A/N: Sorry for the last chapter being so short, here's a longer chapter to make up for it. You'll see why I didn't connect the two lol

A bit more emails between the two of them in the beginning here and I found this to be quite an amusing chapter.

Anyway, enjoy Dib's craziness!! Woo!!

Happy New Year Everyone!

--DarkGryph

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Chapter 5 – South Park Meets Dib ((Dib's POV))

From: angelboi666

Subject: Re: Read your blog…

See them for yourself?? They've been showing up every night now for the past week…I'm sure you won't be disappointed if you could find a way down here to Colorado…

KM

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From: agentmothman89

Subject: Re: Read your blog…

Colorado eh? My dad is going to a meeting speech…thing…in Denver in a week. He was already talking about dragging us with him. Maybe I could drop by?

Agent Mothman

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From: angelboi666

Subject: Re: Read your blog…

That would be cool…Denver is actually really close. You could take the bus in and spend the night here or something…they only show up at night.

KM

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From: agentmothman89

Subject: Re: Read your blog…

I could do that, just give me a bus schedule and we can figure out all the details afterwards. This is going to be so great…you sure you're ok with this?

Agent Mothman

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From: angelboi666

Subject: Re: Read your blog…

Of course dude! You can stay at my friend's house ((It's much better than mine)) I've attached a bus schedule to this email.

KM

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And so here I was, on the bus heading for a small mountain town called South Park, Colorado to meet Angelboi666 in person or well Kenny McKormick and his three friends who appear to have been showing the most interest in their sightings. It reminded me of my situation a bit…though Kenny had told me that the people seemed to take it all in to much higher extremes than I have even imagined. I had shrugged off that detail, hey… at least they seemed to have noticed.

The bus jolted to a stop letting a new wave of people on the bus to replace the ones getting off, "I tell ya Ned those deer just keep getting meaner and meaner!" A man dressed in torn up hunter's clothes that looked like he just went through an explosion.

"Mmmyep…" A shorter man wearing army clothes that were equally torn up and singed said through a mechanized voice box.

"I can't believe they chased us off a cliff! Now I have to go and get a new truck," the hunter was saying as he sat down in the seat behind me, "Well at least we got 'em in the end there."

"We sure taught them a lesson," Ned agreed sitting down next to the hunter.

I frowned to myself as the bus started rolling again listening in on their conversation about hunting evil deer. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and I turned around in my seat, "Normal deer don't chase trucks..." I said quirking my eyebrow, "Were these mutant deer?"

The hunters looked at me in surprise that I was questioning them. They stared at me blankly for a moment until the first hunter spoke up, "Why I never thought of that before! That would explain a lot right Ned?"

"Mmmyep…Mutant deer," Ned agreed.

"Huh?" I asked not quite sure if that was the actual case or if the two simply agreed with me.

"Boy oh boy now we really need to get a new truck so we can finish off the rest of those mutant deer!" the hunter stated, "There's no telling how many there are and since they are more aggressive then they'll be more likely to starve!"

"Mmmyep" Ned agreed.

"What do you mean?" I asked, "They'll be more likely to starve because they are more aggressive then a normal deer??"

"That's right!" the hunter nodded with a grin.

"I don't get it?" I said raising an eyebrow skeptically.

"You're still young," the hunter said as if it explained everything, "Allow me to explain…You see Ned and I go on hunting trips to save the wild life…especially endangered species and such. Mutant deer are rather aggressive compared to normal deer so they need a lot of space to roam and eat…but this forest isn't big enough for the normal deer and the growing population of mutant deer, so it is our job to clear them out so neither kind will starve to death."

I stared at him blankly trying to make some sort of sense from all the nonsense he just spewed, "And that's…not good?" I questioned.

"No…No it's not," the hunter said shaking his head.

"We don't want them to starve," Ned added.

"Okay…that makes sense…I think," I said still feeling confused about the logic of what I was told but it was reasonable.

"Don't worry if you don't understand," the hunter said, I must have been thinking to hard, "My nephew and his friends didn't get it at first either…yep he's about your age and can't hunt worth a darn," He laughed, "Hey we didn't introduce each other! I'm Jimbo and this here is Ned!"

