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Monsters and Ladybugs
By Kitteh and NeoFox
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence and intense smooching
Disclaimer: Smeets will eat our souls if we dare claim Invader Zim.  So yeah, Jhonen can keep his smeets of DOOM!
Summary: DADR. Three years later Dwicky comes back to fix what he messed up. But the little boy he left behind is no longer the same energetic soul from before and now may just be too broken to reach.
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Chapter 52

Trec drove them in his car, Dwicky in the back keeping Dib as calm as he could since this would be the boy's 'first' time being out of the asylum in his twelve year old mind set. It was a quiet drive save for little words of encouragement, and Dib's small childish voice repeating the words he wrote on the paper.

The drive was too long, and too short.

When they drove into Macks' driveway they could see the man already waiting for them, sitting on his door step, the physical epitome of their foreboding dread. Fwenn stood at the bottom of the steps, smoking like a chimney to compensate her worry.

Macks was far more haggard in appearance than Trec; far more gaunt, and grave. Dark sleepless circles surrounded red rimmed, blood shot eyes that looked as if they could cry no more. They peered over knitted fingers, watching the new arrivals.

Trec got out of the car first and quietly closed the door afterwards. His eyes locked on Macks and Fwenn, glad to see the woman hadn't left yet. The other man looked worse then when he had left the house and with careful steps he walked towards the other, but stopped just inches away. "Hey, babe. Sorry I was gone so long."

Another door opened and Dib stepped outside with wide eyes. It was so easy to tell he was scared without the safety of a jacket and four walls to protect him from whatever could easily harm him. His hands kept a tight hold on the paper he had been reading, but his eyes were too busy darting around to look at that or the scary man on the front steps of the house.

Dwicky kept his hands on the boy's shoulders, leading him forward but keeping a safe distance back. Macks looked like a time bomb ready to go off, and it had him on edge; it made him wonder if this really was such a good idea after all.

"It's nothing I'm not used to." Macks spoke in an offhanded bitter sort of way. "Despite what sleazy thing you do in the streets you always come crawling back to me." His dark heavy eyelids sifted half shut, and his gaze became lackadaisical yet sexual. "And isn't that what counts,babe?" He raised a slight eyebrow. "Pitcher on the streets, catcher in the sheets."

The cruel words had startled Dib considering the way Macks had spoke them. They caused him to take a step back right into Dwicky. He didn't seem to mind the contact though. He was used to the man, at least for the time being. What Macks said had him blinking and his curiosity got the better of him, pushing away his fear as he looked up at the man behind him. "What does he mean?"

Trec flinched at the words, but tried not to let them bother him. It was hard to keep telling himself again and again that Macks didn't mean them. The expression on the other man's face was even harder to look at. He couldn't stand it and had to drop his gaze to Fwenn, but still couldn't speak up.

"Quiet, my little Dib." Macks snapped at Dib, though his eyes never left Trec even if the man wouldn't look at him. "Mommy and daddy are talking." His eyes sifted lower lazily before they fell shut with a 'heh'. "I guess if you're not going to say anything to your boyfriend, Trec, I should at least invite the rest of you all in. For tea." Macks opened his eyes again. "No worries, I won't poison it."

Fwenn exhaled, smoke curling in a puff from her mouth. "I'm going to have one more smoke first." She quietly answered.

Dib had jumped at the way Macks snapped at him, but mostly at the small little add on to his name. It made him feel uncomfortable and he suddenly didn't want to go any further, turning to cling onto Dwicky as tight as he could.

Trec kept his eyes on Fwenn, only blinking them after the woman had spoke. That was when his voice came back with a heavy sigh attached. "I never said you were going to, Macks." The words were automatic, but he felt they needed to be said. He was stressed and annoyed. He just didn't know how to handle any of it anymore. He turned his attention back on his friend. "Let's just go inside the house so we can find a way to fix everything. Then maybe this will all be over."

Macks lowered his hands from his mouth, standing up like a body on strings exhumed from the ground. He pushed past Trec ignoring the man's attemptive words or protest.

It was towards Dib that he seemed aimed for, walking slow with purpose, causing Dwicky to be wary. Macks stopped, his mouth smiling much too widely.

"You don't remember me do you?" Macks leaned forward, down enough so he was eye level with the small teen. His voice quieted with purpose. "Not me, not Treccie, not Fwenn, or your sexcapades with Mister Dwicky." His lips peeled back to reveal his perfectly straight teeth, yellowed with neglect from the past weeks. "But," his voice fell to a scratchy whisper, low and unnatural, "I bet you remember Us."

Dib had pushed himself closer and closer to Dwicky as Macks neared. It was the way the man spoke and those last few words that had his eyes widening. Despite the person they came from it still left Dib on edge because of just what such a statement could mean. He didn't dare answer though. He was too scared to. He in no way felt safe outside in the open in front of the strange man, even with Dwicky near him.

Dwicky stared at Macks, arms protectively clutching Dib, his stance more like a vigilant parent. Everything about Macks had him on edge, each word and tone.

"You," Macks' gaze flicked up to Dwicky, "remember Us."

