Freaking Out
By Mailreaper and Hitsugaya
Rating: PG -13 to R
Warnings: If you don’t like “gay love” as it’s called, leave. There’s violence, some emotional trauma, angst, and a bit of swearing. Enjoy your stay for the daring ones.
Disclaimer: All characters and story settings come out of our minds. We don’t use other people’s materials. HAHA. So we own both, and all of the characters that appear in this story.
Summary: “What the fuck was I even THINKING when I brought this kid into my life?! We’re going to DIE now if I don’t come up with something. Stupid stupid STUPID!”
Beta: Mint-flavored-birdie (we SO love you)

Chapter 2

Dib was sitting outside of Ty’s hospital room, two and a half hours after they had left school.

“I’m sorry Mr. Ty, there’s nothing we could possibly do.” Eavesdropping is bad, but interesting and exciting, Dib thought to himself.

“All the money you have is for your surgery, not for this.” Shit! Surgery?!

Ty couldn’t help but click his tongue at that. “Then how do you propose I’ll pay this off?” He waved his casted left wrist. He was almost pleading for an answer, even if he was angry. “Just take the money out of my account. I’ll make more. I can do it before anything extreme happens, yes?” It was a little bit of hope in a hopeless world. The doctor sighed.

“Alright… but this takes 2,000 dollars off of your account. And you’re supposed to have the money within three months or this may have fatal consequences. The surgery costs are up to 20,000 dollars, and you have 15,000...without the withdrawal.” The doctor wasn’t making things seem in a better perspective, but Ty nodded.

“I could live with that. Hopefully.” He smirked at his own dark, but serious, humor.

Unable to take anymore, Dib burst into the room. “Seriously, doctor? No health care, and he’s a teenager, what else? Make him sleep outside?” Dib noticed Ty’s startled and angry face. “I’ll pay for it. With what money I have.” He regretted the words as soon as they came from his mouth.

Ty gaped at Dib. He scratched his teeth together. “Dib, no. It’s my responsibility anyway. Besides, I can’t afford health care." He tried not to explode right there. It was hard. “Why the hell did you even…” Ty couldn’t get the words out. Dib knew about the surgery. Thank god he didn’t know for what. “Keep your money. You need it to survive.” Ty wanted to nod at the doctor to leave, but he didn’t. He was busy glaring a deep hole into the floor.

Annoyed, Dib just stared for several moments before replying. “Fine, if you feel like dying, go ahead.” His anger evident in his voice. “I don’t give a damn. And when you’re on the verge of death, remember who tried helping you.” Dib wanted to say more, to throw insults at him, to do something that’ll make him feel worthless, but the words wouldn’t come.

Ty couldn’t help but smile lightly at the teen. He didn’t want to drag him into this. It seemed his anger had faded from him with those words. “Once I’m an inch from dying, I’ll think about what you said. And thank God you don’t care. I thought for a second there that you did.” He was stubborn. Dib would just have to get used to that. Or try bribing the doctor. Wow; weird. Ty didn’t feel very good with all the pain killer eating away at his insides. Too many strong drugs to be on.

Dib was feeling some amount of anger, but now it was just sadness. “You’re being ridiculous. I said I’d pay, but you’re not listening! Fine, if you wanna pay, go ahead and be poor. For your surgery, I hope it goes well. But if you go poor, there’s always a street to sleep on.” He sneered with an obvious feeling of vexation.

Ty cackled. He wouldn’t give up, would he? “Fine. If you want to spend money on me, then so be it. I won’t stand in your way. Oh and… I live in a house that has no mortgage. I’m already poor as it is. Why do you think I’m so thin? How much do you think I have for food?” he left it at that, looking up to stare Dib in the face.

Dib watched him for a bit. “I’ll pay. When do you need the money?” He was addressing the doctor directly.

“By the end of the surgery. How do you have so much money?” The doctor stated and questioned. That surprised Dib like no other.

“Does it matter? I’m giving you money. It doesn’t matter where it comes from.” Dib was especially tender about money, definitely where he got it from.

Ty was ready to protest. “All of it?! No no. I can’t have that. Are you kidding? I’m paying for some of it too. You’re not being fair.” That seemed to come out of his mouth all wrong and backwards. Ty also noted how sensitive Dib had been with money. He’d address that debate later. He had expected from him to only want to pay for his broken wrist, not the entire surgery. Could this day get any more twisted?

