A/N: And Jay updates! OMG OMG OMG SHOCK!!! And, I'm dedicating this to someone, just because I can and this is my fic, and I can do whatever I want with it.

This chapter is now dedicated to 'Author of Stuff' being as she managed to whack me enough with her funny words to convince me to update. So I am.

I like disclaimers, they keep lawyers away from me: I do not own Invader Zim, or any characters in it (except for my lovely original character and her family). So nyah, suck my arse if you have a problem with it.

Warning: Okay, everyone. Here's the lowdown. This fic here is rated R for a reason. It is going to include more than mild swearing, sexual references (both lesbian, gay and straight), possibility of sex scenes (lesbian and possibly gay), violence, murder, attempted murder, and, of course, giggly teen sleepovers. I missed a few things out whilst writing this the first time: It also includes mention and the possibility of incest and nudity… I'm so stupid…

Violet wanted Dib to know. Know everything.

The past few weeks seemed to have passed in slow motion. Everything Violet did seemed to go too fast, and programs on the television seemed to go on for too long. She had even checked the clock on her bedroom wall several times to make sure it wasn't ten minutes slow.

And truth be told, a heavy feeling seemed to be hanging over her head.

After the kisses with Gaz, Violet also felt uncomfortable around Dib. Not the uncomfortable feeling one gets when they walk in on someone naked but the uncomfortable feeling of 'Oh-my-God-I-kissed-your-sister-and-we're-the-same-gender' feeling.

Dib didn't seem to pick up on the feeling, but if he did, he made sure Violet didn't know. Yet he did seem to notice her rather dark mood- something she had gotten when the dark feeling had came upon her.

The boy had been picking up on it for a few days, yet he was unsure as to whether he should ask her about it. He wasn't even sure if she wanted to talk about it- he figured it may be because of Rose. But, Dib finally decided to ask her about it.

There was a pupil free day on the first Thursday of October- Dib decided on that day. He almost had to force her to go out with him that day. Packing a picnic lunch, he walked to her house, literally forced her out of bed, and shoved her down the road to the local park.

Sitting down beside a path that wove through the park, their backs against a wide tree, Dib finally asked her what was wrong- was she depressed, maybe?

Dib was mostly worried she wouldn't respond. Instead, she didn't hold back on anything.

'Dib…'

Dib looked up from the concrete he had been staring at when he had spoken to her.

'Yes?'

'I… God, everything's been going wrong lately. I mean, you know that right? Fuck, after Rose… Shit, I feel so screwed up in the head, as if someone's got a jackhammer and taken out some of my brain, and I'm holding it in this jar, and even I'm confused… I even fucking flunked my English test, and that's one of my best subjects! Everything has been such a challenge lately. Even getting out of bed has been a struggle… Do you think this could be joined to what happened? With Rose and Steven and Zim?'

'It might be…' Dib put in. Violet sighed, and shook her head.

'It probably is. You know, Mum has been a lot more… I dunno… Weird lately. I knew Rose was her favourite- even Onyx and Dad knew. God, Dad… He barely comes home anymore. Only Onyx has remained somewhat like himself... And… Dib, I kissed Gaz.'

Dib's eyebrows shot up. '… What?'

'I kissed Gaz. Twice… Three times? God, I dunno.'

Dib paused, his eyes wide behind his spectacles. Slowly, he drew in a breath, and stared at Violet's distant face. Frankly, he had no idea as to what to say. 'O-oh… okay…'

'Well… Gaz kissed me first… When I was at your house and the spider incident? And I kissed her when she took me home the next day…' All the time she had been talking, she hadn't been looking at Dib. They were sitting in a park, beneath a tree, the lush, green grass spread out in front of them like a pool. Violet had been staring at the dozens of trees a hundred or so feet away from them. Now, though, she turned, and stared at Dib, in a rather unnerving manner. 'You're not angry, are you?'

'Er… I don't know what I am…' Dib choked out. 'But I don't think I'm angry. Shocked, yes. Very… very… shocked… I didn't even know you felt like that for Gaz.'

'Neither did I.'

Violet paused, and looked away from Dib. Silence sat between them for a few moments, before Violet opened her mouth, and whispered: 'Dib?'

'Yes, Violet?' Dib also whispered in replied.

'Do you know where Zim been the past week?'

Dib paused. Zim hadn't been attending school for quite a while- not that Dib minded. In fact, Dib hadn't even noticed. Yet now that he thought about it, he hadn't heard a peep out of him. And that made him more nervous than Violet's previous stare.

'I… I don't know.'

There was a pause, and finally Dib spoke once again.

'Do you know where Gaz is?'

'No,' Violet replied, still whispering, 'haven't seen her all day. Why?'

'When I got up this morning, she wasn't there. She didn't even leave a note to say…' Dib stopped, going over his words. Suddenly, Dib was frightened. Not even Gaz was known to sneak out of the house before dawn without a word. Trying to calm his breathing, Dib watched the people in the park walk about, most with dogs. There were about a dozen or so.

'Um… Okay… Er…' Dib gave up on his sentence.

There was a soft crunch behind the two, and Violet turned to peer around the tree. 'Dib…?' she began, yet didn't finish. Snapping his head to the right, Dib saw Violet's lifeless body fall onto the roots of the tree. Looking up, Dib opened his mouth to cry for help, yet never finished as he, too, fell onto the ground.

