantly towards the doctor’s office towards the back of the room. He paused in the doorway of the doctor’s office though, again waiting for some kind of acknowledgement.

A slightly grayed man sat at a desk, sifting through papers. He looked up and nodded his head a bit to him. "You must be the Membrane kid.."

Dib scowled a bit at this before speaking. “Yep.. I’m Dib.” He asserted as he wasn’t quite fond of being called ‘the Membrane kid’.

"Please, come take a seat." Dr.Gaul spoke, motioning to a couch across from his desk. "We've been yearning to get you here for years now."

Dib walked inside and sat stiffly on the couch that was being motioned to. “Of course. I’m sure my father has told you all about how ‘insane’ I am.”

"Yes yes... but from what your father told me, you think there's an alien after you?" Dr.Gaul questioned, raising a brow. "Tell me... does this sound rational in your mind?"

Dib crossed his arms over his chest and sighed deeply before replying again. “Of course it doesn’t sound right to you people. But why would I lie about an alien? Something I have been studying my whole life! And you think I would actually lie about my life being in danger? I’m not that desperate for attention.” After a quick pause, his eyes flicked back up the doctor as his hands uncrossed and pointed up to his scarred cheeks. “These scars are from that damned alien!”

The balding man held his hands up innocently, not wanting to rile the insane child up. "Now now, I never called you a liar. We have a thing for this called schizophrenia where you see things that others don't. This 'alien' that you're seeing may just be a manifestation of your fears and anger that has taken life to you." He replied. "The scars? Marks your skin has made as a result of your brain convincing you so hard that there was damage inflicted by this figment, that it actually caused the skin to become wounded. That, or you do them yourself without being aware of it during these attacks as a way of also showing that your mind is controlling this figment, and therefore controlling the pain."

Dib shook his head in a silent denial of everything Dr. Gual had just told him. “This.. This isn’t schizophrenia.. This is real, doctor. Just.. no one is around when he attacks. He waits until I am alone. But he attacked my teacher!” Dib’s ramblings slowly came to a pause again as he looked almost desperately at the doctor. “Do.. do you really think it’s in my head?”

Dr.Gaul sighed and leaned back a bit in his seat. "Dib, I've dealt with many cases like these. All of them sound almost identical to yours, with the details tweaked of course. My point is, I do believe that this is nothing more than a mere delusion you are having. There is no alien Dib, there isn't anyone out to get you, this is just in your head. And I'm here to help you smooth that out, and make this projection your brain is making go away."

Dib leaned back in his own seat as well, looking down almost in devastation at the thought that this could actually just be in his head. Everything the doctor had suggested seemed plausible.. But the thought that Zim might have actually just been an illusion through all of these years was horrible to think about. “But... My class.. They saw him attack my teacher.. They saw me stop him.”

"Are you sure Dib?" The doctor questioned. "Are you sure they didn't see you attack her? Perhaps you saw this alien... but if you are controlling him with your mind.. then perhaps it was actually you."

Dib’s head sprung back up now to stare Dr. Gual in the eye now. “No! I would never just attack someone!” Still, Dib paused some more as he thought through everything that was going on in his head now. “Well... What do you suggest we do then?” he mumbled.

The doctor smiled when he saw he was willing to work with him. "Well, there is some medication that should stop your brain from producing this fake image." He explained. "It should calm your nerves as well."

“I see.” Dib replied shortly at the much dreaded thought of medication.

The doctor nodded his head a bit. "Just give it a try..." He convinced. "They will help your mind get better... you can be part of society."

Dib simply nodded as he brought his knees up to his chest, much like he did when the terrifying shadows of Zim had haunted him a couple nights ago. “So, when do I get it then?”

"As soon as I write the prescription and send it to the nurse. She'll get it all there for you." He replied. "Now tell me... how long have you seen this alien?"

Dib closed his eyes for a moment as if struggling to remember this information. “Five years I think. But he wasn’t insane until a month ago.. He started attacking me a couple days ago though when I approached him at lunch.”

The doctor hummed as he began scribbling on a notepad as he listened. "So... you've seen him for five years?" He concluded. "Has anything particularly tragic or upsetting happened within the last month or so that might have triggered this change?"