Memory of the hypnosis was brought back to Dwicky's mind's eye.

You shouldn't be playing around where you don't belong.

Zim is gunna kill you, kill you, put you in a human zoo.


Macks clicked his tongue, head moving from side to side. "Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock. How much time is left before everything is burned away? Before everything becomes real?" His eyes sifted shut, so languid and lazy. "The liar is ignoring the truth so he can play with his little toy."

Dwicky's eyes grew wide, and all colour left his face. "Macks was never there when Dib said those words," he whispered with no breath.

Trec barely caught Dwicky's words, but they left an imprint in his mind. The whole scene was something he was having trouble dealing with. To see the cruel twisted person in front of him in the body of the person he cared about continued to make him sick.
The corner of Macks' lips quirked, amused. "Liar liar." A dark grin forced itself wide and rigid across his mouth so unnaturally.

It was in that second that Dwicky felt his heart leap into his throat. He didn't feel Macks lash out and grab Dib's wrist, but he felt the boy torn from his arms; such an empty helpless feeling. Macks was darting to the door of the house before any of them realized it was happening. No one had time to make a grab at Dib; he was out of reach before their hands could snap out to try.

And Dib's horrified expression disappeared behind the slam of door and icy hapless metal clack of lock.

Trec was the first scrambling to the door despite the fact Fwenn was on the steps. He had heard the lock, but he tried the knob anyway. It was obviously no use and that only resulted in him banging his hand much too hard on the door in frustration. "Macks, no, whoever the hell you are! Open up!" He knew it would probably be no use and that was the scariest part of all because there was no telling what was happening.

Dwicky looked down at the nothing his arms held, and he began to shake. He looked down at his bare palms, his eyes falling to the band of the mood ring on his finger. He shook worse, his fingers straining. "No." He shook his head, terror filled his weak voice. "No... No. No." What had he done? He'd given Them exactly what they wanted. "No. No! No! No! NO!" He clutched at his head, digging his fingers into his scalp, clutching hair.

Fwenn stared, her mind raced. She couldn't believe what had happened, what was happening. She gestured without a voice for a moment, looking from one man to the other. "S-should we call the police?"

"NO!" Trec almost shouted the word much too loudly for the entire neighborhood to hear. He took a deep breath and with wide eyes shook his head. "No, we can't." He turned to look back at Dwicky for a second, but looked away just as quick when he saw the state his friend was in. Instead he found it safer to keep his eyes on Fwenn. "We can't do that. We just have to deal with this ourselves. We just..." He looked back at the house, hoping to find a way in. A window, something, but there seemed to be nothing. "....I don't know." His shoulders slumped.

Fwenn stared at Trec, her expression grim. She ran a hand through her bangs, grasping her hair to keep it away from her face, her hand rested heavily on her head. "Fuck."

Dwicky collapsed onto his knees; he didn't have the energy to be bothered to stand. This, like everything else, was his fault.

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Nails dug viciously into Dib's wrist, pulling him without mercy by his arm alone though the house. "Can't hear Us anymore, how wretched. What good is a crazy little boy who doesn't fear the monsters in his head anymore?"

Dib whimpered and whined at the cruel marks that were being placed on his skin by Macks. He tried his best to dig his feet into the floor, but the man continued to pull despite all of his efforts. "Leave me alone." It was the only reply he could use. He was frightened and just wanted to run away. "Let me go and leave me alone."

But Dib's words only earned him a vicious yank to his small thin arm, nearly pulling a dislocation of joint. But Macks seemed he wouldn't leave it at that, he strung Dib up by that same arm, holding up by his wrist. "You haven't noticed, yet? How we aren't speaking anymore inside you? Such a stupid, useless, little child." Macks bore malevolent eyes down at Dib. "Of all things I know you would never forget Us." He then let go of Dib's wrist, letting the boy fall. "But it's far more pleasing to break you down from the outside, than the in."

The hard yank caused a loud, pained sound to come from Dib, but it didn't stop. Especially not when Macks decided to lift him high up so his feet were barely touching the floor, and then dropped him as if he were only a doll. Despite the pain, Dib realized he was free and quickly started backing away. "You weren't there. You haven't been talking. You were gone and it was quiet. Just stay gone and leave me alone!" He yelled the words in such a scared voice as he continued to scurry away.

Macks' gaze flicked down to a particular piece of paper that Dib had been clutching, now forgotten in his fear. "What's this?" He bent down and snapped up the paper. "Even in your pathetic stupor you went and tried to make some new happy memories with Mister Dwicky. 'Save Macks. Be a hero'." He placed either hand on top of the paper. "Such misplaced faith. You couldn't even save the world from Zim, from aliens, the real threat."

The paper was sharply ripped in half.

"You don't deserve to be happy."

The paper was torn in half again.

"You don't deserve to be anywhere but with the other clawing, biting, screaming crazies."

Again and again, the paper was shredded between Macks' fingers.

"Alone, failed, tortured and used- screaming, and screaming until nothing but blood and mucus spittles and gags from your mouth."

