Yay!, another chapter so soon! Enjoy!
Dib mumbled to himself the whole walk home. He was so stupid! How could he believe they were being nice, and actually liked him? And what about Zim? Why he did save him? The whole ordeal confused Dib, so he just put it to the back of his head as he entered his house. Gaz was on the couch, as usual, playing the newly released Game Slave 3. "What happened to your face?" she asked when Dib passed.
"I don't wanna talk about it." Dib moaned, stomping upstairs. He set the box on his desk and laid down on his bed, facing the ceiling. He fell asleep moments later, but had no dreams.
Zim walked inside his house, contemplating the reasons that made him rescue the pitiful hyooman from his peers. He surely didn't like him, not in the least. No, but something made him do the unthinkable, and he was determined to find out what. "Gir." He addressed his robot.
"Yes, my master!" said Gir, going into duty mode.
"Do not disturb me. Why don't you go to the Krazy Taco, or something?" Zim said, going into the kitchen to use the toilet elevator.
"Okie Dokie!" Gir replied, running around in circles.
Zim flushed himself down as Gir left the house. He went down to the invention room to check on his recent machine. "The Space/Time Jumper." Zim looked in awe at his creation. "Computer. Run a diagnostic on the machine. Is it finished yet?"
"Define finished."
"What do you mean, 'Define finished'? Can I use it in my latest plan to destroy the humans? CAN I GO INTO IT WITHOUT BLOWING UP? " Zim yelled, looking at the ceiling where the voice was coming from.
"You don't have to be so mean. Yes, the machine is fully functional."
Zim just shook his head and dropped his conversation with the A.I. "Alright, let's see what this thing can do." Zim walked up to a keyboard and started pushing buttons and flipping switches, bringing the Space/Time Jumper to life. Then a portal opened in a circular machine, glowing different shades of blue and green. Zim looked into the swirling mass of color to see an image on the other side. He saw an image of himself. Not just that, but he saw himself in an alternate dimension.
Dib woke up the next morning with a sore face, but was relieved it was Saturday. He went downstairs to get breakfast, but was stopped by his father on his way down the stairs. "Son, your sister told me your face had been burned when you got home yesterday, and I can see that it still is. What happened?"
Dib admired that his dad was showing that he cared, despite all the "insane" things he did. "Just a prank. I'll get it cleaned up after breakfast."
Professor Membrane stopped Dib by putting his hand on his shoulder. "Son, if anything is bothering you, you know you can tell me."
"I know, Dad." Dib said with a smile, ignoring the pain that came with the action. His father's attention was worth it, and Dib knew he was smiling back behind his lab coat.
Dib continued to the kitchen with Membrane right behind him. He grabbed the cereal, milk, juice, a glass and a bowl. He ate silently as his father began working on improving his amazing super toast. Watching his father work calmed Dib. He didn't know why, but the sounds were relaxing. It reminded him of when days were better, before Zim came to Earth and when his mother was alive. Dib's mother was a professional Paranormal Investigator. She was his inspiration to become one himself, and he remembered when they would search for the creatures she always talked about. Back then even his dad believed in the paranormal to an extent. And Gaz was always happy and never yelled or threatened anyone. But when his mother died in that awful car crash, everything changed. Her last dying words were that she'd return to see them when she was a ghost. They waited for weeks, but she never made her presence known. Membrane gave up all hope in the paranormal, and concluded it was just sheer fantasy created by insane people too lazy to come up with logical explanations for simple problems. Gaz started to not speak for a few years, then when she did, her words were sour and she spent all her time wasting away playing video games and eating pizza. Dib, however, kept to his mother's legacy, and still searches for her spirit. Sometimes he thinks he hears her call his name in the middle of the night, or when he loses something, he then finds it by a picture of her. Dib missed his mom, he missed her more than anything in the world.
Dib shook his head clear of the painful memories. He got up, washed his dishes, and went to the bathroom to shower. He grabbed a towel and hung it on the rack. He then turned the water so it wasn't too hot or cold, stripped down and stepped in. He washed all the stuff from his face, and washed his hair and body. Once he was done with that, he decided to just stand there and enjoy the water. He let himself soak it in and enjoy the steam. But not long after that, the power went out. "Damn it!" he muttered as he stepped out and started feeling along the wall for the towel rack. He wrapped the towel around himself, secured it tightly, and stepped out of the bathroom.
"What's going on?" Gaz called, coming out of her room. She chuckled when she saw Dib "Nice towel."
"Nice feety pajamas." Dib retorted.
Gaz growled, then pushed past him to find their dad. "Children, are you alright? Dib, what did you do this time?"
"It wasn't me! I was in the shower!" Dib complained. Why was he always blamed first?
"Then what was it?" Gaz questioned.
"I don't know." Dib said, walking back upstairs to get some clothes on.
Keke, my fave part to write was the shower… Naked Dibberz FTW! Lol I'm such a perv…
Anyways… I'll try to get up chapter four soon too.
