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Invader Zim Belongs to Jhonen Vasquez. Dizzy belongz to meh. Simple.

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Dr. Membrane sat, disturbed at his son's behavior. But he couldn't blame him. He should have told him about what happened to him and his job. He just wanted to protect his son. He was worried about him.

He opened one of his desk drawers with a silver key he kept in a cabnet. There in the drawer, was a little black box. He opened it and sighed. Painful memories returned to him as he picked up the thin, silver object from the box. A razor blade.

Zim was confused as he made it to the front steps of the High Skool. He realized he was early, but he should have met Dib there already. Dizzy wasn't even there yet. He sighed and sat on the steps. Suddenly, he heard a hoarse, low voice call to him, "Hey, you, green kid." Zim found the person calling him, an african american tennage boy leaning against a wall. He held a brown and white box in his hands. He smiled at Zim.

"What is it, low voiced human?" Zim asked, turning to the boy.

"Come ere." Said the boy. Zim's curiosity struck him, and obeyed the boy. He cautiousely moved toward the boy. Zim jumped when the boy held out the brown and white box to Zim. "Take it. It's good fer ya."

Zim carefully took the box and studied it. He pronounced the word on the front; "Ci...Cigarettes."

The boy nodded, still smiling. He then handed Zim a lighter. "Click it." He said. Zim clicked the button on the lighter and flinched when a small, flickering flame appeared from nowhere.

"Why are you giving these tools to me, human?" Zim asked. "I have no use for it." He held out the lighter and box of cigarettes, expecting the boy to take it. The boy refused it.

"Trust me, man, you need this stuff." He said. His bloodshot eyes never left Zim's. The boy popped a cigarette in his mouth and lit it with his own lighter. He took it out and smoked came from his breath. Zim watched in disgust. "It makes you feel strong.."

Zim once again stared at the box of cigarettes. ...Strong?

Suddenly, Zim dropped the box and the lighter. The boy stared at it, suprised that Zim didn't smoke on it. "I don't believe such nonesense." Zim said, proudly. "I learned about these little tube things in elementary skool. It's common sense not to take them."

The boy glared at Zim angrily. "You's just a wimp. Afraid to take a cig." Then, he picked up the box and lighter, and went inside of the building. Zim stared angrily at the spot where the boy stood.

"ZIM IS NO WIMP!" He exclaimed suddenly. "ZIM JUST HAS... Common sense..." He stopped.

"...It makes me feel strong?"

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned and saw Dizzy standing there, smiling. "Hay Zim, have you seen Dib?" Zim shook his head. "Oh, okay. I'm sure he'll come along soon enough. Want to walk me inside?" She asked. Zim sighed and shrugged. It wasn't like he had a choice.

It was lunch time. All the kids were out of class and in the cafeteria. It was the perfect time to sneak into the hallway. Dib quietly walked to his locker, but once he saw the spot he where he was beaten, he eagerly fell on the floor and looked for the glass. Nothing. Dib could have taken a knife from the kitchen, but his father or Gaz would surely notice it being missing. He continued to look on the floor. Nothing. The janitor must have sweeped it all up, he thought. Just as he was about to give up, he saw something shiney sit under his locker. He quickly layed on the floor and reached for the piece of glass. He held it in his hand. He stared at it.

Dib stuffed the piece of glass in his pocket and ran to a nearby bathroom. He ran inside a stall and sat on the toilet. He took off his coat and reached for the glass. He dropped his coat on the floor before he put the glass to his skin, and slowly dragged the glass across his palm, leaving blood pour from his hand. He bit his lower lip as the physical pain came in. But it was just as he suspected. The calm, peaceful state of mind came back to him, and the depression and worry washed away. He smiled as his blood dripped onto the tiled floor. He quickly cleaned it with toilet paper. He enjoyed this.

He calmly walked from the bathroom, acting like nothing happened. He put some makeup on the cut, so there would be no questions. He went to his locker to get some books. A great anger filled him once he saw them, the ones who beat him. He felt like he needed a good cutting...

Dib ignored his cravings, and turned his attention to the gang of thugs coming toward him. They all smirked and smiled as they came closer to Dib. But somehow, Dib didn't walk away. He looked them all straight in the eyes, ready for anything they threw at him.

