(A/N: It's getting to be Christmas time and I figured I needed to write a fic for the Holidays. To understand this story, you'll need to have read some of my other fic, 'The House of Madness', or else you'll be thinking 'What the hell?' every five seconds. 'The House of Madness' and 'It's a Spectacular Life' are co-written with Velveeta.)
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Why was it getting to him so much? Kids said stuff like that to him all the time but for some reason that one thing...that one thing was just tearing at him. He couldn't remember who had said it, all he could remember was what was said.
At skool, Dib had given a speech to the class on Edgar Alan Poe and how everyone said he was wierd and crazy just because he was different; about how Poe's life was hard and filled with tragedy and yet he refused to succumb to the way everyone else was, and about how you couldn't help but admire someone like that.
Someone asked him if Poe was dead, though he didn't know who it was, so Dib said 'yes' and went on to describe how Edgar only got really famous after he'd died. Then someone in the back yelled out, "I guess you've got two things in common with him then, you're crazy and you're better off dead!"
The child paranormalist couldn't remember much after that, only that he'd been told to sit back down, while the class laughed at him, and that he couldn't stop thinking about what that person had said. Better off dead? Is that true?
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Dib's Point of View
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What if I am better off dead? Maybe the world would be better without me. Come to think of it, I haven't done much to make the world any better of a place...
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I'm leaving.
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No one noticed as the boy left the house. He had nothing with him, nothing at all, only the clothes he wore. He wasn't planning on finding a better life, he was planning on just not having onel.
Dib came to a stop at the city bridge. It was over a large river that looked out onto the ocean, from the center of the walkway you could see out onto the horizon with no city in the way and if you concentrated, you could only see the water and the sky. He started walking again and stopped in the middle of the bridge, then leaned on the railing and looked out over the scene.
Suicide comes to mind for everyone these days, even for those who are perfectly happy the way they are, though, there are those of us who think of it in depth. There are those of us who think of it constantly, and there are those of us who can't stand the very mention of it. Ever since what had happened earlier in skool, suicide had been finding its way into his thoughts every other moment.
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Dib's Point of View
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It's wierd, really. I've never had thoughts like this before. Suicide...I've always thought of it as something foreign, something I'd never get related with. But now it's different. I've come to realize that my life isn't really all that...well...important.
It's beautiful out here. It's night-time, and from the bridge I can see the stars and the moon perfectly. I can't tell where the sky ends and the ocean begins, the moonlight is reflecting off the waves so that it looks like the stars are on the ground. This is probably the best place to spend the last moments of my life.
Wait...who is that?
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Someone was walking towards him from the side of the bridge opposite from where he'd walked. It was a man, really thin, with purple-reddish hair that was spiked up over his head. He wore a black trenchcoat over a black t-shirt, black pants, black shoes, and silver, ovaled glasses. (In case you haven't noticed, kiddies, it's Jhonen! He's wearing all black because he's supposed to be a gaurdian angel type thing and I didn't think he'd look 'normal' in all white.)
The man kept walking until he was standing right beside Dib, who hadn't moved and was pretending not to notice him. He grinned and put a hand on Dib's shoulder. "You know, suicide is a rather idiotic thing to do at your age. Actually, most kids your age don't even know the meaning of the word."
Dib's eyes widened and he turned around. "Who are you?", He asked, a bit disturbed seeing as though this guy obviously knew what he was thinking.
"I'm your 'gaurdian angel'...thingy." The man replied, looking rather bored about having to explain.
"You don't look like an angel."
"I also don't look like a genius, but I am."
"..."
"Okay, well, you're probably wondering why I'm here-"
"Actually I was wondering where you got your coat."
"Well, I forget, so I'm going to go ahead and tell you." He said, adjusting his glasses and looking a bit annoyed now, "You can just call me G, for gaurdian. Now, I'm here to stop you from killing yourself."
"Is this some kind of joke? No, no...I'm hallucinating. No, wait! I know! Zim's got another one of those hologram rooms going on me, I get it. Very funny." Dib crossed his arms and turned around as if expecting to see someone.
G shook his head and turned Dib back around to face him. "This isn't a hologram, Dib. This is your life."
