Devi brushed her long purple hair up into two ponytails. It was odd how her hair was colored. While other people had to dye theirs purple hers was naturally this way. Instead of purple she dyed hers black, but she wanted to keep it natural lately. She had to go out today. There was no other choice. Her groceries where out, and a human needs food to survive. Not only that, but she had already not eaten in two days as it was.

Why wasn't there a fuckin delivery service on Sundays? She slipped on her old tennis shoes edging her way to the door, un-doing the lock, and slowly (very slowly) peeking her head out the door. "Forgetting something?" A voice hissed behind her.

Devi didn't even bother to look back. "No, Sickness, you're not coming." She slammed the door shut, and went out into the hall before Sickness could say another word.

…

Devi whispered quietly to herself. "This is an old run-down neighborhood, and the Grocery store is downtown" An eerie feeling wavered in the air that for some reason it was dangerous here. She kept walking regardless, and after several minutes found herself in front of an old house with boarded up windows. "Johnny, that's Johnny's house." Devi shuddered praying that the door wouldn't open. When you really wish something doesn't happen, inevitably it always does.

His door creaked open, and the first visible part of him were those old knee high boots that were obviously worn down from being worn almost every day. Johnny peaked his head out seeming just as paranoid as Devi when she left her house. He caught sight of her, freezing for a second. After he was able to move again he opened his door completely. "Devi." He said her name loud and clear.

"Johnny." Honestly Devi couldn't think of other words to say, so it just stayed at his name.

Johnny shuffled his feet around nervously. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry? You already told me you were sorry, on that god-forsaken fucked upon recorder you laid alongside your phone! I get it! You are as sorry, as a fucking murderer can get! That, however, doesn't change my fucking life back to normal." Devi folded her arms, but was kind of cautious so if a knife flew at her she would be able to dodge it.

Johnny seemed to be struggling with an internal battle at this point and time. When he was finally able to look up, if Devi wasn't mistaken, he looked about ready to cry. "Would you please…come in?"

Devi was appalled. How stupid was he? He tried to kill her, and now was inviting her back into his house? Then why? Why was she walking towards his door!?

Once they were both inside Johnny quietly shut the door behind them. "Did I…Did I really screw up your life that much?" Johnny looked even more hurt after every second of time passing by.

"...I can't forgive you yet, as you probably expected. You tried to kill me after all. But,"Devi pausedstruggling over the right words. "Something tells me that some good may come of this, so I'm going to tell you what has become of my life after your date, after that evening. I have left my house a total of three and a half times. Why I say half is because one of them I only made it halfway through the door. My life was going down long spiral, and wouldn't hit bottom. It just kept getting worse."

The more she talked the more hurt Johnny looked.

Devi saw that. "Somehow, even though my life was down on the bottom of the world, I learned something. My paintings have gotten a lot better since my encounter with you. For some reason there is more inspiration. I guess a taste of death awakened me. It showed me how badly I was living my life up until this point. I wanted to work harder at my art, and be better. So even after all that, I have one more thing to say. Thank you."

Johnny gave a half smile."No, don't thank me. It was a mistake. That's all my life has been, one mistake after another. I can't live peacefully, I can't die peacefully. I will never be at peace. I can't achieve any normal form of happiness, but what you said…it's all wrong. I couldn't have helped you. I can't even help myself."

Devi looked at his floorboards were several bloodstains were visible. She actually did it; she felt sorry for him. What could she do ton help him though? It was obvious he needed help, and for some reason she wanted to give it.

"Johnny, I can see something in you I didn't even see before. I didn't even see it on the sane part of our date. Something tells me it could be a good thing. You seem to have changed for the better as best you can. I will give you a second chance, but be warned we take it very slow? Do you understand? Don't blow it this time."

Johnny grinned widely. "That makes me rather happy, actually." Devi cringed. He was happy. Though, this time he didn't go for a knife. He moved to the couch. "I have television, if you like. The reception is not that good. It still works though."

She warily watched him switching it on to see an add for the latest video game. She gave an awkward smile. "I used to be a gamer when I was young, grade school actually. That all changed, I changed, after my brother ran way. He died. I never knew I could miss someone who no one ever liked in the first place, but I did."

Johnny shrugged. "I'm sorry. I guess even those type of people can be missed. The sad thing is I simply can't relate. I'm not even that type of person."

…

"Goodbye Gaz! I'm going away! Far away! No more Zim or paranormal studies. I don't care anymore! No one will even miss me! They all just think I'm crazy!"

Gaz didn't even looked up from her game but made a grunt to signal how she didn't even care, at least not at the current moment.

