The Ghost Investigators

-By Mosobot64

Episode 1-Ghostbound, Part 1 of 2

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Dib's POV

Things have changed. I'm no longer the same boy I used to be. Once, I told everyone about the newest paranormal thing I found in my back yard. Now, since they won't listen, I don't bother.

Did I say I've changed? Yes. But the fact is, things go bump in the night. I merely have changed my method of studying these things.

My name is Dib. Paranormal Investigator.

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Wow. My first day at Membrane High. For the record, yes, this is a school my dad started. My dad wanted me and my sister to go here because we'd get in free. (Not that that's a problem with us, but still...)

I'm sure I can make some friends. To start with, I don't have a big head anymore. Or at least I've grown to fit it. Anyway, I wear much smaller (And cooler looking) glasses, and leather gloves.

I walk to school (My dad showed me the way seven times already), and I pass by the pretty trees, when suddenly, I kick some weird kind of rock. I pick it up, and it glows a light blue in my hand. I glance up, and I see the creepy old house that several of my peers (And myself I might add) think is haunted. The rock I have, still glowing, is perfectly round on top and perfectly flat on the bottom, and although I had just kicked it, is perfectly smooth and clean and not even scratched.

I pocket the magnificent jewel in my black jacket and head off to school.

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I arrive at school, and I take a seat at my first class. Science. My specailty.

The teacher starts writing stuff on the board, and I read it. Its all about molecules. This is stuff I learned when I was six.

"Now, what is all matter made up off?" The teacher inquires.

I quickly raise my hand.

"Yes, Dib?"

"Well, are you talking just particles or do you want to go to a sub-atomic level?" I inquire.

The teacher looks at me, shocked. He obviously wasn't expecting a question like that. "Particles will be fine, Dib. Why aren't you taking any notes?"

"I don't need to." I reply.

"What about studying for the test?"

"I'll ace it." I say. "I learned this stuff when I was six."

"Just who do you think you are?!?" The teacher demands. He's obviously scared now.

I stand up. I'm getting tired of this. "I think I'm the son of Professor Membrane, founder of this very school!"

The kids all stare at me. The teacher looks angrilly at me, but then settles down, gathers his notes, and continues teaching.

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I walk out of class for recess. I recall my friends told me they'd be attending this school too.

Yes. The crazy thing is, I do have friends. I got them just last year. They helped me many times back when Zim was still here. One of them is a psychic girl named Nasira. What always surprised me about her was that she was never afraid to show off who she really is. I respect that.

And then there's Brick. This guy isn't all that smart, but he's super-strong and tough as a rhinoceros. He's a nice enough guy, but his hugs tend to be a tad tight. Just a tad.

So, as I walk through the halls, I suddenly see a familiar face, and it mesmerizes me.

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Nasira's POV

Well, I just happened to be walking through the hall's when I noticed behind me, a familiar mind. A mind liked me for my entire being, who didn't fear me because I was different, but liked me for this reason.

I turn around, and there he is. Gaping at how much I've changed. It's not surprising, though. Dib has changed a great deal as well, he is now much taller, so his head is not nearly as big in proportion to his body. He wears leather gloves and smaller glasses, so I can now clearly see his chocalate brown eyes.

He collectes himself, clears his throat, and then speaks. "Nasira. Surprised to see you." I see he is not lying. In fact, he's still shaken by my surprising appearance. "So, uh, watcha doing?"

"Oh, not much, my friend." I say. "Merely heading to class."

"What class?" Dib asks.

"Oh, math."

"Funny, I have math too." Dib says to me. "Mind if I come with?"

"Well, sure. I see no reason why not." I say, and he comes closer to me, so we walk to math together.

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Dib's POV

Nasira. She is so much different than how I remember her. Her hair still is long and pearly white, and her eyes still are a gleaming blue, but that aside, much has changed. Her shirt I remember, has a large blue cross on it. Not anymore. And like me, she has grown taller. Now, though, she has...well, breasts.

I wonder if she is looking into my mind right now, knowing all that I think. In that way, her mind is like a ghost. She can see your mind, but you can't see hers. Although in generations to come, that may change.

"So, uh, where's Brick?" I ask, trying to seem settled.

"He's at P.E, right now." Nasira said.

"Yeah, P.E. Always was his best subject. Not surprising considering he cn punch a hole through a wall in his sleep, literally." Nasira chuckles at my last comment.

"One thing I always liked about you, Dib." She smiles. "You always were the smart-ass."

"You're one to talk," I say. "Since when are you swearing?"

"Since the day I turned 14." Nasira replies. "Dammit." She adds.

