SilverRogue: This idea happened after a period of hating Professor Membrane
for telling all those world leaders that Dib was crazy. Well, anyway, I
don't own Invader Zim, even though I wish I did. I've never seen another
fic with this idea used, but I'm sure more than one is out there. If you
read and review one of my fics, I'll make sure to read and review one of
yours.
Dib struggled violently against the leather restraints holding him to the operating table. There was a bright light over him that hurt his eyes and made it nearly impossible to think. All he knew was that he had to get himself free before it was too late. Why did leather have to be so damned strong!? He struggled helplessly to escape it's grip.
He could hear scientists quietly discussing something over in the corner, but Dib couldn't really make out anything they were saying, and he was too scared to care anyway. One of the scientists finally walked over and looked at Dib. The intense light behind the man made a dark silhouette, but Dib recognized the hairstyle. It was his father, Professor Membrane.
"Dad" he cried, his voice full of terror, "Don't do this! Let me go! Don't let them do this to me! You can't let this happen! Nyah! Dad!" As frantic as his cries were, Dib knew he was wasting his breath. There was no way he could beg his was out of this. His father was MUCH too interested in his experiments to care about what became of Dib.
"My poor insane son," Dib heard him mumble as he put a mask over Dib's face. Dib wanted to yell. Wanted to strike out. Wanted to escape. But all those thoughts melted away as the anesthetic gas took effect. He struggled to keep consciousness, feeling so helpless and alone...
Dib struggled violently against the leather restraints holding him to the operating table. There was a bright light over him that hurt his eyes and made it nearly impossible to think. All he knew was that he had to get himself free before it was too late. Why did leather have to be so damned strong!? He struggled helplessly to escape it's grip.
He could hear scientists quietly discussing something over in the corner, but Dib couldn't really make out anything they were saying, and he was too scared to care anyway. One of the scientists finally walked over and looked at Dib. The intense light behind the man made a dark silhouette, but Dib recognized the hairstyle. It was his father, Professor Membrane.
"Dad" he cried, his voice full of terror, "Don't do this! Let me go! Don't let them do this to me! You can't let this happen! Nyah! Dad!" As frantic as his cries were, Dib knew he was wasting his breath. There was no way he could beg his was out of this. His father was MUCH too interested in his experiments to care about what became of Dib.
"My poor insane son," Dib heard him mumble as he put a mask over Dib's face. Dib wanted to yell. Wanted to strike out. Wanted to escape. But all those thoughts melted away as the anesthetic gas took effect. He struggled to keep consciousness, feeling so helpless and alone...