Death is but a door chapter one
(I do not own Iz...so piss off)
Death is but a door. This simple statement has lived for years, but why? Maybe because it is truer than most people think. See, death is a part of life and something we all must do. So we all must walk through the door that is death. None before their time and none may escape it. This is a story of just one of the many that pass through death's door every day.
Dib was working on his final project in his room. He was tired of everyone never believing him about zim. In fact he was so tired that he was making a compound to kill himself painlessly. He was tired of Zim, Gaz, the kid's at the hi skool, His father calling him insane...and his own life. He was giving the compound it's final heating so it could kill him. As it was heating he heard his door open. Dib turned around and saw his sister Gaz. She was wearing her pj's and her skull neckless like always did, even to bed. "Hey stupid? What are you doing this late at night?" Gaz said in her usual tone of anger. Dib just turned around and adjusted the heat on the compound. "Nothing Gaz...go back to bed..soon I won't be bother you anymore." he said with a quiet tone. Gaz was shocked by this. Dib alway's monologued when she asked him what he was doing. This shock melted her icy heart, if just for a minute. She walked up to him and said quietly in his ear. "Good night big brother...I love you" and quietly walked out.
Dib turned off the heat on the compound and threw it away in the haz-mat bin in his dad's lab. As he walked up the stairs and down the hallway to his room he paused at the open door to Gaz's room. She was sleeping soundly as she hugged a small teddy bear that Dib had given her for christmas last year. Dib smiled as he closed her door. As he walked to his room he promised never to lose hope ever again. As he climbed into bed he hoped the next day would be better. Dib fell asleep with a faint smile on his face.
In a different world from Dib's a lone figure in a void of white was looking at a large old tome and speaking to himself. "how ironic" the figure said "that a person who decided not to kill himself would die in his sleep from heart failure 30 minutes later" The lone figure looked at his wrist, witch had a small black watch on it. Only 5 minutes left...better get ready to meet this...Dib Membrain.
A bit darker than I usually write it...but hang with me...it'll get better
Invader Blunt signing off.