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The Expression of the Stars	By : SaphireMMTPX Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4577 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The Expression of the Stars

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Today's episode brought to by:

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Travel the world, meet interesting people, and kill them!

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Dedication: Sakata

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Chapter 5:

Enter the Disturbing Dream-World of Dib Here!

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I blinked and looked around. I had just waken up, yet, didn't I just fall asleep? I looked to my left. I saw some pretty tripped out melting clocks on trees. Beside, on a dock, was a bald Chinese man, mouth open in a silent scream. Ok, now this was fucked up. At my right, was a forest, and back, when I turned around, was the sea. Or ocean, with a dock. Whatever, some type of large body of water. Ok, so far it wasn't Alice in Wonderland. I heard a deafening screech. I instinctively, held my ears and screamed out in shocked pain, having my brain almost melt away to nothing. As I cracked an eye open, and looked upwards, I managed to catch a glimpse of a dragon swooping down on me. I dropped to my side and rolled off into the woods, which some how ended up downhill. I rolled and rolled, finally smacking into a tree, and something fell on me. I looked at my crotch to see a dead rat laying there, it's head severed and. . . Pink strawberry jam oozing out? Ok, really fucked up.

"Heeeeeeeeey! Give mesa the tasty doughnut back? Pwease?" I looked around while rubbing the back of my head. The pain was doing a very good job to let me know I would have a bruise there. I thought I heard GIR. I swear I had heard him. Otherwise I was going insane.

"Up here!" I looked up, GIR was there, only in his dog suit, grinning from ear to ear. He looked like. . . NO! I refuse to think of it. This cannot be an Alice in Wonderland dream! Wait, dream? If it's a dream can't I change it? I stopped, and started thinking and concentrating hard. I thought of distorting this place to something bit more familiar or entertaining. Nothing happened when I opened my eyes.

"Curses! Foiled again!" I clasped a hand to my mouth instantly. I had not just said that! Everything in the dream was getting cheesier and cheesier. Next thing you know I'll run into Walrus and the Carpenter.

"Hello? My doughnut mister?" I looked back up and bent over, picking up the disgusting jelly-filled carcass and threw it upwards. "Tank joo!" He giggled and disappeared, only his eyes were left, and a creepy grin with his tongue sticking out. I turned and ran out of the forest towards the sea. I ran into a large white coated man. When my eyes focused properly, I smiled.

"Dad?!" I opened my arms to hug him, but, when he turned around, he was not only the exact likeness of my father from the backside, but when he turned around, he looked some what like a clown. I‘m deafly afraid of clowns.

"Dad? Who is the parental unit you speak of? I haven't seen a "dad" anywhere." I backed up. He had the body of my father, but the face of a clown. And that was uber frightening. I wondered why he looked so grotesque, then I remembered this is my fucked up dream world, from the very same place that the creepy twisted dimensional version of the real world was created.

"Uh, sorry I must have mistaken you for someone else. Who are you?" I asked as the figured that very much resembled a happy 'Donald Macfondle' or that short clown from Pawns, loomed over me and chuckled. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a large knife, an evil homicidal glint twinkled off the edge of his goggles.

"I'm. . ." He waited as if a drum roll was in order, or a dramatic pause, "I can't remember!" With that, weirdo Membrane turned on his heel, and started to stab at the ground. When I looked over, I saw that a strange girl with purple hair and huge braces was stuck under at large rock in the ground. Though fate was kind to her in real life, and let her body grow into her teeth. She got a little bit prettier, but not Avareel Larviin pretty. I was a bit confused to say the least. When the clown was done, he lifted up the girl. She looked like a ton of bricks hit her. She looked at me and laughed, way out of character, then began to chuck rocks and various type s of sweet treats at me. Where she got them I really do not want to know.

I turned back towards the woods and fled. I ran past the creepy Cheshire GIR, avoiding the few bits of mutilated rat body parts he threw at me, and high tailed it until I came to a large leather house in the shape of a giant shoe, another like a top hat, and another like a teapot. Ok, this was getting scarier by the second. And if I know my fairy tales, and I do, and don't ask how, I just do, ok? I'd either find an old fat lady and a bazillion kids pouring out of the shoe, ripping and tearing at my clothes for attention, or I'd find two very insane people just around the corner, lurking in the shadows about to spring up and probably offer me radioactive tea and crumbling biscuits of doom and terrible indigestion.

I picked up a rock and looked at it. I threw it at the door of the teapot, but it went through, the image of the house fizzled, then smoothed it's self out, and went back to looking normal. I blinked, walking up to the hologram and I poked it. It rippled like water, then the image changed to a weird looking fairy women with long violet hair, amber crystal eyes and sparkling white creamy skin. Her wingspan was large, and mostly black, covered in sparkling jewels of all the colors of the rainbow. She smiled at me then spoke with the softest voice I had ever known. Some what like my mother, how much I can remember of her anyways.

