A/N: w00t: Really? I've always wanted to perform in it, but I don't know where I could do so. I practiced "Bang Bang" in Drama class.

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Dib held his breath and jumped behind a bush. He crouched down as low as he could and wished with all his might that his tall hair did not show behind the foliage. As he closed his eyes, he heard the car zoom past the skool building. He waited until the noise was far gone before rising to go home.

Now how did that feel?

Dib scoffed. "Uh, good, I guess?" He offered, knowing the voices would retort.

You guess? Do you understand what you have just opened yourself up to, boy?

"Yeah. Some kind of respect thing," he said. The idea had started to sound lame.

Do you understand that tomorrow, everyone will be too frightened to even make fun of you? But you won't be scared. They're the only ones that are going to get tormented. Not you.

What the voices said started to make sense. As Dib continued to walk, he thought over the pros and cons.

But when he returned home and fell asleep, he had never thought about the cons.

The next day, when Dib arrived at skool, he was surprised at what he saw. He saw all the girls huddled up in a circle and looking extremely disturbed. As he passed them, he was able to catch a piece of their conversation.

"Did you see it?"

"God, I'm scared."

"You don't think whoever did that was serious, do you?"

"Don't worry about it. It was probably some dork wanting attention."

Dib walked to his locker and saw the boys that often beat him up.

"Man, they're not serious are they?"

"No, stupid, they can't be. It's just some prank."

"No one with that bad of a graffiti skill could be that serious."

Dib couldn't help but smile. Everyone was talking about what he did, and they didn't even know it. Boy, if they found out, they would feel so stupid. After all, they figured that Dib was too weak to do anything dangerous.

This thought was slightly discouraging, but Dib shook the feeling off.

As he went into first period and took his seat, his teacher wore a worried expression on her face. "Class, you all have probably heard about the graffiti on the front of the skool. Well, because of this, the principal has called a special assembly after lunch. Please report to the gym."

Assembly? Dib thought. What I did was scary enough to call an assembly? He never really thought his messily sprayed "Everyone Will Die" would be THAT intimidating. Was it really that serious?

How does it feel?

In class, now? Dib sighed as he ignored them. He couldn't talk to the voices, or else he would be dubbed crazy for eternity. No, not now! He thought, trying to communicate with the voices telekinetically.

Why not?

If I say something, then EVERYONE will—

Forget about "everyone." Who cares about what everyone thinks?

Well, if they heard me talking to you, then they'd send me to that "Crazy House for Boys" place, again. I don't want to go there.

Whatever.

Dib tried to focus on his class. What exactly were they going to say at the assembly? Did they know he did it? He began to sweat.

Lunch had passed very slowly to anxious Dib. As he nervously walked towards the door to the gym, someone jerked him to the side. He let out a yelp of surprise.

It was Gaz.

"What are you—"

She pushed him against a wall. "Shut up. I know you did it." She released her grasp and glared at him.

"Did what?"

"Pfft…" She spat. "Don't play stupid. You sprayed that lame excuse for vandalism on the wall, didn't you?"

Dib stared blankly at her. He didn't know what to say. "Uh…"

Gaz put her hands on her hips. "Seriously, Dib. I lied for you for THAT?" Dib just stood there silently.

"Why the heck did you do it anyway? Was it your 'voices?'?" She mocked him.

"Yes," Dib said quietly, making sure no one was around. "They told me to."

Gaz slapped her head. "Dib, you're insane," she said coldly. "FACE IT." She let him be and walked into the gym. Dib followed her example a few seconds later.

Inside, all the students were squeezed in next to each other. Dib took a random seat and sat down.

"Do you know who did it?" A kid next to Dib asked. Dib shook his head.

"I know that this might sound stupid," the boy continued. "But I'm kind of freaked out. I'm not like, paranoid scared or anything." Dib nodded. It was as if everything tried to get him stressed out!

"Attention, please. Quiet down!" instructed the principal. Everyone silenced, eager to hear any further news.

"As you all have heard, someone has recklessly sprayed some kind of message on the front of the skool's walls. Do not fret, for the culprit is probably some supposed "invisible" child wanting someone to pay attention to him or her. Everything is under control."

Why do people say that I want attention? Dib quietly asked himself. For some reason, Dib felt that all eyes were on him, that all of them knew that he was the perpetrator. The principal even seemed to look him straight in the eye.