And so those little pieces of paper memory were sprinkled down over Dib's shivering form; white flittering snowing down, a few childishly scrawled letters here and there as scrambled and nonsensical as what was left of Dib's mind.

With shaking fingers, Dib reached out to grab at a few pieces of paper. Dwicky had told him to make sure to keep focused on that paper. So, without it what was he to do? They were mocking him. They always did. He hated it, but he could never stop it. "Shut up." The words were whispered, but almost hissed at the same time. The little sprinkles of paper fell from his hands as Dib hugged his knees tight. "Just shut up. I've always tried to save whoever I can. I deserve to be happy. I don't want to be alone with you."

Macks flicked the last of the piece of paper that stuck to his fingers; like the purple pieces of petals. "I'm all you have left, sad little crazy Dib. I'm you. And in the end all you have left is yourself." He reached over and grabbed a fist full of Dib's hair, dragging him from where he sat down the darkened hallway. "We won't let you forget it."

There was a yelp from Dib and he quickly reached hands up to scratch at whatever of Macks he could get to. Gloves were discarded which had still been on his hands in favor of clawing with sharp nails that needed to be cut. "Let me go!" It was screamed throughout the whole house, echoing up and down the halls.

Dib's head was jerked around, hair yanked hard each time the boy attempted to fight back. "Give in, and everything will be fine again." Macks dragged Dib down the hall and into his room, kicking the door aside, letting it hit the boy on the way in. "Or We can make your life hell on the outside as well. Claw your skin with real nails; bite your flesh with real teeth. There's far more ways we can violate your childish waste of flesh in this real world." Macks added with vile intent as he gestured with a free hand to his bed.

At such a threat Dib finally stilled. The only thing that could be heard in the silence of the room was his heavy breathing from his own fright and fighting back so much. He kept his wide gaze on the bed before he turned it back on Macks, staying completely silent. He was too afraid to do anything.

Whether Macks was pleased or not because of Dib's sudden complacent behavior it was hard to say. But he let go of Dib's hair all the same; a small favour.

Instead of running off like last time, Dib stayed where he was. He was glad to be rid of Macks' hand and easily raised his own to check and make sure every bit of his hair was still in place. It had felt like it had all been pulled out with the way the man yanked him. "I just want to be okay," he mumbled the small words weakly, having found his voice again.

Macks was apathetic to Dib's little plea for stability. He raised a lazy hand to point a finger towards the bed. "Get on the bed." The order was emotionless.

Dib looked back at the bed with fearful eyes. He was afraid to protest, but at the same time he was afraid to move. Either way he was doomed. Why wasn't anyone helping him? Where was Dwicky? He had read it over and over that the man was going to help him again. Maybe it was another lie? Dib shook his head at the thought just as quick as it came and moved towards the bed to sit down on it.

Macks took a few steps towards Dib, running his dark eyes over Dib's thin, useless form; to think so much trouble could come from such a frail tangle of flesh and nerves. "Your shirt. Take it off." He motioned to Dib's chest.

Dib took in a large breath of air at that one command. With shaking fingers, his hands went to the bottom of the sweater he didn't remember borrowing. With a good amount of hesitation he lifted it up and put it aside when it was finally completely off and immediately his arms went around himself as if that would be good enough to protect him.

Dark eyes followed Dib's pale skin, immediately falling on the newly acquired scratches; each self inflicted pain had been Their suggestion. It seemed they had made their mark well enough to mar Dib without even being there. That seemed to please the man, and a new crooked smile spread on his face as he approached Dib.

"Scratch out the bad things underneath your skin." Macks crouched down, pressing closer and closer into Dib's personal space. "But when you do you'll just let more bad things in." He then dipped his head, slipping his tongue out to run it wet along one long scratch on Dib's arm.

Dib let out a sad whimper at the feel of a tongue on his skin. He tried to move back on the bed, but he was already, nearly, against the wall. He could only pull the rest of his body away as his one arm became wet with saliva. Such a disgusting thing to feel. "Stop it..."

Macks' hand reached out and pressed flat on Dib's chest, the feel of a heart fluttering so hard beneath his palm; that felt good. "We had to watch you perform this filthy act with Mister Dwicky- over and over and over and over again." His hand slid up on Dib's chest like a cold damp spider. "No matter what We said, you wouldn't Stop it." Macks' other hand went to Dib's throat, grasping yet fingering the sensitive skin there. "Rape is rape- and we, Dib, didn't want him doing that to us in there," the man hissed his dark whispered words. His fingers traced nails from Dib's chest to his shoulder. "You felt it too sticky and unwanted when you woke up. You shouldn't have been there in his apartment, away from your padded cell. He used you. You may not remember, but I do."

Dib grabbed at the hand around his neck. It was the only thing he could do to fight back again. He couldn't even shake his head. "T-That didn't happen. You're lying. None of that happened at all," his voice was strained, but he didn't care. He just wanted to be heard.

"You hurt in intimate places you shouldn't." Macks leaned closer still, running his wet tongue along the rim of Dib's ear, whispering darkly after, "Proof enough. But in your minds eye technically you're still virgin. Cute." He bit none too gently at Dib's lobe in a strange playful way.

