Woot! Another chapter. Once again, sorry about any confusion, but It's kinda necessary. And sorry about the delay. FAR to busy to work on anything :(
Shout outs!
Cowboyinuyasha. ^_^ hello! Thank you my first reviewer! TY! I know it was a bit confusing, but It'll make sense this chapter or next. Better disguise? ^_^ okie dokie! TTYL!
Celestial Star Mali. HI! Long time no Type-your-name! Actually, I'm a big fan of making Zim humanish ^_^() easier to explain... Certain... "Parts"... Oh, and Zim IS schizo... Much like me! ^_^ Hope you like this story!
Kippixin. ^_^() Yeah. I'm really into the angsty suicide type stuff. Well, it really is up to you (my reviewers) what happens... That's why I put down the questions ^_^() I'm impartial. I like that quote. It's nice. And I liked that part of the chapter. ^_^() TY for getting on!
Apoctawazzit DOOM. Hiya there! O_O You're right! Dibby DOES have voices like Johnny! ... But the voices aren't telling him to kill other pple. They're just trying to get him to kill himself. But I think Mr. Fuck was getting Johnny to do that... Or was it Mr. F? ::Shrug:: ^_^ But good observation. I missed that. ^_^ Ah! Another Zim-human fan! You'd like Rough Road to Self Awareness... But I don't wanna give away stuff ^_^(). Thanks for the review!
Yuta. ::Salutes:: Yes Ma'am! ^_^ You hit the idea right on the mark! Stop reading my mind! Hehe ^_^ Hope this keeps you happy!
DibMagician. Hi, again! ^_^ Another slash you felt like reading? I'm honored! ^_^ Thanks for the complement! Enjoy!
Relcah Immortal. Hehe. How many names do you have? Lol ^_^ Good Dibby! Yes. Write ZADR! Increase the population! It's been dying off lately :( ^_^ Enjoy the story!
And
Nieni Woodland. ^_^ A new face. I really liked your review, cause it made me really giggle. "Zimmy-zim-zim" is the CUTEST sounding name in the world! ^_^ and Yaoi. I think yaoi should be a religion... I'd join it ^_^ hehe. ::Joins in the happy yaoi dance:: Hope you like the yaoi! ... Well... Shonen-ai ^_^()
Warning: Insanity, pain, suffering, and ZADR in later chapters ^_^
~~...~~ Voice 1 in head
~~~...~~~ Voice 2 in head
*...* thinking
"..." speaking (duh)
Thinking in Dib's POV
Disclaimer: :( I wanna own... But I don't...
Dib clawed viscously at his face, lashing out at anyone that came near him. The nurses tried their hardest to get his hands. A few nurses managed to hold down his legs, tying them to the railing of the bed, while a few more pull his nails away from his face, securing his arms to the railing, as well. Dib screams at them while pulling violently at the bonds. A nurse injected a sedative into his arm. Quickly, Dib's thrashing began to stop, and his eyes began to shut.
*Why aren't they helping? I can't do this alone. I need help.*
~~It's okay. Just relax.~~
~~~You're insane. Why would they help you?~~~
*Who are you?*
~~~I am your conscience.~~~
~~No. You are our doubt. You are sane, Dib. We are sane.~~
~~~No. You are insane and might-as-well kill yourself.~~~
~~You're sane. We're sane. You're just slightly confused. They love us. They love you. I love you.~~
~~~No one loves you. That's why you're here. You killed them.~~~
~~It wasn't you. Please, listen to me. Listen to us. We can survive this together.~~
~~~You might-as-well die now. No one will help you. No one cares for you.~~~
~~You still have your dreams, Dib.~~
*I have no more dreams. They're nightmares. You both see them.*
~~We can fix it. You and I can bring back the dreams. We can be whole again. We can stop the pain.~~
~~~You will never win. Surrender unto me. Give in. End it all.~~~
The nurses had left, leaving Dib to fall asleep on his own, every so often, pulling his arms and legs. A tiny trail of tears fell down his face, gently gliding around his mouth,
"I need help..." he whispered as he fell into the world of nightmares.
Zim stood right outside the door, watching. Dib mumbled to himself, quietly, not really making sense. He narrowed his eyes, stepping into the small room. Immediatly, his eyes scanned for any threats.
Zim had grown over the years. He now stood at 6 feet (4 inches taller than Dib). The "skin condition" excuse , believe it or not, had begun to waver, so, in response to the growing number of questions, he was forced to make drastic changes.
After he was asked, for the twentieth time that day, if his "skin condition" was ever going to clear up, Zim had charged out of the school. Dib had smiled victoriously after him.
