So Alone
An Invader Zim Fan Fiction by... wait... OH YEAH! ME!
(~*!BEGIN!*~)
Another whipcrack made Dib fall to the ground of Professor Membrane's laboratory. He struggled to get to his feet. "Please... Dad I-"
"QUIET!" He yelled, cracking the whip again. "Next time, when I say be careful, BE CAREFUL!" Dib knew he couldn't answer to this. Damn that alcohol. Every time his dad got drunk he would come home and beat him for every little thing he did.
"Dad, look I'm sor-"
"DIDN'T I JUST TELL YOU TO BE QUIET?" The man grabbed his wrist gruffly. Dib automatically frailed under his breath.
"Please... not the razor..."
A glint ran past his eye. He was going to do it. Dib's voice let out a howl of pain as blood gushed out of his wrist. The tall drunk let go of his hand and Dib automatically clutched it. The white hot pain concentrated on his wrist, as he writhered in fright. He ran upstairs, hi tears following his trenchcoat.
"Yeah, that's what I heard." Under his wig, Zim's antennae perked up. "Dib's dad. He's cutting him, right?"
"Mhm. I almost feel sorry for him. ...Almost." The popular kids dropped the subject. Zim looked in Dib's direction. He was looking down at his food, purple sags under his eyes, the fork caressing over the food, without eating it. Zim noticed some marks on his wrist and neck. What was this? He thought to himself.
Using the toilet transport to go down to his laboratory, he automatically said, "Computer! Run a scan on the Human Slang Term dictionary on 'cutting'."
"Processing... PROCESSING...." Then it beeped calmly. "Cutting: A form of physical child abuse. Felony in most countries. Run video?"
"Yes." Zim sat down in his chair, staring at the screen intrestedly. As the pictrue appeared, Zim staggered back. A parent, grabbing the kid and hitting him, slicing him with razors, and whipping him. The alien's eyes widened at the site. This... this was happening to Dib? A pang of sympathy ran through his heart. He quickly shook it off.
Dib threw his backpack on the ground and Gaz followed closely behind. Dib saw a note on the TV as he sat on the couch. He tore it off and read:
"Dib and Gaz-
Went to the bar, be home by 9
-Loved Dad"
Dib dropped the note. "He's going to the bar..."
"Make yourself scarce, Dib." She said. "Go to a friends house."
"WHAT FRIEND?" Dib said desparately.
"I dunno... go to Zim's house."
"ZIM?" At first, this seemed like a shocking idea. Then a thoughtful look came to his face. "Zim..."
(~*! End of Chapter 1 !*~)
DUN DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN! What evil plan does Dib have up his sleeve? *Screams come form the background* SHUTUP! *BANG* *It goes quiet* Thank you.
Stay tuned, pitiful earth monkey!
~me
An Invader Zim Fan Fiction by... wait... OH YEAH! ME!
(~*!BEGIN!*~)
Another whipcrack made Dib fall to the ground of Professor Membrane's laboratory. He struggled to get to his feet. "Please... Dad I-"
"QUIET!" He yelled, cracking the whip again. "Next time, when I say be careful, BE CAREFUL!" Dib knew he couldn't answer to this. Damn that alcohol. Every time his dad got drunk he would come home and beat him for every little thing he did.
"Dad, look I'm sor-"
"DIDN'T I JUST TELL YOU TO BE QUIET?" The man grabbed his wrist gruffly. Dib automatically frailed under his breath.
"Please... not the razor..."
A glint ran past his eye. He was going to do it. Dib's voice let out a howl of pain as blood gushed out of his wrist. The tall drunk let go of his hand and Dib automatically clutched it. The white hot pain concentrated on his wrist, as he writhered in fright. He ran upstairs, hi tears following his trenchcoat.
"Yeah, that's what I heard." Under his wig, Zim's antennae perked up. "Dib's dad. He's cutting him, right?"
"Mhm. I almost feel sorry for him. ...Almost." The popular kids dropped the subject. Zim looked in Dib's direction. He was looking down at his food, purple sags under his eyes, the fork caressing over the food, without eating it. Zim noticed some marks on his wrist and neck. What was this? He thought to himself.
Using the toilet transport to go down to his laboratory, he automatically said, "Computer! Run a scan on the Human Slang Term dictionary on 'cutting'."
"Processing... PROCESSING...." Then it beeped calmly. "Cutting: A form of physical child abuse. Felony in most countries. Run video?"
"Yes." Zim sat down in his chair, staring at the screen intrestedly. As the pictrue appeared, Zim staggered back. A parent, grabbing the kid and hitting him, slicing him with razors, and whipping him. The alien's eyes widened at the site. This... this was happening to Dib? A pang of sympathy ran through his heart. He quickly shook it off.
Dib threw his backpack on the ground and Gaz followed closely behind. Dib saw a note on the TV as he sat on the couch. He tore it off and read:
"Dib and Gaz-
Went to the bar, be home by 9
-Loved Dad"
Dib dropped the note. "He's going to the bar..."
"Make yourself scarce, Dib." She said. "Go to a friends house."
"WHAT FRIEND?" Dib said desparately.
"I dunno... go to Zim's house."
"ZIM?" At first, this seemed like a shocking idea. Then a thoughtful look came to his face. "Zim..."
(~*! End of Chapter 1 !*~)
DUN DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN! What evil plan does Dib have up his sleeve? *Screams come form the background* SHUTUP! *BANG* *It goes quiet* Thank you.
Stay tuned, pitiful earth monkey!
~me