Dib went completely still with the action. He was more then frightened in that instant, he was terrified. The words didn't help either and he couldn't help trying to get away again. "Stop it. I want out of here." He pulled at Macks' arm again, scratching with nails harder then last time.

The man had no qualms biting Dib's ear when the boy struggled. A swift hard hit to the boy's face to follow, hard enough to throw Dib away from him. "There's more than one way for Us to come inside you." Macks threatened darkly still with such a calm voice. "You have enough orifices for Us to try."

Dib sat up immediately after the treatment given to him. He wasn't about to stay down when so many threats were being thrown at him. One hand went to his ear which was bleeding from such a nasty bite, and he stayed on the edge of the bed with narrowed eyes, glaring at Macks. "Don't touch me. Don't come near me or I'll bite your face off."

"Hee." Macks grinned teeth Dib's way. Dark hair fell into his eyes as he lowered his head, peering past them, his grin growing wider. "You won't remember in a few minutes." He sat down on the bed, leaning on his arms as he kept his eyes on Dib. "I can wait." He skitted his tongue along his own lips.

As soon as Macks sat down Dib glared hard at the man. He almost fell off of the bed being so close to the edge. But before he could, he pushed himself forward at the other. Nails dug into whatever skin he could get to on arms and face alike as teeth bit into a shoulder despite cloth. Dib hated being cornered and when he was cornered it was a dangerous situation. He refused to give the other the time to fight back, but he was only but so big.

Macks felt pain, but the personalities in control hadn't the ability to feel more than fierce anger, fueling their need for cruelty; fighting a part of yourself only meant you got hurt.

Fists slammed into Dib's head, over and over as Macks growled a scream. And soon fingers clawed back at Dib, larger fingers that dug into skin. A hand grabbed a fist full of Dib's hair, yanking the boy's head from its bite, uncaring of what chunk Dib's mouth took with him from his shoulder. "This is where you go fuck yourself." Macks punched Dib with his free hand; he tossed the boy face down on the bed right after.

Every scratch and blow had left Dib dazed. So when Macks was finally able to push him down to the mattress he didn't give up nearly as much of a fight as just a few seconds ago. There was blood pooling from his mouth, but it wasn't his own. He did indeed leave a good size mark on the man's shoulder. How severe remained to be seen by anyone that cared. Dib could only whine and struggle at his sudden position. The hits to the head had left him dizzy. He couldn't really tell what was up and what was down anymore.

There was an audible crack as Macks adjusted his injured shoulder, a satisfied noise to follow. Then Macks was on Dib in an instant, weighing him down, pushing him face down into the mattress. He straddled the boy's small hips, slipping up along the boy to dig his knee into Dib's tail bone. His body was out of breath from Dib's assault when he slipped his tongue out to run along the boy's wounded ear, licking the blood away with a few laps. "We always liked the hard way-- didn't we, crazy little us?"

The man grabbed a fist full of Dib's hair, yanking his head to the side. He licked down the side of Dib's neck, his hand trailing down and digging fingers to grab the back of the boy's pant waist as he bit hard at the crook of Dib's neck.

At each touch, lick, and pull, Dib let out annoyed noises. It was unbearable to have to deal with each little thing the man on top of him was doing and the hands that trailed down finally had him struggling once again. His arms were the only things not pinned down and it gave Dib a chance to flail them about, moving them back as best he could to claw at the man's head next to him. He didn't care what his fingers got to on the man's face. As long as he got something and got the man away.

Macks grunted as nails scratched hard at his eyebrow and lid, nearly taking the eye with had it been higher up. He snatched that one hand by the wrist and pinned it to the bed, enjoying the fearful whine he received. He pulled his mouth from Dib's neck, lapping away the bloody string of saliva.  "Once bitten twice shy." The words slithered from the man's mouth. "Mister Dwicky tried to make a deal with the Devil, and failed miserably. It's because of his lies that you're here; he gave you to me." His grip tightened on Dib's wrist; bruising was so easy on pale skin. "Care to try where that fool failed? To save Macks and yourself from sick physical pleasures I doubt either of us would enjoy." The man leaned in to lap the blood that trickled form Dib's nose, knowing he'd hate it.

Dib hissed loudly at the action, but not in pain, in complete anger and disgust for what the man did. He kept struggling despite how pinned he was. He refused to give in so easily, just wanting to rip and tear at every piece of flesh on the man above him. Words caught his attention, but they didn't stop him from moving. They only served to finally make him speak up again. "What do you want from me?"

"Exactly that. You. Us." Macks grinned wildly, though the expression in his eyes seemed long dead. "But not the you that you'll become when I let you free. We want this you. The untamed Dib of twelve who reveled in his self torment." Macks eased up enough to give Dib space to breathe. "Give you to Us and we'll liberate you from your dislocated restrains. We won't touch you, ever; not in the physical sense. You just have to obey a few commands, and all will end 'Happily Ever After'." The man mocked kindness in an exanimate tone. "We promise it won't hurt." Such a jaded smile etched the corner of his mouth.

