Oh look at the sound of this! Hate on Christmas Eve. I love it when you hate; have I ever told any of you that? You are all so wonderful at insulting in your own ways, I can't possibly imagine how you can improve them! No really, I wasn't joking. You can't improve your insults with those horrid and vulgar curse words.

Haven't you been taught to not use profanity extensively for no apparent reason? I think not. I hear the words of Eridan speaking through these words...his voice. Yes, his voice. So what do you think you'll get for Christmas? I'm pretty sure more 'fan mail' will come.

I should probably write something related to a short story, or else I would bore my guests. After all, an excellent host will not keep their guests waiting on all of this chit-chat.

Let's see if you can recognize this writing style. I'm sure that you do. Please note that this isn't a ZaDr. Just because it's about Dib, does not mean it's a ZaDr or a DaTr, or any pairing involving Dib.

Dib trudged through the thick snow, fighting the painful sting of the frost. It felt like it was only several weeks ago that the Membrane family had recently replaced the 12-year-old boy with a newer, more sane son with a smaller head. How could his own father just abandon him like that? Why couldn't they just accept the fact Dib likes the studies of the paranormal? Most importantly; who could Dib turn to now?

So many questions swam around within Dib's endless ocean of a mind. His thoughts ran in circles around his head and the atmosphere around him started to swirl around into darkness. A misty voice that belonged to a female echoed throughout his skull.

"Sleep Dib..."

"It's all just a dream..."

"You'll wake up soon..."

The boy swayed back and forth, then collapsed into the icy snow; forgotten.

"Sweet dreams, my dearest child."

And now, you'll flame this written work just because I wrote it. Now if another wonderful author published this, they would recieve so much praise as opposed to anyone like me on the Invader Zim archives.

Another thing is that you'll probably flame anything I will write in the future because I am on this account. Trust me, I've seen this before.