"How're you doing?" Ned asked in his mechanized voice.

"I'm fine…" I said, "My name is Dib, I'm into paranormal studies…I'm going to South Park to see the aliens."

"Oh the Visitors??" Jimbo said, "Yep we've seen those a lot lately, but we can't get them to come out of their space ships to say 'hello'!"

"Nope…That's because you shot at the last one," Ned's mechanized voice droned.

I quirked my eyebrow again, "You can't shoot a spaceship!"

"Oh yes you can and I did too!" Jimbo beamed, "It wasn't enough to bring the sucker down though, goin' to try a rocket next time."

"A rocket!!" I nearly jumped out of my seat, "Why! You'd destroy it!"

Jimbo nodded, "It'll teach those Visitors a lesson! Not to come to our world ya know?"

"I see…" I said wondering why I hadn't thought of setting a rocket on Zim. It was too extreme that's why, blowing up Zim with a rocket would also blow up part of the surrounding houses and cause everyone to hate me even more. These two didn't seem to care about how much destruction it would cause on the town though. That was more than apparent when they had first gotten on the bus boasting about how they lost their truck down a cliff. I decided to question it, "Wouldn't that hit the town too??"

Jimbo and Ned looked at each other and shrugged, "It might…But any damage we cause would be less then if we let the Visitors run rampant," Jimbo answered, "Why they've already killed quite a few cows… And those ships just look nasty."

Ned nodded in agreement.

I sighed, maybe I wasn't being extreme enough and that's why Zim was still here and possibly plotting something while I was away. I just hoped he wouldn't figure out that I was gone.

"Oh look! This is our stop," Jimbo said, "Welcome to South Park Dib!"

I grinned, "Thanks Jimbo, I had an…interesting talk with you and Ned sure made the time go by faster. Hey are there any other things in the forest that are strange beside the mutant deer? I've seen Bigfoot once in my garage…he was using the belt sander…and…"

"Holy smokes!" Jimbo exclaimed cutting me off and causing a few of the other passengers to stare, "You actually saw Bigfoot?!"

"Uh yeah…" I answered nervously.

"Well…did ya get him?" Jimbo asked.

"No…he ran off before I could even get my camera and I never saw him again," I sighed.

"Oh…so that means he's still at large too huh?" Jimbo said as the bus pulled into the South Park Station.

"We should get going," Ned said.

"Huh? Oh yeah we have to go get that new truck!" Jimbo said shouldering his rifle and standing up, "You got a place to stay Dib?"

"Yeah…I do," I said following them off the bus, "Uh…good luck with those mutant deer."

"Thanks and good luck to you with those Visitors," Jimbo said, "If you can't git 'em then just call us! We have plenty of rockets!"

"Mmmyep," Ned said as the two went off on their way and they continued on some other conversation.

"That…was kind of weird…" I muttered watching them go. My attention was diverted by a kid around my age with an old orange parka, pale blue eyes, and bits of blond hair sticking out of the hood came up to me with a questionable look.

"Mm…mmf" He asked smiling at me hopefully.

"Uh…huh??" I asked, his voice was too muffled to understand him.

"Mmf??" He pulled his hood down, "Oops sorry," He snickered nervously, "Are you Dib??"

I nodded, "Yeah…that would make you Kenny??" I asked, he looks poor and starved…maybe that's why he's having me stay at a friend's house instead of his.

"Oh cool!" He cheered, "We were getting worried about you."

"Um…We?" I asked, "Are your friends here too?"

He sighed and pointed over his shoulder at a group of bickering boys, "Yeah…Cartman and Kyle don't get along so well…plus Cartman is in a really bad mood 'cause his Emo cousin just showed up. That's the dark looking one standing off to the side, haven't caught his name yet. Cartman is the one in front of him and he's yelling at Kyle. The one coming over is Stan; you'll be staying at his house tonight."

I looked over at them; to me it looked like Cartman (odd name) and Kyle were in some sort of meaningless argument over why they were there, I think. Stan had apparently gotten bored and was coming over to see what we were doing. I felt a sort of sinking feeling as he walked over, he had the intimidating look of a jock and the over bearing presence of popularity, which were the kind of people I generally avoided.