“Uh.. He was sent here to ‘conquer Earth’, but it turned out that his mission lied and his leaders actually banished him here. He blamed it on me since I was the only one who knew about his plans and stopped all of them.”

The doctor was quiet for a moment as he continued to write. He finally set his pen down and looked up at him. "So, what I'm hearing is you feel that the world has robbed you of something, and you feel that your 'mission' here in life is a big waste and you feel like the world is cheating you of something. And you blame yourself subconsciously because of your differences."

Dib cocked his head a little at this. The doctor seemed to have an explanation to shut him down about everything and he found this to be quite annoying. But, he kept his opinions to himself. “I guess so..”

The doctor hummed and nodded a bit. "How are you liked in school? Do you have any friends? Are you bullied?"

Dib sighed as he stared out of the window behind Dr. Gual, replying in a rather monotone voice. “I stay quiet and I have no friends. Yes, I’m bullied sometimes, but not nearly as bad as it was in the past.”

"Are you physically bullied ever?" The doctor questioned. "How's your home life? Is it happy? Have both your parents? Any siblings?"

“I’ve been beaten up a couple times in the locker room by this one kid...” Dib paused as he considered the other question, the let out a sarcastic laugh as if the answer should’ve been obvious. “My home life? I never see my father, my mother is dead and my little sister hates me.”

He frowned a bit as he wrote this down. "Are you depressed then? Do you feel sad a lot?" He questioned, as if sympathetic for him.

Dib nodded slowly, letting out another sigh. “Yeah.. I guess so. I am lonely and quite sad most of the time..”

"Do you think maybe your mind created this alien as a way to keep your mind and time occupied so you wouldn't feel so lonely? And the more you believed it and sought after him, the more real and more personality he began to have?" The doctor questioned, almost putting a challenge to what he thought.

Dib’s eyes wandered back to the doctor now, raising an eyebrow slightly. “I guess. And I’m scared that I’m losing him, even if he is trying to kill me..”

The doctor handed over a box of tissues to him. "I think you're worried of losing yourself... I will do my best to help make you better..." He assured him.

“Thanks then..” Dib replied, though he sounded quite resentful. “So can I go then?”

"That's up to you. I'm paid for the full hour, but you're free to leave and consult the nurse if you please." He replied as he handed him a prescription pad. "Just hand this to her. You'll need to take three at a time twice daily."

Dib frowned as he found this to be quite a heavy dose, but he didn’t argue or say anything against it as he reached for the paper. “If you don’t have anymore questions for me I guess I’ll go..”

"Well, unless you want to tell me a little about your history and where things started going bad, I really don't think just asking you questions will suffice." Dr.Gaul replied.

Dib shrugged and relaxed back into the seat, looking back towards the window as he drew a deep breath. “Everything was fine before Zim lost his mind. In a way, he gave me something to live for since I have waited my whole life to meet an alien..”

He hummed softly at that and frowned. "So you've named him?" The doctor commented. "Zim?"

Dib perked up a little almost surprised himself that he had mentioned the Irken’s name. He opened his mouth a little and let out a small breath, carrying with it a couple words. “Yeah... Zim..”
Sorry these are coming out a lot slower. XD Kitty and I are just sick and don't have tiiime.

This was actually done an hour ago, I just wanted a new preview pic. I don't like it. I was lazy because I am hacking up a lung over here. XD But whatever! Naked Deeeeeb. And none of you say he is pleasureing himself or I will kill you. :iconnotimpressedplz: HE'S SAD OKAY?

Okay I'm going to be miserable now. THANK YOU KITTY FOR HELPING ME EDIT THIS ONE. <3

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Chapter Thirteen

Morning came early for the traumatized boy, his alarm blaring loudly in his ear that morning. It was another school day, but would he dare even risk it? The answer was an obvious no as he slammed the top of his blaring alarm with a tight fist, then covered himself back in his blankets. After lying there for several minutes to think over his situation, he considered that maybe some human interaction would help clear his mind... Maybe someone would finally talk to him.

That was a shot in the dark though when it was really considered. What would make today any different from the others to the point someone would speak to him? Especially now that word was getting around that Dib was falling deeper into a psychosis that left him dangerous to others.