"Hey, you enjoy dat lil gift we gave you yesterday?" The appearant 'leader' of the gang said. Dib just continued to glare at them. "If he ain't runnin, he must want some more."

"Shut up." Dib said. The group became silent.

"What you say, big head kid?" One asked. Dib clenched his fist and shoved it into the leader's stomach as hard as he could. The others gasped as the grungy friend dropped to the ground, holding his bloody stomach. Dib smiled as he uncurled his hand, holding a bloody piece of glass. He had cut the boy's stomach. The boy's 'gang' abandond him, fearing Dib would hit them next. The troubled teenage boy cried out in agony as blood poored onto the floor from his stomach. Dib merely stared at him.

"Stay out of my way." Was all Dib had said to the boy. He then left the hallway, leaving the boy there by himself. Dib had enough of people stepping all over him. He had enough of people hurting him because he was different. He was sick of forgiving people for all of the awful thing they had done.

Dib intened to walk home alone, but Zim had caught up to him. He realized he hadn't talked to Zim at all yesterday. "Dib, where were you today? I was unable to find you in our classes."

Dib shrugged. "I was sick. But I'm better now..."

"Very well." Zim agreed. "The informative human has given me the burden of giving you your homework. So here." Zim handed two books to Dib. He took them without a word. After a few more steps of silence, Zim became annoyed.

"You are not yourself, Dib human." Zim said. "It's annoying."

Dib looked at Zim. "Uh, yeah, sorry."

"Don't give me your lies, Dib worm." Said Zim in an angry tone. "I want to know the truth."

"There is no truth." Dib lied. "I'm perfectly fine."

"Fine." Said Zi doubtfully. "Hey, did Dizzy talk to you yesterday?"

"Yes."

"Eh...Well... What did she say?"

Dib gave Zim a look. "Why do you care?"

"Just tell me!" Zim exclaimed, not looking at Dib.

"Alright, alright, jeez..." Dib said. "All she did was return my trench coat I left at school. She said she was worried about me, and told me if there was anything wrong, I could tell her. Anyway, why are you wanting to know?"

"It's nothing." Zim said.

"Oh, now who's not acting like himself?" Dib teased. Zim gave him a gentle push, and they both ended up laughing over each other.

"Hey, where is Dizzy, anyway?" Dib asked.

"Eh... I don't know.." Zim replied. "I waited for her after school, but she never came."

Dib chuckled. "You waited for her?"

"Shut your noise tube, Dib worm! I've become acustomed to Dizzy. She follows me around everywhere, so I see no use in running anymore."

Suddenly, Dib started laughing. They both stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. Zim stared at Dib, confused.

"You like her, don't you?" Dib asked, still laughing. Zim turned red with anger. "Don't be rediculous, you annoying human bug! She is nothing more than a companion, who seems to be clingy and loud! That is all I think of her."

"Sure, Zim," Said Dib. "sure."

After walking a few more blocks, Zim started up another conversation. "Hey, eh, Dib... Am I allowed to talk with you?"

Dib gave Zim another look. "Zim, we always talk."

"No," Zim said in a annoyed voice. "I mean talk. Am I allowed to tell you something that may be important?"

"You mean a talk? Like frie-" He stopped. "I mean, companion to companion?"

"Yes, that." Zim said.

"Eh... Yeah, I guess." Dib agreed.

"Well..." Zim and Dib stopped and sat on a bench. The endless walking was getting to them. "You see, I ran into someone this morning at the beggining of our higher leveled Skool, and he offored me a box of cigarettes."

Dib's eye grew wide. "Cigarettes?" He said. "You refused, right?"

"Of course!" Zim said mightily. "Zim is not weak enough to give in to such small, disgusting, dirt filled tubes. But, what I wanted to ask you was, what do they do to you?"

Dib shook his head. "Don't even worry about it." He said. "You refused to take them, and that's all that matters."

Zim shrugged. But what the teenage boy told him, about the cigarettes making him feel strong, sparked his curiosity. Perhaps... Maybe... He would meet the boy the next morning?

Zim and Dib continued their walk. When they finally came to Dib's house, they waved goodbye, and Zim watched as Dib walked into the front door of his home. He knew there was something wrong with Dib, but decided to let it go for now. It was probably none of his business, anyway.