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(A/N: I've written all of this so far, Velveeta has to write the parts of: Aeric, Sabre, Lasaro, Saroya, and Vet. Review or I'm gonna cry.)
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Why was it getting to him so much? Kids said stuff like that to him all the time but for some reason that one thing...that one thing was just tearing at him. He couldn't remember who had said it, all he could remember was what was said.
At skool, Dib had given a speech to the class on Edgar Alan Poe and how everyone said he was wierd and crazy just because he was different; about how Poe's life was hard and filled with tragedy and yet he refused to succumb to the way everyone else was, and about how you couldn't help but admire someone like that.
Someone asked him if Poe was dead, though he didn't know who it was, so Dib said 'yes' and went on to describe how Edgar only got really famous after he'd died. Then someone in the back yelled out, "I guess you've got two things in common with him then, you're crazy and you're better off dead!"
The child paranormalist couldn't remember much after that, only that he'd been told to sit back down, while the class laughed at him, and that he couldn't stop thinking about what that person had said. Better off dead? Is that true?
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Dib's Point of View
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What if I am better off dead? Maybe the world would be better without me. Come to think of it, I haven't done much to make the world any better of a place...
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I'm leaving.
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Narrative
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No one noticed as the boy left the house. He had nothing with him, nothing at all, only the clothes he wore. He wasn't planning on finding a better life, he was planning on just not having onel.
Dib came to a stop at the city bridge. It was over a large river that looked out onto the ocean, from the center of the walkway you could see out onto the horizon with no city in the way and if you concentrated, you could only see the water and the sky. He started walking again and stopped in the middle of the bridge, then leaned on the railing and looked out over the scene.
Suicide comes to mind for everyone these days, even for those who are perfectly happy the way they are, though, there are those of us who think of it in depth. There are those of us who think of it constantly, and there are those of us who can't stand the very mention of it. Ever since what had happened earlier in skool, suicide had been finding its way into his thoughts every other moment.
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Dib's Point of View
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It's wierd, really. I've never had thoughts like this before. Suicide...I've always thought of it as something foreign, something I'd never get related with. But now it's different. I've come to realize that my life isn't really all that...well...important.
It's beautiful out here. It's night-time, and from the bridge I can see the stars and the moon perfectly. I can't tell where the sky ends and the ocean begins, the moonlight is reflecting off the waves so that it looks like the stars are on the ground. This is probably the best place to spend the last moments of my life.
Wait...who is that?
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Narrative
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Someone was walking towards him from the side of the bridge opposite from where he'd walked. It was a man, really thin, with purple-reddish hair that was spiked up over his head. He wore a black trenchcoat over a black t-shirt, black pants, black shoes, and silver, ovaled glasses. (In case you haven't noticed, kiddies, it's Jhonen! He's wearing all black because he's supposed to be a gaurdian angel type thing and I didn't think he'd look 'normal' in all white.)
The man kept walking until he was standing right beside Dib, who hadn't moved and was pretending not to notice him. He grinned and put a hand on Dib's shoulder. "You know, suicide is a rather idiotic thing to do at your age. Actually, most kids your age don't even know the meaning of the word."
Dib's eyes widened and he turned around. "Who are you?", He asked, a bit disturbed seeing as though this guy obviously knew what he was thinking.
"I'm your 'gaurdian angel'...thingy." The man replied, looking rather bored about having to explain.
"You don't look like an angel."
"I also don't look like a genius, but I am."
"..."
"Okay, well, you're probably wondering why I'm here-"
"Actually I was wondering where you got your coat."
"Well, I forget, so I'm going to go ahead and tell you." He said, adjusting his glasses and looking a bit annoyed now, "You can just call me G, for gaurdian. Now, I'm here to stop you from killing yourself."
"Is this some kind of joke? No, no...I'm hallucinating. No, wait! I know! Zim's got another one of those hologram rooms going on me, I get it. Very funny." Dib crossed his arms and turned around as if expecting to see someone.
G shook his head and turned Dib back around to face him. "This isn't a hologram, Dib. This is your life."
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(A/N: I've written all of this so far, Velveeta has to write the parts of: Aeric, Sabre, Lasaro, Saroya, and Vet. Review or I'm gonna cry.)