He made his final decision to skip again today. In fact, he was even considering the possibility of not going anymore all together. It wasn’t doing him any good anyway and with his current being; he was in no mood for people to talk even more about him.

The silence in the house and the intense loneliness was excruciating now. He didn't have a soul in the world that wanted his presence around. Not a single living being left in that town wanted to be near him or their name even mentioned in the same sentence as he own name.

Dib questioned now if anyone would even notice if he were to be murdered like his sister. Chances were not even his own father cared enough for the two of them to even notice something that devastating had happened to them, or Gaz for now at least. The thoughts made him groan and close his eyes tightly, gripping the blankets as if trying to fight off this idea.

After five more minutes or so, he threw himself from his bed and stared wildly around the room, as if expecting someone to be there. He was alone. There didn’t even seem to be any signs or sounds indicating that Zim had been there.

He made his way slowly down the stairs, examining everything in a desperate search for anyone to be there. He was still in a sort of disbelief that his sister was actually gone...

Finally he made it downstairs to the living room, standing in front of the end table where his open pill bottle lay on its side from being clumsily put down the night before. Dib reached for two pills laying on the surface and downed them without a moment of hesitation.

There hadn't been any signs of anyone trying to get into the house overnight, and no more blood was left in the house. It was just sadly quiet in the house.

After taking this in, Dib sat slowly on the couch and stared out of the large window on the wall to his left. It was a rather grey and dull day with a thick cloud cover, not even a single crack in them to be seen. As Dib peered out at the dull environment, he almost found himself longing for Zim in a way. This was probably because he wanted to reassure himself that the alien was in fact real and just to have some form of interaction with another. The loneliness was beginning to grow to be overwhelming and it was growing even faster since he was already at the verge of losing his mind.

“... Zim...” He whispered, almost in a desperate invitation to the other.

On cloudy days like these, Zim hardly ever went outside either. There was always a chance for rain, and he had always been nervous about any sort of acidic water drop.

Dib squirmed and whimpered slightly where he sat the longer he stared longingly out of the window. He considered walking by Zim’s house now just to check on him, but it could bring up fresh memories of yesterday potentially. There were great chances Zim would not be out anyway. With the gloomy weather out and threatening to rain, however, it could be a good time to walk around to get a bit of mind-clearing fresh air.

After several more minutes of painful silence, Dib finally decided to go outside for a quick walk to try and take his mind away from the horrible reality that he was completely alone in this house now. A chilling breeze greeted him once he opened the door, causing his body to jolt with a sudden shiver. Though it was tempting to stay inside of the warm house, Dib pressed forward and closed to door behind him. He slumped and shoved his hands in his pockets as he headed towards town where he hoped would be plenty of things to distract him. Perhaps someone may even try talking to him. It was wishful thinking, at least.

The people in town just ignored him though, walking by on the sidewalk and passing him like he were just any other young kid skipping school. There were many shops open early for everyone's convenience.

This reaction from people didn’t come as a surprise to the boy though as hadn’t had much hope for any human interaction anyway. However, he did receive some acknowledgment from a small puppy in the pet store window as he started to pass by whom had let out a small ‘yip’. The small labrador seemed a little shy and quiet as he sat with his head lowered, much like the boy was himself. Dib paused to stare at him through the window and he couldn’t help the small smile that creased his face after a moment.

The rest of the puppies tumbled and yipped happily amongst each other. The little lab yelped fearfully when one bumped him from behind, sending him skittering forward and somersaulting over his hind quarters clumsily.

Though it seemed almost a little cruel, Dib let out a small giggle at the other’s misfortune fall. He pressed his hands against the glass, leaning in a bit closer as he attempted to communicate. “I know how you feel, buddy.”

The puppy clumsily waddled back to his feet, looking at the glass where someone was pressed. He barked a bit as he pressed his own paws to the glass and wagged his tail. The other puppies rushed over to leap at the glass, knocking the little lab aside.

Dib let out another chuckle as he watched the little dog. He had considered purchasing the puppy now as he knew it would provide him company that he desperately needed, but it occurred to him that he had no money and that everything close to him was torn apart at the hands of Zim. The thought of the little puppy getting killed was enough to send the boy away from the glass and head down the sidewalk again in woe.

