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fearofpiggies
fearofpiggiesThings had been going well for the past week, and it was starting to gnaw at him. Dib sat down in his desk chair and swung around to watch the TV from over the top of the couch, if only for something for his eyes to focus on while he quietly thought to himself. putting his feet up on the back of the couch and leaning back, with his arms behind his head, he could still see the unkempt hair of the now-human Gir peeking up over the top, and could hear the occasional slurp of a fountain drink from the once-robot. This was normal now.
Not that Dib ever knew what normal was, in a firsthand sense. He heard about it occasionally, wished for it often, but never truly had it until a couple weeks ago when he was lifted from the reality he'd been created and had grown up in, into this one, where creatures that weren't human before became human, and the paranormal was commonplace. He wondered if this was what having a family was like. Certainly, Gir, although in a fully grown body, was more like a young child than anything, and then there was Ferb, the significant other.
Ferb, he thought, was definitely someone that embodied quite a few things that Dib had wished for back home, and never thought he'd have. Here was this intelligent, clever, gorgeous person that not only understood what Dib said, but didn't think him crazy for saying it. He was a passionate genius who never lost his cool even under the most stressful of circumstances, and had yet to double-take over anything Dib had said. He was incredibly disarming in so many ways, the largest of which was the fact that he was so similar to Dib, despite the fact that they came from realities that for all intents and purposes, were complete opposite ends of the spectrum. Dib was used to a dystopian future that was polluted, overpopulated by morons, filled with skeptics, and ruled entirely by science, and his personal world was isolated at the best of times, with only his apathetic, antisocial sister as a sounding board. Ferb's reality - at least, from what Dib knew of it - was idyllic in so many ways. Clean air and water, loving, caring people, a tight knit, close, loving family, a plethora of lifelong friends. However, they both had grown into quiet, introspective and intelligent inventors who loved to learn more about the world around them. Two of a kind, thought Dib, as he picked up one of his gadgets that had come with him from his reality, and started juggling it over the fingers of his left hand.
He couldn't help but find it sort of odd, still, that someone so like him even existed, much less wanted to do anything with him. He was used to ridicule and shunning, having lived outside of society's social bubble pretty much since he learned how to speak. Any time he opened his mouth, he was seen as annoying, crazy, or both. Here, he'd carried on conversations for hours on end, and nobody questioned his sanity or told him to shut up. It was gratifying, and frankly, a little bit vindicating for Dib, to know that he was right all along. That he wasn't crazy. That he'd just been in the wrong place the whole time.
He looked back over at Gir momentarily, surprised that he'd been sitting still for this long. Why did he decide to take him in? It certainly wasn't because he liked Gir. He had ulterior motives, of course. If Zim WERE to show up in this reality, unlikely as that started to seem to Dib, he'd have to try and convince the newly-human malfunctioning SIR unit to come back with him. Dib wasn't going to let that happen. He'd always pitied Gir in a way. Having to work for that crazy, delusional, incompetent Irken was the worst fate he could think any creature would have to suffer. And frankly, Dib had always seen Gir as an innocent bystander in all the chaos. Sure, he had moments of actually doing the job that SIR units were supposed to do, but those were few and far between, and frankly, as bent on Earth's destruction as Zim was, Dib saw that Gir was bent on self destruction. Self destruction and fun. He put his feet down off the couch and leaned over to ruffle Gir's hair. He just needed friends who treated him well, Dib decided. He was going to try and take care of Gir to the best of his ability, while teaching him what it is to be human. Sure, if Gir got pulled back out of the world, Zim could potentially use that to destroy their version of Earth, but at that point, Dib couldn't care less. Let him have it, Dib thought. The place sucked, the people are morons, and if it weren't for me, they'd have been dead already. He shook his head. Gir wouldn't go back. He'd miss it here. Here's a place where he can go to clubs and dance all night, and actually taste food, and see color and feel things. Here's a place where he wouldn't have to dress up like a dog to blend in... though he could, if he wanted. Dib wouldn't mind it. He wanted Gir to enjoy himself, and feel like he's appreciated and cared about.
