Hi people! Animationaut here with an important message! This is my first story ever published, so please be as constructive as necessary. However, keep in mind that I don't appreciate curses or fowl language mucking up my reviews and PM's, so please be respectful of that. I WISH I OWNED THESE, but sadly I don't. Those rights belong to Jhonen Vasquez and Alex Hircsh. Anyways, updates may be slow, so just keep that in mind. I hope you enjoy this!
Dib Membrane slowly trudged down the staircase separating the second floor of his home from the first.
"Gee, today's gonna be a great day." He bitterly muttered to himself before making his way into the kitchen.
It had been a week since Dib had been told about his true creation. His mother hadn't birthed him, no; he was a mere clone of his father, sworn to follow in his footsteps. Oh, and of course with his dad's enhanced DNA implanted within him, he was expected to be a super child. No pressure or anything.
"Morning Gaz." He grunted as he reached for the carton of Orange Juice on the table, only to have his demonic little sister snatch it away and pour the contents on his shiny black hair.
"That's for drinking the last soda." She growled angrily.
As Dib walked back upstairs to wash his hair again, he hit his arm on the railing; leaving a nasty bruise.
"Yep. A GREAT day." He thought to himself.
As he walked through the door to his classroom, he was immediately greeted to a raspy yell:
"Dib! You're late, what's your excuse this time? Zim or ghosts?" Ms. Bitters demanded.
"I had to take two showers this morning. My sister dumped juice all over me."
"Okay then, you now have two detention sentences in the underground classrooms. Take your seat."
Dib walked over to his desk and rested his head on his hand; so out of it he hadn't even bothered to look at the disguised alien on the other side of the room. The students all stared at Dib, wondering what was wrong with him. He would usually be shouting about aliens or Bigfoot or something like that; but there he was, quietly sitting in his seat, not speaking one word or shooting dirty looks at the supposed foreign kid.
"It's now time to present school-mandated your poems about life."
Some kids spoke about their amazing homes and families; their friends and loved ones. Zim spoke about his people, yet (as always) no one noticed. Then it came time for dibs poem. The boy said nothing, and walked to the front of the class.
"Probably about Bigfoot being in his garage." One kid taunted.
"Or a love poem about his boyfriend Zim." Another joined in. Zim shook his fist angrily at this.
"Zim has no friendship with the big-headed worm baby!" He yelled prompting a few giggles to escape the quieter kids.
Dib ignored these jeers and mocking words and began to read:
"Why are we the way we are?" He started. "Are we forever doomed to a life of injustice, where the different are shamed into silence? Where kindness is a rarity amongst the humans of Earth, and selfish cruelty is our only way to deal with non-conformists; why are we here? To hurt our own kind, to pick away at the differences that we should embrace, until there is nothing left but a hollow shell. You see a freak. A moronic, paranormal freak and you ridicule me for who you see. I try to brush the harsh words away, but you don't know what happens behind the mask of confidence: You don't see the countless tears I must shed to sleep, the endless nightmares that keep me awake, the way I hide away in my room because it's my only sanctuary. I write this as not a class assignment, but as my letter of resignation. I raise my white in absolute surrender and fall into my place of assimilation. I will still cry, the nightmares will still pursue me, and you won't care. So why are we here? To learn that happiness isn't as easily obtainable as we think."
He stared at the stunned faces of his peers and walked right out of class without any dismissal, not even uttering a simple good-bye as he left. He knew where he was going, and hadn't stopped until he got there. The woods by his home had an eerie feel to them, yet something had called Dib to them. He had no idea what it was that made him walk into the woods, but it just felt right to listen to it. He let his feet guide him, not caring where he went. He walked until he found a clearing and stopped. The already smoggy sky had been covered with dark storm clouds and Dib heard the loud booms of thunder rolling in the distance. He wanted to leave before the rain began, but something kept him in his place; unable to move. Suddenly, a bright crack of blue lightning hit the ground not 5 feet from where the child had been standing. The rain seemed to stop in mid-pour and the world was bathed in gray when an electric blue light broke through the colorless world. A bright blue portal now stood before Dib, sending off blue sparks. He had no control over his body at this point, and as such he ran right up to the portal and fell through.
He was floating pitch-black darkness, unable to move his body.
"What is this place?" He thought out loud. "Did Zim build this so I would fall through? Or-"
His train of thought of interrupted by a nasally laugh.
"You think too much kid, you know that?" A mysterious voice pierced through the inky blackness.
"Wha- Who are you? What am I doing here?" Dib practically screamed into the void.
"Relax brother eye, you will understand soon enough. Your destiny has been intertwined with the ten of prophecy. Darkness approaches rapidly and you are part of the only hope to save this world. You will find out more on own…Dib."
A bright flash of light cast over the darkness and Dib looked to find a figure in the distance. A-Illuminati sign? He dressed in a top hat and bowtie and was surrounded by ten symbols. Suddenly, a dull blue light filled part of the wheel and he saw a new symbol on the board.
"Until then; I'll be watching you." The voice called as Dib found the blue light was becoming much more solid, until it took up the entire void. That was all Dib could remember before he passed out.
Meanwhile, in a not-so-sleepy little town…
"Checkmate!" A certain 12 year old girl-with an active imagination and a bright green sweater with a sun and moon stitched-to front cheered in victory.
"Mabel, were playing battleboats!" Her (irritated) twin brother exclaimed.
"Pfft. You're just jealous because I won again". Mabel teased.
"But you didn't even-"
"Beep-boop!" Mabel yelled, poking her twin brother in the nose. "Admit it Dip; you're jealous."
Dipper merely stuck his tongue out at her. She playfully shoved him, and he shoved back.
"Oh, it's ON Dippingsauce!" Mabel proclaimed.
"Bring it Mabel!" He cockily retorted.
They prepared to duke it out when all of the sudden a blue portal opened right in front of them. Dipper and Mabel screamed and jumped right off the attic floor. There was a bright flash and then the portal vanished. In its place laid a kid with a black trench coat and an oddly shaped hairstyle.