Author's Note: Alright, first things first. I got the idea for this story from a damn good story called 'Nightmares' in the Powerpuff Girl section. Go read it. And if DevilHunter37 is reading this, I'm only taking the idea of a horrible alternate world. Everything else is different. No stealing here, I promise. Yep. I think I'll add that everyone is older. And since most people change as they grow up, there is no out-of-characterness in this story. Or at least nothing extreme. Okay, on to the story. (And by the way, I cannot seem to get the title to center. Nope, just can't.)
Disclaimer: Oh wait I forgot this. If you think I own Invader Zim, you are obviously on crack. No doubt about. This idea belongs to, as I already hinted, Devilhunter37. The end. Now you can go to the story.
Nightmare World
By: GS2aholic
In the memory you'll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up
~(Forgotten) Linkin Park
Gaz didn't even flinch as the thunder shook the house, or as the rain pounded the roof and the lightning flashed outside. She was absorbed in her game. Some would say that her eyes were turning square; but she wouldn't have listened.
The day had been good to her. It was a Friday and none of the teachers gave her any homework over the weekend. Or at least she didn't think they did. Her brother hadn't bothered her at all either. Dib had run off somewhere on the way home, a blessing to Gaz, and hadn't yet come home. So the house was peaceful and quiet, despite the low jingle of the music from her contraption. Too bad it had to end.
Gaz jumped as the door slammed open, her reflexes immediately putting her game on pause as Dib struggled to push the door shut against the wind.
"Dammit Dib, must you always make a commotion when you walked into the house?!" Gaz spat angrily at her brother.
"Dammit Gaz, must you always find some fault with me?!" He shot back. He was soaked from head to toe; he had just been tortured by a little robot that screeched about nonsense continuously; and Gaz thought that he should care about how much noise he made when he came in the house.
"God Dib, the problems are everywhere, I only thought I should point them out to you," she said bitterly as she turned on her game again, drowning out Dib's nauseating voice with the music.
Gaz had advanced a level when Dib came back in with a glass of orange juice, his wet clothes still sticking to his skin. He sat down beside his sibling, the click of the buttons and the music right in his ear.
"Gaz, could you turn that music down?" Dib grumbled at his sister as he searched for the remote. She didn't answer him.
"Gaz, please!" He pleaded, retrieving the remote from the couch's depths. She again didn't answer him.
He groaned in defeat, pressing the power button on the remote. When it didn't turn on, Dib mumbled profanities under his breath and retrieved some batteries from the table. They were more than likely Gaz's, but she didn't say anything, and Dib hoped to God she wouldn't notice.
He tried the button again and it didn't respond. Oh great, now I'm stuck in the house with blasting music and I'm missing the highlight of my evening, Dib thought, referring to Mysterious Mysteries.
"Will you turn the Goddamn music down!!" He yelled loudly. Gaz shot a look at him, then returned to her game. He wasn't going to ruin her day.
Of course, it was at that moment that all the electricity decided to fail, Gaz's Gameslave's screen providing the only light in the room.
Dib rummaged through the dark, looking for a flashlight, or at least a lighter to provide additional light. It maddened him that she lifted no finger to help him, just to press the buttons. He felt like he was going to blow-up, and blow-up he did.
"Gaz, will you turn that thing off!!" He screamed, snatching it out of her hand and slamming it on the coffee table. Gaz's eyes widened as the screen went black, the music shut off, and the console sparked as a crack appeared across the screen.
"Dib! You bastard!" She whispered harshly. She reached under the couch and brought up a flashlight, clicking it on to reveal an abused looking video game. She picked up her precious game and threw it in the trash on her way upstairs. "He will pay for that," she vowed. "And money isn't the only way."
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Dib woke from his bed with a jolt, unsure what had spooked him so much. He looked around as he calmed his breathing and shuddered at the stillness of it all. Of course it was only 12 o' clock, but he wasn't even sure the air was moving.
He swung his legs over the bed and lowered himself to the ground. But to his surprise, there was no floor, and he fell. He wasn't sure how long it was before he hit the ground.
When he opened his eyes he was on the floor right in front of the couch. The electricity was on again. He blinked at the intensity of the sudden light and the blare of the television. After recovery, Dib rose, turned everything off, and dragged himself to bed.
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Gaz had been looking around the house for about fifteen minutes before she remembered that her Gameslave II had gone to the grave. Her face grew hot at the memory of it, and she wondered what she was to do for the whole weekend. Neither of the teenagers in the house had enough money for a new console; and their father had forgotten to give them their $50 for the week.
She took little notice of her brother's tired looking body already in a chair. He hadn't gotten much sleep, his body's temperature seeming to alternate from hot to cold, plaguing his efforts.
Gaz warmed a slice of cold pizza from the fridge, it being the only source of food in the house. The lady who their dad had hired to buy food for them hadn't arrived that week, due to a cold.
Dib turned on the TV in the room, variously picking a channel to watch. It was the news, showing sarcastically exciting celebrity updates. It wasn't the first time someone divorced their 4th wife.
Dib groaned as the screen flickered. The storm had subsided, and he had hoped that they had the cable completely fixed already. The screen flickered again, and turned to normal, Britney Spears smiling on the screen as she talked about her latest video. Dib pressed a channel button, but the screened continued showing the same channel.
Dib stared intensely at the screen, willing it to change as he pressed the buttons. He raised an eyebrow as Britney's smiling face melted, the colors on the screen running off the TV and dripping to the floor. His eyes widened as the pigments changed color and yelped as they turned a deep blood red, still dripping continuously as horrifying screams escaped the TV.
"Dear god, Gaz will you look at that!" He said, his voice shaking, tearing his eyes away to look at his sibling. Her face was emotionless as she looked up at the screen, and then returned to her food.
"Yeah, that's the way I react when I see her too," she commented.
Dib looked back at the screen, seeing Britney's face as she gave an annoying giggle. He cleaned his glasses and tried the channel button, it changed and Dib turned it off in disgust. His lack-of-sleep had taken a toll on him.
To be continued…
End note: Hope that didn't suck to badly. I'm not the best at writing spooky things, but I did my best. Constructive criticism would be highly appreciated and flames will be used to melt more butter to spill on my friend's clothes. (Long story…) Honestly people, if you have that much of a problem with a story, just stop reading it. Easy as pie.