***

Gaz's head was aching. And not just a mild ache, like a headache one gets after studying too hard, but a vomit inducing, bleary-eyes, thumping migraine. Hell, what she felt could probably beat a migraine.

All around her there was silence. Gaz was grateful for that much. Any sound, and the girl suspected she would vomit all over herself. Struggling under the restraints she found she had around her wrists and ankles, Gaz forced herself to open her eyes. Darkness surrounded her, the silence making her feel as if she were thousands of miles under the ground. Forcing herself onto her backside- she had been lying down, on her side previously- the cool air nipped at her bare skin. Her pajamas- a short-sleeved shirt and a pair of long, flannel slacks- did nothing to warm her in the cool air.

Looking about as best as she could around the blackness, Gaz tried to remember what had happened to get her into the situation she was currently in.

And she thought.

And thought.

And thought.

Until she realised she couldn't remember anything.

Sighing- the sounds causing her to cringe in pain due to her headache- she began to untie her ankle restraints with the almost impossible movements of her hands. Within a few moments, her legs were free, and with her toes, she began to pick at the ropes around her wrists. Finally, after what seemed hours, she was free.

Moving to her feet, Gaz placed a hand to her head. One thing she figured was that she had to have been knocked out in the wee hours of the morning. The pain in her head told her that much- something must have hit her hard to give her that much pain. Ignoring it, though, she made her way around wherever she was.

She soon learnt that it was quite large- probably just over seventy feet- and the walls were made of a cool metal. She had stopped several times to rest her head upon it, letting the cool take her headache away. The room was in a somewhat circular shape, and a few ladders came down from what she presumed to be a ceiling. Gaz had run into quite a few of them, and on one occasion she had stubbed her toe, causing her to vomit what remains she had of her dinner from the previous night.

When she had done with exploring the perimeter of the room, she began the inner area. She groped blindly, yet found nothing, but a rectangular metal box that went higher than Gaz could reach. She presumed it went up to wherever the ladders went to.

Pursing her lips together, her headache having disappeared slightly, she crawled back to where she guessed her ropes were. She found them, and toyed with them, thinking to what she could do. Finally, the girl lifted her head, and stared to where she guessed the rectangular box was.

The blackness had still engulfed her, and the silence (which had begun to grow deafening) was still there.

Standing, she tied the ropes around her right arm, and headed in that direction. Finding it, she placed her hands on the cool material, and placed her forehead upon it. The cold touch of her made her headache fade a little bit more, yet that didn't give Gaz a start. What did was the fact she could feel a certain emptiness behind the wall. Unlike the other walls, what was hidden behind the long box was air. Cocking her head to a side, her somewhat mattered hair falling down her shoulder, she went to the wall behind her, and pressed her ear upon it.

Nothing.

Rushing back, excitement growing in her chest for some reason that was beyond her, Gaz then pressed her ear upon the inner wall.

Yes, there was something empty about it. For reassurance, she gently tapped the tip of her finger upon it. And then she heard it.

As soft as it was, there was an echo behind the metal.

Gaz then realised it. She was under something. Under a building.

Stepping away from the echo-wall, Gaz tiptoed to the un-echoing-wall, patted about for a few minutes, and found one of the dozen ladders. Drawing in a deep breath, she stepped onto the first rung, the pressure of her weight pushing her foot down onto the rung. Gaz gazed once more into the empty blackness behind her. Then, with all the courage she could muster, she started her long journey up.

Gaz's hands shook terribly as she did so, and at several points she doubted if she could go on. Her migraine had returned, stronger than before, and she didn't dare stop to rest her head upon the round, metal rungs. Sweat was building up on her palms, and she shook when she stopped to wipe them on her pants.

She didn't have a good judge of time, but by the time she finished climbing the ladder, and landed on a platform, she guessed she had been climbing for fifteen minutes. She lay down upon the metal platform she had paused on, and breathed loudly, her chest heaving. She closed her eyes, and soon her breathing slowed down. The ropes were beginning to cut into her arms, but she didn't bother to adjust them.

When her breathing had finally slowed to a normal pace, she strained her ears to hear something- anything. She had been waiting for several minutes, when she finally did hear something. It was very quiet, but a sound nonetheless- it was a deep pulsing, like a drum beat in the distance. Frowning, Gaz sat up, and continued to strain her ears. It was constant, and rhythmic.

The sound gave her confidence, and she moved onto her feet. Groping around for a wall, she found one, and moved along it. She almost cried when she found another ladder. Drying her hands on her pants, she soon began up once more.

After another fifteen, long minutes, the ladder began a change of angle. It now went along what Gaz presumed to be a forty-five degree angle, and this frightened Gaz much more than straight up. After several more minutes, it began up again at ninety degrees, but after twenty or so rungs, the ladder stopped.

Uncertainly, Gaz reached up, on arm hooked around the rung, and groped about. What she found was somewhat a blessing, somewhat a curse.

She found a doorknob.

Letting out a whimper, she peered about, yet found no light. Only the same darkness she couldn't even see through. Even the sound she heard earlier had stopped. Closing her eyes, she positioned herself so she could go through the door easily, and placed her hand on the cool knob. Then she opened the door, muttering only one sentence as she did so:

'Darkness, be my friend.'

A/N: Robbie Williams rules. Yessirre he does. As does The Birthday Massacre.

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