Even though Macks had let go somewhat, it still wasn't enough in Dib's mind. He still wanted much more space, not just air. He still felt like fighting back, but a deal was being made and he had to listen very closely. Any fighting was put on hold and he lay still like a good boy. "If I listen and obey then you'll promise not to hurt me?" Dib recalled the torn bits of paper and the writing on them. "Or anyone else?"

"We'll have what we want, and you'll have the same." Macks turned his head to watch the red seep deeper into his shirt, no real care about it. "We won't need to be bothered with anything else." He laughed a little, a scratchy hissing sound. "We'll have what we came for."

Dib flinched at the laughter. It wasn't very comforting, but neither was the entire situation, really. It was hard to trust the person at all. Especially when he knew who the person really was that was talking. He barely moved his head to get a better look at Macks and to move his face away from the sheets. It was hard to speak and hard to talk that way. "I'll do whatever. Just don't touch me or hurt me. Don't hurt anyone. That's what I want."

"If you do what I say, you won't have to." Macks bowed just a little more so Dib could see the rigid grin that etched there, pleased. "A deal done." He let Dib's hand free, climbing off the boy and the bed to stand, a ragged thing still looming over Dib.

Dib scrambled up out of the position he was in and back to the edge of the bed. It was the only safe place he could be in without really being near the man and since he had been let go he felt it safe enough to actually scramble away. He stared at Macks for a few seconds until he spoke up again, hesitantly. "What do I have to do?"

"Take off the rest of your clothes and get in the bed." Macks firmly commanded with a loose gesture to the bed itself.

The words confused Dib since it was said nothing would be done to him. As long as he kept with a deal made. He was too afraid to question it, though. If it was part of the deal he would have to do it. He had to listen to whatever was said. He kept an eye on Macks the entire time he took off the rest of his clothes, and took no time in hurrying into the bed. He was scared enough as it was and didn't want to be out in the open in such a way for so long.

Macks seemed satisfied with that, keeping his eyes on Dib the entire time; interested, but not lewdly so. He then began to disrobe himself, tossing the clothes aside and not caring for modesty. "Sick things have been done in this body, and yours. Consider this moment a blessing that you can't remember." He ran a finger over Macks' lower tattoos. "Who you are and who you will become in the future is whore-ish at best." The man sat down beside Dib on the bed.

Dib pulled the blanket up to his nose as Macks sat down. What the man spoke of caused the teen to shake his head back and forth, denying all of it. "I've never done anything wrong or sick." He turned his eyes away from the other. It was an uncomfortable situation that Dib wanted out of, but the only thing he could do was look away at a wall. He just wanted the horrible moment to be over with.

"You may not remember." Macks slipped under the sheets next to Dib, "But We do." He didn't seem to mind getting especially close to Dib, much to the boy's discomfort. "Only one more step, and you'll have the cure."

Dib clung to the blanket tighter then before as he stared at Macks with wide eyes. It was hard to keep the deal going when he just wanted to claw at the man some more. He couldn't remember if it was worth it anymore. The man was too close and Dib's own personal space was gone. It was a nightmare for the boy, especially with the circumstances at hand. He didn't dare speak, he was too afraid to anyway.

"Now," Macks started in a low, slow voice that sounded as dead as his eyes looked. "Close your eyes, and open your mouth." His lips peeled back, and had there been more emotion behind it, it would have been considered an ill wishing sneer. "And no biting. Good boys don't bite." He mocked the tone of the sterile asylum staff Dib knew all too well.

Dib flinched at the way the words were said. He hated that tone and how often he had heard those words. Without protest he listened though and did as told, just like always. His eyes slipped closed with Macks as the last thing he saw and little by little his mouth opened.

A mouth slammed forcefully on Dib's, unkind and consuming. Teeth bit Dib's lips, crashing against his own. A hot tongue lapped what it could of the blood on Dib's mouth before invading it possessively. But something else invaded Dib's mouth too, something much less physical but far more over whelming. It gushed into Dib's mouth without form, but the boy could taste its wretchedness, a myriad of sickness and disease, returning to its owner.

Eyes snapped open and with the action Dib twitched, and convulsed. To anyone looking on it would look as if the boy were having a horrible seizure. He could feel them clawing up into his mouth, but they wouldn't stop there. They wanted back into their home. The place they had claimed as their own. Hands pushed and pushed until Dib freed himself from Macks. His head was pounding and he continued to twitch even as he curled in on himself while letting out a strangled scream.

The sound caused the light in Mack's eyes to snap back on, and he gaped at the blurred world around him. He stared, wide eyed, discombobulated and empty. He couldn't hold himself up; he had nothing left inside him. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he slumped over.

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Trec's head had snapped up towards the direction of the scream. It had easily been heard through the entire house and there was no denying that it belonged to Dib. The kid had some lungs on him that was for certain. The three of them had been lucky enough to quietly make their way through a window in the basement despite Dwicky's broken down demeanor. It had been Fwenn's idea to be as quiet as possible so they wouldn't startle or upset whatever had a hold of Macks' head, or alert the neighbours.

