Him guys! I'm updating a little early because I won't be able to update this weekend. This chapter takes place one month after Dib was locked up. I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter Six: Gaz

One month later

"Come, Gaz," Dad announced. "The doctors have contacted me saying that your brother is ready for us to visit him."

I barely glanced up from my Game Slave. "But it's the weekend."

"I have cleared my entire schedule for today so that we can visit your brother together," Dad reminded. "I'm curious to see if they can cure his insanity, and if they can, you can have a real brother, and I can have a real son!"

I paused my game as I thought of what he said. If they can make Dib normal, he won't bother me anymore by casting stupid pig spells on me. It's been nice this past month without him here. I could play my games without interruption, and no one was here to shove me off of the couch to watch Mysterious Mysteries for days on end, steal my pizza or drink the last soda.

But then again, I've been trying to shake this feeling that something was wrong this entire time. I was able to ignore it for the first week or so after Dib was taken away, but as time stretched on, that feeling became less and less ignorable.

I looked up at Dad. "Yeah, alright. I'll go with you."

"Great!" Dad shouted. "Be ready in five minutes."

He rushed off somewhere, and I turned my attention back to my game.

As Dad and I walked up to the door of the Crazy House for Boys, I heard a loud, familiar voice behind me. "Oh, hello, Gaz! What a beautiful day to visit the House of Crazy, yes?"

"Hello, Zim," I muttered, glancing at him and finding him sporting his bad human disguise with his green "dog" by his side. "What are you doing here?"

"Why, I'm here to visit my…friend, Dib!" he yelled, straining on the word "friend".

"What?" my dad exclaimed, halting his walk. "You're friends with my son?" He finally looked down at us. "Oh, you're that little foreign friend of his."

"Yes, I am," Zim announced. "Oh, how foreign I am."

We had finally reached the door of the Crazy House for Boys, and I knocked, and a thin panel towards the top of the door slid open, allowing me to see a pair of eyes peering out. "We're here to see Dib," I said.

The pair of eyes looked us over for a second before the slit closed up again. There was a clanging on the other side of the door that sounded like multiple locks being adjusted. A second later, the door opened, and we were greeted by a man in blue scrubs and a lab coat. "Are all three of you here for Dib?" he questioned, glancing at Zim.

"Of course we are! I am here to see my friend, Dib!" He started coughing so much that it sounded like he might lose a lung before looking back up at the man.

"Alright. Let's get you to the waiting room," the doctor dismissed. The doctor guided the three of us through a maze of dark, white hallways until we arrived in a large, dimly lit room with several sets of chairs and tables throughout the room. There were several people already meeting there. "Choose a table, and Dib will come down to meet you in a few minutes," the doctor said, before he left.

Dad, Zim, his robot dog and I took a seat at a nearby table to wait for Dib. Zim snickered quietly beside me, wringing his hands. I rolled my eyes. Whatever he had planned, he couldn't get away with it. We were in a public place surrounded by people and cameras, and he was so incompetent that he wouldn't even be able to stand before he ruined his own plan.

After a few minutes of silent waiting, the door opened again. Dib walked slowly in with his head down and two doctors on either side of him. They escorted him to the table where we waited and pulled a chair out for him. One of them put a hand on his shoulder as he sat down in the chair-more like fell into the chair, really. The two doctors walked off and left back out the door they came.

"So, son," Dad announced, "how are you feeling?"

Dib was silent for a moment before looking up at him. "Alright," he muttered.

There were dark circles under his eyes. They were always there before, but they were never this prominent. His cheeks were sunken in, and he looked even skinnier than he used to be.

"No insane thoughts of aliens recently?" Dad wondered.

Dib visibly tensed. "No."

His voice was so quiet and monotone. Something was wrong. Maybe this feeling I've had over the past month hasn't been simple paranoia.

I opened my mouth to ask a question of my own, but Zim cut me off. "Dib's male parental figure? I was wondering if I could have a moment alone with my friend." He made a disgusted face on the last word.

"Of course," Dad responded. "Gaz and I will be right outside and be back in in about five minutes."

Dad grabbed my arm and started to drag me off. I didn't fight him, but I looked back at Dib. He watched us leave. There was a look in his eye that I could see through the glare on his glasses. He didn't want us to leave. He wanted help.

What were they doing at this hospital?

Once we were outside of the visitors' room, I turned to Dad and said, "I'm going to check out the rest of the hospital."

Dad barely glance up from the tablet screen he was working on. "Okay, Gaz. Be careful."

I turned away from him and went back down the long, dark hallway. Why was it so dark in here anyway? This is a hospital. Don't they need to see?

Eventually, I came across an elevator, and I hit the button to go up, glancing around me to make sure that there were no doctors around. The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. I walked inside and scanned the labels on the buttons for each level. There was one level labeled "Tacos". That was tempting, but there were surely hundreds of doctors on that level. I couldn't afford to get caught, and I only have five minutes until Dad wants to go back in and see Dib. I'll get a taco on the way home.

I pressed the button that read "Treatment Level", and the elevator shuddered as it started its ride upwards. It didn't take long for the elevator to reach the level and suddenly stop. Another ding sounded, and the doors slid open, allowing me to see the floor. I stepped out of the elevator as its doors closed behind me. The lighting up here was no better than downstairs, but I could still make out the words on the whiteboards that were attached to each door. They were names. It would be easier to find Dib's room than I thought.

I decided to try the right side of the hall first. I slowly walked forward, scanning each name as I went. I passed several doors before I came across one labeled "Dib Membrane".

There was a file folder in a holder that was attached to the wall next to the door. I took it out of the holder and scanned it. It had a picture of Dib as well as general information about him on the first few pages, but as I flipped through the pages, the documents got encoded. It was mostly symbols rather than words. I pulled out my phone and took a quick picture of the encoded pages. Gamers had to be good a puzzles. I could figure this out with some of the people I usually play with.

I slipped my phone back into my pocket and replaced the folder back where I found it. I tried the door handle to Dib's room and found that it wasn't locked, which was only somewhat surprising. Dib was downstairs and not in here after all. I went inside and quickly shut the door behind me. There wasn't much in the room. It was small and even darker than the hallway. There was one window that clearly didn't have a way to open it and a bed with the thinnest mattress I've ever seen. There weren't even sheets on it.

I stepped further into the room, and I stepped in something that made a splashing sound. I glanced down and lifted my foot out of the dark puddle. Why would a puddle be dark? I took out my phone again and turned on the flashlight. The puddle wasn't water. It was red. Blood.

I instantly jumped over the puddle, shivering in an attempt to shake off my nerves. Blood. Why would there be blood on the floor?

I scanned the bed a little further and found even more blood dried on the mattress. There were metal handcuffs attached to the guardrails on either side of the bed.

This wasn't a hospital room. It was a prison cell.

I raced out of the room, quickly making it back to the elevator. I pressed the call button for it and anxiously waited for it to arrive. The doors slid open not soon enough. I ran inside and repeatedly pressed the button to go back down to the level Dad, Zim and Dib waited.

I hope you guys liked it and return for chapter seven!