Ohkaaaaay peoples, I know it be kinda late, but my muse decided to die on me… so, it took a while. And then I had a visitor for three weeks, so I was off frolicking with him. And then inspiration slapped me like a trout to the face, so I wrote more. Gah, inspiration's still here, must write more! *wanders off*
Disclaimer: if I owned it, why would I be making fanfics of it? (don't own)
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Zim sat down on the couch softly, eyes glued to the front page as GIR raced around into the kitchen to eat some of his homemade 'soap.' The Irken ran a hand through his wig, which came off with his hand. Paying the wig almost no notice, Zim read the article on the death of Prof. Membrane, which was a surprisingly very long article on announcing the said professor's death.
Professor Membrane, world-famous resident scientist and host of
'Poking the Membrane of science', died today in a tragic car accident
on main street. Two other people were in the car with the professor,
one of which who survived, a boy by the name of Dip.
Zim paused to be disgusted by the human author's horrible misspelling of Dib's name, then continued reading.
Apparently, Professor Membrane was giving his two children,
Gaz and Dip
The irken was increasingly annoyed at the reporter's inability to spell the Dib-human's name right.
A ride home from the lab, where the two children
Had been seen paying their father a visit. The Professor [Cont. on page 2B]
The cut off sentence only furthered Zim's annoyance in humans. Flipping through the news paper until he found the correct article, Zim kept reading.
Had to take the two children back. His explanation was that
Something could explode at any time and kill his two children.
Professor Membrane loaded the children into the company
Car and started driving back to his place of residence.
On main street, the whole front of Professor Membrane's
Car was smashed in by a mobile home,
Whose owners also suffered causalities. Both Professor
Membrane and his daughter Gaz were killed in the crash.
The world mourns this loss.
So that was the problem with the Dib-human, Zim noted. His family-unit was dead and gone, leaving him alone on the rock called earth. There was a striking similarity between the Dib-human's position and his own, Zim was surprised to see. But, the earth creature was not similar to him himself! Zim assured himself. Dib couldn't understand half of the problems Zim had!
…or could he?
Zim quickly hit himself on the head, where had that thought come from? Dib was an earthling it, incapable of understanding complex irken troubles.
A part of him wanted to talk to Dib, though, a part that thought the human could understand. And for some reason, Zim didn't want to crush that doubtful side of himself into crumbs. That cause for thought, Zim decided. Dib's current situation forgot for a moment, Zim started to think on why he didn't want to crush the doubt.
Why he wanted to talk to Dib.
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Dib sighed. He was staring out the window of a moving car, rain leaving long trails on the outside of the window. Outside, the world was a blur. Streets, people, places, everything moved so fast.
Dib had been surprised when he noticed what time it was. 3:54 in the afternoon, and nobody had wondered where he was. That was depressing as well as the fact his immediate family was dead, and the fact that, according to the CPS people, his extended family didn't want him either. So basically, nobody cared about him. At all.
Except for Zim…
The human boy suddenly sat up straight. Where had that thought come from? Zim? Why would Zim, of all people on earth, care about him? Dib remembered waking up in Zim's house, but quickly pushed the thought away, reminding himself that Zim only saved him to kill.
Giving the subject no more thought, Dib rested his forehead against the window of the car, feeling the cold soak in from outside. Dib blinked a couple times, once normally, second drowsily, and then let his eyes close. Soon, the human boy was asleep, shoved in the back of a CPS car.
The driver glanced over his shoulder, mouth open as if he was going to ask Dib something. But he noticed Dib was asleep, and smiled slightly, closing his mouth and turning his eyes back to the road. The boy had had a tough day, let him sleep.
~*~
Foggy. It was foggy. Shapes were floating around in the fog, tall shapes with many different colored eyes, but the tallest shadows seemed to have no eyes. He was scared, huddled in a corner, black trench coat covering his legs and much longer than it was in reality. Horrible noises touched his ears, tortured screams and wordless cries that he knew were calling for help. The tallest shadows in the fog, somehow he knew they were controlling all of it.
Out of the fog, a long tendril shaped as a demented hand reached for him. Nothing to fear, he decided, it was only fog. How terrified he was when the fog grabbed him, lifting him high into the air as he screamed. The hand squeezed, easily compressing his lungs and making him squeak. It hurt. Coughing, He felt a trickle of blood run from his mouth down his chin. This wasn't how it was supposed to end! No!
No!
There was a ripple in the air, and he was pulled away from the hand easily, almost unhurt apart from the blood dripping from his mouth. Dropped onto the ground unkindly, He looked up at his savior. A girl with purple hair and a skull mask glanced down at him, and a small robot with a skull necklace waved from the far side of the girl.
"Be Careful." Was the only advice the girl offered, before the demented hand grabbed her like she was a rag doll and pulled her into the fog. The little robot with the skull necklace screamed and ran into the fog, after the girl. When the robot vanished, loneliness enveloped him and he was scared. More scared than he felt before in his life, he was sure of that.
Out of the fog, more of the creatures came, black figures with various colors of eyes stalked out of the fog, which was now a teeming mass of white deathly hands. The two tall shadows towered over all, and He was sure they were looking down disdainfully at him, sneering, mocking.
The army of black and white came closer, and fear enveloped him. He knew he wouldn't get away, but he had to try. Spinning and getting to his feet, he started to run, the other way, away from the army of darkness and death. Running, running, he couldn't stop running.
It was a while before he stopped. When he did, he was in a forest, in the middle of trees too tall to be real, a landscape too perfect to be genuine. Mist, reminding him of the fog, floated across the ground, masking where he stepped. Lost, lonely and scared now, he walked onwards, afraid of any sound he heard. He continued walking until he got to a stump with a log next to it. Sitting down on the stump, he stared around the forest. It wasn't right.
It was only a few seconds before he saw the fog creeping through the trees. Slithering, taller than the mist, the fog covered the land, made it hard to see. The ghostly hands swept through the underbrush, and he had no choice but to run again. Terrifying laughter echoed through the woods, followed by pained screaming. It sounded similar to something he'd heard before, he was sure of it. But it didn't matter then. Run.
He ran, that was for sure, ran until he was out of the trees. He was met with a long ribbon of black pavement. A car was zooming down the road, and he made the hitchhiker thumb. The car slowed, and the door popped open. He stepped inside, sat down, and clipped himself into the seatbelt, then suddenly noticed the car wasn't a car, it was a spaceship.
He looked over to the driver, it was someone he knew… green skin and ruby eyes met his gaze. "Hold on, human." He was told, and he did. The green skinned figure floored it, and they shot off down the black pavement. Outside the windows of the car, he could see the fog and the army of darkness. Everything was fine for a while, the ride was driven in silence.
The ship continued zooming on, until suddenly, the ship collided with something. Something tall. Something black. With no eyes. The ship was scooped up, and both the figures screamed. The ship was crushed and tossed back on the ground.
He only realized he was safe when the ship hit the ground. Arms were encircled around his body, and he was free from harm. Glancing at his savior, he saw it was the green skinned figure. A long piece of metal was sticking through the green figure's stomach, it was a surprise it didn't kebab him as well. Worry surged through him, and he wrapped his arms around the other figure.
"You're…not…dying… today…" the other figure whispered, before…
~*~
Dib awoke with a jolt. What was that? A dream? Whatever it was, Dib had woken with chills, although he was sweating. Slowing his breathing down, Dib gradually nodded off again, back into the depths of sleep, thankfully with no dreams this time.