Author's Note:
Today, I got razor burn shaving my legs. And it HURT! Oh
God, how it hurt. I also got so many nicks that I'm surprised I didn't have to
go to the hospital. I am not happy. That means I have to take out my youthful
rage in this fic. It's short and fluffy, but kinda depressing. It's about
Professor Membrane. And after I write this, I am going to plot against the
disposable razor that caused me so much pain and anguish.
I don't own Invader Zim, you silly lawyers, you.
Yes, I
love my kids. If I didn't have Gaz and Dib, I don't know what I'd do. But when
Lily died…when Lily died, apart of me died. Lily was my life, and I couldn't do
anything to help her. She had cancer-I have chosen to forget which one-and it
spread to all her organs…and eventually her brain. I tried to cure her. I tried
so hard. I thought that if I spent enough time in the lab mixing and stirring
and x-raying, I'd find a cure, make everything better.
Somewhere
deep inside I knew that I would never find a cure for the cancer that ate away
at my lovely wife, but instead of spending time with her like I should have, I
spent my days in the lab.
I was in the
lab the day Lily died, nowhere near the cure to cancer. I failed.
Ever since then, I have become a slave to my work. Even
making things so simple as toast has become a grand achievement. I feel the
void that I caused fill up just the littlest bit, but when I look at my
children, the void empties, making me have to work that much harder to fill it
back up.
Because of me,
Gaz and Dib don't have a mother. Because of me Gaz and Dib don't have a father.
At least, not a very good one.
Oh God, I'm so sorry.
Author's Note:
…okay. I'm off to plot, now. (eyes narrow)
Excuse the crappiness.