"You'll find your true love, but until you realize who it is, your stuck here I'm afraid. Enemies have changed, becoming your friends. The answer lies in the colors of the soft pastel of the forest's ruby eyes. And then, a breath of life from the one will wake thee." I blinked, then the likeness that somewhat resembled my mother, disappeared, as did the houses. Ok, so I get some of the meaning. I will find my 'sweet heart'. Next, I am apparently stuck in my slumber until I can find out who it is. The next part, does it go with it? Or was she pulling an off topic thing that dad pulls all the time? "Enemies have changed, becoming your friends" Ok, so those are Zim and GIR. They must be the ones that will help me find my sweet heart here. Wonderful. No offense to them, but I don't think Zim knows what love is. And GIR, he can't even find he way out of a wet paper bag, but he‘d think it‘d be cute if anything huggled.

I continued walking through the woods for a while, having the strange feeling someone was following me and watching my every move. Mind you the only things I moved were my legs and my lungs and the heavy cogs in my brain, thinking of strategies to wake my self up.

"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeel. Lost? Lost aren't you? I can see that you have no idea where you are, yet, you know where." I looked behind me, wondering where the person went, though it sounded like GIR again. When I turned back around, and nearly jumped out of my skin. Cheshire GIR was hanging upside down, the spot on his back, his eyes, and the weird tongue in the toothy grin visible, just a centimeter from my face. The rest was probably just there, but invisible.

"Well yes, I am a bit lost, yet I know where I am. I am in a dream world that is in my head. And, yet in this place, I have no clue where I am." GIR smiled a bit more manically, then spoke in a quiet, yet firm voice.

"The answer lies in your heart. Find your love, then you may vacate with a breath of life that they give you." I blinked, but when I did, he had disappeared, though an odd chuckling sound continued to linger. That, and the smell of strawberry jam.

I shook my head, being reminded, yet again of that stupid little phrase, though slightly changed to fit GIR's persona. I slowed to a stop, sitting down a small, yet large for a normal mushroom. Running my left, gloved hand through my hair, I tried to think of how to get to the end of this dream, and end it so I could wake up, or hope that GIR would wake me, though I'd prefer Zim too. He'd probably smack my cheeks with a wet rag or tickle my sides to wake me, which was a lot more humane then GIR‘s methods of doom. GIR, would dangle some nasty week old food in front of my face, and when I woke up to the terrible smell, he'd force feed it to me. I shuddered at the thought of GIR and his rancid food. I felt a cold wind pick up suddenly, and naturally I shrank my head into my trench coat to shield my face from the icy wind.

"Well well. Look at these sorry and pathetic excuse for a man!" I was taken by surprise, yet again. Wonderful. I turned around and saw Gaz and Zim.

"Oh, it's you." Gaz looked at me then smiled.

"Oh hello dear brother, how are you?" I cringed, she's never nice to me, real life, dreams or otherwise. But, she continued to smile sweetly, and then Zim poked my chest. I looked down to the finger, then, Zim's went up, flicking my nose. I fall for it every time. I head him snicker. Ok, so my dream world could change mostly everyone, except Zim. He looked the same as he always is. That mop of hair called dread locks, in a messy brown halo around his head. The traditional black bandana around his head, and his black suit. I sort of miss the old suit, though, after the 'Final Exile', he'd mostly forsaken anything that was Irken. He changed his clothes, most of his house, and his body appearance. He even went as far as to change his Voot cruiser to look like a Chaorrarang F50, RT edition, and closed down his lab turning, it into the world's best gaming zone. I was brought out of my thinking when Zim coughed.

"Ahem, Dib? Hello?" Zim quirked his non-existent eyebrow.

"Oh, er, yeah, I was just thinking about something." I don't know why, but the way Zim was starring at me made my entire body warm up, despite the biting frosty feel of the forest. I felt my face turn red, then I blew out a puff of air, blowing my lock of hair up, then it fell down, against my glasses. Zim's mouth quirked into an unmistakable, trade mark grin, then he began laughing. I blinked, a bit confused, but after a few seconds, I began to laugh as well.

"Ah, glad to see you two getting better acquainted. I'm leaving now." Gaz turned into a puff of smoke, then disappear, some dark clouds following. “Besides, they’ll end up like a happy couple, and that’s just stupid and sick.” The last part I didn’t catch I looked back up and saw a glint of something in his eyes, his smirk gone, and a very serious look replaced the happy, care-free attitude that was there before.

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Ok, this is fucked up, but after I wrote this, and worked out all the kinks (which was half of this chapter at the time), I had fallen asleep at the keyboard, had a dream of what I wrote thus far, then, I had more. Upon waking, I had to write the rest of the chapter, deciding I liked my dream's ending much better. Ah, the subconscious mind works in such wonderful mysterious ways. And I love it. Part B of this dream to come later! I know it's short. But I'm the writer, and I don't care! This means you'll get 5 more chapters, that would have made up 3, instead of 2. BYE!

Avareel Larviin is the IZverse's Avril Lavigne. Donald Macfondle is Ronald McDonald. Pawns is Spawn. Chaorrarang is Chaos, mixed with the cars Corvette, Camero, Ferrari F50 race track edition, and a Mustang.

Well this is it for this chapter. R&R? Oh, Btw, Thank you all for waiting. Who here thinks flamers should be brought out into the middle of the street, raped repeatedly with an egg beater and then shot in the sexual organs till they die a horrible bloody and slow painful death? ME! But then again, being chucked into a tub of acid is worse.
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