Hey guys! What if I told you… there are more important things than SEX! Ugh! That's why I never read any of your Fanfics, to avoid reading one of those! Seriously, writing about sexual topics doesn't make you cool, it makes you look like an idiot. :(
Dib woke up with a start. He swore he saw shadows of Zim on the wall. He heard Zim's creepy voice, that maniac laughter. The laughter filled Dib's ears. It bounced off the edges of his skull. He visualized those knife claws. He saw them again rip through his flesh. He shivered. The shadows weren't going away. What if Zim was in the room? Zim was definitely in the room. He began to sweat. He was panicking. He didn't want to die! He was still sleeping with his father, but… but what if Zim killed his father too? What would he do without his dad? Dib began to scream. Professor Membrane woke up. He tried to comfort his son.
"Son, what's wrong?" He asked gently.
"Dad! I think Zim's in this room!" Professor Membrane shook his head.
"No, Son, he's not." Professor Membrane turned on the light to prove to Dib that Zim was no where to be found. Dib stopped shivering.
"Dad, can we sleep with the light on tonight?" Dib asked. Professor Membrane smiled.
"Sure."
The next day, Zim walked over to Dib's house to see how he was doing. He rang the doorbell. Gaz answered. Zim smiled.
"Hi Gaz, can I—"
"No, you cannot see Dib," she interrupted bitterly. Zim swallowed.
"Hey, genuis… did you know that increased amounts of stress can weaken your immune system? That's what happened to Dib. He's sick! He has a fever and it's all because of you!" She shoved Zim back.
"You idiot! You ruined my brother's life! You know he's now too scared to go anywhere anymore by himself? As you know, he has special education classes and physical issues. And now a weak immune system? He hates you. Stop trying to make amends for what you did. There is nothing you can do for him anymore. Go away. You're making him worse! He'll only get better as soon as you're gone!" Gaz yelled. Se kicked him down to the floor. Zim yelped in pain.
"Gaz stop! I don't want him to feel paranoid anymore! I'm honestly trying to help him!"
"Well, you should've 'helped' him sooner. Because now there is absolutely nothing you can do!" She slammed the door in Zim's face. Zim walked away slowly. He was sad that Gaz had treated him this way, but he knew what he would do. He would make Dib a get well card. Hopefully it would help a little.
"GIR!" Zim shouted when he got home.
"Yes, Master?"
"We are going to make a project! A project… of art!" Gir squealed.
"YAY! I'M A GET THE PAPER AND THE GLUE!" Gir returned with a whole bin full of art supplies.
"WHAT WE GON' MAKE, MASTER? WE GON' MAKE SPARKLY CUPCAKES AND STUFF?" Gir asked excitedly.
"No, Gir," Zim said. "We are going to make a card for the Dib, who is currently ill."
"YAY! ILLNESS!"
"No, Gir! That's bad!"
"YAY! BADNESS!"
"Ergh. Never mind. We have not time for fooling around! Hand me a piece of yellow construction paper, Gir!" Gir did as he was told.
Zim splattered glue on the paper.
"Glitter, Gir!" The glitter was handed over. Zim poured sparkles all over the gluey areas. He heard giggling from Gir.
"Look, Master! I'm the card!" Gir had proceeded to cover himself in glue then sprinkle glitter on himself.
"Cute, Gir." Zim said, annoyed.
"HEE HEE!"
Zim was quite pleased with his finished project. He had written "Get Well Soon, Dib-human" in blue paint, and he'd as carefully as he could drawn some flowers on the card. There was also the glitter, of course.
"Master, why are there suns of the floor?" Gir asked.
"Eh? Those aren't suns! They're flowers! Look, I'm not the best artist, okay? Let's just put this in Dib's mailbox!" They scampered out of the house and to Dib's house. Zim dropped the letter in the mailbox and skipped off. He looked at Gir happily.
"He's gonna love it, Gir!" Zim said happily. He ran off with Gir.
"Dib," said Professor Membrane. "I'm going to check the mail. I'll be right back." When Professor Membrane opened the mailbox, he was surprised to see a letter from Zim.
"Look, Son," he said, walking act into the house. He handed Dib the card. Dib read it through.
"No one's given me a card before," he said thoughtfully. He smiled.
"Dad…" Dib said.
"Yes, Son?"
"Could you please put this somewhere safe for me?" Professor Membrane smiled.
"Of course." He put it on the nightstand in his room where Dib usually slept. He came back to Dib. Dib was standing up.
"Son, what's wrong?" Dib smiled sheepishly.
"I threw up five times over there." Dib said, pointing. Gaz immediately got up.
"I'll clean it." She went into the kitchen and got some cleaning supplies. Professor Membrane came over to comfort Dib, who had begun to throw up again. The doorbell rang. Gaz stormed over to the door. She swung it open.
"What now, Zim?! Can't you see this is not a good time! She said, motioning to Dib, who was still vomiting. Dib coughed a bit and raised his head.
"Wait!" He said. It hurt to say that word. His throat felt raw from throwing up so much. He walked over slowly to Zim.
"Thanks for the card. It was the first card I have ever gotten, I mean, from a classmate." He smiled. "And… sorry you have to see me like this." Dib turned around and vomited. Zim stepped inside. He hugged Dib gently.
"Feel better, human, he whispered. He then walked off without saying another word.
Thought I'd put some extra goopy fluff into this chapter, especially considering it's a short one. Yes… my attempt at gooey fluff is to make a character sick. Because anyone who frequently reads my Fics knows that I adore doing that. I feel sorry for Dib because I've never thrown up in front of a friend before… wait, does my mom count?