Hey all! Hmm....well, i'm still not sure where i'm going with this fic, but i guess thats ok. By the way, I've decided how the pairings are going to end....just not how....
Btw, I don't know the ages, i don't know if anyone does, so don't bug me if they're wrong. u can TELL me the correct ages and i'll fix it, but don't wine about somehting i cant help. Oh, and sry about the fic being so cramped together and all. My computer has a glitch and I can't install WORD. I've done this whole fic on a TEXT document! I don't even have WORD PAD!!! So...sry
Chapter 4
Gaz ran out of her house. If somebody was watching from across the street, they'd swear she left a smoke trail. Gaz busted into their garrage and brought out Dib's bike. Their dad had bought it three years back in an attempt to pull Dib away from his weirdness. It was much too small for Dib now, and a bit cramped for her too, but it would do. She pulled out of the driveway just as a Dib came out, his legs crossed, moaning in pain, yelling somthing about how she'd ruin everything.
She gave him the finger without even looking back.
As Gaz pedaled faster, she reminised, and remember what happened so long ago...
*Gaz's thoughts*
I was six. Dib just turned eight. Even then his weirdness ruined everything. During photo shoots, he'd run off yelling how the flash of a camera sends government waves to pacify the American public. Or whenever we went to a a fast food joint, he'd think the pimple faced cashiers were some kind of hybrid between human and grease. Mom used to tell me stories of how when she was pregnant with me, Dib thought aliens had implanted probes within her stomach. Dib's fears were reaffirmed when he put his head against Mom's stomach and I kicked him. Even then he was such a dork.
That day. The day he ruined everything. I can't help but laugh at myself. Back then I liked ponies and horsies, pink butterflys and little dollhouses. After the accident, I found out how much fun a barbie doll with some WD-40 and a lighter could be. I wish I still liked dolls and ponies. It would be so much easier. Life would be so much easier.
Sometimes...I just want to creep up on him while he's sleeping and take a meat cleaver to his insides. He's ok at times. I mean, he's my brother. I've grown to tollerate him as the stupid moron he is. But still...I know it wasn't his fault...I know he was hurt just as much as I was, if not more...because deep down, I know he knows what he did. But still, I just want to go up to him and smack him as hard as I can, and beat it into his thick skull...to stop lying to himelf and take in the truth for once. To take damn responisbility for what he did, and to stop venting himself through Zim. But it's not his fault.
I remember that day. I was drawing a picture. My pictures back then were all nice and bright, not dark and disgusting like they are now. Back then, dad was still a nobody. A rising scientist who had big hopes and bright horizons. Him and I were out, buying ice cream. Ice cream!! Ice cream for the baby inside mom's stomach. We were so happy. And I think, if only Dib was never born, we could have been a perfect, normal family. We could have been happy. But no...Dib's apart of me now...a part of us, despite how much I hate him and his stupid big head.
Despite dad's strict orders, Dib was messing around in the lab. He was trying to figure a way into another dimension. I can't remember exactly what he was thinking, but it was something to the extent of...if he blows something up in a certain way, he could blow a chunk out if this reality itself and into another one. See why I keep saying he's STUPID?!?
Well, he planted the thing in our back yard. It was something like a hybrid between tnt and atomic combustion. He hid behind some garbage cans down the block and covered his ears. Mom came out onto the patio to get some fresh air. He flipped the switch. Boom. Everything in a hundred foot radius was decimated. Mom was gone.
In essence, Dib's stupidity killed Mom. To this day he claims all it was was a few fire crackers he found in the garrage and pop rocks in a weird looking can he found in Dad's lab. They later found out that it was dad's mini propetual generator he was developing. He never told Dib, and I only found out by accidently by overhearing the conversation with the examiners while crying in the closet. And I think Dib eventualy found out too. Only he most likely doesn't believe it. Still lying to himself that aliens must have done something or ghosts, or whatever the hell he's thinking.
And now, that idiot is about to blow up someone else I care about. Someone else that matters in my life.
Wait...
What am I saying.
Zim??
What the hell.
