A/N: I made a new forum! For roleplaying! At the IZ Skool! Here's the link (replace (dot) with . ):
http:/forum(dot)fanfiction(dot)net/forum/Skool_RP/105241/
I included this a while back in my less popular story, but now I'm showing you guys so there will be more visitors! Yay!
Also, I wrote a new story, but it's in an obscure catergory that no one will find on their own. It's called Interview Time with HP and RB. The first chapter (episode) is about ZaDr. Check it out on my Profile if you're interested. Or look up the catergories Cartoon X-overs and Game X-overs when looking in the Crossovers section. Whatever suits you.
Shameless self-advertising is fun. o(^▽^)o
"Iron is a metal, you see it every day
Oxygen, eventually will make it rust away
Carbon in its ordinary form is coal
Crush it together and diamonds are born"
"Dib! Shut off that stupid music of yours, will you?" Dib's mother shouted as she passed by Dib's room. She wasn't in the best of moods today, and she was only getting more and more annoyed at Dib by the second. He quickly shut off the music.
Dib, by now, was a little over a year old. He now had a younger sister, who was born only a month ago. The music he was listening to was given to him by his father on his first birthday, along with a small device. The device was called Navigational Intelligence Computer, or NaInCom for short. It was created to guide and watch over Dib, not unlike a babysitter. It had very few buttons, but it was far from primitive. It was the device that Dib was using to play the music. It could also speak, see, hear, and record sounds and videos. It had a vast amount of knowledge, so it could answer any of the child's possible questions.
"Would you like me to just make the music softer?" NaInCom asked. Dib didn't respond; he was watching what his mother was doing. She was sitting in the couch, as Dib learned the squishy fabric thing was called, in the living room. She held her daughter, named Gazlene, in her lap as she played a first-person shooter. "Oh, that's just the perfect game to play with a one-month-old girl."
Dib was confused. "Why?"
NaInCom tried to explain. "Well, that was sarcasm. Sarcasm is when you say the opposite of what you mean, usually emphasized so one can tell that you aren't being honest. So, when I said, 'That's just the perfect game to play in front of an infant,' I mean that it's really bad to play that game in front of infants. That includes you, Dib. Get back over here."
The young boy crawled back over to NaInCom. "Story, Nan?"
"Dib, look. It's NAH-EYN-COM, not Nan. NAH-EYN-COM. You try."
"...Nan?"
"Ugh, nevermind. I should be glad that you can at least talk. Most humans your age can only giggle and scream. So, you wanted a story?"
"Story."
"Okay, let's see... How about... The History of-"
"Story."
"Not a big history fan, huh? You didn't even know that I was going to talk about the history of Bigfoot, did you?"
"...Foot!"
"Bigfoot it is, then. Well, legend says-"
Dib's mother barged into the room, Gazlene in her arms. "Dib, would you shut off your stupid computer for once? Gazlene and I can't hear the game. One unheard footstep and we're dead!"
"Well," NaInCom retorted, "if you'd let me tell your son some stories, he may fall asleep, making him quiet!"
"Yeah, well, if you do that, then don't tell him some lame-ass fairy tales, got it? We don't approve of that ridiculous stuff, not in the Membrane household!"
"He's a child, for Pete's sake! It wasn't even a fairy tale! The stories that I was told by his father to tell him bore him; he doesn't have a caring family to entertain him. I don't want to bore him more! And will you watch your language, if not around Dib, than at least around Gazlene!"
"You know who you sound like? You sound like the biggest f*cking nag in video games, Navi. And your name is fairly close, too! From now on, you're being called Navi around here." Eleanor Membrane turned to face Dib. "And you, you little brat! You stay quiet for the rest of the day, or no dinner!"
Dib crawled into the corner, silent as a mouse. NaInCom spoke up again. "Watch your language! Just get out of this room before you start beating the poor boy!"
Mrs. Membrane gave NaInCom an evil glare, then stormed out of the room. "Dib, come out of the corner. It's safe now."
Dib came over to the device with a scared look on his face. "...Nan?"
"Yes, Dib?"
"Why?"
A/N: Whoo! Another decent sized chapter! I'm getting better at this.
For those of you who didn't know the song, it's Meet The Elements by They Might Be Giants. The band has a few educational albums, including the one that Dib got from his father: Here Comes Science.
What else would Professor Membrane give Dib? (^_-)
So, how was this chapter?
