Quote of awesome: "All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident." –Arthur Schopenhauer, German philosopher.
Dib ducked and dodged. Breath flew through his lungs. Feet pounded on the pavement as he raced homeward, past all the kids that wanted to make his life miserable.
As soon as he made it to the safety of his room, he couldn't keep the tears in. They spilled out and streaked his face. Why? Why? Why? WHY? WHY did they think it was right to tell him what was right and what was wrong? He could discover that for himself!
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Why did he even bother?
No. He can't think like that. Zim would win then and the Earth would be gone.
But then they would realize what fools they've been.
It's better that they DIDN'T find out that way. Who knows how the Irkens treat their slaves?
Still, at least they would realize that he was right.
Shut up. He would be enslaved too. That's not good.
Who says he would be? He could escape before it all happened. If all he's learned from hacking Zim's base, the Massive is well named and pretty obvious.
He would never leave millions of innocent people to the hands of those alien scums.
Oh? After the way they treat him? You still think he wouldn't pass up the opportunity? You're a fool.
Dib could have sworn two little Dibs (hehe Dibs) were sitting on his shoulders and bickering constantly. Man, that was annoying!
The doorbell sliced threw his thoughts. Dib whipped off the tears and opened the door to a very angry Zim.
"I require your assistance," Zim pulled out a gun-shaped thing, pressing it to the boy's forehead "and you will help me."
This was not good. Despite the gun, Dib scrapped up all the pride in his body and faced his enemy.
"Why do you need MY help, Zim?" he sneered the name.
"I want revenge on the Irken Empire."
This was supposed to be a Dib centric angst-filled oneshot but somehow it turned into a Dib and Zim adventure-loaded multi-chapter. How the bleep did that happen?