Dib smiled nicely and sympathetically. “Yeah, all of it. But if you feel so inclined to pay for some, go ahead. Whatever tickles your fancy. But you’ll have to deal with me helping you out. Because I’m not revoking it. Heh. So have fun with the wrist thing. I’ll pay for the entire surgery. Money doesn’t bother me, obviously.” He mutter the last sentence, hoping nobody had heard.

But Ty had heard it. Every word. He ground his teeth together, pretty damn hard. “Money doesn’t bother you…while I’m barely surviving on a snack bar per week.” He smiled lightly at his own poor state. Dib had to be rich or something. “I’ll pay for the cast and… a quarter of the surgery. Take it or let me die.” He meant that in all seriousness.

Dib was startled. “Well now that I’m paying for some of it, you won’t have to worry about money as you do now and you can spend money on food and stuff. I’m just throwing this out there, but we’re not friends. I’m only doing this because if you died that wouldn’t go about too well with the school and what not…so yeah.” He ended that extremely lamely.

There had to be some admittance made here. What Dib had said did hurt. But he wouldn’t admit it out loud. Ty snorted. “I guess I have no choice then. For the sake of the school.” Ty went back to staring at the ground before getting the nerve to ask. “Are you rich or something? Cause, as you know now, very well, that I’m as poor as a hobo.” That sounded better in his head. Scoffing, Ty looked at the wire attached to his arm, feeding his blood. What an insignificant but needed liquid.

Dib inhaled sharply. "Doctor, could you please give us a moment?" The doctor gave them a strange look before he left the room. "Okay, so about ten years ago my parents died, and they were beyond rich. I was sent to an orphanage and was treated horrendously. So I left when I was ten. I found their bank information and now I'm living off their checking. Their savings is for college. Does that answer your question? The death of my beloved, sorta, parents?" It was obvious that he was angry.

Running a hand lazily through his hair, Ty nodded. "Yeah that about sums it up. Sorry for being curious, I didn't know it was that terrible to ask questions...." Ty didn't feel like being sarcastic. At least Dib's parents couldn't get their hands on him. Or the orphanage. The fear shook his body lightly, before he looked back at Dib. "I'm sorry about your parents. If you'll allow my sympathy." He flicked at the cast, staring at the white wall in front of him.

"Okay, it's fine. Uh....yup." After that it got really awkward. The embarrassing moment was interrupted by the nosy doctor. "Are you done speaking yet? I still need to run a diagnosis on the patient."

Ty moaned in response to the doctor. "Yeah, we're through. He's not much for words. But please make it quicker. These pain killers are making me sick." With that, Ty laid down on the bed/ He was so tired, he had just realized that. Drake never let him have any time for sleep. Shit.

I think you should sleep. You kinda look like death itself." Dib gently pulled the door open and waved goodbye. "Don't hurt him too much." Dib gave one last look to Ty before leaving his new acquaintance.

Ty barely understood what Dib was saying until Death came into the picture. He tried not to laugh and waved back helplessly. What a day.



It felt like forever before the doctor was satisfied and let him leave. Ty had no idea as to how he was going to get back to the school for his car. He felt like throwing up from disappointment. Pleasure. He had gotten a good hour of sleep, and then two more hours of tests. What about staying on a bunch for the night and then walking to school tomorrow? Ty was considering it. He had had enough of this day. But he trudged along the sidewalk anyway.

Why did I like like an idiot? What I'm sure he'll be okay, Dib thought lightly. He's a strange person that seems to know everything. Oh well.



"Crap, I actually have school today," Dib muttered as he climbed out of his makeshift bed, just like any other day. He left for school, wondering if Ty would be there.

Ty ended up getting lost over the course of his walk and had stalked aimlessly until he decided to sit on a bench. Ironically, he stayed on that bench all night and into a part of the morning. He had acquired the gut to ask a stranger where the school was, and got there just in time to lazily walk to the front doors and be on time for the first bell. This wasn't how he planned on any of his first or second days going. Ty hadn't had a good sleep since a week ago. How enjoyable. Ty's backpack had been sent to the office the day before just so he could retrieve it. He got to his first block just in time. The seat was way than the bench had been, his sore muscles relaxing a bit. The cast wasn't helping much, either.

