Rejection
Chapter Nine
DISCLAIMER: All chars except Selphy, Missy, Libby, etc. belong to Nickelodeon. M'yep. That they do.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Previous chappy said it was seven years ago. It was actually nine.
Almost three hours later, Dib had boarded a plane to his home town, for what good it would do. He seriously doubted that Libby would be there, yet something made him feel compelled to go. Looking out the window and sighing, he remembered the day in Zim's house, the last time he'd seen Libby. She'd moved out literally right after Dib had taken in the alien's body, and he still didn't know where or why she'd left.
A scream came from a little ways off. It seemed that GIR had located a stewardess. That would keep the little robot busy for awhile, giving Dib some time to think. His mind went back to that day, nine years ago.
*He knocked on the door.
"Libby! Libby?"
No one answered. Dib tried the door, which was open. Although feeling like a trespasser, he walked in. Most of the furniture had been left in place; only the computers and other electronic appliances had gone. Upon making his way to what had been Libby's room, Dib found it empty aside from a small table in the corner, scattered with papers across the tabletop and on the floor around it. Looking, the papers turned out to be typed and written documents, all of a paranormal nature. Dib picked up one of the sheets and began to read.
"I find it feasible to reason that telepathic messages could somehow be sent via electrical signals, much like reflex responses."
He remembered that theory. Libby had discussed it with him only a few nights before. Putting down the sheet, he noticed a few drops of dried blood on another. Grabbing it and looking it over, Dib found it to be a hastily written note.
"Dib, if you're reading this, I'm way gone. They came, said I knew-"
There, it ended abruptly.*
"Master?" came a high-pitched voice, shaking Dib from his memories. "Master!"
"Yeah, what?"
"HI!"
The little robot proceeded to climb on top of Dib's head, wielding a small packet of airline peanuts, which he proceeded to strategically make a terrible mess with. By the time the plane had landed, they had literally become mashed into peanut butter, smeared all over the place. Mumbling an apology to the stewardess, he picked GIR up and got off the plane. The airport was decently close to the UFO museum that Zim's house now was, and a half hour's walk brought him to stand outside of it. It was still open, and perfectly intact, right down to the lawn gnomes and plastic lawn blowfish. But the museum wasn't what he was after. Continuing down the sidewalk, Dib looked at Libby's old house. It appeared to be damaged from fire, but he walked right in anyway. A lot of the furniture had been burned somewhat, and dust had gathered, lying thinner in spots what appeared to once be someone's footprints.
"Probably Libby's" Dib thought. He continued up the stairs and into the bedroom. The windows were still open as they had been, but to Dib's great dismay the table had been knocked over. Many of the papers were gone, leaving only a small pile. These he thumbed through, and they turned out to be the telepathy thesis, a theory on poltergeist phenomena, and several sketches of UFO's and aliens Libby had apparently seen. Among them were drawings of Zim and Selphy, along with their respective SIRs.
"Master, look! It's meeee!" GIR shouted when he saw it. Dib silenced him as he noticed something else behind the upturned table. He picked up a small wooden box, amber in color, and opened it. In it was a plastic bag with strange metal bits marked "UNKNOWN", a piece of wood with strange glyphs in raised lettering on it, odd rubber and foil-like substances. But under all that was an old photo, taken when Libby was twelve. She and a younger Dib stood in the middle of a crop circle, smiling for the camera. He had his arm around her, and she leaned against him somewhat.
Dib shut the box just as a tear feel, landing on the lid. He stood, finding GIR, who had been making pictures in the dust, and left the room, carrying the papers and the box. GIR stayed quiet, something else amusing him, and Dib was thankful for this. It was rather dark as he exited the house, and he felt somewhat scared. He hesitated, then opened the door and walked out. As he went past the UFO museum, he felt a definite presence behind him; one that was oddly familiar. Turning around slowly, Dib came face-to-face with someone he was certain he'd never see again.
"Oh, my god." he whispered, dropping everything he carried.
A horribly twisted, mutated figure let out a weak, wheezing laugh.
