Hi all. It is I, with another chapter. Yay, or something. Yeah . . . SO! Here's chapter 4!

And, in response to my reviews, someone (forgot who) said she thought I was basically giving up on the story and turning it into a B movie. Well, no, I'm not. It was reeeaaally hard for me to write that chapter, 'cause one of the few things I can't write really well (the others being romance and action scenes) is suspense. But, the spork/knife incident was just a turning point in the fic. It's where Dib BEGINS to become Nny. He won't actually be our favorite homicidal maniac for a few chapters more. He's just developing right now. He's a killer, but he's still got a family, a house that ISN'T house 777, he doesn't love Brainfreezies, he hasn't got a vampire moose in his basement, or whatever that thing is, and he isn't crazily philosophical. So we have quite a ways to go before Dib is Johnny, even if that's what he calls himself. And, remember it's not over until you read the Epilogue!

Another note: I'll be adding a prologue, which is where Zim learns the truth. Once again, I stink at suspense, so it'll probably be not very good. I'm not gonna stick this at the beginning of the fic, because that'll mess up the whole order of things. Sorta. So! It's up to your vote! Do I a) post the prologue in the MIDDLE of this fic, b) post it at the END of this fic (not a good idea) or c) post it as a SEPARATE story? It's up to you!

And, the last chapter was not a repeat of the "wacky" incident; this is the first ever "wacky" incident. This explains why Nny hates the word "wacky" so much. That word made him what he is. And, for the people that haven't read JtHM before, just enjoy the story! It's a good fic (in my opinion) without the actual JtHM/IZ crossover. If you haven't read JtHM and you've just seen IZ, think of this as Dib falling down the well of insanity, and bringing everyone else down with him. Okay? And, I have a confession to make. Not here, at the bottom of the chapter. Read this chapter first.

And, finally, Johnny has killed an entire room full of people before. Yep. I forgot where, but he killed about ten people in a building, then set off a bomb and ran out. He then started dancing to "Ode to Joy" as the bomb detonated. And he's done other things. Besides, we're talking about Dib. The boy who got to Mercury in five minutes using an old monkey ship. C'mon, I KNOW you remember that episode. Right? Right? Riiiiiight?

And there's violence in this chapter too, but all that's mentioned is blood. A lot. No descriptions of a mutilated man or anything, 'kay? Good.

Disclaimer: I don't own a SINGLE bit of this fic except the Knife. Nope. Nuttin' else.

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Chapter 4: Gaz and Spooky

"Okay, son," Professor Membrane said, "I'll call you Johnny. But why do want to change your name?"

"Dib is the name of a ridiculous boy who obsesses in the paranormal. I am no longer that boy," Dib said, perhaps a little too melodramatically.

Professor Membrane perked up, and seemed to forget about the other kids for a moment. "Son, you mean to tell me that you're going into real scie--"

"No, Dad," Dib said, sighing at his father's persistence. "I'm not going into real science. I'm helping the world by making sure the people that cause pain don't."

"Oh?" Membrane said. "How?"

Dib glanced at the cafeteria full of bodies. "I haven't figured that out yet."

........................

Gaz looked up from her GameSlave as she heard the door opened. 'Please let that be Dad,' Gaz thought, 'or a salesman, or Iggins, or anyone but him . . .'

"Gaz!" a voice cried, and a pit formed in Gaz's stomach. "I'm back! Is Dad here?"

"No, Di-- uh, Johnny," Gaz called.

"Good," Dib said. "I can bring my coat in."

Gaz took a shuddering breath and closed her eyes. 'Please let me survive tonight,' she prayed. 'Please, don't let him kill me.' Gaz thought back to when this all began, several weeks ago.

.. ::Flashback:: ..

Several weeks ago, Gaz was playing her GameSlave, as she was now.

"Gaz, I'm going out tonight," Dib said. "I'll be back in a few hours. Don't tell Dad where I am, okay?"

"Whatever, Dib," Gaz grunted, never looking up from her game. "Dad won't even ask where you are. Unless today's the Annual Family Night Out, which was five weeks ago anyway. I doubt it's been a year yet, Dib."

