Author's note: I just realized that this is going to have some similarities with the Halloween episode. Fear not, I shall find a way to steer it on the right path! *Ahem* Time for the disclaimer.

Disclaimer: Let us look up the meaning of 'disclaimer': A repudiation or denial of responsibility or connection. In other words: I DON'T own Invader Zim! Carry on…

And To Each, His Own Nightmares

By: GS2aholic

Graffiti decorations
Under a sky of dust
A constant wave of tension
On top of broken trust
The lessons that you taught me

I learn were never true

Now I find myself in question

~Linkin Park ~Runaway

Dib ran down the street. He wasn't sure what was chasing him, but he sure didn't want to find out.

A string of fire lined the road and an occasionally ball of fire fell down onto the path. He yelped as something sliced down his leg, turning his head to look behind him. A silhouette of the creature was there right at his heals.

"And those were my favorite pants!" He complained as he ran, his breathing reducing to short gasps.

When he looked ahead again, he ran into a wall that was, to his horror, made of large dead roaches. He turned around and gasped as the predator laid a heavy slap on his face. As it slapped, it began to slowly chant his name.

"Dib… Dib…Dib…"

"DIB!" Gaz yelled, slapping her brother on the face. They had been walking to skool and suddenly he started running, stopping in the alley and falling down.

He slowly came to, the scene he experienced before slowly fading as reality set in. He held up a head to his cheek, stopping Gaz's slapping and sitting up.

Gaz checked her watch and stood. "You had better hurry up Dib. Or you're going to be late again!" She warned and walked away.

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Dib arrived to class late, just as Gaz had predicted. He didn't bother to say an excuse to Miss Bitters; it wasn't like she would listen. (They had to stay in the same building with the same teacher due to 'budget cuts'.)

He sat lazily in his seat, not reacting as a few balls of paper hit his head. It was a daily ritual, and Dib learned to quit complaining. Dib didn't even shoot a glare at his rival, the morning's events all to puzzling.

Zim looked at Dib from across the room. He's planning something, Zim thought. He has to be. He's usually ranting on. He watched a Dib closed him eyes and stayed completely still. He continued starring as Miss Bitters began her lecture on Spam, and it's affects on the world's current doom level.

Dib moved, but only slightly. Then his eyes began twitching, each one separately. He covered his would-be ears as Dib suddenly started screaming, clutching his arm in agony. Dib got up and fell to the floor, his face scrunched up in pain as he moved his hands to his stomach.

It was then that he sat up suddenly, rubbing his head. He looked around the classroom at the blank stares of those who stood within. Zita raised her hand.

"I know what your thinking, but we used the last card on Keef last week," Miss Bitter's answered. The class groaned and Miss Bitter's materialized next to Dib. "But he should go home before his craziness spreads to the rest of us," she concluded and pointed to the door.

Zim continued eyeing Dib suspiciously as he walked to the door and left.

Author's note: Alright, the second chapter is done. It was rather short though, but oh well. Again, constructive criticism would be accepted to no end. And any ideas for more nightmares would be helpful too. If you have one, please e-mail them to me.