A dangerously thin boy sat on his desk chair. The only light in the room came from the screen of his computer, lighting the room in a blueish tint. His long, awkward legs were curled up to his chest as he watched the many video windows open, each of a different area of an alien's house. His eyes dart from one screen to another as he watches the green creature move from one room to the other. It was wearing a fake looking black wig and glassy contact lenses, but it was so clearly an alien. Why couldn't people see how alien he looked.

He ran his fingers through his hair for the fifteenth time, making the already wild hair even messier. It was still the weekend so he watched in his pajamas, which only consisted of a very old and very worn pair of bottoms. He pulled out a few strands of hair as his fingers caught a knot. Once he freed his hand, he grabbed the computer mouse to enlargen the kitchen feed. The alien sat down at the kitchen table like a normal person, but he wasn't normal, but no one would believe him. The light in the room started to look different. Someone was at the door, but he couldn't look away, not when the fate of the world was in his hands.

"Dib!" His sister growled for what might have been the first, or the eighth time, he didn't know. She picked up one of his socks and threw it at his head. "Dib! Dad's home. He's taking us to Bloaties."

Dib's eyes darted away from the screen for a second to look at his sister before fixing back on the alien, who was now being served waffles by a equally susicios looking dog. Dib knew that it was no dog but the alien's robot servant. The robot was nothing to worry about, but the alien. He was dangerous. He wanted to take over the world, and Dib was the only person in the world smart enough to save it.

"Dib, didn't you hear me?" Gaz said. Her eyes widened in anger and she snarled at him.

"Look at him!" Dib whispered, "He's eating waffles again. Why does he eat waffles when he can't eat anything else."

"Dib! We're going to Bloaties, you are not messing this up for me like you always do."

"You always go to Bloaties. But what if Zim tries to take over."

"Zim's always trying to take over, but if you don't get ready right now, Zim's stupid plans will be the least of your worries." She gave him one more glare and slammed the door.

Dib stared at the screen for a little while. Zim just spat out a tumb tac that GIR must have cooked into the waffles. Anytime now Zim is going to do something. Dib just knew it. Zim was going to do something that will tell Dib of his plans and what he needs to do to stop it. Everyone called him crazy, but when he brings them Zim, they will all be begging for forgiveness. They will appologize for all the years of hurt, and his dad will be proud of him. Finially. He just needed to wait.

"Dib!" Gaz called from downstairs. "Hurry up! You have five minutes before come up there and kill you." Gaz didn't make empty threats.

Dib groaned and rubbed the ache out of his eyes, causing his glasses to be pushed up onto his head. She just didn't understand. He had to protect the world and he will do anything to make sure planet Earth is never destroyed by the alien.

"Dib!" Gaz called once more.

"I'll get you and , Zim." Dib threatened the screen before turning the monitor off.

He kicked over a pile of clothes. He really needed to do some laundry soon. He picked out a pair of jeans that weren't too wrinkled and a decent shirt. It wasn't the most stylish look, but it was good enough. Why bother with looking nice anyways. It's not like he has anyone to impress. Everyone hates him, and those who don't hate him couldn't care less about him. In fact there is only one being in the entire universe who gives a crap whether he lives or dies, and Dib knows Zim would rather kill him.

Gaz was waiting next to Professor Membrain at the bottom of the stairs. She glared at him. A glare that warned against doing anything stupid. Dib didn't pay much attention to it. She gave him that glare every day. His dad didn't seem to notice. In fact, he didn't seem to notice the ragged look his son had. Dib was sure those goggles had some sort of holigram in them to make Membrain see only what he wanted to see. He planned that one day he would test that theory. maybe he could use them to make his dad see the truth and finially stop calling him crazy.

"Come on son," Professor Membrain said in a cheerful, booming voice, "We are going to dinner. Proper nutrician is good for the brain! It helps children grow into proper inteligent adults."

"I'm seventeen dad," Dib grumbled, "I think I've done all the growing I'm going to do. Besides, caring about our eating habits once a year isn't going to make any difference."

"That a boy!" Membrain cheered as if he didn't hear a word Dib said, "Now, to dinner!"

They all piled into the hover car. Gaz got the front seat, as usual. Dib knew better than to fight Gaz over something as stupid as the front seat. Besides, he had grown to like the back seat. His father forgot about him back there. When he sat in the front his father would argue with him about being insane and about joining real science. After years of dealing with this, Dib decided he's better off being ignored.

He had long given up trying to win his father's affection. He knew his father would never accept that aliens were real. All that mattered now was making sure Zim didn't take over the world. No amount of lonliness, redicule, or pain would stop him from saving the Earth. Even if it means a lifetime of lonliness, he will never stop saving the Earth.