"I am convinced that one of you in this very building has committed this appalling crime." The students frantically looked around and began to engage in conversation. The principal shushed them. "Which ever one of you has done this may come into my office. Your punishment will be lighter than if you do not confess at all."

Dib gulped. Boy, was he in trouble…

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"Why do you talk like that anyway?" Dib asked, as the four groaned.

"You stupid worm monkey," ZIM scolded. "You do not understand. No matter what you do or say, we will eventually win. There is no opportunity for you to get out of this situation without being punished horribly. Your idiotic back talks mean nothing."

"It's true," Keef agreed. "You can't win."

Silence.

"Do you understand that instead of benefiting the world, like you have always dreamed of, you have instead made it more paranoid of things it did not need to be afraid of in the first place?" Gaz asked him, trying to keep calm.

"Well, it does need to be more cautious, but I guess I haven't really thought about that," Dib answered sincerely. A look of surprise crossed all of the deceased's faces.

"Wow, he answered genuinely! I can hear the Hallelujah chorus!" Zita exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air.

"Really? I can't," ZIM stated obliviously, perking his antennae.

"It's a figure of speech, moron," Gaz informed ZIM. His eyes widened with realization.

"I knew that!"

"Anyway," Gaz persisted. "Think about it. You will never ever become a paranormal investigator. You will never ever let the world see the truth. Your idiocy has blocked any chance of the world seeing what is really out there. All your little Eyeball friends will never get the respect they deserve."

"You think they deserve respect?" Dib inquired, astonished.

"Of course I do! Yeah, I've never showed it. Still, they work their butts off for the good of humanity. And trust me, this world needs some good," Gaz admitted sullenly.

"True," Dib agreed. He tried his best to be serious; he was starting to get the point. "Just to let you know, that last sentence needs grammar help."

Gaz rolled her eyes. "You don't need grammar when you're dead."

"Right," Dib assumed.

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After the assembly, Dib scurried to his next class. Before he could reach the door, someone had called his name. He turned to see who had spoken. It was the principal. Dib sighed in annoyance. He did NOT want to deal with that woman.

"Yes?" He said innocently.

The lady glared at him. "Come into my office." She turned to walk away.

"Yes Ma'am," Dib murmured. He cautiously followed the principal into her office.

After they had taken their seats, the principal began her accusations. "I know it was you."

Dib pretended to look clueless, yet his heart was pounding. "Huh? What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean," the woman snapped. "YOU sprayed that horrid message on the wall."

"No, I didn't!" Dib lied. "Why would I do that?"

"Well, after that outrageous fight you started with that nice green boy, you seem like a criminal."

"I did NOT start that fight. ZIM did, and he's not nice!" Dib nearly shouted. "Besides, Torque Smacky is more likely to do graffiti than me."

"Don't you dare gossip about Smacky. He is a really kind, quiet gentleman," the principal stated. Dib almost laughed.

Torque Smacky was definitely not kind or quiet. He was one of the popular jocks that snagged every girl he could. He was also known for beating up all the wimps and dorks, such as Dib.

"Whatever."

"Don't you use that tone with me!" the lady warned him.

"Sorry," he said insincerely. He wished to leave the room.

"You can be dismissed to your next class, now, but don't forget: I'm watching you," the principal glared at him.

"O-kay," Dib said as he left the room.

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"If you haven't realized it already, your future is destroyed. There is absolutely no way to regain it. It's all because of your stupidity," Keef reminded Dib.

"Yeah, I got that," Dib said, with a tint of fatigue in his voice.

"Now let's move on to the other issues," Zita said as Dib groaned. "By doing this, you have created a fear in many families. Parents are going to fear for their children's safety while being educated. Because of you, some people who go to our skool will be afraid of learning. Even if they aren't, they will still be haunted by the scene you created."

"By your destruction of six people, you also destroyed our skoolmates' spirits. Their minds will be filled with what you did over and over and over again for months," Keef told him.

"Do you understand that?" Gaz asked. Dib nodded.

"Just to let you know, my best friend, who had a lot of trouble going on in her life, is going to commit suicide tomorrow, and it's all your fault." Zita said bitterly, rage forming in her brown eyes.

Dib was shocked. "Really?"

"Yes, really," Gaz said, irritated. "But that shouldn't bother you, because you like it when people die."

"No," Dib argued.

"Then why the heck did you murder us? Why are you trying to defend yourself so much?" Zita angrily questioned him.

Dib thought for awhile and he began to feel very confused.

A/N: Yes, that is the end of the chapter. Review if you wish!