Both of us start laughing.

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At lunch, I finally got to see Brick.

To be honest with you, he hasn't changed all that much. He's still really big, really tall, peering at me with those yellowish eyes of his, grinning at me with his teeth with short tusks on the lower jaw. He still has his shoulder-length red hair, and he's still wearing his grey shirt with the thick zig-zag on the bottem.

Except now he has a short beard on his chin. Suits him, actually.

"Heya, Dibby." Brick says. "How's it goin'?"

"Not too bad, Brick, not too bad." I say. "So, what crazy shiitake mushrooms are the cafetieria ladies serving today?"

"Pretty yummy stuff." Brick said. "Did you try thier beef stew? It's killer, man, totally killer!"

Probably, this school is pretty well funded. Usually at my old school, they'd serve stuff that made kids' livers explode. Okay, I'm exagerrating. But still...

Nasira then comes up, reuniting our party of three. As the three of us start talking, a guy walks up to us.

"Hey, Dib!" He says.

I turn around. "Yeah, what's up?"

"I heard you wanna be a paranormal investigator. Am I right?"

"Well...yeah." I say. I really don't know what he's getting at.

"Great. Well, you know that house you pass when you walk to school that some kids think is haunted?" He says.

"Yeah?" I say.

"I dare you to stay there tonight." The kid says.

"I'll do that." I say. "And you know what, I'll go a little farther. I'll PROVE that place is haunted. Deal?"

The kid is a little surprised, but not that much. It passes fast. "Deal."

The kid then walks off.

"Well, guys? Does that seem interesting?" I ask.

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After school, head back to my place. Gaz sits there on the couch, playing her videogames as usual. Now, though, she wears punker boots and dark red lipstick.

I head into my room, and I hear a crunching noise.

"Gir, come out. I know it's you." I say.

The insane little robot comes out of my closet, eating a chocolate bar. I notice several dozen wrappers lying on the floor of my closet. Gir hasn't changed at all, really. He's still white with green glowing eyes, still small, and still insane.

"Hiya, Dib!" The little robot says.

"Hey, Gir. I've gotta drop by a local shop. Wanna come?" I ask.

"Can we get a taco?" Gir asks me.

"Sure." I say.

"Whee!" The little robot says, and follows me out the door.

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I head over to the spirit shop. It would be an hour's walk from home, but I take the bus. I need to learn more about the strange stone I found this morning. I can tell there are no transistors in it.

A sign mounted atop the shop says "Spirit Shop, for all of your spiritual needs". This is good shop to go to if you're, say, a wiccan. I go here just to get a lead on some of the strange, seemingly mystical happenings. Mostly for the ghosts.

I head inside. The place is filled with heavy purfume. Lined on the shelves are crystal balls, and bound together plants such as sage. In the back are shelves lined with old books, probably about the mystic arts.

"Hello, Dib." The shopkeeper greets me. She is a woman with brunette hair done in a ponytail and wearing a robe of pink.

"Hey." I reply. "I found something strange. Take a look at this." I pull the incredibly clear stone out of my pocket and show it to her.

"Interesting, interesting." The woman says. "I'll see if I can find something on this."

I wait for a couple of hours while the woman studies in the back. Gir starts breakdancing in front of me, then starts banging on his head. I ignore him.

Soon, the woman comes back, hands the stone to me, and speaks.

"The stone you have there Dib could be a SoulStone." The woman says. "This stone posesses considerable power. It can identify spirits just by glowing."

"It glows blue?" I ask.

"Yes, for spirits." She says. "There are other colours it may glow, but it is unknown why. Another interesting thing about it is that it's indestructible. Diamond can be cut by another diamond but there is not a matierial on earth capable of penetrating a SoulStone." She continued. "It is unique, one of a kind."

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After getting Gir his burrito (And watching him make a mess), I head over to the haunted house. There, all of my friends wait.

"So, shall we go in?" Nasira says to me.

"Oh, yes." I say.

The house is definately a classic haunted house. The paint is peeling away, and the knob is rusty. The door's hinges creak when I open it. Cobwebs cover the foyer. Obviously, no one's lived here for years.

I walk upstairs, and look around, with my videocamera in my hand. Suddenly, the SoulStone (That I have attatched to the leather glove on my right hand) starts glowing blue. Then it changes red.

And then, I'm hurled by some mysterious force into the wall behind me, and I cry out in shock and in pain.

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Mother pussbuckets! Sorry for the cliffhanger. Will post Part 2 of Ghostbound in a day or two. Tell me what you think!

-Mosobot64