Zim had grumbled to himself, setting to work immediatly. He worked long and hard, creating his "revised perfect disguise".
A few months later, a quite impressive disguise on his body (think Tak but with black hair, etc. ... And a guy ^_^()), Zim returned to school. The first thing he noticed was the lack of his rival. He pulled a random kid over, pushing him against the lockers, demanding where the "Stinky meat-child" was. The kid pushed back, adjusting his way-too-baggy clothes, and muttering something about a mental hospital in a really bad attempt at ghetto lingo. Zim glared, not quite understanding, as he stormed off to his first class, feeling, somehow, insulted.
He looked around the room, but no obsession-filled amber eyes glared in his direction. He stood on the threshold of the classroom, as he had, uncharacteristically, looked around. His wondering was then interrupted by a happy voice behind him.
"Oh! Zim! You're back!" Zim turned around, looking down at a shorter lady, "Actually, I need to talk to you." Zim knew this lady quite well, in fact. She was the latest counciler that was given the task of making Zim and Dib friends. All the other teachers, and staff for that matter, had discouraged her to take the position, but she had felt that everyone needed to be friends, and friends they would be. Zim hated it.
*Great. Back to watching this psychotic human trying to make the Dib-monkey and I "best friends".* Zim sighed to himself as the counciler led him off, *At least I know where that human went... And I can watch his jaw drop when he sees just how brilliant I truly am!*
Although Zim and Dib were sworn rivals, they'd both managed to agree on a few things. A main one had be how to deal with the long hours in councilers' offices. They had devised a little game where they would lead on that they were becoming friends, only to start something and "set their progress back". After awhile of this, the councilers would snap, and flee from the room, on the verge of tears, only to return later to dismiss them. One time, a counciler refused to go back into the same room as the two, and was forced to send a random teacher in to release the boys.
Another thing they managed to agree on, was the length of their rivalry. It was a mutual idea that their rivalry was to last until one of them gave up, but neither were going to give up until the rivalry ended. So, in short, the rivalry was to last until one of them died, the Earth was enslaved, or one could not fight anymore.
The lady led Zim through the halls. They stopped at her office where she had turned to him, smiling sadly before opening the door, and stepping in.
Zim followed in after her, looking for the creature of all his problems. But, when no snide comment was sent his way, the superior smile slipped off of his face, and a confused one took over. He turned to the counciler,
"Where's the Meat-headed child?" She looked at him sadly again, and shook her head,
"Denial..." she muttered, sitting at her desk. Zim looked at her, confused, before sitting behind her desk. Zim took a second, racking his brain, before speaking again,
"Why's he in Egypt?"** The councilor looked at him for a second, perplexed, before laughing softly. Zim just continued to look confused, until the laughing stopped.
"Zim." She spoke quietly, "Do you want to talk about it?"
"About...?" He urged for an answer.
"The accident. It was probably so hard for you to bear, especially when you two were becoming such good friends."
"What accident'?" She look at him in shock,
"Do you really not know what happened, Zim?" Zim had shaken his head, "Here!" She pulled a newspaper clipping out of her desk drawer, handing it to Zim. Zim took it, reading the headline,
Membrane and Daughter Killed; Insane Son Convicted' Zim stood up suddenly, putting the clipping on the counciler desk, and making his way to the door,
"Crazy House?"
"Yes."
Zim stood down, positive no one was there, ready to ambush him with disection tools. Slowly, his gaze returned to the raven haired boy in the bed. He walked over, and looked down at him. Dib looked so helpless and small lying there, at the mercy of the fabric ties that were protecting him from himself. Red scrapes covered Dib's pale face where his nails were recently. Slowly, Zim reached out and traced a small one, before whipping his hand back, as if he had touched something hot. He glared at his hand, before turning it on his rival.
"I guess I win. You forfeit your position." Zim turned swiftly to leave, but Dib's hand brushed against his skin. Zim went rigid, eyes wide in shock, before turning to face the shorter boy, again. Dib's mouth moved slightly, mumbling soft words,
"Help me..." Zim just continued to stare.
"That's not good."
** Just a little joke. Zim thought the counciler said "The Nile" so he thought Dib was in Egypt... Sorry... Corny, I know... But it's late ^_^()
Oh! What happened to Zimmy there? What does Dib need help from? ^_^ Review and you might find out! ^_^ Shaking from sleep deprivation.
Special thanks to my beta! Neko-sama... Domo arigato! Domo DOMO arigato!
What should I do next chap?
Should I :
Have stuff from inside Dib's dreams,
or
From Zim's end of this deranged tale?
