WARNING: For the over all story there will be; rape mentions, sex mentions, rape description, manipulation, gore, suicidal thoughts, and homophobia. If these subjects make you uncomfortable, please turn away. I wouldn't not want any readers to feel the unwanted kind of discomfort. Keep yourself safe.

These won't necessarily happen between Dib and Dwicky, but you have been warned either way.

Zim will not be the main focus of this story, although he will be mentioned.

DOK DOK DOK

A ripple of panic flew over his body. An unidentified sound echoed through the otherwise silent house, causing the once tired man to now be fully awake. He did not want to move, nor did he want to. "There might be something out there," he thought to himself "maybe if I try my best not to move, it'll go away". But before the man could even begin to hold his breath, he heard it again.

DOK DOK DOK DOK DOK

This time, the man could have sworn he heard another faint noise. "A

growl, it was definitely a growl," he thought, but he thought wrong.

"Dwicky! Dwicky, please!" a nasally voice shouted "Open the door!". At the sound of his own name being yelled, the man shot straight up in his bed.

pit pat pit pat pit pat pit pat

DOKDOKDOKDOKDOKDOKDOK

The sound was now coming from outside of his window. "Dwicky! Dwicky please!" the nasally voice quickly turned into gross sobbing. The kind of sobbing where your cheeks swell up, and your eyes burn red. "Please, please, please. I don't want to be alone." Gasps for air escaped the voice between every second word.

Mr. Dwicky speed-walked towards the door, but hesitated to open it. The old, tired, Dwicky thought about the sudden release of death, and that made it much easier to open the door. The door wasn't even half way open before two small hands forced open the rest of it. A small figure latched itself around Dwicky, and the tired man let the heaviness push him to the ground. His mind wasn't quite processing what was happening, so he let himself lay there while the figure was sobbing and muttering to itself.

A couple cold, sticky streams dripped down Dwicky's bare chest. He looked down to see a short boy with black spiked hair and black clothes, whining and slobbering all over his chest. Lifting out of his daze, Dwicky used his foot to close the front door and wrapped his arms around the boy.

"You probably don't recognize me," the boy whimpered, but he was wrong. Dwicky completely recognized the boy, as he hardly had changed. "I just, they told me you'd be here. I need a place. I don't know, my dad he just. I need a place to stay" the boy was getting his words mixed up, slowly driving himself into more and more of a panic.

"Shush," Dwicky held the boy closer, flinching slightly at the feeling of more snot on his chest, "you can stay with me, just calm down Dib. Calm down."

Dwicky waited for Dib to stop crying, and he got up to find a box of tissues. Scraping the snot and tears off himself, Dwicky led got out some mugs and instant hot chocolate.

"I never really liked the newer flavours," Dwicky scoffed, trying to make conversation, "you know, the ones flavoured like different candy bars. I suppose I'm kind of old fashioned, right?" but Dib didn't respond. "You really don't have to give me all the details, but could you atleast tell me what you're doing here?" Mr. Dwicky began to scoop the chocolatey brown powder into the mugs, giving Dib a little more, and then hot water.

"I don't," the young boy croaked, "I don't have a home right now. I was kicked out." Dib's hands were shaking a little too much to hold his mug, not that he really wanted it anyways.

"Did anyone drop you off here? How did you know where I'm living?" Mr. Dwicky sat down, waiting for Dib's response before planning on what to do and say.

But instead of a simple answer, Dib blurted it all out. He's never been able to do that before. Every time Dib wanted to vent everything out, he was interrupted. Dwicky had never seen anyone talk for that long without breaths in between, but he did listen. And Dib appreciated it.

You see, for Dib at least, he never really questioned his sexuality. All the boys he knew were never even considered attractive or datable for Dib, though to be fair neither did any of the girls. Everyone always told Dib that he was crazy and when someone didn't, they ended up being far too old or they left.

It had become incredibly obvious that The Tallest did not care at all about Zim. Instead of giving up, Zim decided it would now be his mission to try and impress The Tallests enough in order for them to assign him a real mission. Zim did things like create a "better" disguise —it was really the same except for the "normal human aging" part of it, causing Zim to grow as the years went on—, put more effort into the study of humans, and other things to try to prove how well he could blend in. In The Tallest's eyes, this just led them to believe that the humans are incredibly dumb.

When Dib found out about Zim's new mission, he put his guard down slightly. He developed hobbies, started an extremely lame blog, and even met a couple online friends. This was where Dib started to realize that he was definitely not straight. All the intelligent, amazing people who actually enjoyed talking to him, with a majority of them being other boys, really made Dib realize how much he would enjoy a romantic relationship with another boy.

Dib's announcement to his family didn't exactly go as planned. It had already been five years since Zim first landed on earth, meaning Dib was the age where Prof. Membrane could kick him out. And he did. As he told his story to Dwicky, Dib could feel his body begin to tremble again.

The words still echoed through out Dib's mind; "Son, your interests outside of the paranormal had excited me. But this, this is far outside my likings. I'm afraid that you were never meant to be apart of our family." It wasn't as hurtful as it could be, but it still stung with each echo.

"I heard you came back last year, I even saved the newspaper article" Dib began to tear up again. Dwicky was in awe, but he made up his mind about how he was going to act towards Dib.

"Oh yeah. I remember the articles. I think the town was just excited to have someone other than you make a claim about aliens!" Dwicky took a sip of his hot chocolate, "Until they actually listened to what I said."

"It had your address on it, the article. Nobody knows I'm here, not even dad" Dib took deep breaths, which slowly stopped himself from shaking. It was no use, for he began to quiver again as soon as he began to speak. "Even if I was straight, I don't think my dad would want me as a son". Grabbing the young boy's hand, Dwicky bent forward beside Dib.

"That may be true, it may not be. You don't know that," the two of them didn't realize until then how silent the room was, "but you know it's never your fault. It's difficult, but if you don't matter to him then the least I can do is help to make sure he doesn't matter to you."

That night, Dib slept right beside Dwicky in the puffy, white sheets. The bed wasn't meant for two, but it wasn't so small that they had to squish up against each other.

"Dwicky, how was space?" Dib whispered in blackness of the room.

"It wasn't very fun, Dib" Dwicky shuffled a little closer to the young boy, "let's not talk about that". The room was silent for almost five minutes before Dib piped up.

"Dwicky-"

"Please Dib, please sleep. You're a growing boy."

"Yes, I know. But uh, do you care that I like boys?"

"Of course not, Dib. I like boys too."