Keeper: Oh, so you're not dead? YAY! I was all, "Man, everyone's leaving me on neopets…"

The Qing: Yes, ZIM is dead, yet I didn't technically kill him in this story. Dib did. Yes, I'm a maniac. Why? Because I can and I am.

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That night, Dib tried watching an exclusive interview with an old man who claimed to have seen Bigfoot rummaging through his car. The whole thing seemed so painfully phony that even the man himself looked nervous. Pictures were shown, but Dib knew "Bigfoot" was actually some guy in a brown Sasquatch costume.

Just when the interviewer was about to comment on the phony pictures, the channel changed. "Huh?" Dib said to himself as he looked around him. Beside him was Gaz with a pizza in hand.

"What did you do that for?!" Dib questioned as Gaz took a bite of her pepperoni pizza.

"There's something I wanna watch. Go entertain yourself," Gaz said. Her eyes never left the TV screen. Dib sighed.

As he rose to go up to his room, he noticed Kya wasn't home. "Hey, where's Kya?" he asked Gaz, who still did not acknowledge his presence.

"She went with Dad somewhere. To his lab or something, I think," Gaz explained.

"But how come she—"

"Shut up, Dib! I'm trying to listen!" Gaz interrupted.

Giving up, Dib went upstairs to his room and tried to think of something to do. Once again, the voices were heard.

This is your chance!

Slapping his head in annoyance, Dib started to ignore the voices, but knowing this wouldn't take him anywhere, he decided to respond. "…To what?"

To scare them, to show them who's boss!

Dib knew they meant the kids at skool. "How?" he asked them, wondering if what they would tell him was reasonable.

Threaten them.

"But someone will tell somebody and I'll get in big trouble. I don't need anymore trouble in my life, okay?" Dib said, trying to act tough against the voices.

"Dib, could you and your voices PLEASE keep it quiet? I'll hurt you if I hear one more—" Gaz shouted from downstairs.

"Okay, I get it!" Dib yelled back.

You don't have to do it straight to their face. Heck, you don't even have to let them know you're the one threatening them.

"Okay, I'm still not getting what you're saying. Could you please leave me alone?" Dib pleaded in a whisper, careful not to disturb his short-tempered sister.

Don't threaten people verbally. Write something somewhere. Like graffiti, or writing it on the chalkboard.

That actually sounded like a pretty good idea to Dib. Everyone would be afraid except him! He would have control over their lives for once. He had power… Those words made him feel good, yet it also sent a shiver down his spine.

"Yeah, I get it now," Dib said, but the voices didn't respond. "Hmm… So if I agree with them, they go away?" The fact sounded pretty creepy, but at least Dib knew of a way to get rid of the voices temporarily.

Dib decided he would do what the voices told him. Spraying some kind of threat on the wall sounded cool. He went to the store to buy some kind of spray paint and disguised himself to the point that no one could tell who he was, just in case someone saw him.

He headed downstairs and saw that Gaz was still watching her program. He walked to the door.

"Where are you going?" Gaz asked, still not looking at him.

"To spy on ZIM," he lied. He noticed he paused for a little bit while saying that; he hoped Gaz didn't notice.

Too late.

"You're lying."

"Yeah, I am," he said as he quickly opened the door. Lucky for him, there, right in front of the door, stood Kya.

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"You dead people are confusing," Dib commented, still wondering what the heck the deceased meant. "You always talk in riddles!"

"Riddles—that's a good one," Gaz forced a chuckle, but her laughing didn't last for long. Her angry expression resumed its place. "No, you moron! You just don't want to understand what we're saying so you're off the hook!"

"You're giving us headaches, Dib!" Zita complained as she touched her forehead and massaged it.

"Do dead people even get headaches?" Dib asked, but he shut his mouth when Zita glared at him.

"Okay," Gaz took a deep breath as if to relieve stress. "Let's go back a little. Once again, do you understand what you did to us?"

"Well," Dib began. "I killed you."

Gaz growled and began to surge forward towards Dib, but Keef held her back. She struggled out of his grasp and crossed her arms. Keef shrugged innocently.

Zita tried to talk calmly. "Could you quit it with the sarcasm?" Dib was silent. He then nodded.

"You know, Dib," Gaz said, stepping closer to him. "You could have received help for your voices and learned to control them. You could have forgotten about raising your reputation and thought more about other people!"

Dib thought of many retorts at that moment, but he decided to close his mouth to spare him from more problems. He looked around at the four in front of him. Among their angry expressions, Dib could see a tint of extreme sadness upon their faces. He looked away to spare the guilt, yet it did not work so well.

"Are you beginning to see NOW?" Keef said impatiently, hoping that somehow Dib would respond.

Dib was still. The others took his speechlessness as a good omen. Each of them smiled; even Gaz smirked a little.

"Pitiful worm monkey," ZIM snickered. "No human can escape the powerful…thing…that is guilt!" Dib silently protested.

