Rejection
Chapter Four
DISCLAIMER: All characters except Libby belong to Jhonen Vasquez, Nickelodeon, and Viacom. There might be some other big corporations that they belong to, but oh well. Libby was dreamed up to suit a need for humiliating Dib. (Dib: "Hey, watch it! One of the reviewers gave me a mallet!") Freakydreams.com is a real dream analysis site.
"Stop it! Please, just let me go!"
"Never! You are a prisoner now, human stink-beast!"
"I haven't done anything to you! Why didn't you go after HIM?"
"The Dib-worm? Ha! He is not currently a threat. The base is completely secure, and you aren't leaving!"
"But why me? What have I done to make you do this?"
"You know too much."
Zim reaches over and flips a switch. A scream is heard, and the prisoner hangs limp in her restraints.
"One down, one to go."
Dib woke up screaming. It had been a week since Libby came over, and all week at school she had either ignored him or threatened to destroy him. But now, he had been having this strange, misty dream every night since.
***************************************************************** A couple blocks away, GIR had kidnapped Gaz and tied her to a chair.
"Wheeee! I'll bake the cake!" he shouted, and ran off.
"I will destroy that ROBOT. And this entire base. I will not rest until they go up in FLAMES!"
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"Freaky dreams dot com," he muttered while he typed. Dib had somehow taught himself to type without looking at the keyboard over many years of computer over usage. Not that the school had a typing class anyway, so most people around here were self-taught.
The page came up, and Dib typed in the dream. "You're very concerned for the safety of this person," it read, "Perhaps you like them more than even you think you do. A crush, perhaps?"
"The heck? I don't have a crush on Libby!"
At least that's what you TELL yourself, came that nagging voice in the backs of people's minds.
"Shut up," Dib snapped, pulled on his trench coat, and walked downstairs.
******************************************************** "Lookit, purple hair! I brought my bestest friend!"
GIR was holding a rather muddy pig up over his head. He threw the pig on the couch, and turned on the TV.
"SCARY MONKEY! I love this show.."
"LET ME GO," ordered Gaz.
But GIR couldn't hear her.
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"Gaz, I'm leaving. Not that you really care."
There was no response.
"Gaz?"
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A few blocks away, Gaz was walking home, Zim's base aflame behind her. The wind blew, fanning the flames, and the neighboring house caught fire.
A girl's scream was heard.
DISCLAIMER: All characters except Libby belong to Jhonen Vasquez, Nickelodeon, and Viacom. There might be some other big corporations that they belong to, but oh well. Libby was dreamed up to suit a need for humiliating Dib. (Dib: "Hey, watch it! One of the reviewers gave me a mallet!") Freakydreams.com is a real dream analysis site.
"Stop it! Please, just let me go!"
"Never! You are a prisoner now, human stink-beast!"
"I haven't done anything to you! Why didn't you go after HIM?"
"The Dib-worm? Ha! He is not currently a threat. The base is completely secure, and you aren't leaving!"
"But why me? What have I done to make you do this?"
"You know too much."
Zim reaches over and flips a switch. A scream is heard, and the prisoner hangs limp in her restraints.
"One down, one to go."
Dib woke up screaming. It had been a week since Libby came over, and all week at school she had either ignored him or threatened to destroy him. But now, he had been having this strange, misty dream every night since.
***************************************************************** A couple blocks away, GIR had kidnapped Gaz and tied her to a chair.
"Wheeee! I'll bake the cake!" he shouted, and ran off.
"I will destroy that ROBOT. And this entire base. I will not rest until they go up in FLAMES!"
*******************************************************************
"Freaky dreams dot com," he muttered while he typed. Dib had somehow taught himself to type without looking at the keyboard over many years of computer over usage. Not that the school had a typing class anyway, so most people around here were self-taught.
The page came up, and Dib typed in the dream. "You're very concerned for the safety of this person," it read, "Perhaps you like them more than even you think you do. A crush, perhaps?"
"The heck? I don't have a crush on Libby!"
At least that's what you TELL yourself, came that nagging voice in the backs of people's minds.
"Shut up," Dib snapped, pulled on his trench coat, and walked downstairs.
******************************************************** "Lookit, purple hair! I brought my bestest friend!"
GIR was holding a rather muddy pig up over his head. He threw the pig on the couch, and turned on the TV.
"SCARY MONKEY! I love this show.."
"LET ME GO," ordered Gaz.
But GIR couldn't hear her.
**********************************************************
"Gaz, I'm leaving. Not that you really care."
There was no response.
"Gaz?"
****************************************
A few blocks away, Gaz was walking home, Zim's base aflame behind her. The wind blew, fanning the flames, and the neighboring house caught fire.
A girl's scream was heard.
