Disclaimer: I do not own Freakazoid, even though I think that he's hilarious and wish that I did.

Warnings: Nothing really... mentions of uncaring parents, sort of bromance between Dex and Freak.

So, there's 8 parts to this story spanning the time when Dex and Freak meet in the white room for the first time until Dexter graduates from high school. This is just an idea that's been nagging at me since April when I watched the series. Anyway, I hope you enjoy

Love, Keta.

Part 1: Maybe, We Could Just Talk…

The day that I found the white room was a Saturday morning. I wasn't dreaming anything for the first time since Freakazoid came into my life, and so, I saw the door. It was white with no distinguishable markings, just a small knob in the blank space. I remember wondering if I should walk out of the organized computer hub that my subconsciousness seemed to be, and I wondered what I would see if I did. After a time, I finally opened the door.

The room was white like the door, blank and sterile and nothingness. I stood there in the doorway and blinked for a few minutes before I realized that there was a splash of color on the couch that was just as blank as the rest of the room. The colors were red and blue and black, and I sighed with relief. "Freakazoid?"

The other personality turned to me, and he smiled. "I was wondering when you'd find this place, Dex." He patted the seat beside him then and moved over a little to right to give me some space, and after a moment, I sat. He sighed contently. "I've been waiting forever."

"Huh?"

"Since I came to be here, I've been waiting in this room while our body slept. I know it's only been a few months, but I was hoping that you'd come sooner…"

I shook my head softly in disbelief at the forlorn way he said that. "What is this place?"

He looked so delighted by the question, and his manic grin grew exponentially as he reached out to grab my arm and pull me closer to him until we were practically snuggling. He didn't seem to notice as I stiffened under his hug, and if he did, he didn't comment on it. "This is the room between our minds! This is where we can talk face to face! Where you came from is your subconscious, and on the other side is the door to my home. I call it the Freakazone!"

"The Freakazone?"

"Yep! Do you wanna see? I've got Rat Patrol on rerun and a popcorn maker and video games and a whole bunch of stuff!" I nodded after a beat and allowed him to drag me across the expanse of white to a door that I couldn't cross through, because I wasn't Freakazoid. "Aww! It won't let you through! That's stupid!"

"Then maybe we should sit out here instead."

"Out here? And do what?"

I smiled and grabbed his arm to lead him to the couch again. "We could talk. Just talk for a little while…"

"Okay…"