As soon as Dib noticed Ty was actually in school he was euphoric. Nice to see he's alive. But instead of holding a conversation, he passed on his desk only to be awoken by hes angry teacher, yelling incomprehensible words.

As the teacher continued yelling at Dib, who sat right in front of himself, Ty smirked. The teen was so tired yet Ty had barely slept the entire weeks. How inconsiderate. All the students seemed to not care about Dib sleeping and getting yelled at. It was probably normal.And now the rumors and gossip about what had happened yesterday had spread like wildfire. Unneeded attention. His cast was like a giant sign saying...it happened!! Ty sighed.

Dib was waiting for his teacher to shut the hell up! They can all be so annoying sometimes. He muttered apologies and whatever else deemed appropriate for the moment. He glanced back at Ty, frightful of his awaiting expression.

Ty wasn't expecting Dib to look back at him, all he gave was a really dumb face before smirking lightly. The teacher had finally let them be. They had less than five minutes left in the class anyway. "What are you doing sleeping? I was the one stuck on a park bench all night." He chuckled lightly and noted theteen's cool look caring. He had changed it since yesterday.

Dib let out a slight chuckle. "Well maybe you shouldn't sleep on park benches. Heh. Just kidding..." or was he? "Heh. We have, like, two minutes left of class. I'll tell you more about park benches in sociology. They're actually pretty gross." Dib chuckled again as he shoved his crap into his backpack.

Leaning back in his chair lightly, Ty crossed his arms over his chest. Park benches = menacing. Fun. Ty looked out the window, noting how cloudy and dark it was. Rain. With a sudden realization, Ty froze in his spot, eyes as wide as they could possibly be in horror. His poor back. Drake would definitely give him a good beating for this one. He felt his far any sunburn from yesterday's sun. It didn't feel like it, although he noted the swollen, bruised spot under his eye. Great, more injuries. It didn't seem anysunburn was present, but just to be sure..."Dib, is my skin sun burnt at all?" Such a strange question, but he didn't want a lashing. Not today, the fear clearly etched into his features.

Dib heard the fear clearly entwined in his voice. Dib looked back to examine his features. "Eh, a bit," Dib said in fact. "Hardly noticeable until you say something." Dib shrugged.

Ty's look of horror only got worse. "No, he's going to beat the shit out of me!" With that, he slammed his casted hang against the desk, grabbing his backpack and stalking out of the room just as the bell rang. "What else could go wrong today?!"

Dib watched with strange curiosity at the retreating Ty. "I wonder... " he barely whispered as he followed. "Hey, Ty! Wait up a bit!"

Ty just continued going, slowing down just barely. He was going to DIE, very very soon. He laughed rather nervously and fearfully. "Looks like you're wasting your money after all, Dib."

Dib stopped short. "Wasting my money? Yeah. Uh-huh. Sure. How so?" He raised his eyebrows, obviously curious. "Even if what I'm doing is feeble to you, you dying would kinda suck. Didn't you read my note I gave you yesterday?"

Ty watched him carefully in between his panic attacks. "Well, for one, I'm going to be beaten up for this sunburn," he pointed to his face. His words stopped, shivers running down is body. Cold, excruciatingly cold. His body was loosing heat. The pills. Hismeds . Ty didn't go home and take them. He could already feel his stomach aching. He would be spitting up blood in a little while if he didn't get those pills. Ty managed to stare at the other, a completely blank expression crossing his face. "Mymeds..." he managed to whisper.

Dib barely managed to hear what he said. "Meds? How badly do you need them?" He wasn't really panicking.

As if in response, Ty's body felt like regurgitating the bloody contents of his stomach. He managed to choke it back, but the blood still ran from his mouth down his chin. His body shook violently, the cold coming much too fast. Heat, warmth, anything. The reaction to no drugs was happening too fast. Much too fast. He was barely handling it. "A lot..." He managed to choke between blood flow.

Dib watched in horror as Ty released blood from his insides. "Holy shit! We have ...wherever it is your med are!" He took out the keys to his car. "Where to? Your house or the hospital?" Now he was beginning to panic.

Ty was almost surprised at this reaction. He coughed weakly. "House..." He managed another choke. How stupid. Ty could only smirk in between shivers. "I was...definitely not...not expecting that." Ty crumpled against the locker, wondering when heat loss would get to his mind and he'd NEED it enough to hug the teen.