As Zim came toward his home, he found a very disturbing sight. Dizzy, a usually happy and excited girl, was sitting at his front step, sobbing loudly and covering her face with her hands. Zim rushed up to her, eager to know what was wrong.

"Dizzy!" He said. "W-what happened? What's wrong?"

Dizzy didn't lift her face from her hands. She continued to cry. Zim was forced to lift her head to get her attention, but suddenly let go at the real reason Dizzy was crying. Blood was smeared across her cheek and mouth, with a bruise on her forehead. Zim's eyes grew wide at the sight. Immediately, he took her inside his house, pushing away his robot parents. He sat Dizzy on his couch, still crying in fear and pain, and went into the kitchen. "GIR!" He shouted. "Get over here!"

Suddenly, a small, red eyed robot flew out of the toilet in the kitchen and appeared in front of Zim. "Yes, my lord?"

"Bring me the medical kit, Dizzy has been injured!"

The little robot's eyes suddenly turned from red to a cyan color. His face was full of worry. "Is she okay?!?"

"Just hurry up and bring me th-"

Without a second thought, the robot ran off. About two second later, he rushed into the living room with the medical kit and handed Dizzy a tissue. Zim rushed in after them.

"W-w-what happened?" Gir asked, confused.

"Dizzy, what did happen?" Zim followed. Dizzy whiped her tears and looked away from them, unable to answer their questions.

"Alright, alright." Zim said. He was about to sit next to Dizzy, but was stopped by Gir, who stole his spot. He growled at him. "No need to answer any questions right now, we can see you are upset. If you want, you may sleep on my couch - again - tonight."

Dizzy carefully nodded. "Thank you..." she said quietly. Zim groped thorugh the medical kit, looking for anything might help. "Gir," he said, "Bring me an ice pack from the freezer! Now!"

"Yessir!" Gir obeyed. As he went into the kitchen, Zim was careful not to stare at the blood smeared on her face. He approached her.

"Uhm..." He hesitated. "May I take a look at your face? It looks serious." Dizzy nodded, still not looking at him. He knelt down, reached into the medical kit for a tissue and began carefully wiping the blood off her face. Tears still ran down her face. Soon, Gir came rushing back, waving an ice pack in the air.

"I gots it!" He shouted. Zim put a finger to his lip, motioning Gir to be quiet. Gir just smiled and handed the ice pack to Zim. He threw the bloody tissue at Gir, who gladly put it into his hallow skull.

"Lay back on the couch," Said Zim. "Then I'll put the icepack on your head."

Dizzy obeyed. Shakily, she laid on the green couch, her head laying on the couch's arm. Zim carefully placed the ice filled pack on her green forehead. "I'll get you a pillow and blanket." He offored. Dizzy shook her head. Zim gave her a confused look. "Are you sure?" He asked. Dizzy nodded.

"Gir," Zim whispered, "Go play with your piggys."
Gir gave a slight happy shriek, then went off to play with his toys. Zim sat on the couch, next to Dizzy.

"Do you wish to be left alone?" He asked. Dizzy shook her head. She once again covered her face with her hands and began crying. Zim panicked. "D-don't cry!" He said. "W-would you like some waffles?" Zim nearly slapped himself.

Dizzy's wimpering became more quiet as Zim laid his hand on her shoulder. He wanted answers. She knew Dizzy didn't do this to himself - someone else had hurt her. It couldn't have been Dib, could it? No... He knew how much Dib and Dizzy were clsoe friends... But still...

Zim sat with Dizzy for the night, laying a hand of comfort of her shoulder.

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A/N: I do realize that I might have overly used violence in this chapter, but that's pretty much why the story's rated T.

This chapter in a nutshell: First off, poor Dr. Membrane remembers painful memories as a child by taking out his hidden razor blade he used to injur himself with. Afterward, Zim gets to school early and runs into a teenage boy, who offers him a box of cigarettes. He refuses, but when the boy tells him the cigarettes will make him feel 'strong', he is tempted. When lunch time comes around, Dib sneaks into school, finds a peice of glass on the floor, and begins to cut himself in the bathroom. On Zim's way home, he finds Dizzy at his doorstep, injured and crying. As he takes her into his home, he worries that someone - maybe even Dib - may have hurt her. He intends to find out.

Stay tuned for chapter 5!