A/N: It's been over two months since I've updated this... Oof... Senioritis has been hitting me hard and I haven't even been working on my original stories. But I'm trying to get back into writing. Emphasis on trying.
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Pain.
It consumed him. It burned him, like a gasoline fueled fire. Every cell within him screamed in agony. And for an instant, pain was all that was...
...and then nothing. But nothing wasn't the best way to describe the transpiring phenomenon. There was the district feeling of weightlessness and heaviness at the same time, and there was the feeling of nothing at all. He couldn't feel his hair brushing the back of his neck, the clothes resting on his body, or even his limbs, but there was that oxymoron of a sensation.
There was no thought. He didn't wonder what happened, what was going on. There was no memory. Not of his father, or Gaz, or Zim. He didn't even know his name.
Dib was nonexistent, but he was there all the same. He had a sense of self, a sense of being--if you will--but not of much else.
But, like the pain, it was only for an instant.
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A/N: Once again, I have copied and pasted, but only because this chapter is amazing (at least in my opinion).