Dib realized how cold Ty was and wrapped him in a hug ruining another white shirt. "We have to get you to your house now. Let's go." He draped his arms around his shoulder to keep them warm.

If Ty could gasp, he would most likely have sucked all the air out of the school. All that came out was a muffled whimper as he forced himself to swallow the blood. Ty leaned on the other, wiping his face on his sleeve but the blood the kept coming. He reached his hand into his pocket, pulling out the note. Ty grinned widely. "I remember-" he cut himself off with a choked up cough. Lungs were beginning to fail him. "Writing that..." he pointed to the 'boyfriend' on the page. "And yes, I am proud." With that, his voice gave out. Breathing...failing. Shit. No air. And so the day got worse.

But he noted, even if he couldn't breathe, the heat that was coming from Dib. It was relaxing. Heat was good. Ty just wanted to sleep.

"Good. But we'll talk later. I have to get you out of here." Dib thought it may have been a bad idea, but he tried picking him up and bringing him to his car anyway. "I'm speeding, by the way. I stole a government car. Heh." Dib grinned with dark humor.

Ty couldn't comprehend what Dib was talking about, his brain lacked oxygen. The heat leaving him caused him to shiver, blood choking him even more. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. How horrible. He could seriously die if this didn't work out. Ty's brain was screaming at him for oxygen and warmth. He swallowed the blood, trying to breathe. He consumed a small rasp of air, satisfied with just that. Dib was like a small sun, heat seemed to radiate off of him. Ty went and grabbed Dib's arm, feeling the heat on his fingers. So nice.

Dib slammed the car in drive and practically screeched out of the parking lot turning on the sirens and light of the black, sleek car. "Hell! I don't know how to get to your how, you'll have to help despite this condition, okay?" Dib was seriously freaking out.

Ty nodded lightly, understanding the small bit. Not understanding why they seemed to be in a police car or something. He wanted the loud noise to stop. He took the note he had somehow managed to put in his pocked back out, taking a pencil out of his pocket. Ty scribbled the directions in his neat text, it didn't even seem he was in much trauma.

Dib gently took the paper and read them as he drove, being extremely illegal. "Thanks. We'll be there in about ten minutes. Five if I break the law." With that, Dib floored the accelerator and they lurched forward. "Don't die, for me, no the school. Please don't," he said to Ty, hoping he could hear.

Ty heard it, tried to comprehend it, and failed horribly. Don't die for what? Why was he pleased? The spinning colors of the outside world made him feel like he was hallucinating, on some kind of drug. No air. No heat. Why wasn't he dead yet? The only clear though that seemed to resonate in his head.

Five minutes and 15 seconds later, Dib slammed on the brakes outside Ty's house and got him out of the passenger seat. He didn't notice the broken windows or siding falling off of the small shack of a house as he ran in. "Where to?!" Dib inquired, frantic.

It took Ty a few seconds, or minutes it felt to him, to realize they were in his house. He pointed limply to the kitchen. "Cabinet." Ty hoped Dib knew what he meant by cabinet. He could feel it, there wasn't much time. His heart was slowing too much.

Dib barely understood the light words that Ty muttered. "Okay, kitchen cabinet." He sprinted into the kitchen trying to find where it was. When he found it, he broke into the first cabinet he could find and pulled out the small orange bottle filled with pills. "Here, I'll get you some water/" Finding no chair to put him on, Dib rested Ty against the wall while he filled a glass with water, handing them both to Ty.

Where the hell were they again? Ty couldn't exactly remember. When the water and pill were shoved in his face, he knew then, just from pure memory, that he had to swallow it. Ty took it weakly, and put it in his mouth before guzzling it down with the water. He waited for the effect. Always so instant, it made him feel revived. This time it took a few moment but he felt the pain in his stomach leaving. The blood finally stopped coming up his esophagus. Then he waited. He needed air. Badly to the point that it burned. The drug finally activated on his lungs, almost forcing air in. Ty gasped, the sudden air making his head spin horribly. He coughed and breathed more air. The drug didn't work fast for the cold. So freezing. He started shaking horribly again, teeth chattering.

