I don't own Invader Zim okay? I got this idea listening to Nobody's Listening by Linkin Park today and had to write it. Also I haven't written a Zimfic in awhile so I figured I would write this little minidrabble one-shot. It is from Dib's Point of View. Anyway, enough with the A/N, on with the fic!!!!!!!!
Dib's POV
I walk along this trail like I do every day. Nothing too new unless you count the rabbit trail and the graffiti from kids who think they are being rebellious by spray painting demonic symbols on the rocks by the river. God, they've done that since before it happened. I guess they are all sorry they called me crazy now. I mean I was calling to them so clearly. I yelled out so much. And how do they repay me? Calling me crazy! Trashing talking me! Brushing me off! Sending the White Coats in to take me! Although I will admit…messing with my dad's equipment before Halloween and tripling the output was…ummm…I hate to admit… a stupid idea.
That brings me to my next complaint in this world. My father. He was a so called man of science but was not open to new ideas. What a scientist! I hope you notice I am being sarcastic there. He thought what he was taught in college was the only things that were out there. I told him about how Galileo and Da Vinci were treated. He respects their minds a lot. I find it funny he doesn't see it. I guess he does now. Takes a huge revolution to get him to see anything; that man is a fool. I warned him so many times. He could have been the tool to stop them. He could have helped to stop them all and I could help him.
I guess it is no use now. Nobody's listening and no one ever will. I had to realize this fact long ago. Now the Irkens have taken over and made sure no one will listen to me. They all made me seem like an idiot. I know that that is how all my classmates saw me and I know that they will see me like that now. It never changes. Those who see what they are told see everything and nothing. I told them everything loud and clear so much that I began to hate what I was saying. If that doesn't show how much I stressed it to them and they still didn't listen! I am beginning to wonder if I should still care about them.
It has put so much stress on me that I can't stand it anymore. I want to save the world against the Irkens, but I cannot do it alone. It is so obvious that the people won't listen. Sometimes I think it best to go along my own way and stop caring. Believe me, I have tried. I tried so much but I can't stop caring. I feel like I have to save the world from these Irkens and the menace they cause. I have to decide, sanity and keeping the news of the Irkens quiet or insanity and being ignored and trying to be kept quiet by the Irkens.
I know now what I must do. I must keep up the crusade. I must keep talking about them, spreading the word. I know somebody will listen. I may be persecuted and kept down but I got to keep going. Hopefully, somebody will listen but for now, nobody is listening.
I hope you liked it. I had writer's block for such a long time. I'm working on my other fics now but for now I had to write this. Remember to read, well you just did, and review.
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