A/N: This is a crossover fic of Invader Zim and Silent Hill. Invader Zim is the product of Jhonen Vasquez and Nickelodeon. Silent Hill is the product of Konami. This is the only time I will state this.

This is the first story I've written that I'm really trying to make good; so constructive criticism is EXTREAMLY APPRECIATED. Other than that, I'm pretty indifferent about reviews and whatnot; story hits are my lifeblood. Oh, and I also take your ideas and opinions seriously, so if you have any suggestions I'd love to hear 'em.

This is also the first story in my (soon to be) collection of Silent Hill crossovers.

About the Story: I'm listing this under Invader Zim and not Silent Hill because all you really need to know is IZ, I'll explain Silent Hill as the story progresses. So, in summary: YOU DON'T NEED TO KNOW SILENT HILL TO UNDERSTAND THIS. I think. Other than that, this story is greatly influenced by the second game, aptly named Silent Hill 2. So it will focus heavily on the reasons behind the monsters and locale, and not so much on the killing of said monsters. I am using an OC as the god for Silent Hill, and there are some other OCs, mostly as cannon fodder.

I've taken you time long enough, so without further adieu, I present to you the first (short) chapter of "Dib's Restless Dreams"


"In my restless dreams, I see that town. Silent Hill. I've always wanted to go there, always have but never did."

Dib put his notebook down with a smile; profound yet creepy was the feel he was going for in his notes. And he felt that he had achieved that quite nicely in his above statement. Now he just had to keep doing that all through his expedition to the little town of Silent Hill.

It had taken him months to save up the money for the trip; his father wouldn't have given him a penny even if Dib needed it to save his life. He had also learned the hard way that you never ask Gaz for anything. He rubbed his sore right arm absentmindedly, briefly remembering the beating he had received at her hands just that morning for asking her to pass the milk.

Despite the distinct lack of help from his family, he had been able to raise the cash by doing all those irritating chores the neighbours were willing to give to any of the local children who were desperate and stupid enough to ask: drain cleaning, leaf raking, toilet unclogging –he shuddered at that memory- and gutter scrapping.

But it had been worth it. He had heard of Silent Hill years before; a few weeks before Zim had come to town in fact. But now Zim was gone, and Dib needed something else to do. He had never gotten any proof of Zim's xenomorphic origins, and that had left him feeling cold and empty. That was the other reason he was going to Silent Hill; he was hoping beyond hope that he could get some actual, real, definitive proof of the paranormal there.

And he needed that proof; especially after Zim's little 'parting gift.'

Dib had heard some good stories about Silent Hill. Apparently, a man had a car accident near the town a while back; the next day he wandered into a nearby village claiming that he'd seen hell, monsters, and an attempted resurrection of a god. They, of course, sent him to the loony bin. Turns out that seventeen years later, his adopted daughter went into Silent Hill. Police reports said that she went on a murderous rampage soon after, killing a bunch of townsfolk and a private detective. Then there was that guy who abducted his dying wife, smothered her, and then committed suicide by driving into Silent Hill's Toluca Lake. You know, fun stories like that.

There was something weird going on with this town; he could feel it in the swoosh of his hair. And he was going to find out what it was. Then he'd show them. He'd show them all.

Dib looked around, and noticed everyone was giving him weird looks; and all were sitting on the other side of the bus. Hey, some things never changed.


"Gaz!" Professor Membrane called in his classic 'what I say is important to ALL MANKIND' voice.

"What?" Gaz spat back, irritated that her quality Game Slave II playing time was being interrupted.

"I haven't seen your brother; he usually comes by to bother me about his pseudo-science around this hour. Where is he?"

"Off to his painful death."

"Oh, alright." Professor Membrane said, before marching back into his underground laboratory to perform some tests on his brand-spanking new weasel-powered car engine. It was 14 percent more efficient then gasoline, after all.


Things weren't going well for Anastasia. Well, to be honest, nothing ever really went well for the girl. She started off with poor genetics: sickly composure, ratty hair, and a weak stomach leading to anorexia. Things didn't get any better either, here school days sucked; she never had any good friends, and she wasn't good with sports or academics.

Then she was killed, and that put a huge negative in the 'things going well-o-meter.'

But she didn't truly die, which was sorta neat, she had to admit, what with the power and control and the lovely glow-y eyes that came with it. Yeah, she didn't really mind being a god in Silent Hill. It let her take revenge on all the little people who made her life a living hell when she was living. But then those freaky church-goers tried to exorcise her, which wasn't fun. In the end, however, she did kill them, and gave herself a pat on the back for a job well done.

But she got bored.

So she sat in the town for a while, waiting for more people to show up. She had figured out rather quickly that she couldn't touch anyone who was fundamentally innocent; no, she needed people with darkness in them. Luckily, she was dealing with humanity here, so people like that were never in short supply.

So she sat, on the border of her world and the 'real' world, and waited. Waited for the bad people. Waited for the hurt people. Waited for anybody she could get her hands on. Figuratively speaking, of course; she never actually touched -or killed- anyone herself. Never needed to. That was one of the most fun things about this town; it let the person's own issues do the dirty work.

But back to the present: things weren't going well for Anastasia right now. There had been no fresh meat in ages, and she was hungry.

But the worst thing was that Silent Hill, her Silent Hill, was still infested with the living. How they managed to evade her for so long was seriously starting to piss her off. They were using a ward or spell or some such voodoo crap to keep themselves out of her sight; sitting safely somewhere munching on snacks and laughing.

Laughing at her.

All because of HIM.

Anastasia's thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of a breeze across her cheek. It had been a while since she felt that feeling; the feeling of fresh meat coming to Silent Hill.

"Maybe things are finally going to start looking up" she said to herself, and grinned.

Getting up from her seat, she pulled her mind away from the irritations she'd been focusing on and redirected it towards the newcomer. She wanted everything to be perfect for his arrival.


Dib had gotten off the bus at Brahams, a small town just outside of Silent Hill. No one would offer him a ride to his destination, so he started walking. It was two hours into his hike when he started feeling a bit dizzy. Never one to be deterred by a little light-headedness he pushed on.

A bad mistake, as he passed out on his feet moments later, smacking his head against a nearby sigh post on the way down.

"Oooowww" he groaned as he picked himself up off the cold pavement some time later. His head swirled, but he forced through the fog in his brain and looked around... only to see real fog. It was thick and almost viscous-looking in texture; but the most distinct thing about it was that it permeated everything. Dib had never been in such a thick fog; he could barely see six feet in front of himself.

Dib stood, and did a quick equipment check.

"Glasses? Check, still on face.

"Camera? Check, unbroken in pocket.

"Video recorder? Check, working fine.

"Audio recorder? Check, functioning perfectly.

"Notebook, pens, pencils? Check, pencils are a bit dull though...

"Organs?" He felt around his stomach for a moment. "Check, still in the right place.

"Talking to myself in an unusual manner? Oh yeah, double check."

Safe in his knowledge that everything was as it had been before his unexpected nap on the pavement, Dib tried to see through the fog to get his bearings. He was instantly rewarded.

"Welcome to Silent Hill." Dib read the sign aloud as he passed it, congratulating himself on finally reaching his final destination.