Haloo again! Quick update time, wheeee! I don't really have much to say… other than the fact that I think nobody from ff.net has bothered with my blogsite… and the fact that I took a really stupid dare and now have to follow through with it… ah well, who cares? I got another chapter done!
Just warning y'all now, this chapter is merely for getting Dib back to his house… and inserting a couple characters I made that I might even make a comic for. Guess who they be!
And now, Disclainer: I own nothing! Nothing, I say! Exceeept for the two and/or three original characters I tossed in here who don't play a big part. Other than that… I OWN NOTHING!!
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It was raining again. Had it been raining ever since he was last out here? It was dark. He didn't know what time it was, or what had happened after he had fallen asleep and woke up in Zim's house. Dib didn't know what was going on in the world. Was everyone in a panic, looking for him? Or did anybody even care? Did he have a place to stay, or would everybody abandon him?
The world was a harsh place. An empty place. Lives were lived rushing to perfection, then cut short. People died and were forgotten. It was an unforgiving existence. Dib sighed, a lot of stuff didn't make sense right now. He didn't have the answers for anything.
Dib sighed softly, listening to the rain as it fell. he walked on, down the sidewalk with no particular direction. The cold air hurt his lungs, and the freezing rain numbed his skin, but again, he didn't feel it. The cold simply didn't matter.
He had been walking for a while. Dib glanced around, not really seeing. It was a bad part of town, graffiti-plastered alleyways and smashed-together buildings framed the road and sidewalks. A couple females were leaning against a wall, squished together under an umbrella, talking. Their bright, over-decorated garb was the only bright color in the grayish rain-slicked world Dib saw.
Maybe he could just stay outside forever. And maybe the sky would stay gray until he died. Dib continued on his walk, not paying attention to anything but the sidewalk, which he stared at intently. He was jolted out of his dark thoughts as he passed the females, one of which who called out to him.
"Hey, kid! You should get out of the rain!" Funny, the female's voice was low-pitched for a woman's. The other female giggled and shoved the one who spoke playfully. "Oh 'rok, don't worry about him! He's probably just walking home or something."
"I can't help but worry, 'geddon. Something about him makes me think…" The first female spoke again. Dib paused, glanced at both of the females, and gulped slightly. He opened his mouth to respond, and paused. They were only worried because they didn't know him. Dib shut his mouth and hunched his shoulders, walking on.
From behind him, Dib heard the first one who spoke say something else, he thought he heard something about a Burger place, but he continued walking on.
After a while of cold brooding, Dib paused and sighed deeply. He was still in a strange part of town, everything was pretty much the same as before. The rain hadn't stopped, or even faltered, for a second. Dib was soaking wet by now, all of his clothes clung to him and dripped onto the sidewalk. He was slightly hungry, but yet again, it didn't matter much. Nothing really mattered much.
Glancing around, Dib spotted some kind of grimy-looking burger place. He was slightly hungry, so why not. Dib walked over and pressed his hand on the left glass door, easing it open and stepping Into the burger place. He didn't wince as he received strange looks, but he knew he must look a mess. Dib didn't care, though.
He walked up to the counter, standing in line behind a red-headed kid that looked about thirteen in all black. The Red-head was talking to the guy behind the counter, who had black spiky hair and piercing yellow eyes, and a red T-shirt that said simply, 'Don't start with me.'
Dib was silent, and listened in to the two's conversation. It took his mind off of other things.
"The usual. Hey, can I stay at your place tonight?" the Red-head asked the guy behind the counter.
The black-haired guy punched something in on the register, and paused to speak with someone behind him before turning to the red-head and saying, "Again? Fine. I have a job tonight though, Dante."
"Can I come along, or did Cassandra leave you with Reek and Leek?" The Red-head, Dante, asked.
The Black-haired guy snorted, a smirk pulling at his lips. "You can come along."
Dante smirked slightly in return, and moved down the counter to grab a greasy brown bag that held his order. "Cool. Thanks, Jake." Dante then turned, and walked over to a booth.
The Black-haired guy, Jake, muttered something that sounded like "No problem." Before glancing at Dib. With a bored tone, Jake practically droned, "May I take your order?"
Dib ordered something, and picked up his order before slipping into a solitary booth. After the first couple bites of his burger, Dib felt slightly sick. He wrapped the food up and shoved it in the grease-spotted brown paper bag that it came in, before standing up and heading towards the door.
Although having dried out some while inside the burger place, when Dib stepped outside, he was almost immediately soaked again. Rain started to spot the brown paper bag in his grip as he walked back towards his house.
After a while of walking, Dib reached his home, holding his brown burger bag under his trench coat out of habit, not out of love for the burger. Opening the door and stepping in, Dib suddenly felt his throat tighten. A wave of sadness rushed over him, and Dib shut the door before sinking to the floor and staring blankly across the empty living room, into the empty kitchen, listening to the horrible suppressing silence that filled the house.
It really hit Dib, just what happened. It couldn't be undone. It wasn't a dream, it wasn't some twisted nightmare. It couldn't be changed, nothing could bring them back. He had nothing left. The world was empty. With that realization, Dib let loose a sob before completely breaking down. He brought his knees to his chest and rested his forehead on his knees, then crossed his arms around his legs, curling up and letting the tears fall.
Completely escaping his notice, a red light blinked on the message machine. One message.
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Closing A/N: and yes, that message be important. You shall know why next chappie! If I ever get to writing it… *dodges thrown stuff* ah-hah-hah! Just kidding folks! *ends up getting pelted with a tomato*
Anyways, man, I love you people! So many reviews… … even if there is one posted four times, I'm so happy! Snack foods all around!
Now, for some (remember, I said some, if I don't respond to your review, hey, I still love reviews, and you still get a snack food of your choice!) review responses!
Damocles32 – that's high praise, and I'm a little disappointed you haven't reviewed again (me being the review hog I am). But most definite thanks!
deranged black kitten of doom – More has been written! Where's my review? *hopeful*
phishykiss – I would hand you a tissue, but you seem to have a whole box of Invader Zim ones… so, thankies for the review! Also… I have updated. If you… er…couldn't tell.. -.-;;;
Shang Hai – Wow, my story? Gave inspiration? I feel all honored now. … can't think of much else to say. And here is more. Although it's not exactly a good more. It has no action. Eheh. ^^;;; ah well, I'll try to write more, ks?
DibMagician – Yep, cookies are good, huh? *ahem* ah, yes. Thank you for so many reviews! It's just cool to have lots of reviewers, and man, does it make me happy!
And now, to actually close up the fanfiction. I know this chapter is kind of non-action-ey, but I promise to write more soon. Reviews are fuel for the fire of inspiration, by the way, so, please review?