Y'know how a fan fiction comes along and demands to be written? And then, after analysis, you think "No, this is horrible! I will never write that!" And then the story turns into an evil brain-thirsty monster and says "write me or die!"

Or maybe that's just me.

Anyhoo, this is one of those stories. I apologize for the DaTr and OOC right now, because I am usually opposed to that. But, as the original idea calls for it, then so be it.

I'll just use the "AU/Crossover" excuse.

So, with that, I bring you…

Clorox

The sun was setting; he had only been on his way home from skool, when he saw them. Three boys skateboarding.

"HEY! You can't just go around hitting Zooych like that!" screamed one of the punks in his face.

"You…" he mumbled, looking at something on the ground. "What do you call that?"

The pig-eyed boy followed his extended finger to see a shattered roadside cross. "Huh? Oh, that's a marker for some kid that died. Uh, sorry, I guess."

"Sorry?" He was becoming angry. "Then you better apologize to her!"

He jabbed his thumb over his shoulder to reveal the ghost of a girl behind him. The three boys stared at her in terror, then ran for their lives.

He turned to the girl, then reassembled her cross. "Sorry about that," he muttered, looking up at her through thick glasses.

"No, it's okay. Don't worry about it," she whispered, hovering a bit to his left.

"Hey," he said, standing up, brushing himself off. "You probably should pass on soon. Floating around here probably isn't that great."

She smiled, then vanished.

NAME: Dib Membrane

AGE: 15

HAIR: Black

EYES: Brown

OCCUPATION: Student

SPECIAL ABILITIES: He sees the paranormal.

"SON! You are two minutes late!" Dib was greeted by a thunderous admonition from his father the minute he entered the house.

"Dad, it's almost impossible to get here by 7:00 each night! Ms. Bitters doesn't even let us out until 6:45! Besides, no teenager should ever have to be home by 7!"

"That's no excuse!"

"I got caught up with something!"

"A ghost again?" His sister, Gaz, was sitting at the table, eating splodey beans with one hand, playing video games with the other.

"You see all of it too, Gaz! Explain it to him!" Dib said, leaning around his father's ominous figure to look at his sister.

"Yeah, but I don't believe in them."

"Now son, I understand that you think ghosts are real, but you really must stop chasing after them! People will think you're crazy! You tell him, daughter!"

Gaz opened one eye. "I'm in the middle of a boss level. Leave me alone."

There was a pause, then Professor Membrane stumbled over to a huge cryonic chamber with a purple-haired woman inside. "WHY, Patricia! Why did our children grow up so spiteful!" He leaned on the glass and sobbed.

"That jar… is really creepy," Dib muttered to himself. He grabbed a bowl of splodey beans and headed upstairs to his room.

Once there, he set the beans on his desk and leaned back on his bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking about the girl from earlier. He was about to doze off when a purple swallowtail butterfly flittered in through the window.

Dib stared at it for a moment, then gasped in awe as a girl emerged from his wall. She narrowed her purple eyes, then whispered "It's close…"

"HEY!" Dib shouted, trying to figure out who she was. She ignored him, so he threw a glass of water at her to get her attention. The water singed her skin and she yelped in pain, turning to face him.

"You… you threw water at me?" she stammered.

"Um, yeah. You walk into my room, completely ignore me, and then say 'it's close'? Who are you?"

She stared at him for a moment, then edged up to him. "You can see me?"

Dib didn't respond, only called "DAD! There's a burglar up here!"

Professor Membrane burst through the door, wielding a kitten with lasers coming out of one eye. "WHERE?" he demanded.

Dib merely pointed at the strange girl with purple eyes and hair. Membrane stared at what he perceived to be empty air, then left the room, muttering "my poor insane son," to himself.

The girl smirked. "Ordinary humans can't see me. What does that make you?"

Dib only stared at her, his head full of questions. The intruder sighed, then stepped around Dib. He blocked her.

"Oh, a difficult one, eh? Well, then…" she pulled a strange-looking device out of the silver and purple backpack she wore, and threw it at Dib. Suddenly, he was in a very awkward position, unable to move.

"A binding trap. Very useful."

"Wait!" Dib called. "What are you doing here? What do you mean normal humans can't see you?"

She smiled, a bit evilly. "I am an Invader."

"Huh?"

"Long ago, my race used to live on the same plane of existence as humans. We were almost invincible. But then, as we neared total galactic conquest, a race of beings known as the Meekrob imprisoned us to the plane of the afterlife."

"So… you're ghost aliens?"

She stared at him for a beat then continued. "In the afterlife, we were given a choice. Protect humans from evil spirits, and help the good ones to what you might call heaven. We call it The Massive."

"So… what does Invader have anything to do with ghosts?"

"Originally, Invaders were a class of warriors. Now, we protect. Ah…"

She whipped out a gun-type device and pointed it at Dib. "Don't move," she demanded, then fired about three inches to the left of his head.

Dib stared in shock, as a ghost had just materialized next to him. He gasped as the ray burned a mark into the man's head, and then he vanished.

"That one, " she smirked, "was just sent to The Massive."

Dib looked this strange person up and down. She looked human enough, with bluish-purple hair, lots of makeup and purple eyes. But she was dressed somewhat oddly. She was wearing boots that came up to her thighs. Her shirt looked like a cross between a dress and a tailcoat. Black gloves covered her arms up to her elbows. But strangest of all was that purple and silver backpack.

A deafening screech filled the air.

The Invader's eyes widened in shock. "The Slaughterer! It's here!"

She then leapt out of Dib's window, carrying a staff of what looked to be pure energy.

Dib struggled a bit with the bindings, then hollered after her "What's a Slaughterer!"

All right. First chapter out of my system. The demanding of the brain-thirsty idea will not likely stop until around chapter 5 or so. Mmyep. So be patient. I am going somewhere with this.