Hiiiiiii… Reeeeeeead…
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"It's been about seven hours," whispered Dib into his handheld recorder, "Seven… LONG hours… since I was cleverly able to put ZiM's dumb robot to sleep."
The boy looked over at GIR, who hissed in his sleep and swatted at nothing. Every once in a while, a phrase shot out of his mouth, terrifying the young human, not because it was loud and random but because it might have meant GIR was waking up again.
Dib sighed softly after the robot screamed, 'fried taco-wings dipped in pig-linens', then ranted on again as quietly as he could, "I haven't heard from ZiM or the Tallests, or anyone, for a long while. I'm going to assume that nothing much has happened since our last conversation, but then again…" he paused, scoffing, "nah, I'm almost never wrong. I'm just going to wait for a call later on and I'll program the ship from there."
Dib looked at the buttons on Tak's ship, pressing one that seemed to look like a navigation directive. The button beeped softly, then glowed as it opened up a hologram to indicate where Tak's ship was at the moment.
The human inspected the map then groaned as quietly as he could when he realized he was still many hours away from the mass of Irken ships delegating themselves towards the Massive.
Dib smiled and spoke back into his recorder, "I've just located where the Massive is stationed. At the speed my amazing ship, that I repaired and my little sister had very minimal impact on, is traveling now, we should be there in several hours, BUT…" he pressed a couple more buttons and pushed a small lever forward very slowly; the ship moved faster, "by simply requesting an increase of speed and moving it as slowly as possible to the preferred velocity, I can have us there in about an hour."
The boy smirked, leaning back into his seat, sighing in content, "Yep, I'm a genius. And amazing."
GIR screeched out, 'fallin' from dah skies like the French's baton' then settled back down.
Dib jumped slightly and growled, frowning as he went to talk back into his recorder, "I think I'm gonna tell ZiM to keep GIR as far away from…" he looked into his hand to see that his recorder was missing.
The young human glared and looked under his seat, then over at GIR as though the little robot had done something in his sleep. But the SIR unit hadn't even moved. Dib stood, Tak's ship in autopilot, and started looking under and behind various consoles, feeling as though he was going insane.
The recorder was gone.
Dib felt his frustration building. He knew he just had it, he KNEW he just had it, but, also, he KNEW he JUST had it! Dib dug into his pockets, turning up nothing, and even dug into his boots just to be safe. When he found his person lacking a recorder, he sat himself on the floor of Tak's ship to relax and think.
The human stayed there for a few minutes until he felt the ship seem to bump into something. It was soft, so he didn't think it did any damage, but Dib got up anyway and looked out the front of the cockpit. And at that moment he wished he had simply ignored it and allowed himself to endure a tantrum at his lost recorder.
It was a club sandwich.
Dib stared at it in confusion and horror, blinking to make sure he was not going crazy.
GIR was suddenly next to him staring at the sandwich with him, "It calls to the bacon maker…"
The boy's eyes were wide enough already, but seemed to grow in confusion at GIR's comment, "The… the what?"
The robot looked at him, then back at the sandwich, "It is a bad sandwich. It calls to the one to complete it. The bacon."
Dib shook his head, glaring, "GIR, go back to sleep! Stop… Stop doing crazy things and…" he looked back outside at the sandwich, growling, "that's not even real!"
GIR smiled at him, his voice sounding much more different, "Then why can you see it?"
The voice sounded like his sister.
Dib yelped in surprise and scrambled back to his seat up in front.
GIR smirked, eyes glowing purple, "What's wrong, Dib? You're just going crazy like I said you would," his sister's voice cackled, "Crrrrraaaaaazyeeee…"
Dib screamed and shut his eyes, opening them again to see that GIR was no longer in the ship. The human panted to regain breath and whimpered, trying to calm himself.
"It's O.K." he hugged himself to stop trembling, "I'm O.K., I was just…"
The boy opened his eyes to see that the sandwich was gone. He breathed a sigh of relief and stood, shaking his head.
"I fell asleep," he concluded as he went to the back of the ship, "I've been making sure the ship's been flying right since we left and that means-"
"Eleven hours…" a voice sang out.