Dib started to sweat. Not only was he starting to feel guilty, but he was being beat by non-existent beings. This fact made him feel quite inferior.

Zita decided this would be the time to rub it in. "By killing us, what did you achieve?"

Dib thought for awhile, but he couldn't come up with anything. He was failing. He couldn't fail!

Keef nodded. "Right," he said angrily. "Nothing."

Gaz looked at her brother and spoke. "What did you lose?"

Dib could not count how much he had lost by what he did. The result shocked him. "Everything," he spoke quietly.

"So by murdering us and emotionally hurting those that cared about us, you gained nothing and lost everything. How was this worth it?" ZIM asked, though the prior sentence did not really apply to him at all.

"I felt powerful. I felt that I was worth something. It felt so great to see everyone who made fun of me cowering and begging for mercy," Dib admitted.

"Well, you got your ten minutes of worthiness," Keef said.

"You could have been something, Dib," Gaz explained, lacking her usual harsh tone. "You knew what you studied was real. You would have eventually found proof and you could have changed the world. You traded all that for ten minutes of being respected when you could have had years or decades! That's pretty stupid if you ask me."

"Now, all you have upon you is hatred and disapproval for the rest of your life," Zita added ruthlessly.

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"Where are you going?" Kya asked suspiciously. "And why are you dressed like that?"

"Uh, well, I…uh…"

"He's going scuba-diving in his friend's pool with his oceanographer friend," Gaz cut in, to Dib's surprise. "Dib and his friends are really weird. They like doing stuff like that."

"Oh, okay," Kya said. "Have fun, then."

Dib wondered why Gaz would lie for him like that. He did not care; he was just glad he was able to get out of the house.

Dib headed towards the skool, careful not to be seen by anyone just in case they thought he was a burglar. As he got closer to his destination, he felt nervous. He began to think that this was not a good idea after all. He stopped in his tracks.

Don't back out now! This is your chance!

"But will this benefit me at all?" Dib asked the voices—or rather himself.

Of course it will! Don't you want the power?

"Yeah, but, is it worth it? What if I get caught? I don't want to go to jail!" Dib argued, making sure to be quiet in case anyone was around.

You won't get caught. You're a kid, so you won't go to jail.

"Is sixteen considered a kid age?" Dib questioned uneasily.

Just shut up and do it.

"Okay, okay!" Dib retorted as he resumed his pace. The anxiousness that had rested in his body did not depart. He reached the side wall of the skool. "Here we go," he said to himself as he began to spray paint. Since he was not used to doing graffiti, his "masterpiece" did not look very professional. Luckily, it was readable, though it was hard to tell in the dark.

He stood back and looked at what he did. In very large, messy letters it read: Everyone will die.

"That should be enough to scare people," Dib muttered to himself as he left the skool. As he looked ahead, something shocked him.

A police car was headed down the street.

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"Well, at least when I get out of prison, people will be afraid of me," Dib fought for his case.

"No, they'll hate you and make a petition to put you back in prison again. That is if you even get out. They may even give you a life sentence in prison," Keef informed Dib.

"I'll escape," Dib tried. He made an effort to sound heroic.

"Right," Zita said sarcastically. "How many jail-breaks do you hear happening?"

Dib shrugged; heck, even he doubted his own words.

"Exactly," Gaz added as she crossed her arms. "Like we said before, you killed six people for a life sentence in prison. You know it's not worth it."

"And if they find out about your voices and seeing us, they may put you in a Correctional Medical Facility. You may even need that!" ZIM snorted. He grinned at the thought.

Slowly, Dib began to realize what consequences his actions would bring. Unfortunately, this was not enough to remind Dib of what exactly he did when he killed the four in front of him. On another note, Dib felt overwhelmed by the dullness of his future. There was no way he would have a good life. No hope was left for him now.

Dib tried to be optimistic. "Well, I may make history."

"True," Gaz agreed. "But you will be notorious. Everyone will spit at the sound of your name. They'll throw trash at your tombstone."

"Well, still," Dib offered uneasily.

Zita shook her head. "You are so pathetic."

"As if I haven't heard that a million times," Dib rolled his eyes. "You people and your insults."

"Well, you and your…killing…stuff…" ZIM said unsurely. Dib ignored him.

"Well, maybe if everyone had been a little nicer, I wouldn't have tried to murder you."

"Maybe, this, maybe, that!" Gaz mocked him. "Well, maybe if you had stopped imagining what could have happened, then MAYBE you would have taken control of your 'rabid' self."

"Rabid? What—"

"Shut up!" Zita yelled. She threw her hands out. "God, you're annoying!"

"Like THAT'S new news," Gaz criticized as the two girls glowered at each other.

"We will make you tell us why…"

"We will make you afraid."

"We will make you cower."

"We will make you regret your preposterous actions."