It's up to you... I have idea's for both!
- Shang Hai
Shout outs!
Cowboyinuyasha. ^_^ hello! Thank you my first reviewer! TY! I know it was a bit confusing, but It'll make sense this chapter or next. Better disguise? ^_^ okie dokie! TTYL!
Celestial Star Mali. HI! Long time no Type-your-name! Actually, I'm a big fan of making Zim humanish ^_^() easier to explain... Certain... "Parts"... Oh, and Zim IS schizo... Much like me! ^_^ Hope you like this story!
Kippixin. ^_^() Yeah. I'm really into the angsty suicide type stuff. Well, it really is up to you (my reviewers) what happens... That's why I put down the questions ^_^() I'm impartial. I like that quote. It's nice. And I liked that part of the chapter. ^_^() TY for getting on!
Apoctawazzit DOOM. Hiya there! O_O You're right! Dibby DOES have voices like Johnny! ... But the voices aren't telling him to kill other pple. They're just trying to get him to kill himself. But I think Mr. Fuck was getting Johnny to do that... Or was it Mr. F? ::Shrug:: ^_^ But good observation. I missed that. ^_^ Ah! Another Zim-human fan! You'd like Rough Road to Self Awareness... But I don't wanna give away stuff ^_^(). Thanks for the review!
Yuta. ::Salutes:: Yes Ma'am! ^_^ You hit the idea right on the mark! Stop reading my mind! Hehe ^_^ Hope this keeps you happy!
DibMagician. Hi, again! ^_^ Another slash you felt like reading? I'm honored! ^_^ Thanks for the complement! Enjoy!
Relcah Immortal. Hehe. How many names do you have? Lol ^_^ Good Dibby! Yes. Write ZADR! Increase the population! It's been dying off lately :( ^_^ Enjoy the story!
And
Nieni Woodland. ^_^ A new face. I really liked your review, cause it made me really giggle. "Zimmy-zim-zim" is the CUTEST sounding name in the world! ^_^ and Yaoi. I think yaoi should be a religion... I'd join it ^_^ hehe. ::Joins in the happy yaoi dance:: Hope you like the yaoi! ... Well... Shonen-ai ^_^()
Warning: Insanity, pain, suffering, and ZADR in later chapters ^_^
~~...~~ Voice 1 in head
~~~...~~~ Voice 2 in head
*...* thinking
"..." speaking (duh)
Thinking in Dib's POV
Disclaimer: :( I wanna own... But I don't...
Dib clawed viscously at his face, lashing out at anyone that came near him. The nurses tried their hardest to get his hands. A few nurses managed to hold down his legs, tying them to the railing of the bed, while a few more pull his nails away from his face, securing his arms to the railing, as well. Dib screams at them while pulling violently at the bonds. A nurse injected a sedative into his arm. Quickly, Dib's thrashing began to stop, and his eyes began to shut.
*Why aren't they helping? I can't do this alone. I need help.*
~~It's okay. Just relax.~~
~~~You're insane. Why would they help you?~~~
*Who are you?*
~~~I am your conscience.~~~
~~No. You are our doubt. You are sane, Dib. We are sane.~~
~~~No. You are insane and might-as-well kill yourself.~~~
~~You're sane. We're sane. You're just slightly confused. They love us. They love you. I love you.~~
~~~No one loves you. That's why you're here. You killed them.~~~
~~It wasn't you. Please, listen to me. Listen to us. We can survive this together.~~
~~~You might-as-well die now. No one will help you. No one cares for you.~~~
~~You still have your dreams, Dib.~~
*I have no more dreams. They're nightmares. You both see them.*
~~We can fix it. You and I can bring back the dreams. We can be whole again. We can stop the pain.~~
~~~You will never win. Surrender unto me. Give in. End it all.~~~
The nurses had left, leaving Dib to fall asleep on his own, every so often, pulling his arms and legs. A tiny trail of tears fell down his face, gently gliding around his mouth,
"I need help..." he whispered as he fell into the world of nightmares.
Zim stood right outside the door, watching. Dib mumbled to himself, quietly, not really making sense. He narrowed his eyes, stepping into the small room. Immediatly, his eyes scanned for any threats.
Zim had grown over the years. He now stood at 6 feet (4 inches taller than Dib). The "skin condition" excuse , believe it or not, had begun to waver, so, in response to the growing number of questions, he was forced to make drastic changes.
After he was asked, for the twentieth time that day, if his "skin condition" was ever going to clear up, Zim had charged out of the school. Dib had smiled victoriously after him.