His midnight blue eyes focused on Kenny after looking me over, "This him?" He asked Kenny who nodded with a big grin, Stan smiled over at me instead of looking down to me like other jocks and popular kids back home did, "Hey, I'm Stan."

I glanced at him shocked for a moment and finally smiled back, "I'm Dib!"

"So you're going to help us with the Visitors huh? Mom already said that you could stay at our house while you were here. I bet there will be some out tonight."

"Yeah thanks," I said, "I'm looking forward to seeing them."

Stan turned around to the bickering duo, "Hey you guys cut that out! Dib's here!"

Kyle turned his head to look over at Stan with a faint blush of embarrassment on his freckled face, "Huh? Oh sorry…"

Cartman however rolled his eyes, "Tch whateva…"

I winced a bit when he spoke. I didn't mind Stan's sense of popularity since he was being nice to me but Cartman was a completely different story. He held an intimidating look of a manipulative and scheming mind that made him even more dangerous than his large size. I didn't like him one bit.

"Aw don't be mean Cartman," Kenny whined, "Dib's going to see the Visitors with us tonight."

Cartman frowned, "I don't give a shit Kennah!" He thrust a finger over his shoulder to the emo kid, "I have meh own problems to deal with right now. I'm not going Visitor hunting with you and your nerdy friend…"

I frowned, man this guy was rude.

"You're not coming?" Kenny asked sounding a bit disappointed, "Uh…sorry to hear that Cartman."

Kyle rolled his eyes, "I'm not…" He muttered.

"Fuck you Jew!" Cartman snapped giving Kyle the bird, "And fuck you too Stan!"

Stan narrowed his eyes, "Me?! What did I do?"

"Just fuck you ok…I'm going home!" he snapped back before Stan could finish protesting, "Common Alex," He said with obvious reluctance and stormed off accidentally knocking Kenny off balance as he passed with the emo kid in tow.

Kenny staggered a bit and ended up slipping on some ice so he fell hard on his butt in the road. There was a honking followed by Stan and Kyle yelling, "Kenny look…!" and ending with a sickening crunching sound as a passing bus slammed into Kenny and flattened his body into the road.

Stan's midnight eyes widened and he let out a gasp, "Oh my God! He killed Kenny!!"

Kyle glared accusingly at Cartman's retreating figure and raised his fist, "You Bastard!"

"Oh no! What are we going to do!" I yelled completely baffled, "Did you see that!?" I called out to some of the people passing by. They looked at the bloody smear on the icy road, shrugged and went on their way. I looked over at Stan and Kyle who were mumbling amongst themselves now about there plans for tonight since Kenny was gone. It all sounded so…casual. Like it hadn't really happened. I looked around silently with a quirked eyebrow and realized that everyone was carrying on as if nothing had happened. The proof that it had was there smeared into the ice and it was really bugging me that no one cared.

"What's wrong with you people!?" I questioned loudly causing a few to stare including Stan and Kyle, "This kid just got ran over by a bus! Aren't you going to do anything about it?!"

The people looked from me to the road kill that was Kenny, then to me and back to Kenny before silently going about their day again. I looked pleadingly at Stan and Kyle, "Well?"

They exchanged glances and shrugged, "He's dead…" Stan stated.

"Yeah," Kyle agreed, "Those bastards killed him…"

"I get that…" I said exasperatedly, "But…why isn't anyone doing anything about it?"

Stan and Kyle looked at me completely baffled for a moment until Stan finally spoke up, "He's dead Dib…there's nothing we can do…"

"But!" I protested motioning to the bloody smear.

"Dude it's alright," Stan said, "The rats will take him away…see there they are."

I looked back at the body, a few large rats had shown up and were taking the pieces and running off with them, "H-hey! Stop that!" I swatted at a few of them and they backed off chattering their teeth in annoyance.

"Dude! Dude!" Stan pulled me back, "Its ok…they're only cleaning up the mess. Common lets go back to my house, we can see the Visitors tomorrow night."

He continued to drag me away, "B-but…it's not right!" I protested.

Stan shrugged, "He'll be back…" he muttered.

I quirked an eyebrow at him in confusion, "Huh?"

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