The puppy whimpered as he walked away, trotting to the other side of the glass and pawing at the glass wildly as he did. He licked the smudged barrier separating them, continuing to whine.

The small whimpers caught his attention once again as he stopped in his tracks to look back at the small puppy. He had a feeling this dog would be more than enough to keep him sane, but with that came the risk of him dying at the hands of Zim. However, he figured he would be able to defend the dog if the need to do so popped up, so with that he rushed inside of the store and approached the clerk slowly even though he hadn’t any money.

“Excuse me?” Dib nearly whispered.

The clerk didn't notice him for a little while, perhaps just ignoring him in hopes he'd leave. He looked down after a few seconds and sighed. "Can I help you?"

“I want that little labrador puppy over there.” Dib replied, motioning towards the puppy display in the window. “You can just charge Professor Membrane for everything.”

He raised a brow, looking at him a bit more. "Oh yeah, you're that crazy Membrane kid." He shrugged as he didn't care as long as he made a sale.

Dib smiled, satisfied with the fact that there was an advantage to being the Professor’s son. Before going to grab the puppy, Dib collected a blue leather collar and leash, a medium sized dog bed, a food bowl and a decent sized bag of dog food. It was quite a bit to hold on to, but he was able to maneuver. After collecting these items, Dib headed towards the display and placed the things in a pile beside him, grabbing the collar and leash before reaching inside and clipping the collar on the lab’s neck and pulling him out. Once the dog was on the ground, he collected his items again and headed towards the door. “Uh, thanks I guess!” He said to the clerk cheerfully.

"Whatever. Now leave." The clerk replied, jabbing his thumb toward the door. The little puppy squirmed and hopped around hyperly, seeming excited about finally being free from all the others.

Dib rolled his eyes and shoved his way out of the door, leading the puppy along with him. As he walked with the other down the sidewalk, he spoke to him almost like he would another human. Just the presence of the joyful dog seemed to erase every memory that had haunted him up to this point.

The dog barked hyperly as he ran around wildly while he walked. He seemed to enjoy running around Dib's legs, tying his feet up with his leash along his way.

Sure enough, when Dib went to lift a foot he found it loosely bound to the other but it was enough to trip him. But even with his hands full, he was able to prevent himself from completely falling on his face. He grunted and chuckled a little, tugging almost playfully on the leash. “You can’t tie me up while I’m trying to walk, boy!”

The puppy yipped excitedly and bounded around him as he spoke to him, seeming very thrilled to be paid attention to. He pawed at his pants leg and leaped back a bit, seeming eager to get to wherever they were going.

Though the puppy made walking to his home quite difficult, he was able to lead them there rather quickly which was a relief since he was finally able to put everything down. Once his hands were free, he reached down and unclipped the leash from the dog’s collar and picked up the bowl he had gotten from the store. He disappeared in the kitchen for a moment and returned with the bowl full of water. Dib placed it on the living room floor and called the puppy over by whistling to him.

The puppy scampered over to the water bowl, but got ahead of himself and stumbled. He wound up face first in the water bowl, scooting back up and sneezing as the water had gotten in his nose.

Dib snickered at this as he lowered himself to sit in front of the puppy, smiling at him almost non-stop. “You’re pretty clumsy, aren’t you?” He paused as he reached forward to plant a hand on the top of his head. “I’ll call you Einstein.” he declared happily.

The puppy yipped as he leaped onto his lap, pawing at his shirt. He panted and bounced a bit as he licked his face excitedly as he seemed quite fond of his new name.
Ahhh yes. Here we have the filler puppy who is here to bring you small amounts of joy and giggles! Hopefully this will make you forgive us for killing Gaz.. Though I know you'll hate us later. PRAISE KATT FOR WRITING THE DOG'S PARTS. XD <3

I hope you like it! Sorry for the long gap between chapters but we were still sick for a while. ;-; But we are doing a lot better. <3 And it's a bit short, but we didn't want it to drag on and we thought this was a cute place to end it. :3

Image is mine.

Story belongs to :iconinvader-neo: and I. :heart:

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