Introduction:
Dib was an alien like boy; he had a noticeably large head and a thin body. He was estranged in a world which didn't seem to follow his brand of logic or sense of self-preservation. He couldn't understand the world, mainly others in it; but even though he was always the odd one out, he had dreams of saving the world from immanent devastation. Oh how they'd cheer and celebrate, name a city after him even… or perhaps not laugh at him. One day, he'd be recognized.
His father was recognized "The Great Professor Membrane." But his father was always away discovering new and more important things than one lone boy. Even when he was around, there was a looming shame Dib felt twist inside his stomach, a let-down in the overcast of great expectations. He was smart, smarter than some of the men working for his father, yet… he pursued "foolish" studies like the paranormal. Maybe Dib was searching for a place that he'd finally fit in, or for a friend of the same mental wave length, but whatever the reason Dib had to relentlessly believe in his "myths" and "stories," to his father and everyone else he knew, Dib was crazy.
The irony of this story is that Dib had actual proof of the paranormal, but nobody believes a crazy man, and so Dib became more and more "crazy" as he tried to justify himself with greater and greater enthusiasm. He collected proof of aliens and monsters in his room like a desperate mad man with a beautiful mind. When he was eleven, his fixation grew exponentially, he ranted and raged about one of his classmates being one of the aliens he was so determined to reveal. He was right about the alien in class of course, but he was far too "crazy" and "just a child," nothing to be listened to. So the evidence and the truth crawled on its belly over and between the groves and crevices of Dibs brain, gnawing at him to be freed. Why, why didn't anyone believe him? He had proof, but… How, how could they not see, it was so obvious! He would never be recognized, would he? He was alone in his head, with the truth eating away at him, as the alien classmate planned to destroy everything he knew and loved.
Most children these days would curl up and call it quits, but Dib stiffened his lip and put the safety of the world on his shoulders. He'd save the world, not for the praise or glory, but because he wanted to save his home. He foiled many and many more of the alien's plans, of "Zim's" plans, and through this, there was a strange bond. His thoughts of loneliness and un-recognition were replaced with Zim- foiling his plans and stopping him before it was too late. As his obsession changed from the general paranormal, to revealing Zim for the alien invader he was, there came another change. The rotten thrill of seeing Zim scared, seeing Zim in pain- an act that made him feel justified for all the torment Zim and his kind had given him by not being "real," for how alone he felt among his own kind when an alien invader could blend in so horribly and yet so well.
Now Dib wasn't a violent kid, he was mad, frustrated, and he took that out on Zim, the REAL "outsider." Dib wasn't the weird one, it was Zim, and yet, Dib was still the one being laughed at and ostracized. His bullying of Zim, a "perfectly normal human child," was always uncalled for in the eyes of the other students, it was always without reason, though Zim would encourage Dib. Eventually, Dib was sent to the councilor's office. The problem had gone on long enough.
Mr Dwicky, the new councilor, was never announced, nor the departure of the old councilor before him. He had a strange shiftiness in his eyes, his tie was wrinkled, his dark hair was freely combed out to the sides and parted down the center. He looked normal over all though, but the large smile on his face told Dib he was in line to interact with yet another human he wouldn't understand, nor someone who would understand him. Little did Dib know, that this was the beginning of yet another extra abnormal friendship.