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VINDICATION	By : Florville Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 29601 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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*Disclaimer: I do not own the Invader Zim characters and am not making any money off of this story. The characters and concept of the Invader Zim show, as well as JTHM, to which there are a few references, belong to the almighty Jhonen Vasquez (and I think partially to Nickelodeon). ALL HAIL THE MIGHTY JHONEN!! This disclaimer applies FOR ALL FUTURE CHAPTERS OF THIS FANFIC.

CHAPTER ONE: Decision

****just an additional disclaimer for this entry; contemplated suicide****

Dib sat on the roof of the Membrane house, looking up at the night sky for the last time.

He couldn’t take it any more. As he struggled through his last year of Hi-Skool, things were getting worse than they ever had been before. After his father and sister had tried repeatedly to get him committed to a mental institution, some shrink finally diagnosed Dib as having bipolar disorder. Dib scowled down at the shingles beneath his feet. So he was manic depressive. Big hairy deal. It made no difference, really; people had always treated him like he was nuts, diagnosis or not. But as he looked down at the open switchblade in his hand, then back up at the stars, he decided that it was probably the only diagnosis that explained anything in regards to him wanting to…end things.

He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair, the swoop that he’d worn up for so long as a kid now worn down beside his face, framing his features on one side and bringing less attention to the size of his head, which, as his teenage years went past, became more proportionate to his body size. In fact, by now everything about him looked pretty normal, perhaps even a little attractive; however, it was what was on the inside that made everyone ostracize him.

When his vision started to get a little fuzzy, he frowned and took off his glasses, polishing them and then putting them back on before realizing that it was tears blurring his sight. Dib sighed and pulled the glasses off again, rubbing at his eyes. He hated feeling like this…he hated it so much…feeling like the only thing that would stop people from hurting and ridiculing him was to just die and get away from all of them. Looking down at the wrinkled soon-to-be suicide note in his hand, he sighed. There was only one word on the page.

Believe.

It was the only thing he could think to write. It was the only message he wanted to convey to anyone who met him, and the one message that everyone consistently ignored.

As Dib lowered the blade to his forearm again, he gritted his teeth. This was the only way out. But…he looked up at the stars again and felt an ache inside. For so long he’d thought of himself as special…he’d dreamed of something out there. He’d dreamed that some day he might leave Earth to go and visit distant worlds. Dreamed of other beings, other forms of life that may one day come to Earth. And then, oh mockery of mockeries…an alien came and set up base just down the street from him.

Zim.

Dib scowled. Everybody ignored it, even though it was painfully obvious. Although now Zim had lived on Earth for several years, and had gone through several changes himself, all of which made Dib’s protests and accusations more and more futile.

For one, Zim had grown taller and had perfected his disguise. He now went as a pale-skinned teen, with long black hair tied back in a low ponytail, dark green eyes outlined with black eyeliner, and black clothes with knee-high black combat boots. In fact, Zim looked so human now that if Dib hadn’t known the truth about him, he may have mistaken him for one.

Dib lifted the blade for the hundredth time. If he went through with this, then Zim would go unchecked in his mission, and would probably succeed in conquering the Earth. But why should he care? If he went through with this, he wouldn’t be here to witness it anyway. And if he didn’t go through with this, what was there to gain? More mockery, less and less proof of Zim’s true identity, and more and more anguish for himself. And possibly, just possibly, slavery to Zim in the end. Possibly.

Dib sighed heavily, clenching his eyes closed. There really was nothing here for him to make him want to stay. His father ignored him, and his sister was always beating the crap out of him when she wasn’t ignoring him too. Even the Swollen Eyeball had disowned him, all of his equipment had been confiscated and all of his transmissions to their circle were blocked and deleted before arriving.

As he looked up to the stars, Dib felt a growing sense of despair inside of him. All of those distant places he longed to see, to visit and explore…places Zim could just hop into the Voot Runner and take off to. And after nearly eight years, Dib still couldn’t get Tak’s ship to attain escape velocity. He was positive now that it never would.

So why live? Why keep going when there was nothing to gain, nothing to dream of, or strive to achieve? At least Zim had a goal.

Zim…

Dib paused as something dawned on him.

If ending it all was the only way out, then Zim would undoubtedly succeed in his mission. And if Zim was going to succeed in his mission if he died, then what difference would it make if Dib lived and simply tried to join Zim in his conquest of Earth? It would be like he’d gone through with it, only he’d be alive, and on Zim’s side.

Dib closed the switchblade and considered this.

Could he really forsake his own race to join the Irkens in their conquest? Being a creature of logic, he needed to measure the pros and cons.

What did he have to gain by joining Zim? Well, he’d prove to all the non-believers that he’d been right all along. He grinned…ahh, the sweet taste of vindication. That would be a definite plus. And he’d get to see the stars, and meet other alien races. Another plus. And power, and wealth, and all that stuff would be his, although Dib didn’t really care much for the material things. He was more interested in knowledge and exploration. And those were things that he could gain by joining Zim in his conquest of Earth.

But what did he have to lose? What were the negatives of the decision to abandon his own race? Well, they may become extinct. Then again, that would be their own fault for being too stupid to recognize the growing alien threat. He’d be abandoning his family…well, his father and sister anyway. But all they’d done for the past few years was try and get him thrown into a loony bin anyway. He scowled. No loss there, really.

Dib rose to his feet and looked down the street at Zim’s house, now painted a discreet shade of beige, and tossed the switchblade into the night.

He’d made his decision.

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Well, here it is, my firstest fic ever on aff.net! Hope everyone likes it...it's probably going to end up being pretty long, so stay tuned!
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