I know, I know, you're all probably going to yell at me loudly for not posting another the Sky is Crying chapter, but what can I say? I need to take a break from that fanfic, having major writer's block whenever I open it up for editing. Heh, with my luck I'm going to get inspired when I'm not near a piece of paper or a computer.
Ah well, anyways. This is what I'm going to try and make a horror, and yes it is vaguely ripped off of Resident Evil… sorry, I've been slightly interested in RE ever since I saw someone beat the end of the game. Then I rented the movie, watched it, decided it was kinda weak (a freakin' Hunter… no Tyrant, nooope…) and decided, after a while, to write this. Hopefully ya'll will enjoy this.
Okay, warnings and stuff: gonna be gore in later chapters, most likely hints at a ZaDR, and zombies. Lots of them. Also, Dib is sixteen in the story, folks! Sixteen! Can drive! Has a license! And all that junk! ... Yeah.
Disclaimer: Well, Jhonen Vasquez owns the names "Dib" and "Zim", but since I advanced the timeline, added new characters, and added zombies, this is really pretty much my story. Er, wait, no! DON'T SEND THE CHEERLEADING SQUAD AFTER MEEE!! I don't own anything! Anything!
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Dib sighed. Another pointless game of truth or dare with these so-called 'friends' of his. They actually hung out with him, although made fun of him daily, so he guessed he could consider them friends.
The full moon shone overhead, casting the group of people and Dib in a ghostly light. They were outside, in a park about five minute's walk away from Dib's house.
Dib was shocked out of his silent thinking when one of his friends, Cyrus, a guy about 5'11" with spiked back blonde hair, punched him in the arm. It hurt.
"Oy, Dib!" Cyrus said loudly in his vaguely English accent, "Truth or Dare, Sydney asked you!"
"Oh, sorry." Dib mumbled, slightly embarrassed. "Uhh, Dare."
Sydney, a girl of 5'4" with hair that's color changed weekly, got a nasty grin. Her glow-in-the-dark contact lenses almost flashed with mischief, but of course, they were contacts, so Dib couldn't be sure. "So, Dibby dear, ever heard of the Moonlight Massacre Mansion?"
"What? Oh, you mean that place fifteen miles outside of town?" Dib questioned. "I saw in the newspaper that a neighbor four miles off never got a call she was supposed to, went over to the mansion and found the dead bodies of all the servants piled up in the ballroom." He recited, like he memorized the whole event. "What about it?"
Cyrus, Sydney, and the other three, Dag, Lydia and Rex all groaned as Dib recited. "Isn't it obvious?" Cyrus asked, slightly annoyed. "This lovely bird wants you to go to the Moonlight Massacre Mansion."
"Yeah," Sydney jumped to agree. "Stay there all night, if you don't, what the hell kind of paranormal investigator are you?"
Dib got an offended look at that. "I am a Paranormal Investigator!" He exclaimed, frowning. "I know a real live alien!"
"That Zim kid at Hi Skool? Dude, I think you're just saying that as a closet gay." Dag said, accusation in his tone. The rest of the gang burst out laughing, except for Dib.
"Well, whatever sexuality Dib is," Lydia said, the first one, as a full-blown goth, to stop laughing, "He's got to take that hunk of junk car his father gave him, and us along to make sure he stays there, to the Moonlight Massacre Mansion."
Rex gave a feral grin, and wrapped a leather jacket-covered arm around Lydia's waist. "Yeah, Dib, you've gotta take us too. Can't have you freakin' out and runnin' out of the Mansion, can we?"
Dib didn't really want to go, he had a sneaking suspicion that the rest of the group would follow him in and try to scare him out of the house, but he knew they wouldn't let it drop if he refused. Dib sighed slightly. "Alright, lets go get my 'Hunk of Junk' car."
"Yeah! All right!" a chorus of encouraging yells came from the rest of the group, and Dag and Cyrus, who were on each side of Dib, slapped him on the back. A feeling of impending doom floated in on the air.
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Dib drove in silence as Lydia stared out at the road twining out in front of them from the passenger seat, and the rest of the group talked and laughed in the bed of the beat up rust red truck while it sped along the road. Lydia was looking annoyed, Dib assumed it was because Rex and the rest excluded her from the bed of the truck.