"My name's not Dib," Dib said, annoyed. "It's Johnny."

"Fine."

About thirty minutes later, Professor Membrane came home. "Gaz, where is your brother?"

"I dunno," Gaz said, who was on Level 93 and didn't want to be bothered.

"Well, tonight's next year's Family Night Out, because I'll be busy next years discovering the cure for the common cold. Go find your brother!"

Gaz grunted angrily, but she didn't want to miss Family Night so she reluctantly saved and turned of her game. "I'll go find him."

...

"Dib!" Gaz called. "Dib? Where are you?"

She had been wandering around for about an hour, and was closer to the prison known as Skool that she would have liked to be. "Dib? Johnny?"

She heard a shriek between to buildings, in a narrow alleyway. "No! Stop! I'm sorry!"

"Yes, you ARE sorry, AREN'T YOU??" a voice screamed. "You're ALWAYS sorry when it's too late!"

Another shriek. Gaz followed the voices. Maybe she'd get to see a mugging. Or something.

Looking down the alleyway, she saw her brother. That was the first thing she noticed. Her brother, then she noticed the other man, screaming. Then she noticed how Dib's hair was down except for the single spike (think Nny's hair with a Dib-scythe). Then she noticed the knife.

Then the blood. All the blood. Blood on the man, blood on Dib's trench coat, blood on the ground, blood on the knife. The knife was going in and out. In and out. In and out. Gaz started getting woozy. In and out.

Her vision swam. She groaned and fell over. In and out. She thought she heard her name. She closed her eyes and wretched. In and out. In and out.

Gaz fainted.

..................

Gaz shuddered at the memory. She had learned that Dib killed one person who had hurt him in his life, every night. He would eventually run out of other people, and turn to his sister as the next victim. Gaz didn't doubt that. Dib walked in, grinning from ear to ear. "I got Mrs. Bitters today!" He said enthusiastically. "Can you believe it? Mrs. Bitters herself! I actually made a difference in the lives of all the people that would have been in her class otherwise!"

'Assuming you leave any of her students alive,' Gaz thought. 'How can you be so happy about killing people?'

"So, tomorrow, I'm going after, well, I dunno," Dib said. "The Mayor? What do you think, Gaz?"

"I just think this whole town is wacky," Gaz said quietly, and paled when Dib started glaring at her.

"What did you say?" Dib asked, growling. Gaz whimpered. "JEEZ, can't ANYONE see what an AWFUL WORD that is? Well?? The OTHERS at Skool called me wacky. They WOULDN'T STOP! They used that word, that SIMPLE WORD, as a weapon against me. They hurt ME when I never did anything to THEM. I'm glad they're gone now."

Dib turned to Gaz, who braced herself. "Ah, but I don't want to hurt you," he said calmly. "You're my sister. I would never dream of hurting you. Hey, in fact . . ." Dib reached into his right pocket. "I've got . . . a . . . where is it?" Dib pulled a plastic bag out of his pocket. "Oh, here it is." Dib handed the bag to Gaz. "I bought this for you and left it in its bag, so I wouldn't get blood on it. I guess it's okay anyway."

Gaz eyed Dib, then opened the bag. Inside was a skeleton doll. She looked at it and smiled.

"I got it because I feel really bad about Bitey," Dib said. "It squeaks when you squeeze it."

Gaz gave her doll a test squeak. "Thanks, Johnny. I'll name it Spooky." Dib grinned. "Okay then. So, bye, I'm off to get the mayor!" Dib left.

The air of peace in the room left. Gaz suddenly remembered that her brother was a serial killer. Gaz swore, when she saw the look on Dib's face when she had said "wacky," well, she knew in her heart that Dib could kill her. She had to leave. That night.

......

Gaz climbed out her bedroom window, Spooky and her GameSlave clutched in one hand, her suitcase filled with clothes and money in the other. She hoped Dib didn't hear her as she slid down the drainpipe. She hoped Dib didn't see her as she ran across the street. She hoped Dib didn't find her as she hid downtown in an alleyway. She'd have to find somewhere to live. At least for a short time.

