Hey Spacejerk,
Stuff just keeps being weird. That record I wrote of all my memories of you? I just looked it over again, and it looks like I was just scribbling in place for ten minutes on each line.
In the same vein (similar situation) I typed up all my homework because I'm bored as hell and I can't help but answer their prompts even if I hate the situation. When I get my reports back, about half of them are graded between 90 and 100% while the others are failing, and the failing ones look like a monkey banged on the keyboard for an hour. Zim, I absolutely know for a fact I was writing coherent essays the whole time.
What if this isn't just me losing my mind? What if there's actually something wrong with me? What do I do then? If it was a medical inquiry there's a tiny shot Dad might listen and get me scanned or something, but if I'm wrong he'll just start pumping me full of meds. I'm shocked he hasn't done that already.
What if
FWOOSH.
Years of fight-or-flight reflexes kicked in and Dib pitched sideways out of his chair, yanking it in front of him like a shield and brandishing his pen. Smoke poured into his room through the charred hole in his door. Yanking his shirt over his nose, he peered into the cloud.
There. A dark shape in the smoke, moving toward him.
"Nugh!" Dib tried to shout, but his teeth barely separated.
A flash of blue. Numbness sank into his muscles as he crumpled to the ground.
Black.