yep this is no joke, chappy 3's up!

disclamer: i do NOT own in vader zim (if i did it would still be aired damnit)

Ch.3: facing the beast

I stood motionless with my back against the wall. I am so doomed, I thought as 2 white eyes looked back at me, they seemed to reflect the little light there was in the cell. The beast approached me, I was fearing for my life. It stood only 1 feet from me, looking at me like I was some kind of alien, wait a minute I am one! One that forgot to wear a disguise. The beast stopped approaching me and just stood there in the shadows glaring at me. It seemed to be scared of the light I stood in. it growled at me and backed away, back to its dark place. I decided to sit down at the spot and stay as long as possible in the sunlight, but what do I have to do when it gets dark? I would be on the beasts playground. When the beast growled at me it sounded like a 15 year old boy, give or take a year or 2. I could make out golden eyes behind glasses. Was I really insane or was the beast of the asylum just a teenager, protecting his personal space? I couldn't take the silence so I decided to break it with some questions. Just like you're talking to a dead guys spirit, I said to myself as I looked to where I saw the beast for the last time. "what's your name? mine's Zim." I started and I got a growl in return. I sat silent, waiting for a respond. After a while the beast came back to me and looked me over. "I'm Dib." He said sitting down in the darkness in front of me. "why are you here?" I tried to be nice and asked it with a sweet but sad voice. "because,.." he tried to answer but he stopped after the first word. He breathed heavily and tried to continue. I saw a sparkle in his eyes. The sparkle tears normally have when you stand in the sun. was he crying? I crawled toward him and tried to lay a hand on his shoulder. He backed away. I stayed where I was. "it's ok you can tell me, I'm here because I have schizophrenia." I said looking down. "the one that makes you suicidal." Dib looked at me with wide eyed filled with tears. He crawled to me and looked at me. I was sitting half in the darkness, when my eyes started to adjust to the shadows, I saw how 'the beast' actually looked. A normal teen with raven hair, dressed in black and dark blue clothes. " I-I'm here because I have… paraphilias." he looked me in the eyes. "ok, what is that for a mental disease?" I asked looking strange at him. He walked toward one of the beds in the cell and took a box from underneath it. Opening the box he took one of the many books. It was titled 'encyclopedia of mental disorders'. Strange I thought. Dib came back and he opened the book at one of the pages, he pointed at the disease he told me he suffered from. I rode out loud. " paraphilias: causes sexual feelings or behaviors that may involve sexual partners that are not human, not consenting, or that involve suffering by one or both partners." I blushed at the end and looked back at Dib with big eyes. He faced away from me, looking at the ground. "wow that sounds bad." I said closing the book looking at him. "I know. But it happens when I least expect it! I can't control it!" he said with a bright red blush. "it's ok." I said calmly standing up and putting the book back in the box. I sat down on the bed next to Dibs, it wasn't the most comfy bed in the world but it was good enough. Dib came to me and sat next to me. "what are you actually? You don't look human to me." He still didn't look at me. "I'm an alien, irken to be precise." I said and I knew I didn't had to lie because I was now in an insane asylum, so why bother? Dib looked up. "alien?" he repeated not believing what I just told him. "prove it." He said with a little smile. "ok." I said and I thought of what would be the most believable for a little skeptic. "how do I have to prove it?" I asked him. "do anything like,… talk in your own langue?" he answered not knowing if that was a good chose. I started to talk in my own langue like he asked. All he heard where some clicks I made with my tongue while talking, but it mend mush more than he thought. Our conversation was ended by a rough knock at the door.