Dib stopped mid-step, his pupils shrinking to the size of a period. Much like the period at the end of this sentence. There! You saw it, right? It was small, so small that it could easily describe the size of Dib's pupils…
The boy looked around, trembling again, "G-Gaz? Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was leaving, but I WILL take the trash out and you can either leave it or pile it up into my room if you want! Just stop this!"
The voice giggled, whispering so he couldn't even tell whose voice it was anymore, "Eleven hours since you left, seven ago since the robot offlined. Bad things are coming."
Dib gulped, deciding to indulge this voice, "What's… c-coming?"
The voice shrieked in terror, sobbing, "You asked! You asked! Warned you were, but you asked!"
The boy covered his ears to drown out the sobbing, then ran back to the front of the ship.
"No," the voice said shakily, "not that way. Stay in the back, it can't see you then."
Dib whimpered, "The… bad thing?"
The voice cried softly, "Don't let it find you. It hurts. It hungers. It hates. But it wants…"
The human boy grit his teeth, preparing to cover his ears if the voice shrieked again, "What does the bad thing want?"
The voice fell silent.
Dib frowned and looked around, "Hey… Hey! What does the bad thing want?"
The ship around him rumbled and shook violently, bouncing the human around and the voice cried loudly, "It wants all! Trapped in the dark, it wants the light! All it can see now, it craves! But if the bad takes the light, the light will die! Light all places burn black then stop! All things die, all things die, ALL THINGS DIE!"
Dib screamed and ran to the front of the ship, despite the previous warning, and jumped into the front seat to curl up. He sobbed into his hands, trembling again. Then everything calmed. The boy looked up, sniffing and saw nothing. The ship didn't even creak.
Dib sat up and sighed, taking his glasses off to wipe his eyes. When he put them back on, he looked out the front of the cockpit.
There was something out there. A background of pink and red waves of galaxies and stars sat behind it. It was a nothing. But it was there. Dib shivered as he sat forward, looking closely.
It moved. It was black, a dark gray where the light managed to reach it. In space, this thing, whatever it was, was balled up tightly, probably to keep warm. And then it was on the glass.
It was tall. It was dark. It seemed to be made of a sludge or oil or some muddy liquid. It had arms with shiny black claws on the hands. It had a body, but no legs. It looked up, but had no distinguishing features: its eyes and mouth seemed to melt in with the rest of the face.
It calmed Dib to see this thing. It had a soothing aura.
"The bad thing…" the voice whispered.
The creature's mouth gapped open, strands of the sludge still connecting to the top and bottom parts of the jaw. Now the aura felt different.
The creature reached in, the glass seeming to be a hologram to it and tried to grab Dib. The boy screamed and jumped away, trying to get back to the rear of his ship. The creature followed quickly, easily snagging the boy with tentacles growing from the tips of its arms and the bottom of its body. It pulled him back, all the while the voice sobbing.
Dib struggled, even when the creature held him in a tight grip against its body. The sludge began to encase him.
"It loves the light so much…" the voice sobbed, "It loves the warmth. But it can only love too tightly…"
Dib gasped for breath, being suffocated, "H-how… make it… stop…"
The voice gasped, and cried softer, "It cannot stop. It wants… It needs the love… It only wants the light's love to keep it warm… The Void stays cold without the light, but this is how it must stay…"
The human tried to reach out, but the sludge pulled his arm back. The last thing he saw was the light from the ceiling of his ship as he was encased. As it grew dark, Dib heard the voice sob again.
"It loves the light so much…"
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Dib woke screaming and sobbing, his head bolting up from the control console of his ship. ZiM's surprised scream joined him, a visual projection on a small screen showing his holographic being. GIR stayed asleep for a moment more, before shooting up and joining the ruckus, sobbing and shrieking in shock.
Dib settled down enough to sob into his arms, his body in a full shudder as he cried.
ZiM growled, panting to calm himself, "Dib… Dib! What the Irk was that? You are trying to…" he stopped when Dib refused to respond to the beginning of the lecture, "… Dib, what has gone wrong? ZiM called to inform you that the Resisty has begun making rounds to snuff out Reep's allies."
The boy sobbed, his handheld recorder being crushed in his hand. It was still recording.
The hologram sighed on the other side of the screen, "Dib. What has gone wrong?"
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Read this chapter again. At night. When it's late. It has a much more curious affect. Especially since that is when I wrote it and NO, it's not a filler. It's important... R.R. if you'd like.