Zim had grumbled to himself, setting to work immediatly. He worked long and hard, creating his "revised perfect disguise".
A few months later, a quite impressive disguise on his body (think Tak but with black hair, etc. ... And a guy ^_^()), Zim returned to school. The first thing he noticed was the lack of his rival. He pulled a random kid over, pushing him against the lockers, demanding where the "Stinky meat-child" was. The kid pushed back, adjusting his way-too-baggy clothes, and muttering something about a mental hospital in a really bad attempt at ghetto lingo. Zim glared, not quite understanding, as he stormed off to his first class, feeling, somehow, insulted.
He looked around the room, but no obsession-filled amber eyes glared in his direction. He stood on the threshold of the classroom, as he had, uncharacteristically, looked around. His wondering was then interrupted by a happy voice behind him.
"Oh! Zim! You're back!" Zim turned around, looking down at a shorter lady, "Actually, I need to talk to you." Zim knew this lady quite well, in fact. She was the latest counciler that was given the task of making Zim and Dib friends. All the other teachers, and staff for that matter, had discouraged her to take the position, but she had felt that everyone needed to be friends, and friends they would be. Zim hated it.
*Great. Back to watching this psychotic human trying to make the Dib-monkey and I "best friends".* Zim sighed to himself as the counciler led him off, *At least I know where that human went... And I can watch his jaw drop when he sees just how brilliant I truly am!*
Although Zim and Dib were sworn rivals, they'd both managed to agree on a few things. A main one had be how to deal with the long hours in councilers' offices. They had devised a little game where they would lead on that they were becoming friends, only to start something and "set their progress back". After awhile of this, the councilers would snap, and flee from the room, on the verge of tears, only to return later to dismiss them. One time, a counciler refused to go back into the same room as the two, and was forced to send a random teacher in to release the boys.
Another thing they managed to agree on, was the length of their rivalry. It was a mutual idea that their rivalry was to last until one of them gave up, but neither were going to give up until the rivalry ended. So, in short, the rivalry was to last until one of them died, the Earth was enslaved, or one could not fight anymore.
The lady led Zim through the halls. They stopped at her office where she had turned to him, smiling sadly before opening the door, and stepping in.
Zim followed in after her, looking for the creature of all his problems. But, when no snide comment was sent his way, the superior smile slipped off of his face, and a confused one took over. He turned to the counciler,
"Where's the Meat-headed child?" She looked at him sadly again, and shook her head,
"Denial..." she muttered, sitting at her desk. Zim looked at her, confused, before sitting behind her desk. Zim took a second, racking his brain, before speaking again,
"Why's he in Egypt?"** The councilor looked at him for a second, perplexed, before laughing softly. Zim just continued to look confused, until the laughing stopped.
"Zim." She spoke quietly, "Do you want to talk about it?"
"About...?" He urged for an answer.
"The accident. It was probably so hard for you to bear, especially when you two were becoming such good friends."
"What accident'?" She look at him in shock,
"Do you really not know what happened, Zim?" Zim had shaken his head, "Here!" She pulled a newspaper clipping out of her desk drawer, handing it to Zim. Zim took it, reading the headline,
Membrane and Daughter Killed; Insane Son Convicted' Zim stood up suddenly, putting the clipping on the counciler desk, and making his way to the door,
"Crazy House?"
"Yes."
Zim stood down, positive no one was there, ready to ambush him with disection tools. Slowly, his gaze returned to the raven haired boy in the bed. He walked over, and looked down at him. Dib looked so helpless and small lying there, at the mercy of the fabric ties that were protecting him from himself. Red scrapes covered Dib's pale face where his nails were recently. Slowly, Zim reached out and traced a small one, before whipping his hand back, as if he had touched something hot. He glared at his hand, before turning it on his rival.
"I guess I win. You forfeit your position." Zim turned swiftly to leave, but Dib's hand brushed against his skin. Zim went rigid, eyes wide in shock, before turning to face the shorter boy, again. Dib's mouth moved slightly, mumbling soft words,
"Help me..." Zim just continued to stare.
"That's not good."
** Just a little joke. Zim thought the counciler said "The Nile" so he thought Dib was in Egypt... Sorry... Corny, I know... But it's late ^_^()
Oh! What happened to Zimmy there? What does Dib need help from? ^_^ Review and you might find out! ^_^ Shaking from sleep deprivation.
Special thanks to my beta! Neko-sama... Domo arigato! Domo DOMO arigato!
What should I do next chap?
Should I :
Have stuff from inside Dib's dreams,
or
From Zim's end of this deranged tale?
It's up to you... I have idea's for both!
- Shang Hai