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Disclaimer: I do not own Squee!, JTHM, or Invader Zim, nor any of the characters from these works. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Sublime Awakenings: Chapter 5

Behind the library checkout desk, Gretchen's head snapped up as her attention was drawn to the double doors that had just been violently slammed open. She quickly cast her gaze back to the books she had been transferring from the drop bin to the dolly at the sight of Ms. Bitters. Luckily, she managed to slip under the radar. Well, actually that probably wasn't luck. It was never hard for her to go unnoticed. While somewhat depressing, this did have its advantages. After her past, eerily unaged teacher walked by, she risked raising her head once again to observe those unfortunate enough to have her for Honors English, which she knew included a certain big-headed paranormalist.

As he entered the library, Dib was pulled from his contemplation of the growing....weirdness....that was his relationship with Zim by a passingly familiar voice.

“Dib! Hey, how's it go'in?”

Seeking its embodiment he came face to face with a rather plain looking girl with purple hair, worn in three long braids that fit tightly to her scalp. He vaguely remembered her having much needed braces in elementary skool, but not much else. What was her name? Gertrude? Gwendolin?

“Uh, hi. It's going pretty normally. Well, as normal as Ms. Bitters' class ever gets away. How about you?”

“Oh, uh...me? Well, my days been ok so far. Though it really is too early to tell. This morning I was reading the paper and blagh blagh blagh ......”

So....bored...already! Must...end...mundane...small talk! “Yeah, that's great! Ya know, I just realized I haven't introduced you to my friend. This is Squee. He's new here. Maybe you could give him a tour of the library or something.”

Gretchen's face fell for a few small seconds at being cut off, but, accustomed to such treatment, she recovered quickly. Besides, she could see Zim in the reflection of Dib's glasses, so she didn't take it personally. Dib had a tendency to ignore everyone else when focused on the green kid. She had long ago given up any realistic hope of being anything other than a friend to the paranormal obsessed boy. She was just too normal, at lest by Dib-standards. “Hi ...Squee? I'm Gretchen. Did you just move here?”

“Wow! Look at the time! I really need to start my research. I'll just leave you two to get better acquainted.” As Dib hurried away, he saw Squee give him a flat, unimpressed look for his abandonment. He wasn't sure if it was for being rude to Gretchen or leaving him with her.

“It's nice to meet you, Gretchen. I've lived in this city all my life, but this is my first time going to public Hi Skool.” Hey, that was the truth! So what if he left out a few “minor” details?

“Oh, so were you home skooled?”

Before he could supply her with more half-truth, Squee felt someone tap his shoulder from behind. He didn't even have time to take in the tapper because as soon as he turned to face them he was enclosed in a tight hug that nearly lifted him off his feet.

“Todd! Hey, Amigo! Why didn't you call me when you were released?”

“Pepito?....need....air...cough...darkness...closing...in...good by...cruel...world.” To heighten the effect of his claim, Squee desperately clutched the back of Pepito's shirt so tightly that he was sure to leave claw marks on the other boy's back.

The hug instantly loosened, but the arms of the self-proclaimed Antichrist maintained a weak embrace. He gave an amused smile. “Heh. You always were such a drama queen.”

As the hug slackened Squee took a small step back and a large gulp of recycled air before looking, slightly up, at his captor: a teenage boy with dark brown eyes, spiky, jelled black hair and a natural tan that was a result of his father's Mexican ancestry. For just a moment Squee was shocked that Pepito didn't look quite as he remembered, but he managed to suppress the odd memories for the time being.

“Drama queen? Okay, so maybe oxygen deprivation does make me a little dramatic. Besides, I don't remember you being exactly stoic, what with all those passionate speeches about the desolation of our generation back in elementary skool.”

“Hey, I was right about those kids, wasn't I? Surely you remember what happened only a week after that, admittedly dramatic, speech?”

This was it, the moment of truth. Pepito would know how much of his memories were real and how much were fantasy. All he had to do to find out was ask. Maybe this was the real reason he had yet to contact him. Did he really want to know? “I have some really strange memories from back then. This may sound crazy, but did our classmates really turn into zombies?”

Pepito's playful expression gave way to worry at the question. He had purposefully left out any potentially disturbing information in his many letters to Todd at the bequest of his mother, who warned that all his letters would be checked before reaching Todd. Of course, the doctors had probably tried to convince him that many facets of his life were illusionary. How confused was the poor boy? “Todd. We really need to talk.”

“Yeah. I'm, uh, sorry I haven't called you or anything yet. It's just that I haven't been out a whole week yet, and I've been pretty busy.”

“Pepito! I need your help over here!” Gretchen called from the check out desk, which now sported a line of students impatiently waiting their turn.

“Coming, Gretch! Sorry, Amigo, this is Gretchen's first time being an aid, and I have to help break her in. If I don't see you again today, call me, okay?”

At Squee's nod, Pepito gave him another quick hug, which was somewhat embarrassing when Squee realized that he had spent the whole conversation in a light embrace in front of his whole first period class and several other random students. Then he was off, and Squee decided to at lest pretend to look for topic for his term paper.

As Pepito jumped over the counter to stand beside Gretchen, he became instantly annoyed by the obviously practiced valley accent of the most popular girl in the junior class: Jessica.

The blond flipped her hair, hitting the kid behind her in the face, and continued her reprimand in a her usual snotty tone. “Like, hurry up already! I don't have all day to waste with you losers, you know.”

“I'm sorry, but it isn't letting me check any books out in your name,” Gretchen said apologetically.

“Uhhhhh! You're a freak AND you're stupid! Why don't you just let someone else do it?”

Gretchen's eyes glistened with tears she refused to shed, and she handed the book to Pepito before looking away.

