Dib is a pretty child. His short black hair had cropped neatly at the nape of his neck with no split ends, even IT considered that odd spike set on top of the human's head was endearing. Soft, pale skin that blended in almost perfectly with white walls, and a pouty pink mouth. An alluring pair of eyes, huge glassy orbs of gold.
IT loved his eyes, so much that IT often fantasized about yanking them out and putting them in a jar.
Big magenta optics watched as the boy maneuvered through the cut of grass, sitting under a shady area and falling down on his back. IT has seen him before, wondering around outside when he should be at home, dozing off in the grass.
The first time; it was a 'at first sight' cliché, IT saw Dib and decided almost immediately that he must have him.
IT followed him home, went to 'Skool' with him, slept in his room.
Dib never noticed he existed until IT started touching him.
xxx
The first time; IT noticed that Dib cried, very often, wrapped into a tight ball in his bedsheets at night - wailing inarticulately.
It made something uncomfortable bubble up in his insides, his human's cries made his body ache unpleasantly, he wanted to make the human feel better -
Dib's eyes widen as he hears the window open, he opens his mouth to scream but is cut off when he feels IT fall onto the bed, window slamming shut.
Jerked upwards, Dib finds his fingers gripping onto the sleeves of IT's uniform, his face is pressed against the slope of IT's shoulder and chest. IT sighs and pats Dib slowly on the back, but Dib still sobs.
Gently, IT disentangles itself from Dib, clasping his hands, "Shush."
IT kisses Dib on the mouth, slowly, warmly and it makes the boy's breath hitch in surprise.
IT drags it's hand up the inside of the boy's thigh, claws scraping against the flesh and the boys breathes in sharply, body tight in anticipation.
The boy's pants are down to his ankles, IT always starts with it's middle finger, slowly.
Dib rests on his back, one hand knotted in the fabric of the bedsheets while the other is wrapped painfully tight against IT's black stem.
IT reaches up, prying open the boy's mouth and bunching up his shirt, inserting it in and clamping it shut - Dib doesn't like the way the fabric feels against his teeth.
"Shhh." IT hisses, lowering itself again, lowering it's head.
Noise. Muffled.
Dib cries out, in a good way this time, and IT is very happy.
xxx
Jessica is awful.
Dib, more often then not, has vivid and descriptive fantasies about killing her. Tearing her pretty hair off of her head, beating her unconscious with a metal pipe, seeing if her insides are as ugly as her behavior deemed.
"Your so skinny, you kind of look like a girl," Jessica said, words adopting a teasing lilt. "Does that mean you like boys?"
Dib squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, trying to focus on the long-division problems in front of him. Jessica's insults shouldn't bother him, they aren't even clever, there almost as dumb as she is.
"No," Dib countered, "You should go sit down before you get in trouble."
"I don't have to," Jessica spits, her manicured nails catching a loose thread on her outfit, she picks at the cotton - twisting it around one of her fingers until it was stretched tight. "Why are you such a geek?"
Her stupid questions continued, and Dib can feel his eye twitch.
"Shut up!" Dib replied irritably, turning around in his desk to snarl at her. She stood on the balls of her feet, leaning forward on his desk casually.
Jessica grinned a little at the explosive response she had prompted from him, Dib realizes this was a mistake, now she would never stop.
"Dib, why don't you have any friends? Do you get lonley?" She asks, voice soft and teasing.
Dib stays quiet, and Jessica waits so long for him to speak again, but he doesn't. She sighs, moving away from him and going back to her seat. Maybe next time.
xxx
Dib sat staring vacantly into the bedrooms walls, arms wrapped around his legs, his chin resting on his knees. At times like these, which were so often lately, Dib often finds himself wishing he had an imaginary friend.
Maybe his imagination was so pathetic that it couldn't even make up a fake friend for him.
The thought is too disheartening, he cries so hard that he finds himself exhausted, he crawls under the covers.
xxx
Dib hears footsteps in the hallway, a muffled hiss flitting through the air, shallow breathing and feet on floorboards.
Dib shoots up, quickly fumbling for the light switch-
The moon is peaking through the blinds again, filling the room with a dull glow.
A shadow plays across Dib's bedroom wall, one that isn't his own.
"...Hi..."