First chapter, after the last chapter

How perfectly epic

Epic…

I like that word.

I like how it clicks at the end.

Is that nerdy?

Anyways…

I am placing up the first chapter of the squeal of Tolerance, but don't freak out just yet. I am doing a million things at once, so this will be on hold.

This is just to let you guys know that:

ONE: I am alive and well.

TWO: The squeal is in the near future. I am noting going to give up on the story and leave you all hanging.

THREE: There is hardly anything good to read. There is some decent stuff, but I won't name that bad stuff. But here is a hint. OC's can be nice, not when they are sharing the spotlight. BUT THAT'S JUST ME! And a few others…

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Please don't hate me.

FOUR: Again, this is on HOLD!

XxX

So, one with the chapter! Enjoy people!

DISCLAIMER: I own none of the original!

"Someone will find us…"

"No one will…"

"Please…"

"Hopeless…"

"No happy endings…"

"Please!"

"No one…"

"Someone help!"

"Not a hero…"

"Help us! Help me!"

"It's better this way."

"Dib?"

"Too late…"

"Wake up Dib."

"I'm dead, it's too late."

"Wake up!"

"Zim was right. This is the end of the line."

"Dib! Honey, wake up!"

"What?"

"Sweetie, you'll be late! Wake up Dibby."

"…Mom?"

It was light. The bright, warm light that poured in through the windows. That was what forced Dib to open his eyes. Everything was so warm and soft. He felt no pain. His missing glasses gave everything an angelic glow, and by his bedside was an angel.

"Am I in Heaven?" Dib asked, sitting up. Yes, that would have to be it. How else did his injuries heal so quickly? How else did he escape from that horrid trashcan?

The angel laughed softly. "You are so silly! Come on now, I made us some pancakes."

'Wait, what?' Dib cautiously reached at the night table, and closed his fingers around his glasses. He ran his thumb across the lens…there were no cracks. He put them on and the room came into focus.

The angel, she was only human. But Dib froze over with shock, and held out a trembling hand at the confused woman. 'She is exactly like how I remembered.' He thought. Everything from her soft honey eyes to her violet hair, which was tied up into a bun at the moment; everything was almost exactly like how he remembered.

"Dib, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost!" She said worriedly. She clasped her own soft hands around Dibs' shaking ones. He stared at her with disbelief; he had absolutely no idea what to say.

Tears streaked down his cheeks as the boy embraced his mother, tightly wrapping his arms around her neck. "Mom!" He cried.

She trembled in fear, and held him back. "Honey, what's wrong? You're scaring me! Did you have a night-terror?"

"What is going on in here?" Asked a gruff voice from the doorway.

Dib was pulled out of the bed and gently set his feet onto the carpet. He never let go of his mother all the same, but he was forced to cling helplessly to her legs at the sight of his father as he sank to his knees. "Dad!" Dib choked out.

'No, no, no! This wasn't right at all. My mother died while giving birth to Gaz and Dad was murdered. This feels too real to be heaven.' Dibs' eyes darted from worried parent to worried parent. They were both kneeling down at his height, mumbling to each other and feeling his forehead.

"The poor thing looks so pale." Said his mother. "Let him stay home from school. Can you drive Gazzy to school?"

'Gazzy, Dibby… That's what she used to call us!' He clung so tightly at blouse that the fabric wrinkled in his fists.

His father rubbed his chin. "Son, did you have a nightmare?"

Weakly, he nodded yes. "You have no idea."

0o0

Dib was lead into the kitchen. It was exactly like how he remembered it, except it was a little brighter. On the table was a whole stack of pancakes, just waiting. Dib felt his stomach rumble with hunger as he eyed each golden brown flapjack, drenched with a coating of maple syrup. And to top it all off, they all had blueberries.

"Well go on and eat." His mother gave him an encouraging push to the table. "Don't let it get cold."

Dib was happy to obey. How long has it been since he had a decent meal? "Please don't wake up." He whispered as he slid into his seat. Dib savored each bite, hardly giving himself a chance to breath between bites. It tasted so good!

He heard soft laughter. "Easy! You act as if you hadn't eaten in weeks!"

Dib smiled. His eyes watered, threatening to spill tears. 'Mom, can this all be real? Did I just dream everything that happened?' He thought.

"You whiner!"

Dib spun around to see another familiar sight. "Gaz!" He cried as he pulled her into a tight embrace. "You are okay!"

"Mom! Dib is acting crazy!" Gaz yelled as he struggled against her brother's grip.

Dib released her from the hug, but held onto her shoulders. "Gaz, I had a dream. It felt so real. You were in it, and Dad and Zim! And Mom… she was…" He couldn't find the words.

"Who is Zim?" She asked.

"Zim! The alien!" Dib yelled.

"That's is enough you two!" Scolded Mom. "Gaz, your father will be driving you. Dib isn't feeling so well."

Dib watched his sister walk out the door. Seconds later, he heard a car pulling out of the driveway.

"Dib…"

Dib looked at his mother quickly. "Mom?"

She looked at him. "Yes?" She asked as she placed some dirty dishes into the washer.

"Did you just call me?"

"No…"

He bit his lower lip in confusion. "I swear… Someone whispered my name."

She laughed again. Dib thought it sounded like an angel. "Come now, we can watch a little TV together. You can tell me about this Sim fellow."

"His name is Zim." Dib corrected. He watched his mother sit on the couch, and he sat next to her. It felt so normal.

"Oh?" She smiled. "Is he from your school?"

Dib nodded. "Yeah. But he is a alien from space." He said as he laid his head to rest on her arm. "He is a Irken mom. Most Irkens are really bad, but he is one of the few who is actually good. We used to hate each other…"

She patted his head and sighed. "Sweetie… that might have been part of your dream. You are having a hard time separating the fact from fiction."

Dib shook his head. "No, I know he is real. I knew him for years!"

"You also thought I was dead for years as well." She reminded him.

"Oh yeah." Dib muttered to himself. "But… hey! I never said that!"

"Yes you did."

"Did I? I must have forgot then."

"We all make mistakes."

"Dib…"

Dib smiled and closed his eyes for a bit. It felt so good to be home.

"Let him rest!"

"Mom, what kind of show are you watching?"

"No! You horrible human, wake up!"

"Mom?" Dib opened his eyes again and was nearly blinded by the light. Dib was forced to cover his eyes. "Mom!" He cried, but she was no longer by his side.

"Dib-Stink, wake up!"

"Who said that?" Dib screamed. It was so bright, even when he closed his eyes, he could not block out the blinding light. It was as if he had flown a ship into the sun.

"Please!"

Dib opened his mouth to speak, but could not. Alarmed, he reached up to touch his neck. It was at that moment he felt every pain he noticed missing when waking up. Dib felt someone, something restraining him and he fought every moment of it. "Oh god, my head!" He screamed, and placed a hand on his head. The very moment he did so, he regretted it. There was a soft cloth wrapped around his crown, slightly soaked with blood.

"Now look at what you've done!" Screamed a voice.

Something slid out Dibs' throat, a bright blue tube that was helping him to breath. Dib saw that as he opened his eyes.

The room slowly came into focus.

A figure inched forward, he seemed to be held back by two others. "Dib?" He asked hopefully.

Dib felt overwhelmed. He sank back into the hospital bed and looked up at Irken. "Zim…?" He whispered.

0o0

Now, honestly, what do you people think?

Next chapter should explained a lot, so don't worry too much on the 'where, what, when, and how'.

Heh…

Tormenting Dib is fun.