Okay, been a while since I posted chapter one, but I finally got this
chapter done (I write this fic during skool). This chapter shouldn't be
too slow. Chapter three is where things really start to happen though.
So, read and review I guess! Thanks for all your support!
I don't own Jhonen C. Vasquez's stuff all right? GET IT THROUGH YOUR LEGAL HEADS!
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Chapter 2- Voices
1 year later.
Dib sat at the table in the high-skool cafeteria, Gaz, as always, sitting beside him playing her GSAdvanced. It would be a year tomorrow since he had defeated Zim.yet everything was exactly how it had been a year before Zim had come to Earth. Only worse.
Now, instead of his classmates giving him looks that said they thought he was crazy; they looked at him CONVINCED he was crazy. Most of them were actually afraid of him. When Zim disappeared most of them right away suspected him of killing the other boy. They were right, of course, but there was no proof.
So now when they weren't making fun of his now only slightly large head, his interest in the paranormal world, or his new interest in drawing morbid art, they watched him cautiously and acted as if they expected him to pull a gun on them or something.
His plans for Zim had nose-dived too. In fact all the labs he had e-mailed had turned him down within one day. They hadn't been too polite about it either. In their replies they had called him 'insane', or 'obsessed' and one had even gone as far as to call him 'wacky-paranormal-obsessed-freak'.
Wacky.
'Where the Hell did they come up with that?' Dib asked himself, thinking back on the rejection letters. 'It's a stupid word. Who ever thought of that word should've been killed.'
Dib had continued to e-mail the labs repeatedly until they all simply stop replying. He had even asked his dad, Professor Membrane, once to take a look at the body. But Membrane had just told him to go solve world hunger.
In the end Dib had ended up burring Zim's body in his back yard. Nothing marked the grave and now that the grass had grown back he wasn't even sure he could find it again.
Not that he would ever want to. Dib had been spending the last year attempting to forget Zim had ever existed. Zim was the reason for all his problems.
"Hey Dib! Kill any aliens lately?" The girl's voice called out across the cafeteria, followed by a wave of laughter. Dib's hand tightened on his fork till he was gripping it so tightly his arm shook, but he didn't look up. He didn't need to. He knew Zita's voice. The stupid cheerleader had always been the head of the mocking for as long as Dib could remember.
As the laughing quieted, Dib stood up and threw his lunch in the trash. He stuck his hands in the pockets of his black trench coat and walked out of the cafeteria, scowling at the floor.
Only one quiet voice still laughed. Dib tried to ignore it, but it was wearing on his nerves. It followed him into the hall and stayed right beside him as he started getting his history books out of his locker. The voice died to a chuckle.
When he felt that he would snap and lose it completely if he didn't shut the voice up Dib spun around. "WOULD YOU LEAVE ME ALONE!?" He yelled only to find the hall empty. He glared at the empty hall then turned back to his locker, trying to put the laughter out of his mind.
It wasn't the first time he had heard it when no one was around. In fact it was ALWAYS there. Whenever he messed up, whenever someone made a joke about him, whenever he looked stupid. He refused to let himself believe it was real. It couldn't be. He had won.
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"Geese, Dib. Who'd you kill now?" Gaz asked, glancing away from the TV when she heard her brother come in the front door that night. Like nearly a year ago he Dib had just come in from the dark with a read stain running down his blue shirt.
"It's not blood, Gaz." Dib replied, annoyed. "I stopped at the 7/11 and got a slushy and ended up spilling it."
"Yeah, sure." Gaz said, looking back at the TV. "Oh, your farming magazine came today." She told him holding a magazine over her head. Dib grabbed it.
"It's not a farming magazine. It's 'crop-CIRCLES'."
"Whatever. They're both stupid." Gaz replied. Dib began flipping through the pages as he started up the stairs to his room.
"There you are, son." Dib stopped at the sound of his father's voice. He turned around and knew by the look on Membrane's face, or what he could see of it, that Dib wasn't going to like the news. Membrane on the other hand seemed to think he would.
