A/N: this is the first time i try to type a whole fic in this style so please review on how i can inprove my writing style,THANKS, and enjoy the fic

kiss-me-not killer's Dib.
(based on the game American mcgee's Alice)

Ch.1: this will change everything

It's a cold winter night and everyone's fast asleep in the Membrain household. A 15-year old boy was asleep with a book in his lap titled 'wonderland tales'. The cat the boy got for his 14th b-day slept on his desk. Due the last 'incident' 4 years back, they had to move into an old house from back in the Victorian times. The black/green cat woke up and stretched a little, causing the pile of books on Dib's desk to fall.

With the pile of books, also an old oil-lamp hit the floor, shattering into tiny pieces. The oil streamed to the fire that was lightened to keep the room warm. The oil cached fire and soon the smoke filled the whole house.

Dib heard a disembodied voice call his name, waking him up. Dib gasped and saw the fire. He ran to his father's room and also tried to wake up his sister, but she always locked her room, and was a very heavy sleeper. So dib tried to enter his fathers room.

"Dad! We got to get out of this house! Quick! Before we get burned alive!" he knocked on the door.

"get out! Save yourself Dib!" his father yelled between coughs. Dib tried one last time to convince his dad to come with him but it was to late. He made a sprint for the bathroom and opened the window, his Irken-rabbit plushy never leaving his side. Dib jumped out and landed into the snow. He looked back at his house.

"D-dad? Gaz?" he started sobbing, whilst sobbing he ran to the fireman across town. They came with Dib and putted the fired out, but it was to late.

Dib got in with one of the men to take a look at what was left of his dad and his sister. His dad was nothing more than a burned corpse and Gaz, well, she only had burn marks, but she died because she inhaled the smoke. All dib had left was the game slave on Gaz's nightstand.

He took it with him and he said goodbye before they were taken to the mortuary. Dib got a check up in the nearest hospital and was free to go, not have any more injuries than a few scratches.

Dib got assigned to different legal guardians, but no-one could foresee that the once so proud paranormal investigator, had become a suicidal schizophrenic. He couldn't stay to long with one 'family' because of his mental illness and self pity.

He ended up in front of the doors of the 'Brooklyn asylum' his last guardian had brought him there, because he thought that if these people couldn't help the poor soul, nobody could.

Day gang by, days becoming weeks, weeks turning into moths and moths becoming years.

It has been 3 years ever since Dib's terrible los. The nurse came into his cell. Dib looked at her with a death-glare. "I brought you your dinner." She said, Dib just brushed her off.

"pff, so? You know I don't like it, so why bother making me food?" he said coldly. Sitting on his bed, legs crossed.

"I know, but I needed and excuse to bring you this…" she said taking Dib's precious Irken-rabbit out from behind her back. "….maybe this is going to help you feel better."

She gave him his alien-doll and leaved. "I hope that old 'rabbit' will bent him around." She said as she leaved the room and closed the door behind her.

Dib looked at the rabbit and took it, hugging it close. "I missed you Zim." He said and he got under the covers hugging his little Irken close, not bothering to eat his dinner. He maid himself comfy and hugged Zim close.

Then, without warning, Zim began to move. Dib turned his head to look at the poor excuse for an irken doll. Zim looked him straight in the eyes and said: "help us, Dib."

Dib, who was chocked by this, threw Zim to the other side of the room. "t-this can't be happening! This is a bad dream, an illusion! Must be then new medication they're giving me, y-yeah that's it."

He said and he gang to sleep, paranoid thought struck his mind, 'what if this isn't a dream? I have to return to wonderland and find out myself. Yeah that'll be worth a shot, just a look around to see if every thing is still as it supposed to be.'

He thought and closed his eyes, beginning his journey to wonderland.