Author's Note: Wheee... I'm not feeling very creative. Man, I was feeling awful this week. I was all hurty and painy and me organs were TWISTING INTO LITTLE PRETZELS OF DOOM and shit like that. So I am back, and I hope this chapter will amuse you all.
Updates will be once every one-two weeks. Sorry, but school is evil.
Oh yeah, draw fanart, I'll put it up so you guyes can see it or something!
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The Skool Bell rang, signaling to the kids to go to second period. Dib noticed that Zim wasn't in school today, and he missed him... No, he didn't. He was insane. Insane people don't love. They are fools. So Dib was foolish.
Mrs. Wantano moved up and down the rows of desks, peering over at the children's slave work. "DIB! Where's your work? YOU GET AN F. "
"...I don't care, you big old bag of pus and hate." Dib said apathetically. Now he really was a fool.
"GO TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE YOU LITTLE FUCK!" yelled Mrs. Wantano, and then shut up. The whole class started doing the oooooh thing, you know the one.
"Fine, you witch." Dib stood up and left the room, followed by cheers and applause.
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After school in detention, he wondered where Zim was? Why had he acted so strange? And why did he kiss him? His first kiss, by his alien nemisis... It didn't work out. And what Zim did... Memories of the humiliating act Zim had performed. Why did it have to be him to do such a thing? It was disgusting. But so... Dib shook his head. He wasn't turned on by the MALE alien.
You're in denial Dib... Poor you...
I'm not in denial. I'm perfectly fine!
Then why aren't you happy? Is there something else that you won't admit?
Happiness is just a fairy tale.
No, it's not, it's within your grasp... His heart will be mine.
His heart?
It's what you've always wanted from the get go isn't it? To place that luscious green alien on an autopsy table, to run your scapel gently across his green skin... To cause PAIN. To give PAIN. To TAKE PAIN. Isn't that what you've always wanted?
You're sick.
Ah... That might be, but I'm part of you. The deep dark part of you that knows what you want. The part filled with a tainted heart, one that's full of love. And hate. You hate yourself. You always will until you accept me.
You're not a part of me. I'm insane. You're just a voice.
But I'm a voice from your mind. YOUR MIND. I'm the part of you that sees the truth. Without me, you'd be just like those moronic kids from your classes. You're better than them... I made you better.
No you didn't. I was never better. I was worse...
Your stereotypical mind makes me laugh. Nothing is as great as being different. It's a matter of how you use your differences.
It's better to be the same.
Is it good to be homophobic? Is it good to be xenophobic? Is it good to be prejudiced? You're getting worse than some of the children. You are smart, but you want to hate people who are different. Only you can't. Because you're different.
I hate you.
Ah. Finally you are beginning to make sense. Hate is the first part of learning to accept. This battle will hurt you more than me, Dib. Remember that.
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Dib looked at the clock. Surely it was time to go. He couldn't stay in this school building any longer. It was choking him. He didn't care anymore about school. He stood up, and walked out.
He looked at the foliage. It was dying off. The first signs of winter coming. The rain started falling. He loved the rain. It was safety. From Zim, the world, the hate he felt.
He walked under a gazebo in the park, and sat down, thinking. When he looked up, he saw one thing.
Zim was wearing his disguise this time, and he was dressed in something better than last outfit, but not by much. Black leather pants, tight, a black vest clinging to his skinny green chest, and fishnet covered it. He had an umbrella with him, which he threw at Dib. But his disguised eyes were just as blank as they were without them.
"Dib-Monkey, come here" He grabbed Dib and pulled the big head boy close to him. Standing on his tiptoes, he whispered, "You're mine, don't forget it" and kissed him.
This time Dib didn't resist, and went with it. Tongues probing into each others mouth, Dib felt bliss. If only it were true. This wasn't Zim, he knew that. Something happened to him. But he didn't care. He started to reach down between Zim's legs when he saw the horror filled brown eyes of Amara.
Updates will be once every one-two weeks. Sorry, but school is evil.
Oh yeah, draw fanart, I'll put it up so you guyes can see it or something!
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The Skool Bell rang, signaling to the kids to go to second period. Dib noticed that Zim wasn't in school today, and he missed him... No, he didn't. He was insane. Insane people don't love. They are fools. So Dib was foolish.
Mrs. Wantano moved up and down the rows of desks, peering over at the children's slave work. "DIB! Where's your work? YOU GET AN F. "
"...I don't care, you big old bag of pus and hate." Dib said apathetically. Now he really was a fool.
"GO TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE YOU LITTLE FUCK!" yelled Mrs. Wantano, and then shut up. The whole class started doing the oooooh thing, you know the one.
"Fine, you witch." Dib stood up and left the room, followed by cheers and applause.
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After school in detention, he wondered where Zim was? Why had he acted so strange? And why did he kiss him? His first kiss, by his alien nemisis... It didn't work out. And what Zim did... Memories of the humiliating act Zim had performed. Why did it have to be him to do such a thing? It was disgusting. But so... Dib shook his head. He wasn't turned on by the MALE alien.
You're in denial Dib... Poor you...
I'm not in denial. I'm perfectly fine!
Then why aren't you happy? Is there something else that you won't admit?
Happiness is just a fairy tale.
No, it's not, it's within your grasp... His heart will be mine.
His heart?
It's what you've always wanted from the get go isn't it? To place that luscious green alien on an autopsy table, to run your scapel gently across his green skin... To cause PAIN. To give PAIN. To TAKE PAIN. Isn't that what you've always wanted?
You're sick.
Ah... That might be, but I'm part of you. The deep dark part of you that knows what you want. The part filled with a tainted heart, one that's full of love. And hate. You hate yourself. You always will until you accept me.
You're not a part of me. I'm insane. You're just a voice.
But I'm a voice from your mind. YOUR MIND. I'm the part of you that sees the truth. Without me, you'd be just like those moronic kids from your classes. You're better than them... I made you better.
No you didn't. I was never better. I was worse...
Your stereotypical mind makes me laugh. Nothing is as great as being different. It's a matter of how you use your differences.
It's better to be the same.
Is it good to be homophobic? Is it good to be xenophobic? Is it good to be prejudiced? You're getting worse than some of the children. You are smart, but you want to hate people who are different. Only you can't. Because you're different.
I hate you.
Ah. Finally you are beginning to make sense. Hate is the first part of learning to accept. This battle will hurt you more than me, Dib. Remember that.
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Dib looked at the clock. Surely it was time to go. He couldn't stay in this school building any longer. It was choking him. He didn't care anymore about school. He stood up, and walked out.
He looked at the foliage. It was dying off. The first signs of winter coming. The rain started falling. He loved the rain. It was safety. From Zim, the world, the hate he felt.
He walked under a gazebo in the park, and sat down, thinking. When he looked up, he saw one thing.
Zim was wearing his disguise this time, and he was dressed in something better than last outfit, but not by much. Black leather pants, tight, a black vest clinging to his skinny green chest, and fishnet covered it. He had an umbrella with him, which he threw at Dib. But his disguised eyes were just as blank as they were without them.
"Dib-Monkey, come here" He grabbed Dib and pulled the big head boy close to him. Standing on his tiptoes, he whispered, "You're mine, don't forget it" and kissed him.
This time Dib didn't resist, and went with it. Tongues probing into each others mouth, Dib felt bliss. If only it were true. This wasn't Zim, he knew that. Something happened to him. But he didn't care. He started to reach down between Zim's legs when he saw the horror filled brown eyes of Amara.