Dib flooded with relief as soon as Ty stopped gagging as he had been the entire time. But another problem had arisen: Ty was shivering to a point where he could hardly contain it. Thinking quickly, Dib rolled down the sleeves of his shirt and unbuttoned it, pulling it across Ty's shoulders instead. He sat down next to him and pulled him close to keep him warm.

The sudden heat almost felt like would dry his skin. Ty wanted to pull away from whatever it was, but he decided it was better to stay close. It was so warm. Pulling up slightly, he leaned into the heat. His memory was faulty. Almost as if Drake had taken control and then he was back again. He couldn't remember what had happened/ But all he focused on was the warmth. He grabbed at it, his skin so cold compared to the heat.

Dib shivered slightly as he realized how cold Ty was. Sort of like a blizzard in the arctic circle. "Oh, my God, Ty...you're really cold. Do you need anything to keep you any warmer? Because I'm not an unlimited supply of heat. I run out, too." Dib gently shook Ty to make sure he heard.

Ty's eyes shot open. It was a person?! The heat was a person?! And DIB at that! What had happened? His brain tried to scavenge for the missing memory. He had gone to school...And then he was angry at something. Or was he scared? This was so confusing. He tried to pull away from Dib, his weak state not letting him. "What the fuck happened?" It sounded strange saying that. Out of place. Ty seemed to avoid the question of heat, the drug, finally, slowly, taking care of that. Where were they anyway?!

Dib was genuinely surprised. But after a bit if made sense. "Well, in first block you were upset because you had fallen asleep on a park bench. Then you started freaking out about something likemeds and burst out of the room. I followed you and all of the sudden you started throwing up blood. So I said I'd take you to your house for your pills and that's where we are now." Dib heaved a massive breath as soon as he finished his speech.

The memory came back slowly once Dib reminded him. The pain...uck. He ignored it. He didn't know what to say to him. Embarrassment came over him and he blushed. This was really awkward if he thought about the situation through Dib's perspective. A new kid comes to school, and not even knowing him for two days he was paying for his medical problems and helping him stay alive. This was all his fault. Ty gritted his teeth. "I'm such a fucker." Simple. "Sorry I ruined your shirt..." Now THAT was him. He stayed leaning into Dib's chest so he didn't have to show his confusion between emotions.

Dib pulled him closer despite how cold he was. "I don't mind. It's fine. I have a million white shirts, considering I wear one every day of my life." Dib looked closely at Ty, attempting to see his face. "You're not as bad as you think you are. Actually, it was my choice to help you, which means I don't hate everybody on this planet. You are quite the exception. Besides, you're not bad at all." He smiled even though he knew Ty couldn't see him.

"I thought you hated physical contact..." It was such a stupid thing to say after what Dib had said, but he couldn't help it. Ty hated his own stubbornness. He was such a screwed up person. "How could you like me...after just two days?" It was so honest it almost scared Ty, but he had to know. Why was he trusting him so easily? Why?

"Hmph. Fair enough. And you're right. I hate human contact. I just don't want my new acquaintance to die prematurely." Dib shrugged nonchalantly. "Besides, if I didn't like you as much as I do, you'd be dead right now and I'd be in sociology hardly caring. So until that time, which will never happen, I'll help you, Ty, no matter what. Unless you turn out to hate me and if you want megone, I'll go for your sake, not mine."

Ty smirked lightly. The teen was guarded. He was definitely guarded. But he ignored it and nodded. "Whatever you say." Ty pulled away from Dib to rub his face. He was so tired. Sleep deprived. But he didn't let it show. Dib must have had enough of him for a few days.

Dib noticed Ty rub his face and realized he must be tired. "Hey, Ty. Where's your bed? It seems you may need it now. Heh." Dib couldn't help contain his curiosity as he ran his fingers through Ty's hair, pulling the black locks backwards.

“Oh really? That makes me feel a little better…” Just a little. The floor was comfortable… When the floorboards didn’t stab you in the back every night. He didn’t mention it. Ty actually thought the small touch was comforting. He dare not mention it, just make it apparent by leaning into the touch slightly. This is strange…just a little. Comfort for the first time…or the first he was experiencing it.

Dib hardly noticed the slight movement. Instead he attempted to make his movements small by getting closer ever so slightly. He didn’t really wanna move, but he had to for Ty’s sake. “I think you ‘ought to sleep. Where do you sleep?” he began getting up and helping Ty up as well.

