A/N: Well, lookit! The epilogue!

Why was the update so quick? Well, I'm going to try for a fixed schedule, so I have time to write them. Good? Good. I don't think you'll notice the difference.

Dib was walking home from Skool with his sister. "Come on! They all really believed it was a skin condition? Are they blind?"

Gaz had been stuck listening to his voice the entire time. His voice only made it harder to concentrate on her video game. "You're almost blind, with those glasses of yours."

"Oh, you should certainly talk, you haven't opened your eyes in practically a year!" Gaz paused her game to push her brother into the street, who just barely missed getting hit by a teenage driver texting at the wheel. "Okay, okay. Never mind. But you believe me, right?"

She continued to play her Game Slave. "Not really."

The boy sighed. "Well, you'll see. You just need to take one good look at him, and you'll see how inhuman he is."

The boy Dib was talking about was a new student, named Zim. Zim said he was from a place called Rekiah. The kid started class two days ago. He supposedly had a freaky skin condition that turned his skin green and prevented him from having a nose or ears. Somehow, he convinced the entire Skool that he was completely normal. The fact that he shouted the fact every ten minutes didn't help. Dib knew the boy was an alien.

Gaz never supported Dib in any way possible. "I'm guessing you've looked him over multiple times..."

As the two siblings walked into their home, Dib noticed Gaz was wearing the necklace he gave her some years back. "Gaz, why are you wearing that necklace? I thought you hated it or something."

"Your avoidable personality seemed to have rubbed off on this piece of junk. Less people bother me when I wear it."

Dib smiled. "Well, you're welcome then." He ran upstairs into his room to analyze the data he had collected on Zim.

"Hello, Dib." NaInCom had been updated with a faster processor, among other minor tweaks and bug fixes. "How was today?"

"Fine. Can you bring up the data we have on Zim?"

"Sure." Various windows popped up, showing all sorts of data. But so far, most of the data was either speculation or blank areas.

In the middle of rereading a page he filled in, he paused for a moment. He turned to face the foot of his bed, where a certain stuffed animal sat. A stuffed animal with a bandage below its button eyes. "Huh? Why would he-"

He stopped abruptly, listening to something. "No. I only want to turn him in to the Swollen Eyeball. They can take care of any dissecting."

Another pause. "I don't really want to. I mean, it would be cool to see what the inside of an alien looked like, but I still remember how it felt when I was a test subject. I can't stand thinking of-"

This pause seemed to last especially long. "Well, he does seem to have something against me. And he does shout a lot. But that doesn't mean that I-"

A short pause. "What? No, he didn't mention that yet."

An even shorter pause. "How would you know? You're stuck in here all day! It isn't like you have spy cameras-" Dib looked over at NaInCom. "Well, I guess you could, if they were set up. But they aren't, so you don't know!"

A longer pause. Dib gulped. "You can't... How could you do that? You're a toy!"

A very short pause. "You heard me! You are a toy! You can't move around!"

NaInCom spoke up. "A child's plaything indeed. What do you hear that's making you argue like this?"

Dib turned to his laptop. "The toy! It has to be haunted or something! Maybe you don't hear it because you're a computer. Maybe it's only speaking to me!" The boy turned to the ghost toy again. "And for the last time, neither of us heard him making fun of my head, okay?"

Yet another pause, this one the longest so far. "He did mention conquering when he thought no one was listening... I know he's dangerous! He has a bomb attached to his wrist! But no, he doesn't seem like the suicide-bomber type. Too big an ego. However, he has to be stopped!"

A quick pause. "... I guess dissecting him would stop him for good... So I'll have to make sure it happens!"

Dib turned to his computer and clicked on a window showing all sorts of possible anatomy for the alien. The boy was set on finding the best way to cut it up, and worked on that for two hours before he heard his sister. "Dib! Get down here unless you don't mind starving!" Dib ran downstairs to eat.

The meal for tonight: Chinese food, one of the extremely few types of food that the siblings got from an actual restaurant. The only other one was pizza, but Dib generally tried to avoid dairy. He had found that he gets coughing fits after eating dairy. He blamed his artificial stomach (which still hadn't grown, so it was about average sized at this point); Gaz just called him a whiner.

Upon finishing their dinner, they simply returned to what they were doing earlier, just like every day. This pattern has been repeating itself for almost a year now, ever since their mother died. Neither of the siblings like to talk about it.

Gaz sits on the living room couch, starting up the game she had been playing earlier. It was Portal 2, of which the girl had started a new game. It was her mother's favorite, but Gaz wasn't sure why. That's why she kept playing it over and over; otherwise, she would've played a newer game.

Gaz could hear talking upstairs. She knew it was her brother, talking to that computer of his. God, he needs to get a life.

She thought about that for a second. She knew he had no friends, at least now. Certainly not when he was being annoying. Gaz didn't have any friends either, but that's because she didn't want them. They would only be a bother. Dib was pathetic in her eyes because he had no friends and probably wanted them. That was the big difference.

Why am I even thinking about this? I need to concentrate. She turned the game's volume up high and kept playing.

A/N: So, it looks like this story is finally over, right?

Well, technically, yes. But I'm going to be adding to this occasionally. Maybe a bonus chapter, or I might rewrite a poorly-done chapter. So, keep those Alerts!

But, beyond this, I will be writing other stories. They will often reference this, or they may simply be a continuation of this story! So don't be sad now that I'm finished, okay?