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A:N/ Hey, sorry for the late update! Thank you to Si1verwing and Invader Diclonius Tobi for offering to draw Bev and being loyal reviewers! You can see Si1verwing's drawing of Bev by following a link to her Deviantart on her profile then going to latest deviations, and I'll let y'all know when Invader Diclonius Tobi has finished her's! Also, thank you to iwolf208 for being my new beta reader! Now, on with the chapter!

~PuddingNinja~

~Third Person POV~

A strange green boy marched up to an equally strange house. He opened the door and marched in before slamming it, shaking the house in the process. He went into the kitchen where he opened up a trash can and climbed into it. The bottom of it lowered down, heading towards a large lab with lots of advanced technology and foreign writing.

"How dare that little brat disobey ZIM! I'll make her regret it, even if it's the last thing I do!" the green boy yelled to no one in particular. He took off his Elvis styled wig, revealing two antennae. He then took out his contacts, uncovering the two ruby eyes lying behind, glowing with rage.

"COMPUTER!" he shouted into the room.

"What?" a tired voice answered back.

"How is the machine's progress?" the alien asked in an official tone. The computer sighed.

"I don't know, go check it yourself!" The alien frowned and rolled his eyes at this. He walked down towards a hallway which led to another lab with just as much technology as the last one, only this one was filled with machine parts and tools, as well as a rather large curtain covering something unknown.

He rummaged through the mess before finding a remote control with a sole button. He pressed it, and the curtain flew away to reveal an intimidating piece of machinery. A sadistic smile spread across the alien's face as he took in the sight.

"Perfect!"

~PuddingNinja~

Dib gasped at what he saw. He had been monitoring his video cameras that he had planted in Zim's base, and he saw and heard everything. He didn't know what the machine was or what it could do, he just knew he had to warn Bev. As he was pulling on his shoes, a light started blinking on his video chat screen.

"The Swollen Eyeballs!" he exclaimed as he scrambled over to the monitor and pressed a button to answer it.

"Agent Mothman, we have found evidence of the witch that you informed us about," the darkened figure on the screen said.

"Agent Darkbooty! That's gr- wait a minute, did you say witch?" Dib said with disbelief. Out of all of the paranormal creatures he had reported, they decided to find evidence of the one that was his friend?!

"Yes, we looked through old records and there was a family of two witches where the mother was captured, but never the child." Dib gulped.

"How can you be sure that it's her? I mean, there must be a whole lot of other witches... right?"

"Right, but the child's name was Bev. Was that not the name of the witch that you reported?"

"Yes, but-"

"Good. We'll look more into it, but report any new information that you find immediately, understand?"

"Y-yes," Dib stuttered.

"Good. Agent Darkbooty, signing off," the darkened figure said before saluting, signifying the end of the discussion. Dib attempted a weak salute back.

As soon as the screen went black, Dib finished putting on his shoes before sprinting out of his house.

"I've got to warn Bev!"

~PuddingNinja~

~Bev's POV~

I was down in my basement, making a potion, when all of a sudden, Dib came running in. He knocked over a few shelves in the process, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Dib? How did you get in my house?" I asked. I walked over towards the shelves that he knocked over and started picking them up.

"Not important. Bev, you're in danger!" he exclaimed in between breaths.

"No, duh. Having an evil alien bent on exposing you is pretty dangerous, in case you haven't noticed."

"No, I'm serious! This is real danger!" He paused as he watched me. "That shelf looks kind of heavy, couldn't you just use your magic to pick it up?"

"I don't have unlimited power. It takes practice and energy to do even the simplest spells, it actually took less energy to pick that up myself rather than using magic to do it," I responded as I finished picking up the mess.

"It takes a lot of practice and energy to do even the simplest spells. I've seen people pass out from trying to perform spells that are way beyond their power, but you would be surprised by what people can do if they do it with emotion."

"So you can only do simple spells?"

"No, I've been practicing for five years. I can't do the hardest, most amazing spells, but I can do intermediate ones such as summoning objects, turning things invisible, and levitating. I'm also practicing flying on a broomstick. Anyways, what's this about danger?"

"Oh, right! Zim has this machine that he's going to use against you, and the Swollen Eyeballs are after you, too!"

"Did you say Swollen Eyeballs? What is that, some kind of lame angry mob or something?" I asked.

"No! They're a group of paranormal investigators, like me!" he exclaimed, shaking my shoulders.

"Whoa, a whole group of Dibs... that is pretty scary!" I mocked.

"Why don't you seem scared by any of this? An alien with some type of evil machine is after you, and so is an angry mob- I mean paranormal experts! Aren't you worried at all?" He seemed to be more freaked out than me by all of this.

"Dib, I knew what I was getting into when I stood up to Zim. As for the angry mob-"

"Swollen Eyeballs," he corrected.

"... Right. Anyways, they don't seem like much of a threat."

"How do you know?! How can you be sure that you'll be safe?!"

"Dib, I'll be safe. I promise," I reassured, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"I just don't want to lose you! You're my only friend, the only person that's ever believed me- hell, the only person that's ever even listened to me without threatening me or calling me crazy! Okay, so you've called me crazy a few times, but the point is people always belittle me and treat me like I'm some piece of crap, but you've made me feel like I'm actually worth something..."

"Dib, I promise you that I'll be fine, I've been taking care of myself for a while now..." I said. We looked at each other for a while before he hesitantly replied.

"Okay, just be careful..."

"I will."

~PuddingNinja~

Third Person POV

~Two Years Ago~

Bev sighed as she walked into her house. It had been another long, rough day at skool.

"Bev! How was your day?" her mother greeted upon seeing her. Bev just ignored the question and instead headed towards her room.

"Bev? What's wrong? Why don't you tell me?" She sighed and walked over to her mother who was seated on the couch. Her mother patted the spot next to her, and she sat.

"Now, what's wrong?" her mother asked, a sympathetic smile on her face.

"Why do we have to keep on moving from place to place?" Bev asked, her eyes cast down.

"Well, sweetie, there's people that don't like us. They don't like people like us."

"Why not?" She asked, her gaze rising from the floor.

"I'm not exactly sure, but they keep on trying to find us. So before they do, we have to leave so they can't get to us."

"But, Mom, I don't have any friends, and I never will! We have to keep on moving, so I don't ever get a chance to make a friend. I should just give up, what's the point?" Bev said sadly.

"Bev, one day this will all be over, and then you can make a friend. Promise me that you'll make one someday."

"Why?" Bev asked.

"Because, friends will help you. They'll keep you safe. They'll be there for you."

"But can't you do all that?"

"Of course, but once all of this is over, you'll need a friend more than anything else. Just promise me that you'll find one," Bev's mom said, concern and sadness lingering in her voice.

"I promise," Bev said. Her mother pulled her into a hug, a silent tear rolling down her cheek. For even though she knew what would happen, her daughter didn't.

~PuddingNinja~

A:N/ Okay, I lied about the poll closing! I really need votes! Also, if you have already voted, if you'll leave your votes in the reviews I'll add another vote to the pairing(s)! Review!