That scream seemed to change everyone's minds, though.

"Fuck this." With those few words, Trec hurried towards the sound, knowing the other two would be in toe. Trec was expecting to see the worst when he got to the room and the worst didn't really seem to cut what it was he saw. His mouth hung open as he came to a stop at the bedroom door and saw the state the two were in. Bloody sheets covered the bed and clothes were thrown about. Of course the two bodies on the bed looked bloodier and beaten then the sheets themselves. Trec could only stare at Macks' still form and Dib who sat upright clutching at his hair for dear life. He couldn't move from the door.

Dwicky felt his skin twitch and crawl at the sight. Disturbing flashes from Dib's previous abuse with his sister went through his mind, and his insides twisted.

He pushed past Trec, wasting no time to go to Dib. He took the boy in his arms, not caring about the blood. Dwicky held the boy tightly, trying to calm him, rocking him. "Dib. Dib, shhh. It's alright." He continued the quiet mantra. Worry spiked through him, and he prayed that everything wasn't as horrific as it looked.

Fwenn's hand went to her mouth. She nudged Trec, trying to snap the man back; he had to do something.

The small nudge had Trec snapping back to reality. He looked to Fwenn for only a second before he was rushing over to the bed and to Macks' side. The man had bite marks and scratches on his body and looked as bad as Dib. It was how still he was which made Trec even more worried and he couldn't help gently shaking the man's body while trying not to break down. "Macks, wake up. Come on, please."

In Dwicky's arms Dib continued to shake. His hands loosened their grip, though and finally fell just to cling to the man. He looked around the room with wide, wet, eyes which darted from person to person until they closed tightly at the sight of the blood. "I can feel them." He took in a shuddering breath as he tried to make sense considering how shaky his voice was. "What's going on? I was at home. What's going on, Dwicky?"

Dwicky nearly choked on his own breath, and for a split second he nearly forgot how to exist. He didn't want to freak Dib out more than he was but he couldn't stop himself from falling onto his knees on the bed, latching onto the boy so desperately. "You remember," he spoke the words with such utter relief they were nearly choked. "You remember, you remember, you remember again; thank god." The man pressed a few endearing appreciative kisses to Dib's unharmed shoulder before burying his face there, hugging the boy so tight his arms shook.

Macks on the other hand wasn't near as responsive. He remained still, far more livid than he'd been in his sickness.

Fwenn cautiously walked over to Trec, looking at the state Macks was in. She touched a hand to his forehead. "He's cool and clammy." She pressed her hand to feel his temperature on his cheek before pressing her fingers to the side of his neck. "His pulse is dangerously low." She leaned her head down so her ear was near Macks' mouth and nose. The woman stood and looked with a little optimism on her face to Trec. "He's breathing." Fwenn took her worried gaze over to Dib and Dwicky. "W-what happened here?" She quietly spoke the question that was on all their minds.

Dib's eyes had gone wide and fearful when Dwicky started kissing his shoulder. Fwenn was someone that in his mind had no clue about them, so instant panic rose in him. Before he could say anything Fwenn spoke before him, but about something completely different. It had him a bit speechless for a few seconds before he slowly shook his head. "I-I don't know. I don't know what's going on." There was obvious confusion on his face. "I was asleep and then suddenly all I felt was pain and I was here." He was becoming panicked again.

The answers weren't enough for Trec. Especially not with the state Macks was in. He looked away from Dib and back to the other on the bed with worried eyes.

Dwicky seemed to be in another plain of existence than anyone else, all that seemed to matter to him at the moment was Dib; everything else he was oblivious to.
"Pants." He reached down to fetch the boy's pants for him while still keeping hold of Dib. "Then we'll bandage you up, okay?" The sudden cheer in Dwicky's voice was eerie to say the least.

Fwenn frowned, rubbing Trec's shoulder to give what little comfort she could to her friend. "Maybe we should take him to a hospital." She gently suggested.

"And say what?" Trec narrowed his eyes. "That the reason he's so messed up is because he became possessed by voices that belong to our friend's young lover, and that it would be really helpful if they could patch him up." He clutched the blanket in his hand that was below him. "They'd throw us all in the loony bin."

In the middle of getting his clothes back on, Dib had heard what Trec said. He sat upright on the bed and shook his head quickly. "No! Please don't do that." He clung tightly to Dwicky as if Trec were just about to call someone right then and there. "Please don't say any of that."

Dwicky ran his fingers through Dib's messy hair. "He's being sarcastic, Dib. Don't worry, don't worry. He wouldn't." He noticed the painful bumps on the boy's head. "Nor would Fwenn," he added quietly after. "You need some ice for these bumps too." He continued on, compulsively doting to compensate his previous stressed worry.

Fwenn looked down at Dib, hurt to see the boy as he was, the blood smeared around his mouth. She gave him a small sad smile and nodded to assure Dib that there was nothing to worry about. She looked back to Trec. "We have to do something fast, Trec. That bite wound on his shoulder looks bad. It probably needs stitches."

