A little something I scribbled down from nowhere. I think it might lead somewhere, though it won't be connected too much to this work below. Enjoy it.
the road, i walk, is paved in gold
to glorify my platinum soul.
InnerPartySystem - Don't Stop
"I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I HATE him." Dib grumbled, slamming his fist, which was too big for his arm, the way it was for most teenagers, into the door, sending a hole flying through it.
Nay, it wasn't his ever-growingly more powerful enemy, Zim, whom he couldn't get away from Earth, or kill, but his father.
Over the past three years, Dib Membrane had grown out of the abuse cause by his sister. Not because she was no longer tougher than him, though he was sure he wasn't anymore, but because she no longer cared. He stayed out of her way, she stayed out of his. He had even grown to like Gaz, to an extent. Merely because of her ability to give necessary insight when not asked for. Pretentious, but also surprisingly helpful.
But his father… this was the straw that broke the camel's back.
Gaz still desired time with their dad, still tried to make the most out of that one day he spent with the children he had made in a test tube. No wonder they were freaks of nature. They didn't mature from a womb, but from glass. It was unnatural, and above all else, creepy.
The two had only found out about it by accident, of course. Several years back, they spent their time digging around his things. Mostly Dib did the digging, as Gaz didn't care enough and was playing her GameSlave. He had found a journal, unlocking all of the wrath she felt upon him for many years.
And now, after it had calmed down enough for Dib to grow attached to his family, his father had ruined it.
On the only day the three had together, he went to work. He had completely forgotten about them, and he hadn't even left work the night previously. He simply called Gaz and asked her to give his robot some toast and orange juice because he would be at work a while. It just had to be Gaz, didn't it?
Needless to say, she broke the house. The entire house. Destroyed the walls, the mirrors, the figurines, burned his notebooks… Lord knew (if he even existed) where she was now.
He just wish this was something that couldn't have happened to her. He heard the door downstairs slam, and heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, and he braced himself for another onslaught of what was Gaz.