...

The next morning, Gaz got up and wandered around downtown, looking for a place to eat. She stopped in front of a TV store, where they were showing some Halloween show with skeletons. Which was weird, seeing as it was several months until Halloween.

Gaz held Spooky up to the window. "See them?" she asked. "Do you know any of them?" She gave Spooky a squeak. "No? Ah well. You probably don't know every skeleton you meet." As she watched the dancing skeletons, the screen blacked out. "Huh?" Gaz said, before the screen was filled with her face. She paled.

Along the top of the screen it said Amber Alert. Below, it said, "Gaz Membrane, Age: 11, Eyecolor: Unknown, eyes often squinted." Gaz opened her eyes, to contradict what the screen said. "Hair color: Purple, Likes: Video games." Gaz tossed her GS2 into a nearby trash can. "Attitude: Gothic, dark, unsociable. If you find this girl, call 1-555-CAL-HERE."

Purple hair? Unsociable? Gaz would have to change that.

She bought black hair dye, and dyed her hair in a water fountain. Then she continue her search for somewhere to stay, smiling sociably at anyone who looked at her. It made her sick. When she wasn't smiling sickeningly, she talked to Spooky.

She was in a park now. "So, do you think we'll find anyone today?" *Squeak* "C'mon, be more optimistic!" *Squeak* "That's better. Uh oh, cops. They probably suspect us." *Squeak* "I think we can fake it too. Wish us luck." *Squeak*

"Hey, you!" the fatter of the two cops said. "Are you that Gaz kid?"

"Me?" Gaz asked nervously. "No way! My name's . . . uh, Tenna! Yeah!"

"Oh yeah?" the second asked. "Then where's Gaz?"

"Uh . . ." Gaz looked around, and spotted a girl with purple pigtails near a fountain. She looked kinda Gothic. "There! That might be her!" The cops turned around. "Hey you! Are you that Gaz kid everyone's looking for?"

They ran over, and Gaz followed.

"No, I'm Devi," the girl said, looking up from a drawing that was very . . . obscene. "Who's Gaz?"

The cops looked at each other. "Nevermind." The fat one said, before the second one grabbed his arm and pointed the other way at some girl with a GameSlave. The two grinned at each other and started running towards here. "Hey, you! Are you that Gaz kid?"

Gaz sat down by the fountain. "That was close," she whispered.

"You say something?" Devi asked.

"Oh, no! No! That was Spooky," Gaz said quickly, squeaking her doll. "My name's Tenna."

"Hmmmm," Devi mumbled, not looking up from her picture.

"Hey!" Gaz said, getting an idea. "Can I, um, stay with you? My parents are kinda on a vacation."

"Sure," Devi said, looking up. "How long do you need to stay?"

"Like, oh," Gaz thought. "Forever?"

Devi sighed. "Those darned parents that abandon their kids. I'll go talk to my parents about it, okay Tenna?"

Gaz grinned broadly. "Okay, thanks!" She squeaked her doll. "Spooky says thanks, too."

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So, that was chapter 4, Tenna's origins. That's an important part of the story. Yeah, I'm setting up I Feel Sick, along with JtHM. And this does tie in to Dib/Nny's story. Gaz's actions don't exactly sit well on Dib. Expect Nailbunny in the next chapter.

And, the confession I promised: I have never actually read JtHM in my life. I'm only 13 years old, my mom would kill me! I've been on hundreds of sites and I've read bios and summaries galore. So I think I know JtHM and I Feel Sick pretty well, but I'm just not sure! So don't shoot me if I don't get their personalities right. I try haaaard . . . And I know a whole dang lot about the characters, so I think I'll do okay. And I'm assuming that the monster that killed Nny is a moose monster, because that's what I've heard. If it isn't, lemme know, okay? Thanks!

And now, buh-bye! And I'll tell you when this is over. In the words of CryingChild, "Skiya!"

Disclaimer 2: Johnen owns Invader Zim Johnny the Homocidal Maniac, and I Feel Sick, I own the Knife, and CryingChild own Skiya!