What do I care about that idiot.
I don't.
He's just another face in my life, laughing at me.
But he's one of the only people I have.
I can't let Dib kill someone.
I CAN'T!
But Zim...what is this? What do I care about Zim?
He's stupid too. Not stupid like my brother, but stupid just as well. Maybe what I like about him is how he torrments my brother and how he gets him bad. But no. Theres something else. Theres that one time he talked to me personaly. He came to me asking how I could stand Dib and how I had so much power over him. Heheh, I kicked him and said, "Thats how, stupid. Now go away, your voice is making me sick." He came back, this time asking about me. Why I only hang out with Dib. Why I was so different. I told him it was none of his business...that my ugliness was a part of me and to go away. Then...
"Huh? Ugliness? You? Wha? What are you talking about?"
"Shuttup Zim, before I'm forced to destroy you."
"Wait, you actualy think you're ugly compared to the other human larva here?"
"I said SHUTTUP Zim. Yes, I'm ugly, now leave me alone."
"HAHAHA! Foolish earth child. Look around you at the filth and...disGUSTING other humans. Their vile stink breath is so...VILE, it makes me want to hurl. How could you yourself think you're below these pitiful worm babies."
"........what are you saying? You WANT me to destroy you?!? What are you trying to say, that compared to the other kids...I'm beautiful or something?"
"Hmmm...well....mmmmm......."
"GrrRRrr...."
"Well, for a human, of course."
"...thanks Zim. Now go away before I doom you."
"Whatever. But what was it you said before? How exactly do you maintain control over Di...OW, OW!! Alright, stop kicking me dirt child, I'll go.
Yeah. Maybe thats when it happened. Maybe thats when it started. I can't admit it. I can't even say it to myself in my head. But I know it. And I hate it. Damn this. Stupid emotion.
And why am I thinking to myself as if I'm talking to someone? Maybe I AM going crazy....
Gaz pedaled faster as she thought about her life, and what it would be like if she didn't get there in time.
Chapter four....DONE!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! Now please...PLEASE review, and I'll start working on the next chapter soon. WEEEEEEEEE!!!
Btw, I don't know the ages, i don't know if anyone does, so don't bug me if they're wrong. u can TELL me the correct ages and i'll fix it, but don't wine about somehting i cant help. Oh, and sry about the fic being so cramped together and all. My computer has a glitch and I can't install WORD. I've done this whole fic on a TEXT document! I don't even have WORD PAD!!! So...sry
Chapter 4
Gaz ran out of her house. If somebody was watching from across the street, they'd swear she left a smoke trail. Gaz busted into their garrage and brought out Dib's bike. Their dad had bought it three years back in an attempt to pull Dib away from his weirdness. It was much too small for Dib now, and a bit cramped for her too, but it would do. She pulled out of the driveway just as a Dib came out, his legs crossed, moaning in pain, yelling somthing about how she'd ruin everything.
She gave him the finger without even looking back.
As Gaz pedaled faster, she reminised, and remember what happened so long ago...
*Gaz's thoughts*
I was six. Dib just turned eight. Even then his weirdness ruined everything. During photo shoots, he'd run off yelling how the flash of a camera sends government waves to pacify the American public. Or whenever we went to a a fast food joint, he'd think the pimple faced cashiers were some kind of hybrid between human and grease. Mom used to tell me stories of how when she was pregnant with me, Dib thought aliens had implanted probes within her stomach. Dib's fears were reaffirmed when he put his head against Mom's stomach and I kicked him. Even then he was such a dork.
That day. The day he ruined everything. I can't help but laugh at myself. Back then I liked ponies and horsies, pink butterflys and little dollhouses. After the accident, I found out how much fun a barbie doll with some WD-40 and a lighter could be. I wish I still liked dolls and ponies. It would be so much easier. Life would be so much easier.
