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A Way With Words

Prologue

Dib wasn't at school that day.

An ordinary person might have passed it off as a common sickness, which he would be back in a few days, still feeling crappy, but no longer sick.

Zim new better.

That's why he snuck into his enemy's room under the cover of total darkness.

You, as the reader, might be thinking, 'Hey, that's a bit creepy!' To this, I, as the storyteller, would reply that 'Yes, it is creepy, but it can't be helped.'

In Dib's room, he found no evidence, but a slip of notebook paper with a short note scribbled upon it. This he tucked safely in his pak, not wanting to lose it.

He then made his way back to his base, where he would go to his laboratory, and read the note.

Anyone-

Please send help. I am trapped in an alternate dimension (which, by the way, is NOT in my head), where some sort of organization is going to erase all of my memories and replace them with new ones. Heck, I wouldn't even care if you sent Zim! But anyways, SEND HELP. Once my memories are replaced, I'm supposed to love writing about….whatever…. so look for my signature! Oh yeah, whoever reads this, please tell Zim that I-

Whatever came next wasn't there. The scrawl had trailed off into incoherent scribbles. He was probably torn away from his paper.

Zim sighed. It wasn't that he cared for the Dib-Human, but whatever captured him had to be stopped. Zim remembered what had happened when he had lost the human the first time. He shuddered, not wanting to recall the experience.

"Computer!" Zim called, "Scan all surrounding dimensions for the Dib-Stink,"

His computer grumbled at him, but did it anyway, and soon an image popped up on the screen. It was of eight circles surrounding a square. One of the circles had a blinking red light in it.

"Is there any way that we can get to this alternate dimension?"

"There's supposed to be an aligning tomorrow evening. Fly your ship directly into it and make the hardest right turn that you can," The computer replied.

Zim gave his best evil laugh.

He was going on a road trip. A very very long road trip.