People still make fun of him. In fact, after years of trying to warn everybody, and many public fights with Zim, the entire city now knew him as the "crazy guy" and either kept away from him, or teased him. Although lately it seems as if less people were teasing him. They had found something else to tease. He almost missed the redicule. Things have been too quiet lately. At least Zim always had some sort of stupid plan to make things interesting.

Membrain started the car. It jumped up higher into the air, before smoothly moving forward. The trip to Bloaties was quiet except for the music Gaz had put on. Dib didn't really like her music. There wasn't much music he did like. He was too busy stoping Zim and his alien plans for world domination to bother with music. He spent the boring ride watching the billboards pass by. 76 of the 80 billboards he saw were either about something Membrain invented or the Membrain enterprises. The remaining billboards were about shampoo, Poop Soda, shoes, and some lottery. In that order.

"So, are you still chasing aliens?" Membrain asked as the car hovered along.

"No." Dib lied. He wasn't going to tell his dad that it was the only thing he did anymore. He wasn't in the mood to argue with his dad, he actually wasn't in the mood to even talk to anyone. The only thing he was in the mood for was watching Zim. There's no telling what that alien was up to.

"Excelent!" Membrain beemed, "So you've decided to join real science?"

"No." Did said. This time it was the truth, "I'm still a paranormal investigator. I'm just not chasing aliens."

Professor Membrain sighed, "My poor insane son." for probaby the billionth time. It seems to be the only way he knows to discribe his own son.

Dib shrugged it off. After years of being called insane by idiots, every one calling him insane. If they knew the truth they would realize that he was the only sane one on the Earth. But he didn't care anymore, everyone, every single person, who called him insane was an idiot. Even his father was an idiot. King of the idiots. If sanity meant being stupid, Dib was glad he was crazy. Ignorence is a curse.

There's no reason to let it bother him. It's not like it really matters. It doesn't matter if no one knows he's the hero of the world, after all, heroes aren't heroes if they only do it for fame and praise, they do it for the people the save. It doesn't matter that he does the same thing every day only to end up where he was when he was a child because there is only one way for the world to go if he didn't work as hard as he did, and that's to hell. It doesn't matter that no one listens to him anymore. He stopped talking to everyone a long time ago. It doesn't matter if he's all alone. People don't matter anyway.

"Hey Dib," Gaz said, still bobbing her head to the screatchy music, "What pizza are you ordering?"

Dib was sure that it was an act for their dad. She always acted nicer to him when their dad was around. She was a cold and cruel every other day of the year, but when they got to spend time with their father. It must be an act, she always valued her position as the favourite child. It's not that she needed to work hard for that, Dib knew he was a failure the minute Membrain realized that Dib existed, which was a few months after their mom died.

"I don't know, maybe a plain cheese." The pizza Dib always ordered. He didn't particularly care which pizza he had, plain cheese was usually the easiest choice.

Gaz turned around in her seat and stared at Dib. "You're actually going to eat it this time, right?"

"As long as Zim doesn't come around." Dib said. They both knew that it wasn't an answer, Zim almost always apears when they go out. Usually trying to complete some stupid plan involving mutant meatballs. But it's usually after they've sat down for a while. Dib would just poke at his food in the meantime.

"Oh yes, and how is you're little foreign friend? It's so nice to see you're making friends." His father said like he had since they were kids. Dib was sure that his father never actually leaves the lab and this is just some andriod he created to trick them.

"He's fine." Dib said. Whether or not his father is a robot, Dib wasn't going to talk to him anymore than he had to. That's how his father always treated him, and it takes two to play the ignoring game.

"That's good."

They arrived at Bloaties. The sour smell of fried cheese and mouldy dough assaulted Dib's nose. Little kids ran around, screaming at the top of their lungs as they fought over what games they would play. Why did his sister always insist on coming here. It couldn't be the subliminal messages in the ads. They stopped using them years ago, and his sister wasn't stupid enough to fall for those. The food was horrible, it was noisy, and the weekly cleaning left much to be desired.

Gaz walked on ahead of them and sat down in her seat after scaring away a couple of ten year olds. The mechanical servers swarmed around her, asking for orders. Dib and Membrain caught up and gave their orders. No one spoke once the robots were gone. Dib laid his head on the table and stared at a tomatoe that had dried onto the wall. It was the same tomatoe that was there two years ago when Gaz choose this place for family night. The only upside to this is that next time it's Dib's turn to choose the activity.