"Yeah?" Dib asked cautiously
"Son, I've been thinking and I've decided it's time that you began preparing yourself to take over the family business." Membrane began.
'Oh, no.' Dib thought 'not this again. Now what does he want me to do?'
"I've decided to send you to my Magnificent Skool of Unending Scientific Knowledge." Membrane announced. "You start next month."
Dib sighed. "Dad, you know I don't want to be a scientist. I'm still going to be a professional paranormal investigator. Why can't Gaz be the scientist?"
"You're insane!" Gaz called from the couch, not looking away from the TV.
"I'd rather be insane than a scien----"
"That can be arranged." The cold voice, barely audible, cut off Dib's sentence, making him freeze.
"Son? Is something wrong?" Membrane asked after a moment. Dib remained still, staring strait through his father. "Dib?" Membrane said when he still didn't move. Dib shuttered then looked at the Professor.
"Did you." Dib began but trailed off; knowing no one else had heard the voice. "Um, sorry, what did you say?" Then the laughing began, louder and more clearly than ever.
"Hmm.Dib, you seem more crazy than usual today. What is troubling you?" Membrane asked. Dib tried to push the terrible sound out of his head. It was useless. The more he tried the louder and clearer it became.
"What?" He asked.
"He's been asking you what your problem is." Gaz told him, never letting her eyes leave the screen. "Obviously it has something to do with your hearing."
"He has? I mean-" Dib squeezed his eyes shut, the laughing seemed to be gnawing at his sanity now, wearing it down to a point where he just couldn't take it anymore. "I need to go to my room." Dib told them. Before either of his other family members had time to say anything he had turned and sprinted up the stairs. A moment later Membrane and Gaz heard a door slam shut. Silence fell over the house, other than the TV. Then Membrane turned toward the kitchen.
"Hmmm. well, I'll be in the kitchen scheduling him a lobotomy."
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Hi again. How was that? Ya know, by reading this story you would probably think that I don't like Dib. But actually he's my favorite character in the history of my favorite characters. The only reason I'm writing this is because of.well, because of something. I'll explain more in the end. Till then please review! C'ya
~HelgaGP
I don't own Jhonen C. Vasquez's stuff all right? GET IT THROUGH YOUR LEGAL HEADS!
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Chapter 2- Voices
1 year later.
Dib sat at the table in the high-skool cafeteria, Gaz, as always, sitting beside him playing her GSAdvanced. It would be a year tomorrow since he had defeated Zim.yet everything was exactly how it had been a year before Zim had come to Earth. Only worse.
Now, instead of his classmates giving him looks that said they thought he was crazy; they looked at him CONVINCED he was crazy. Most of them were actually afraid of him. When Zim disappeared most of them right away suspected him of killing the other boy. They were right, of course, but there was no proof.
So now when they weren't making fun of his now only slightly large head, his interest in the paranormal world, or his new interest in drawing morbid art, they watched him cautiously and acted as if they expected him to pull a gun on them or something.
His plans for Zim had nose-dived too. In fact all the labs he had e-mailed had turned him down within one day. They hadn't been too polite about it either. In their replies they had called him 'insane', or 'obsessed' and one had even gone as far as to call him 'wacky-paranormal-obsessed-freak'.
Wacky.
'Where the Hell did they come up with that?' Dib asked himself, thinking back on the rejection letters. 'It's a stupid word. Who ever thought of that word should've been killed.'
Dib had continued to e-mail the labs repeatedly until they all simply stop replying. He had even asked his dad, Professor Membrane, once to take a look at the body. But Membrane had just told him to go solve world hunger.
In the end Dib had ended up burring Zim's body in his back yard. Nothing marked the grave and now that the grass had grown back he wasn't even sure he could find it again.
Not that he would ever want to. Dib had been spending the last year attempting to forget Zim had ever existed. Zim was the reason for all his problems.
"Hey Dib! Kill any aliens lately?" The girl's voice called out across the cafeteria, followed by a wave of laughter. Dib's hand tightened on his fork till he was gripping it so tightly his arm shook, but he didn't look up. He didn't need to. He knew Zita's voice. The stupid cheerleader had always been the head of the mocking for as long as Dib could remember.