Sometimes...I just want to creep up on him while he's sleeping and take a meat cleaver to his insides. He's ok at times. I mean, he's my brother. I've grown to tollerate him as the stupid moron he is. But still...I know it wasn't his fault...I know he was hurt just as much as I was, if not more...because deep down, I know he knows what he did. But still, I just want to go up to him and smack him as hard as I can, and beat it into his thick skull...to stop lying to himelf and take in the truth for once. To take damn responisbility for what he did, and to stop venting himself through Zim. But it's not his fault.
I remember that day. I was drawing a picture. My pictures back then were all nice and bright, not dark and disgusting like they are now. Back then, dad was still a nobody. A rising scientist who had big hopes and bright horizons. Him and I were out, buying ice cream. Ice cream!! Ice cream for the baby inside mom's stomach. We were so happy. And I think, if only Dib was never born, we could have been a perfect, normal family. We could have been happy. But no...Dib's apart of me now...a part of us, despite how much I hate him and his stupid big head.
Despite dad's strict orders, Dib was messing around in the lab. He was trying to figure a way into another dimension. I can't remember exactly what he was thinking, but it was something to the extent of...if he blows something up in a certain way, he could blow a chunk out if this reality itself and into another one. See why I keep saying he's STUPID?!?
Well, he planted the thing in our back yard. It was something like a hybrid between tnt and atomic combustion. He hid behind some garbage cans down the block and covered his ears. Mom came out onto the patio to get some fresh air. He flipped the switch. Boom. Everything in a hundred foot radius was decimated. Mom was gone.
In essence, Dib's stupidity killed Mom. To this day he claims all it was was a few fire crackers he found in the garrage and pop rocks in a weird looking can he found in Dad's lab. They later found out that it was dad's mini propetual generator he was developing. He never told Dib, and I only found out by accidently by overhearing the conversation with the examiners while crying in the closet. And I think Dib eventualy found out too. Only he most likely doesn't believe it. Still lying to himself that aliens must have done something or ghosts, or whatever the hell he's thinking.
And now, that idiot is about to blow up someone else I care about. Someone else that matters in my life.
Wait...
What am I saying.
Zim??
What the hell.
What do I care about that idiot.
I don't.
He's just another face in my life, laughing at me.
But he's one of the only people I have.
I can't let Dib kill someone.
I CAN'T!
But Zim...what is this? What do I care about Zim?
He's stupid too. Not stupid like my brother, but stupid just as well. Maybe what I like about him is how he torrments my brother and how he gets him bad. But no. Theres something else. Theres that one time he talked to me personaly. He came to me asking how I could stand Dib and how I had so much power over him. Heheh, I kicked him and said, "Thats how, stupid. Now go away, your voice is making me sick." He came back, this time asking about me. Why I only hang out with Dib. Why I was so different. I told him it was none of his business...that my ugliness was a part of me and to go away. Then...
"Huh? Ugliness? You? Wha? What are you talking about?"
"Shuttup Zim, before I'm forced to destroy you."
"Wait, you actualy think you're ugly compared to the other human larva here?"
"I said SHUTTUP Zim. Yes, I'm ugly, now leave me alone."
"HAHAHA! Foolish earth child. Look around you at the filth and...disGUSTING other humans. Their vile stink breath is so...VILE, it makes me want to hurl. How could you yourself think you're below these pitiful worm babies."
"........what are you saying? You WANT me to destroy you?!? What are you trying to say, that compared to the other kids...I'm beautiful or something?"
"Hmmm...well....mmmmm......."
"GrrRRrr...."
"Well, for a human, of course."
"...thanks Zim. Now go away before I doom you."
"Whatever. But what was it you said before? How exactly do you maintain control over Di...OW, OW!! Alright, stop kicking me dirt child, I'll go.
Yeah. Maybe thats when it happened. Maybe thats when it started. I can't admit it. I can't even say it to myself in my head. But I know it. And I hate it. Damn this. Stupid emotion.
And why am I thinking to myself as if I'm talking to someone? Maybe I AM going crazy....
Gaz pedaled faster as she thought about her life, and what it would be like if she didn't get there in time.
Chapter four....DONE!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! Now please...PLEASE review, and I'll start working on the next chapter soon. WEEEEEEEEE!!!