Dib leaned against Dwicky as the man worried over him, feeling comforted by it. At the mention of a bite mark he looked towards Macks and his eyes widened once again. It was where most of the blood came from and he was scared to ask out loud, but he did anyway. "Did....did I do that?"

Trec didn't answer. As upset as he was he refused to tell Dib the truth. The boy had probably been through just as much hell as the rest of them. Fwenn was right in the fact they had to do something or else the wound would keep bleeding. So, Trec did the only logical thing his mind could come up with. He reached a hand over across Dwicky and Dib to grab at the sheets and started to rip them once they were in his hands. When he had a big enough piece he started to tie it tight to stop the blood flow. Anything to at least make the situation less dangerous.

Fwenn could only stare at Trec, at Dwicky; everyone wasn't thinking clearly, and it had her anger rising. So she did what she always did when the stubborn boys wouldn't listen to her. She smacked Trec across the back of the head. "He's going to a hospital!" There was no room for argument in her tone. "He needs medical attention, Trec. You're not going to compromise Macks' health just because you guys fucked up and you can't come to terms. I'll talk to the doctors. Nothing will get leaked out." Fwenn let out a shaky breath. "Dwicky, take Dib into the bathroom and clean him up. And-" She didn't want to instigate what horrible wrongs could have gone on in this room. "And make sure he's okay."

Dwicky stared at Fwenn a moment but gave a complacent nod. "C'mon, Dib." He gently eased Dib from the bed, never letting go of the boy. "Can you walk? If you can't I can carry you. Here- lean on me." He kept over protective arms and eyes on Dib.

Dib kept his eyes on the scene in the bedroom even as Dwicky led him away from it. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Macks' body, and Trec's annoyed voice towards Fwenn was just background noise to him. As soon as the bedroom was out of sight he seemed to snap out of it and turn his attention back to Dwicky. "Huh? Oh, I can walk." He shook his head because of all the sudden things happening at once. "I'm so confused."

Dwicky lead Dib into the bathroom. Flicking on the lights he sat Dib down on the counter. "You and me." He fished out a wash cloth, putting water on it to begin washing Dib's face and the blood in his mouth. He pulled Dib's mouth open, but he couldn't see any wound, and the boy made no complaint about one in his mouth; he talked perfectly fine. Maybe he really did bite Macks; as disturbing as it was Dwicky didn't feel any emotion about it, save for elation for Dib's recovery. He knew he should have felt horrible, even guilty, but adrenaline and sated worry wouldn't have him feeling anything else. "But I'm so happy you're okay. Oh dear god I'm so, so happy you're remembering again. I- I don't know what I'd do if you couldn't remember us." Dwicky handed Dib a cup of mouth wash. "Rinse out your mouth thoroughly."

Dib took the cup with small thanks and rinsed his mouth, puffing his cheeks as he swirled the minty tasting stuff inside his mouth. It took a few moments but once he was done he spit it in the sink and turned confused eyes back on Dwicky, handing the man the cup afterwards. "What are you talking about? Why wouldn't I remember us?" He managed a small nervous laugh despite his worry and confusion. "I was just with you last night. See, I remember." He cocked his head. "Are you okay?"

Dwicky shook his head; he'd had the scare of his life, never since the incident with Dib's sister had he been so destroyed. This time he was helpless to it. It felt as if several more years had been taken from his life by worry alone. But he didn't seem to want to dwell on it. "Have I told you how much I love you?" He gave a weak smile. "Because I think it's so much I'll just pop." He took either side of the boy's face, brushing thumbs against his cheeks. "And when you aren't around, and I can't see your smile, or hear that little laugh, I just miss you more than you could ever imagine." Dwicky leaned forward and placed a lingering endearing kiss on Dib's forehead. "I need you." He knew he was babbling, but he didn't care, he was just so happy in the strangest ways.

At each word a smile was finally able to come to Dib's face. Despite everything going on around him it was the person in front of him that always made him feel better. "I love you too. So, so much." He leaned forward to cling around Dwicky's middle, burying his face in the man's shirt. "Whenever I'm not around you I'm still thinking about you." He clung a little tighter to Dwicky's shirt. "It's why I can't seem to stay home for more then a few days before just giving in and going back to our place." He finally pulled back and looked up with sad eyes. "Whatever happened that I don't know about, I'm sorry if it was bad. Or if I did something bad. I didn't mean to. I really don't even know how I got here, but I didn't forget us at all."

Dwicky nodded, sniffing a few times. "I know, kiddo." He pet back Dib's hair. "None of this is your fault. Don't worry. Don't worry at all." He turned Dib's head to the side to look at his ear; it looked painful. "This may hurt, and I'm sorry." He took the cloth and cleaned it up as best he could. "This also may be awkward to bandage. And I apologize again." Dwicky dug out some bandages and tried to do exactly that; the ear was an odd part to bandage.

The warning should have been enough, but it wasn't and still Dib flinched and gave a small whimper. He tried his best to brave it the rest of the way, shutting his eyes tight and moving his mind elsewhere. Mostly on how horrible he had felt when he came to. "Dwicky...." The man's name was said quietly and echoed in the bathroom. "I could feel them again. That means they're back, doesn't it?"