As the laughing quieted, Dib stood up and threw his lunch in the trash. He stuck his hands in the pockets of his black trench coat and walked out of the cafeteria, scowling at the floor.
Only one quiet voice still laughed. Dib tried to ignore it, but it was wearing on his nerves. It followed him into the hall and stayed right beside him as he started getting his history books out of his locker. The voice died to a chuckle.
When he felt that he would snap and lose it completely if he didn't shut the voice up Dib spun around. "WOULD YOU LEAVE ME ALONE!?" He yelled only to find the hall empty. He glared at the empty hall then turned back to his locker, trying to put the laughter out of his mind.
It wasn't the first time he had heard it when no one was around. In fact it was ALWAYS there. Whenever he messed up, whenever someone made a joke about him, whenever he looked stupid. He refused to let himself believe it was real. It couldn't be. He had won.
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"Geese, Dib. Who'd you kill now?" Gaz asked, glancing away from the TV when she heard her brother come in the front door that night. Like nearly a year ago he Dib had just come in from the dark with a read stain running down his blue shirt.
"It's not blood, Gaz." Dib replied, annoyed. "I stopped at the 7/11 and got a slushy and ended up spilling it."
"Yeah, sure." Gaz said, looking back at the TV. "Oh, your farming magazine came today." She told him holding a magazine over her head. Dib grabbed it.
"It's not a farming magazine. It's 'crop-CIRCLES'."
"Whatever. They're both stupid." Gaz replied. Dib began flipping through the pages as he started up the stairs to his room.
"There you are, son." Dib stopped at the sound of his father's voice. He turned around and knew by the look on Membrane's face, or what he could see of it, that Dib wasn't going to like the news. Membrane on the other hand seemed to think he would.
"Yeah?" Dib asked cautiously
"Son, I've been thinking and I've decided it's time that you began preparing yourself to take over the family business." Membrane began.
'Oh, no.' Dib thought 'not this again. Now what does he want me to do?'
"I've decided to send you to my Magnificent Skool of Unending Scientific Knowledge." Membrane announced. "You start next month."
Dib sighed. "Dad, you know I don't want to be a scientist. I'm still going to be a professional paranormal investigator. Why can't Gaz be the scientist?"
"You're insane!" Gaz called from the couch, not looking away from the TV.
"I'd rather be insane than a scien----"
"That can be arranged." The cold voice, barely audible, cut off Dib's sentence, making him freeze.
"Son? Is something wrong?" Membrane asked after a moment. Dib remained still, staring strait through his father. "Dib?" Membrane said when he still didn't move. Dib shuttered then looked at the Professor.
"Did you." Dib began but trailed off; knowing no one else had heard the voice. "Um, sorry, what did you say?" Then the laughing began, louder and more clearly than ever.
"Hmm.Dib, you seem more crazy than usual today. What is troubling you?" Membrane asked. Dib tried to push the terrible sound out of his head. It was useless. The more he tried the louder and clearer it became.
"What?" He asked.
"He's been asking you what your problem is." Gaz told him, never letting her eyes leave the screen. "Obviously it has something to do with your hearing."
"He has? I mean-" Dib squeezed his eyes shut, the laughing seemed to be gnawing at his sanity now, wearing it down to a point where he just couldn't take it anymore. "I need to go to my room." Dib told them. Before either of his other family members had time to say anything he had turned and sprinted up the stairs. A moment later Membrane and Gaz heard a door slam shut. Silence fell over the house, other than the TV. Then Membrane turned toward the kitchen.
"Hmmm. well, I'll be in the kitchen scheduling him a lobotomy."
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Hi again. How was that? Ya know, by reading this story you would probably think that I don't like Dib. But actually he's my favorite character in the history of my favorite characters. The only reason I'm writing this is because of.well, because of something. I'll explain more in the end. Till then please review! C'ya
~HelgaGP