I got back into one-shots again. But I think they are getting darker…

Oh well.

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Trickery, trickery TOCK, see the clicking clock.

That played in his head over and over like a broken record. There was no way to stop it; no matter how many pills they gave him. The song repeated over and over, making him wish he could drive his nails into his skull and then be done with it once and for all.

Trickery, trickery TOCK, see how the children mock.

Dib threw himself onto the padded floor in frustration. His arms were bound for 'safety' or so they say. He was sure it was just a way to taunt him. The jacket was only more evidence that he was insane. The room was locked from the outside, and it was never opened unless it was time for his pills, shots, and poisonous foods. He hated it. He wanted it all to end.

Trickery, trickery TOCK, first you spill the blood of the Jock.

Images ran though his head without mercy as he was forced back down a deep spiral of memories, the memories that were best forgotten. The memories that bought guilt and pain, with each drop of blood.

Trickery, trickery TOCK, murders around the CLOCK.

He had lost it. Whatever shred of sanity he had left was torn away when he left. This was his fault. Dib was seeing his face all over school, even though he knew it to be impossible. His classmates began to taunt him, and began to mock his mental health.

TRICKERY, TRICKERY, TOCK!

That would have been fine. Dib was used to that by now. But those damn kids have to bring in his mother, and insulted her memory. They had to bring in his sister, and beat her when she had no part in his actions. They had to accuse him of having part of Zim's disappearance.

TOCK! TOCK! TOCK!

They were going too far. And they weren't going to stop anytime soon. And as for Father… since when did he care?

TOCK!

Dib let out a small giggle. They deserved it. Every one of them deserved it. Not a single bullet was wasted. Not a single blade was ignored. He giggles grew into a crazed laughter.

THRICKERY TOCK!

Dib just only wished he had killed more.

Trickery, trickery TOCK, see the clicking clock.