A/N: So I think I will continue this, but it's going to continue as this bizarre chapter story instead of the one-shot idea. I'm just going to explore this pairing a little more and see where it takes me.

Anyway, here's the next chapter! Thank you to those that reviewed!

"Gaz, do we have any snacks?"

Dib shut the refrigerator door and leaned against it, cocking his head towards his sister who was busy texting away on her phone. He stared at her, studying the way she sat hunched over the table, her cell nestled within the swell of her lap while the jagged strands of her purple hair framed her face. She visibly flinched, but paid no heed to his question and continued typing furiously away at her keyboard, pink tongue lolling out in concentration.

"Umm, hellooooo. Gaz?"

Dib grimaced when he heard her let loose a guttural growl, the type of snarl that promised pain if he continued to bug her, and with a dismal sigh Dib slinked away from the kitchen and ventured upstairs to his room. He could go without snacks, he guessed; besides—he had a stash of candy bars hidden inside a pillowcase in his room, he could always satiate his cravings with those.

When he got to his room, he shut the door softly behind him and let another sigh escape his lips, before he traipsed over to his bed and threw himself over it. The length of his legs spilled over the edge of his mattress, dangling amid the air, while his fingers busied themselves by fiddling with the corners of his pillow. He flipped himself onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, lethargically blinking his eyes, before an abrupt sound made his body spasm.

Dib hesitantly sat up from his bed, idly resting back on the palms of his hands as he scanned the premise of his room. It was still as cluttered as ever, he noted, taking a mental note to attend to it later in the future. Over the years, his room had gotten even more crowded than it had been. He had eventually replaced many of his old hard drives and spy equipment with newer, more novel trinkets, while countless many computer monitors decorated the walls like posters. His room had a dingy, malevolent glow to it, as if overshadowed with an hint of obscurity, but he wouldn't have it any other way—it sort of matched his persona, he could say.

A whirring noise startled him from the brief lapse into his thoughts and had him scanning the base of his room yet again, eyes warily darting across the motley mix of computer gadgetry. It sounded familiar, the noise, like the sound of a hard drive booting up.

He found it odd—none of his computers were on, astonishingly. And then, in the time it took him to blink, a customary sized computer monitor lit up at the farthest corner of his room, the eerie white screen glowing malignly. The light lit up his room and shadows danced across his face, the hairs at the nape of his neck standing on end as goosebumps prickled along the length of his arms.

"Creepy," Dib whispered deftly, before a clipped voice sounded from the monitor.

/Transmission Sending. Sending. Receiving. Configuring. Online./

Dib anxiously peered about his room yet again, spooked by the sudden robotic-like voice. He hastily scrambled off his bed, taking a defensive stance near the center of his room as his hazel eyes trained on the glowing screen in the corner.

/Hn./

"Whaaa-!" Dib yelped, shivers wracking across his body. He opened his mouth and tried to form a few words, perhaps a sentence or two, but he found that he couldn't. His lips trembled whenever he opened them and his fingers were fidgeting along with his rising panic, leaving him a chaotic mess of quivering human flesh.

"C-computer?" the teen asked guardedly, taking a tentative step towards the gleaming monitor.

/Dib./

Taken aback, Dib took another step closer, his panic ultimately seeping away. How in the heck did Computer manage to tap into his…computer? Everything about the whole circumstance screamed perverse, psychotic, invasion of privacy—fucking creepy, and the young investigator found himself reeling at the idea. What if Computer could hack into something else?

Dib grimaced.

"Um, how are you in my computer?" Dib questioned, bemused. He stood loftily in front of the white screen, the steady glow radiating against his face and illuminating his gloomy countenance. "Uhh, it's been a while."

/It has./

Dib shuffled his feet, the pads of his fingers drumming against his thigh. He tilted his head to the side, his glasses going askew, before licking his lips. "But really, how'd ya' get in here?"

/…

…You forget./

"What?"

/Irken machinery./

"So?" There was a pregnant pause that seemed to stifle the atmosphere, Dib growing more fidgety and antsy by the second.

/I can do…anything./

"O-oh, you can h-huh?" Dib countered, fumbling his words. The corners of his lips quirked into a small smile, despite the nervous feeling churning at the pit of his stomach. The way Computer said it made it sound so…devious, or something like that. Dib didn't know what to say, or feel for that matter. In an act of audaciousness, Dib took a concluding step towards the monitor before halting right in front of it, outstretching a pale hand. With the point of his index finger, Dib pressed the digit against the screen, the pad of his finger instantaneously heating up. He kept it there, reveling in the warmth that shot up his finger and coursed throughout the rest of his arm, before the heat seemed to double and consequently singed him.

"Ow!" Dib cried, immediately jerking back. He pressed the digit to his lips in hopes of trying to sooth the simmering burn. He narrowed his eyes and cast a curt glare at the monitor, taking a cautious step away from it. "That kinda' hurt."

/My bad./

"Hmph," Dib grumbled with a roll of his eyes, turning away. He trekked across the room to his bed, the line of computer monitors alongside him flickering alive with each step he took. He stopped in front of his bed and swiveled around, eyeing the lone monitor that had caught up with him—it happened to be a hovering one.

"Why are you here anyway?" Dib queried, cocking a brow. He hadn't a clue why Computer was even hacking its way inside his house to begin with. Sure, he hadn't exactly snuck into Zim's base for the past month, entirely too irked to deal with the computer—he could still feel wire encircling his wrist, but he didn't think it would warrant him an unexpected visit.

The monitor disconnected from the wall, hovering in place for a second or two, before gradually zoning in towards Dib. The teen visibly jumped and took a hasty step backwards, the back of his knees thumping crudely against the mattress. He could hear the thrumming hum of the computer monitor, could feel the crackling heat radiating from the screen where it tickled at his face, and Dib couldn't help but gulp and take in a shuddering breath.

/Your heart rate is erratic./

"Huh?" Dib asked foggily, his eyes glazed over. His brain felt cloudy for some reason—muggy, as if his entire body was barreling through a mucky cloud. Maybe the heat was getting to him, he guessed. He took a lungful of breath and straightened himself, willing the haze away, however as much as he tried to sooth his nerves, his defenses were shot when Computer interrupted his reverie.

/Perhaps you should lie down./

A/N: Hahhhhhhhh. Oh Computer. Sorry it's so short.

oAo