Chapter Nine
DISCLAIMER: All chars except Selphy, Missy, Libby, etc. belong to Nickelodeon. M'yep. That they do.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Previous chappy said it was seven years ago. It was actually nine.
Almost three hours later, Dib had boarded a plane to his home town, for what good it would do. He seriously doubted that Libby would be there, yet something made him feel compelled to go. Looking out the window and sighing, he remembered the day in Zim's house, the last time he'd seen Libby. She'd moved out literally right after Dib had taken in the alien's body, and he still didn't know where or why she'd left.
A scream came from a little ways off. It seemed that GIR had located a stewardess. That would keep the little robot busy for awhile, giving Dib some time to think. His mind went back to that day, nine years ago.
*He knocked on the door.
"Libby! Libby?"
No one answered. Dib tried the door, which was open. Although feeling like a trespasser, he walked in. Most of the furniture had been left in place; only the computers and other electronic appliances had gone. Upon making his way to what had been Libby's room, Dib found it empty aside from a small table in the corner, scattered with papers across the tabletop and on the floor around it. Looking, the papers turned out to be typed and written documents, all of a paranormal nature. Dib picked up one of the sheets and began to read.
"I find it feasible to reason that telepathic messages could somehow be sent via electrical signals, much like reflex responses."
He remembered that theory. Libby had discussed it with him only a few nights before. Putting down the sheet, he noticed a few drops of dried blood on another. Grabbing it and looking it over, Dib found it to be a hastily written note.
"Dib, if you're reading this, I'm way gone. They came, said I knew-"
There, it ended abruptly.*
"Master?" came a high-pitched voice, shaking Dib from his memories. "Master!"
"Yeah, what?"
"HI!"
The little robot proceeded to climb on top of Dib's head, wielding a small packet of airline peanuts, which he proceeded to strategically make a terrible mess with. By the time the plane had landed, they had literally become mashed into peanut butter, smeared all over the place. Mumbling an apology to the stewardess, he picked GIR up and got off the plane. The airport was decently close to the UFO museum that Zim's house now was, and a half hour's walk brought him to stand outside of it. It was still open, and perfectly intact, right down to the lawn gnomes and plastic lawn blowfish. But the museum wasn't what he was after. Continuing down the sidewalk, Dib looked at Libby's old house. It appeared to be damaged from fire, but he walked right in anyway. A lot of the furniture had been burned somewhat, and dust had gathered, lying thinner in spots what appeared to once be someone's footprints.
"Probably Libby's" Dib thought. He continued up the stairs and into the bedroom. The windows were still open as they had been, but to Dib's great dismay the table had been knocked over. Many of the papers were gone, leaving only a small pile. These he thumbed through, and they turned out to be the telepathy thesis, a theory on poltergeist phenomena, and several sketches of UFO's and aliens Libby had apparently seen. Among them were drawings of Zim and Selphy, along with their respective SIRs.
"Master, look! It's meeee!" GIR shouted when he saw it. Dib silenced him as he noticed something else behind the upturned table. He picked up a small wooden box, amber in color, and opened it. In it was a plastic bag with strange metal bits marked "UNKNOWN", a piece of wood with strange glyphs in raised lettering on it, odd rubber and foil-like substances. But under all that was an old photo, taken when Libby was twelve. She and a younger Dib stood in the middle of a crop circle, smiling for the camera. He had his arm around her, and she leaned against him somewhat.
Dib shut the box just as a tear feel, landing on the lid. He stood, finding GIR, who had been making pictures in the dust, and left the room, carrying the papers and the box. GIR stayed quiet, something else amusing him, and Dib was thankful for this. It was rather dark as he exited the house, and he felt somewhat scared. He hesitated, then opened the door and walked out. As he went past the UFO museum, he felt a definite presence behind him; one that was oddly familiar. Turning around slowly, Dib came face-to-face with someone he was certain he'd never see again.
"Oh, my god." he whispered, dropping everything he carried.
A horribly twisted, mutated figure let out a weak, wheezing laugh.
