(Cover art by galaxycuup on Tumblr. TW: the f slur, physical violence, conversion therapy mentioned, implied suicide)
He hated himself. He really did. No one ever took him seriously and it hurt him immensely. Dib wanted to be like his dad but it just wasn't in his nature. Everyday he woke up he felt the weight of the world come crashing down on him.
His dad always looked down on him and never listened. It hurt him so much because all he ever wanted was his approval. His community never payed attention to him and whenever they did it was negative. The only thing that ever made him feel alive was Zim.
Every morning he would wake up and think of Zim. How would he try to take over the world this time? What kind of destruction would he cause? This is what kept him going. This was his reason.
One fall day Dib was walking home from skool when he felt somthing push him to the ground.
"What the hell?!" He yelled
"Whats wrong freak?" A voice asked "I thought you liked pain."
Dib was starting to get up when he felt a force on his shoulders.
"You're not going anywhere faggot" the voice, which he now recognized as his own said.
Dib struggled to get out of the grasp of the man on top of him but it was no use, he was a lot stronger than Dib.
"Why are you doing this!" Dib asked
"Because I fucking hate you thats why. You're an attention seeking faggot who can't shut up" Zib replied.
Dib felt a great force come down on his stomach, making him groan in pain.
"Thats only half of the pain you deserve bitch" zib said. "You understand that Dib, Dib, dib..."
He woke up in a cold sweat, sunlight waving over him. It was all a dream. He decided to stay home for the day
That night when he went to sleep he awoke to another strange scene. He was sitting in the kitchen with his father.
"Son, what do you mean you're gay?" Membrane asked
"I mean I like boys" Dib responded "its not that hard to understand"
"Son it is, you dont seem gay. Have you been hanging out with gay people lately? I've heard its becoming a trend"
"Its not a trend dad. Its just i found out early that thats who I am" Dib argued
"I don't think so son, plus being gay is a mental illness. We can just cure you by not acting on your gay urges. Accept that you're straight and continue on" professer membrane said, holding dibs arm
"Thats not how it works dad! Its not some illness you can cure, its who I am and it makes me feel normal to express it." Dib shouts.
"Now Dib, di..."
He woke up again. There was absolutly no way he would even leave his room today. He was hesitant to sleep that night but eventually had too. He was in a void. He looks around and starts to hear footsteps, Zim is approaching him.
"Zim, thank God you're here" Dib sighed. Zim just stood there, a peice of paper in his hand.
"Zim?"
Zim raised the paper in front of him and ripped it in half. Somthing in Dib broke when he saw this but he didn't know why.
"What in your right mind would make you think i would ever accept this?" Zim said
Dib was confused. "What do you mean?"
"Your stupid letter. You love me? Pathetic. We barely talk, what makes you think I would ever love you. A stupid, narcissistic, idiot like yourself and me? Never."
Dib stood there in shock "Zim i-"
"I nothing Dib. Were at best allies and you know that. I dont want to talk to you again" Zim said.
He woke up for a final time. He couldn't handle it anymore and broke down crying. No one noticed of course. With trembling hands he reached out for his headphones. Slipping them on he turned on his music. At least he could feel somthing now. He decided he wasn't going to sleep again and he didn't.