Sure, he knew he was playing big brother to a crazy man-child who was once a robot, but he didn't care. Gir, like Ferb, was a weird sort of family to him. And that made Dib feel damn cozy. He was happy. And that was weird. But at least he had a chance to be.
Not that Dib ever knew what normal was, in a firsthand sense. He heard about it occasionally, wished for it often, but never truly had it until a couple weeks ago when he was lifted from the reality he'd been created and had grown up in, into this one, where creatures that weren't human before became human, and the paranormal was commonplace. He wondered if this was what having a family was like. Certainly, Gir, although in a fully grown body, was more like a young child than anything, and then there was Ferb, the significant other.
Ferb, he thought, was definitely someone that embodied quite a few things that Dib had wished for back home, and never thought he'd have. Here was this intelligent, clever, gorgeous person that not only understood what Dib said, but didn't think him crazy for saying it. He was a passionate genius who never lost his cool even under the most stressful of circumstances, and had yet to double-take over anything Dib had said. He was incredibly disarming in so many ways, the largest of which was the fact that he was so similar to Dib, despite the fact that they came from realities that for all intents and purposes, were complete opposite ends of the spectrum. Dib was used to a dystopian future that was polluted, overpopulated by morons, filled with skeptics, and ruled entirely by science, and his personal world was isolated at the best of times, with only his apathetic, antisocial sister as a sounding board. Ferb's reality - at least, from what Dib knew of it - was idyllic in so many ways. Clean air and water, loving, caring people, a tight knit, close, loving family, a plethora of lifelong friends. However, they both had grown into quiet, introspective and intelligent inventors who loved to learn more about the world around them. Two of a kind, thought Dib, as he picked up one of his gadgets that had come with him from his reality, and started juggling it over the fingers of his left hand.
He couldn't help but find it sort of odd, still, that someone so like him even existed, much less wanted to do anything with him. He was used to ridicule and shunning, having lived outside of society's social bubble pretty much since he learned how to speak. Any time he opened his mouth, he was seen as annoying, crazy, or both. Here, he'd carried on conversations for hours on end, and nobody questioned his sanity or told him to shut up. It was gratifying, and frankly, a little bit vindicating for Dib, to know that he was right all along. That he wasn't crazy. That he'd just been in the wrong place the whole time.
He looked back over at Gir momentarily, surprised that he'd been sitting still for this long. Why did he decide to take him in? It certainly wasn't because he liked Gir. He had ulterior motives, of course. If Zim WERE to show up in this reality, unlikely as that started to seem to Dib, he'd have to try and convince the newly-human malfunctioning SIR unit to come back with him. Dib wasn't going to let that happen. He'd always pitied Gir in a way. Having to work for that crazy, delusional, incompetent Irken was the worst fate he could think any creature would have to suffer. And frankly, Dib had always seen Gir as an innocent bystander in all the chaos. Sure, he had moments of actually doing the job that SIR units were supposed to do, but those were few and far between, and frankly, as bent on Earth's destruction as Zim was, Dib saw that Gir was bent on self destruction. Self destruction and fun. He put his feet down off the couch and leaned over to ruffle Gir's hair. He just needed friends who treated him well, Dib decided. He was going to try and take care of Gir to the best of his ability, while teaching him what it is to be human. Sure, if Gir got pulled back out of the world, Zim could potentially use that to destroy their version of Earth, but at that point, Dib couldn't care less. Let him have it, Dib thought. The place sucked, the people are morons, and if it weren't for me, they'd have been dead already. He shook his head. Gir wouldn't go back. He'd miss it here. Here's a place where he can go to clubs and dance all night, and actually taste food, and see color and feel things. Here's a place where he wouldn't have to dress up like a dog to blend in... though he could, if he wanted. Dib wouldn't mind it. He wanted Gir to enjoy himself, and feel like he's appreciated and cared about.
Sure, he knew he was playing big brother to a crazy man-child who was once a robot, but he didn't care. Gir, like Ferb, was a weird sort of family to him. And that made Dib feel damn cozy. He was happy. And that was weird. But at least he had a chance to be.