Silently, Dib reached out a hand to turn on the radio. Lydia's hand met his, and the goth girl squeezed Dib's hand. "Don't. Silence. Please."
Dib retracted his hand, nodding. He decided to honor Lydia's request, why not? She was the only one who was polite to him half the time.
"…Thanks." Lydia said. The rest of the drive was conducted in silence.
In about ten minutes, they'd already been on the road five, Dib took a side road. He slowed the truck as they went down the dark tree-lined driveway to the Mansion. For an unmanned estate, the trees were trimmed well enough to not scrape against the car.
After about half a minute, the truck broke free of the trees, coming out into a clearing where a brick wall was seen. Tall, spiraling iron gates were chained together, the chains sloppily tied instead of locked with a padlock. Police tape was crisscrossed over the fence, in various forms of sun bleaching.
Dib slowed the truck to a halt, and he could feel the truck move, bouncing on its tires. Lydia shifted to look out the back window before commenting, "Dag is getting out of the truck. I think he's going to unlock the gate."
"Wonderful…" Dib muttered sarcastically.
What Lydia said was proved right, as Dag soon came into view. He walked up to the gate and unwrapped the chains before shoving the gates open and giving a thumbs-up.
Dib slowly drove the car forwards, and as it passed Dag, Dag vaulted into the bed of the truck. Stepping on the gas pedal, Dib drove faster up the driveway until it reached the house. Dib slowed the truck as he pulled up in front of the house. A covered walkway, columns holding the roof up, lead up to the double doors that led into the mansion. Two stories, the mansion was intimidating at the least. Scarier at night, as well.
Police tape was crisscrossed on the boards that sealed the broken windows that occasionally dotted the mansion front. On the second floor, Dib scanned the windows, taking in the layout of the building. Broken window, cracked window, window, window, shadow in window, window…wait, what? Dib quickly looked back to the window that had had a shadow in it. There was nothing there. Probably a trick of the light.
While Dib was staring at the house, the others had jumped out of the bed of the truck. Rex suddenly banged on the driver's side window, making Dib jump. "Get yer ass out here!" Rex yelled through the glass.
Lydia's door slammed shut, and the goth girl was out of the car. Dib debated hitting Rex with the car, but sighed and got out of it to face his doomy…er…doom.
Sydney grinned, shoving her hands into her jeans pockets. "So, Dibby, gonna go?" the moonlight shone down on the group, and Sydney's glow-in-the-dark contacts glowed eerily.
"Go on in, Dib, or are you scared…?" Cyrus teased, causing chuckles from the rest of the group, again, apart from Dib.
"I'm not scared." Dib grumbled, shoving his hands into his trench coat pockets.
"Then, go." Rex commanded, wrapping his arm around Lydia again.
"Give him a flashlight." Lydia suddenly commanded. People paused to look at her, including Dib.
Rex hugged Lydia closer to him with his one arm. "Lyds, you feelin' okay?"
"Fine." Lydia grumbled, rolling her eyes. "It's just that if he runs into a murderer, he should be able to see it in full light."
"Good idea, Lyds!" Dag exclaimed, grinning before running around to the passenger side of the truck, opening the door and rummaging through the glove compartment. Dag pulled out a flashlight before Dib could protest him looking through the glove compartment, and tossed it over the car to Dib, who caught it.
"Okay, now go." Sydney commanded. Cyrus agreed with her quickly, and the others chimed in one by one. Dib sighed slightly before shoving the flashlight into his pocket, then turning and walking down the walkway.
A soft breeze blew along, the leaves that were previously on the walkway skittered across it, making soft scratchy noises. Dib walked on, ignoring the leaves that blew past his boots. For some reason, Dib had a creeping feeling that something other than the group was watching him. He fought the animal urge to run back to the car and get away.
Dib locked his gaze on the double doors, not paying attention to anything else than that. Right before he reached the doors, Dib paused and glanced over his shoulder. The group was watching with almost nasty gazes, all but Lydia, who didn't really seem to care. Dib gulped, and another breeze blew by, making his trench coat billow. Dib turned and took a few steps forward before resting his hand on the handle of the door. A shudder went through him of fear, but he ignored it. The stories were just that; stories! He reasoned to himself before pushing the doors open and walking inside.
But as the doors shut behind him, Dib wasn't too sure that the stories would stay stories.