Dwicky blinked and his hands stilled. "Yea. Yea it does. They're out of Macks now." He didn't know exactly how he knew, he hadn't been there. But he just knew. He tossed the bandages' wrappers in the garbage. "Your medication is at my-our home." The man smiled some at correcting himself. He picked up the cloth, rinsing it out before he gently tilted Dib's head aside to clean the wound on his neck; another bite mark. "You did it, Dib. You saved Macks. Whether you remember it or not you did it." Dwicky sniffed and smiled gently as he briefly pet Dib's chin. "You're a hero."

"A hero," Dib whispered the words to himself, but somehow they didn't feel comforting. At least not with what he had seen when he had woken up to so much pain. "I don't feel like a hero. It didn't look like I saved Macks from anything at all. He was bloody and just as bad off as I am right now." Dib raised a hand to put it to his head, fingers scratching at scalp. "What if--What if I really did hurt him?"

Dwicky shook his head; he didn't really know anything. "He's going to the hospital he'll be okay. Fwenn will take care of him." He quietly assured the boy, brushing a few strands of dark hair from Dib's forehead. "Don't worry, sweetie. He'll be fine. He has Trec." Dwicky put a large cotton bandage over the wound on Dib's neck. "At least you won't need stitches." He thanked god for small miracles. "I'll disinfect the scratches. So bare with me a little longer." It was sad to see new, worse scratches on Dib. They brought back bad memories of the park. But just as quickly he put those thoughts aside in favor of fixing Dib up.

Dib could only give a small nod as he stared at the white wall of the bathroom. The fact Macks would have to go to a hospital made him feel even worse inside, but he didn't voice that out loud. He didn't want to worry Dwicky anymore then he had to with his own thoughts. The man seemed to be worrying over him enough as it was. With each bit of disinfectant, Dib continued to flinch and give small annoyed whines and whimpers, but otherwise he let Dwicky bandage him. He was never very fond of medical treatment even though he had no choice.

"There. Done." Dwicky placed a quick kiss on Dib's cheek. He slipped his arms around Dib's middle, moving closer to cuddle the boy close, so happy he was finally able to again. "Mmmf. I'm so happy you're okay. I'm never going to let you go. Never." He nuzzled the side of Dib's head, burying his face in the boy's shoulder once more as he literally clung to the Dib. "Never, ever, ever, never."

Dib let out a small quiet laugh. He amazed himself that he was able to considering the entire situation going on outside the bathroom and what was back in his head. "As appealing as that is, I don't think you can stay glued to me constantly. It might bring up awkward questions when I go back to Skool." He moved a hand up to run it through the man's hair. That was when he noticed something off. "Where's my ring?" He pulled his hand back and wiggled his fingers.

Dwicky was almost eased at the fingers through his hair until he actually registered the question. "Uh hm. Oh, it's back at home," he quietly answered. "On the table." He nodded against Dib's shoulder. "Skeets too. In our room where you left him." His voice petered off.

Dib glanced sideways at Dwicky. The man was probably exhausted if the worry he had seen earlier was any indication of how worried he had been over whatever had been going on. Sadly, Dib was still concerned about what was happening in the other room, and wondered if everyone had already left, which they more then likely had. He leaned over to place a kiss on Dwicky's temple, keeping his thoughts to himself and just letting Dwicky be the one to relax for once.

Dwicky stayed as he was until he heard a something outside, and then new people at the door; an ambulance. It only meant that Macks hadn't woken up yet.

Dwicky stood up, smoothing down Dib's hair. They had better get going too. He noticed there was none too subtle blood on his rumpled white shirt. But at the moment, he didn't care. He just wanted to take Dib back to their home; he was so tired, and Dib had yet to eat a proper meal. "We should get going, kiddo." Dwicky brushed a hand along the side of Dib's face. "We'll make sure everyone's alright, and then we'll go home."

Dib looked up at Dwicky and gave a small nod before he took the man's example and stood up as well. When he did his head started throbbing worse then before, but he sucked it up and pretended not to notice the pain. With careful fingers he opened the bathroom door to lead them both out into the hallway. He was afraid to see the sight after hearing the ambulance, but felt horrible for staying locked up in the bathroom when so much else was going on.

Dwicky stood behind Dib in the hallway watching the ambulance workers bring the stretcher down to Macks' bedroom. Dwicky slipped his arms over Dib's shoulders, resting his hands on top of the boy's chest, feeling as anchored as Dib did with the sight. He watched through the far door as they lifted Macks' unconscious body onto the stretcher. They checked his vitals but Dwicky couldn't make out what they or his friends were saying. Soon they were pulling the stretcher back down the hall to the door. Macks looked so ghostly pale it left Dwicky feeling sick. He glanced down the hall to see Trec and Fwenn following.

Dwicky looked at Trec and frowned; what had they done?
Only have three of these to put up I believe, counting this. I already forgot. WoodBugs is tomorrow though in order to keep up with the story's timeline.

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oh my god, you're gonna update woodbugs? *dies* fuck yess