The door slammed heavily, and Dib said goodbye forever with out even waving to the Membrane household.

…

Johnny blinked. What an odd fantasy. Who was that kid? "I'm going downstairs' for awhile. Feel free to look at anything up here, but I wouldn't follow me…for your own sanity." Johnny paced himself to the stairwell.

Devi shuddered. She still felt uncomfortable in this house.

Johnny was staring at the old bloody wall. A troubling thought was arising in his mind, and slowly it led into another fantasy.

…

"Hello Dib."

"Who is there?" Dib whirled around looking for the voices location.

"Only you Dib, I'm you."

"No, that's a lie! I'm not really crazy."

"You were not really crazy, yes. Now, you are. You snapped back there when you ran way. Now, you know. I am your head voice Dib."

"Okay! So you're my head voice. It was going to happen sooner or later?"

"You are not upset?"

"Why would I be? I am now what people call me, a true man of their word. You know, I am dead to them now. I need a new life, to start over. A name change possibly. From now on, I go by a different title. From now on call me…ummm…Johnny C."

…

The fantasy once again ended. That boy was him!? He was this Dib kid? Then it all came back, everything thing. The constant Zim chases, how everyone hated him, and how his dad resented his talents. Wait a second. If that was so, was Devi Gaz? Did she change her name and life too? He needed to tell her.

Man his life was a real fucking mess now. What did he do? He used to be normal. Damnit!! Johnny reached the top of the stairs. Devi who was now glancing out the window looked him over.

"Gaz." Johnny approached hr.

"That's not my name anymore. It will never be my name again. How did you…" Devi was interrupted.

"You know who I am. You know more about me than you think."

"I know nothing more than you told me." Devi's eyes narrowed. He was acting weird again, so much for trusting him.

Johnny shook his head. He needed to give her a hint. She needed to figure it out on her own. "Devi, did you know I stargaze at night? I never really knew why, but stars always seemed very relieving to me. Just the fact that we could not be alone. Maybe it would be different if aliens were real. You know?"

Devi squinted hard. Johnny was starting to resemble…with that dialogue…No way! He died. Might as well try. "So you're…you're Dib?"

Johnny's eyes where solemn. "Yes…yes I am."

Devi was shocked. "That's impossible. He's dead."

Johnny shrugged. "Then how about I tell you all I now on an alien named Zim. If this isn't a dream, and my current reality isn't lying to me then he was prime target of my chidhood studies."

Devi was angry at this point. "Fuck! Why couldn't you bring it up earlier? Huh!? MY brother fucking died! At least, I thought he did! So tell me why he is standing right in front of me as an insane person. You know, everyone always thought you were crazy, but Christ!"

Johnny stepped alongside her glancing out the window. "We have both changed. We are now different people. I am now Johnny, and you are now Devi. We will not address each other as Dib and Gaz. Those people are gone. In fact Dib was completely dead to me, until I remembered him about five minutes ago."

Devi nodded, remembering back to their first date. That seemed so awkward by now. What did they even do before he tried to kill her? There was a movie, dinner, the hill, and then they went back to his place. They were sitting on the couch, leaning in. "OH DEAR GOD!" Devi yelled suddenly. "I almost kissed my fucking brother!"

Johnny remembered too. "Human touch is bad for me; I can't stand it. Luckily it probably NEVER would have happened."

Devi's eyes narrowed. "You wore glasses. Where did they go?"

Johnny reached up feeling his face. "So I did. That's why I have trouble reading things from a distance supposedly. I never thought much of it. it was just another defect. Our father, still an infamous scientist?"

"A dead scientist. One of his concoctions was the death of him. The chemicals ate him alive. Luckily I was already eighteen at this point.'

Johnny was taken aback. "He…he didn't even miss me?"

Devi looked down. "No, though some one else strangely did. Zim. Funny, huh? He never took over the planet. I knew he was an alien by the way. I just didn't care back then. He kinda headed back into space. No one saw him after that."

"I wasted a lot of time on that little shit." Johnny sighed. 'I could definitely call it a wasted childhood."

Devi shrugged. "I agree with that, but you don't seem to be enjoying adulthood either."

"Whoever enjoys adulthood has something wrong with them. Pleasure it to rare these days. If you can find it, you are one of the lucky ones."

A/N: I know…I know…holy shit…weird story…I just wanted to play this out, and see how it would go. My mind is fucked up like that. Oh come on. Have you not ever noticed how dib strangely looks like Nny, and Devi looks like gaz? Either JV was too ti8red to think of something newer or he was just like "Hmmmm…wonder if anyone will notice"…lol…anyways…