Pepito scanned the book. He looked to Jessica with a satisfied smirk when her check out was rejected with a hollow beep. "Sorry, you can't check anything out. Your last book is overdue." At that he gave her an appraising once over. “Much like your period.”

The girl barely had time to manage a shocked glare before he raised the “late” stamp and imprinted the word on her forehead in bold, red, capital letters. "Now those are scarlet letters." A few students laughed as her brows furrowed in confusion. Pepito sighed. "That went right over your head, didn't it? It's really no fun making fun of stupid people."

As more laugher filled the library, Jessica took on a air of hurt fury, and fled into the halls. A loud smack was heard followed by shrieking. "I thought you weren't going to say anything!" After a few minutes of silent anticipation Jessica's boyfriend, Torque, entered with a red hand print on his cheek and a newly date free weekend ahead of him.

After checking out most of the kids in line and giving Gretchen several helpful tips in relation to both library software and aid-student relations (aka how to put stupid bullies in their place), Pepito went in search of his first and favorite friend. He found Todd giving some trashy looking girl a death glare, and decided to spy.

Meanwhile, Todd had collected several books on the fall of past civilizations. He had dumped them all on a table near the back of the library, and was systematically skimming them for ideas when he was rudely interrupted by a rough looking girl in a stained shirt reading “Syd”, who was currently skipping special ed.

“Duhhrrrr.....your writing sucks ass! You should learn how to write a book. H.O.O.C. That spells book! I mean, damn boy, you use some big words in dere. Are you retarded? You think people like them big words? I don't like big words cause I don't know what they mean. Big words hurt my head meats! You gave me a goddamn headache! Are you fucking happy now?! Huh? Huh?” 'Syd' had apparently taken it upon herself to look through his notebook, which was also on the table.

Why?! Why did the stupid seem to seek him out?! His eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, but he was resolved to remain calm and mature. Mature and calm. Mature and calm. The pen is mightier than the sword. The pen is mightier than the sword, especially when said pen harbors a knife inside! In a quick flash, the girl was penned through the eye and was busy gaging on a paperback dictionary that had been shoved down her throat. The ink from the book was probably turning her insides a dark blue, while the lack of air was turning her skin a lighter shade of the same color. He felt a slight twinge of guilt for destroying a book.

“Hello?! PAY ATTENTION TO ME! I need to put you down to make myself fell good, because I'm too lazy to even try make myself a worthwhile person!!” The belligerent cretin bellowed, drawing Squee from his unwanted, but satisfying, daydream.

“Look, I don't write for stupid people. Now, please return my notebook, and go away. I don't really have the time to make you feel special.” He responded surprisingly coolly, considering the homicidal fantasy.

But “Syd” only shook her greasy head, and clutched the notebook to her stained t-shirt. “Nuh-uh. See, this is how I work. I make you feel like shit, and then you pay attention to me!”

Squee only rolled his eyes in exasperation with the situation. “Wow. Your parents must be pretty negligent if you feel you need attention that badly. Why don't you go talk to the councilor or something?”

At the word “negligent” a red vein popped up in the middle of the girl's forehead, and she flinched. “Negli-whatsit?”

“Neg-li-gent.” As “Syd” flinched again, and raised a hand from the book to hold her throbbing brain, Squee raised an eyebrow in curiosity. Could it be that there actually was someone who was hurt by their own stupidity? The action was definitely worth repeating. “You know, inadvertence.” Yep, there it was again. Either she really was in pain from hearing “big words” or this was just a little game that got her more attention. One way or another, it could probably get his notebook back. “Maybe even insouciance.”

The red vein on Syd's head was now pulsing erratically. Her grip loosened on the notebook as she backed up into the nearby bookshelves. “No...more...big...words...the...PAIN!!”

With a shrug Squee stood, and made his way to the girl to pry the notebook from her not-so-ardent hold. “Ya know what your problem is? Well, one of them anyway?”

Syd watched him gather his things, and stop a few steps ahead of her position through big dull eyes.

“Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia!” With that, the boy walked away.

And that was her undoing. The bulging aneurysm ruptured, causing blood to pool in her brain. This lead to a stoke, which sent her crashing to the floor as she lost function in the right side of her body. After a few spasms her body went limp as she lost what little bit of consciousness she processed to begin with.

When he heard the thump of “Syd”'s body hitting the floor, Squee stopped in his tracks, and quickly turned around. A free floating feeling of unease descended upon him at the sight of her unconscious form. He was so shocked that he didn't even hear the bell that ended first period ring. What if she was dead! Would he go to prison, or back to the mental institution, for murder....murder by vocabulary..heh heh...ahem! He was somewhat disturbed that his first thoughts were not actual regret for killing the girl, but worry for his own well being. Was he even sorry, or just sorry that it happened it public?

Before he could continue his train of thought, or even call for help, Pepito was dragging him away from the body. On the way out of the library, they stopped so Pepito could tell Gretchen to call the nurse's office for “Syd”.

--------------------------------------------End Chapter Five-------------------------------------------

Notes:

-”Syd” is not supposed to be representative of all, or even most, special ed students. I am not calling special ed students stupid. There is a difference between stupidity and ignorance, and a difference between being stupid and having a learning disability. Truly stupid people hate learning and anyone/thing that challenges them intellectually. This is what “Syd” represents, and she may or may not actually have a learning disability (some people without one are in special ed just because they refuse to learn). I am also not making fun of people with Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia (fear of big words). I just threw that in there as the final blow to emphasize the absurdity of the name of this phobia. Again, “Syn” may or may not actually have this phobia.

Squee and Invader Zim characters belong to Jhonen Vasquez
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