A heavy sigh filtered from his mouth as he slouched on the floor. What was he going to do with himself? Looking around the empty room he was sitting in, he watched the screen in front of him as the "other" Dib followed his enemy around like a love-sick puppy. Gritting his teeth, he looked away. He had lost contact with himself yet again thanks to those pills that alien kept feeding his body.
"Dammit." Standing up, he walked bare-footed along the white tiled floor, opening the door to the white hallway on the other side. It was a push door, no handle, which was good. When had woken up for the first time in this odd place that apparently was his inner mind. Or at least his "other" inner mind…he still couldn't figure it out. But anyway. The point was that he found himself in a strait jacket. So his hands were useless.
"I'm talking to myself again…" Sighing again, he shook his head and wandered down the corridor, pushing the next door open to the large white parking-lot type room. It was empty with multiple pillars lined in rows decorating the odd room. And, like the rest of the complex that he couldn't find a way out of, was blinding white.
He approached the old rusted speaker, pressing the "speak" button with his hip again. He waited for the crackling to stop, trying to decide what to say this time. Hearing his the small bell ring through out the room, indicating he could speak, he inhaled deeply.
"Dib?" He stood there, listening to his voice echo from the million speakers hidden in the room, reverberating off the walls eerily. He watched the speaker through a half-lidded gaze, hoping but not expecting an answer.
"…who are you…?" His amber eyes lit up as he heard his outside self answer.
"I'm you, Dib." He replied eagerly, watching the speaker to his left. "You. I'm trapped, Dib."
"…Zim said I'm not supposed to talk to you, you know. You would know if you were me." Dib frowned.
"I know that." He furrowed his brows. "But it's very important that you listen to me. I mean, it's not good if you can't trust yourself, right…?" His frown deepened.
"No, not really…but you're not me." He sighed. 'Here we go again,' he thought to himself, rolling his eyes. "Zim said you're just the way the house makes me think."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. We've been through this a million times." Closing his mouth, he thought out his next sentence carefully. "But just listen for a moment, okay? How can I remember these things if the pills that Zim has you take make me disappear…?"
Silence. Good.
"Exactly." Grinning, he exhaled slowly. "See? You need to trust me now."
"All right…"
"Run."
He frowned, panicking almost as the bell sounded to let him know he lost connection. He jogged to the screen room, hoping that the boy took his advice. Bursting through the door, he watched as his body did indeed run. But, much to his dismay, he ran into Zim's arms, sobbing about the voices. Gritting his teeth, he glared at the two on the screen.
"Dammit." He kicked at the wall beside him, cracking the solid object with a satisfying sound. "DAMMIT!!" He gave a devastating round house to one of the screens in the room, watching the glass shatter to the ground, his right eye twitching slight.
"I'm going to kill him…" he growled lowly. "I'll kill them both." With that, he sat back down solemnly amongst the glass, watching idly the screen in front of him again.