Ty opened his eyes as he was pulled up, nearly falling flat on his face, but he caught his balance. He didn’t want to show Dib where his room was. Way too much of Drake written all over it. He was sure there was a cut off limb still left from his last murder… Or whatever Drake called it. Stalling… No no. But what would he do? “Uh…”

Dib caught his hesitation. “If you don’t want me in there, I don’t mind. In fact, I guess since this is your house, I shouldn’t even be in here.” Dib was never the type of person that wanted to start any type of conflict.

Ty sighed in relief. But at the same time, he wanted conflict. For once, for this teen to actually fight with him. But he didn’t want to push it. He paused for a second. "I’m not tired. We should get back to school or something…” School… He didn’t want to go. He was tired. But for some reason… Oh wait, sunburn. That’s why he didn’t want to stay.

That was probably the last thing Dib expected. “Okay. But need I remind you that sociology isn’t the most exciting class in the world.” He let out a dry laugh. “just think about yesterday." That wasn’t the most exciting thing in the world despite the fact that Ty almost died.

“Yesterday and today aren’t the greatest days of my life.” He chuckled lightly. “You’re so okay with everything. Do you have even one curious gland in your body? Or maybe one that fights back?” The questions had slipped out before he even thought about it. He felt like slapping himself. Bad, bad idea to ask stupid questions.

Dib was verbally whacked in the face. "What? Do you want me to nosy and annoying or something?” his anger was obvious. “One that fights back, huh? Hmmm… Somehow that sounds a bit hypocritical to me. So this is what I’m gonna do: I’m going to leave you here while I explore your house and there’s not much that you can do about it. Not really. Because I won’t allow it. How’s that for curiosity?” He sighed to himself and started to walk around, aimlessly at that.

Ty smirked. Wow, he had definitely expected that. Dib could be verbally manipulated, not like it really mattered. “I advise you not to look behind any doors.” It was a very sincere comment. It came out very grave, even to Ty’s ears. Dib was angry, which was very obvious. Ty crossed his arms, following the other slowly.

Dib turned to him slowly. “Define closed doors. That will help me greatly.” It came out sarcastic, but in all actuality he needed to know. Mainly in case something dastardly would happen…hopefully not, but it was definitely possible.

Ty crossed his arms. He had to think about it for a few seconds. “No entering closets. If you get to a door I don’t want you in, I’ll tell you, just don’t be too surprised.” His sarcasm was finally back. Ty didn’t want it very much, but he screwed that over a little bit. Slowly, he followed the other.

Secretly Dib was surprised but he tried not to show it. “Oh? Well this shall be very interesting.” He actually began to notice the broken holes in the hall held closed by wooden planks. As he continued along, he instantly regretted being so harsh toward Ty. He rounded a corner and walked towards a door that seemed harmless enough. “May I?”

Ty stared at the door for a few seconds, hoping to God that Drake hadn’t hid anything freakish in there. He nodded lightly, clicking his tongue quietly.

Dib gingerly pushed the open the door revealing a pretty normal room. Well normal for his house anyway. It was basically empty with a boarded up window. He walked closely in gently holding the window curtain and looking out of the window at the street. “What’s it like?” He was choked up. Unable to ask his full question.

Ty frowned lightly at the question and walked in after Dib, crossing his arms behind his back. “What’s what like?” He noted Dib’s choked up voice. What was wrong about the room? It was fairly normal. Ty looked around. Nothing dead. No killer weapons lying around. So Drake didn’t dare lay foot into the room. That was nice. Ty brought this attention back to Dib.

Dib couldn’t contain it. He shook his head while simultaneously squeezing his eyes ever so shut. “I wanna know how you can live here and not be killing people and animals left and right? It’s like, you have this disease type thing, and nobody since you has moved here, and then your house looks like it’s gonna die any moment now.” Dib knew it sounded a bit rude to say such thing but once he started, he couldn’t stop.

Ty was, in all honesty, slightly confused by the question. “Uh… Can you maybe rephrase the question a little? I’m confused as to what you want to know.” He got the gist of it, but still found himself not knowing how to answer the boy correctly.

Dib blushed from slight embarrassment and coughed slightly. “I know you give off this strange aura about you that may scare people but past that, you’re quite nice and optimistic. How? After all that’s happened to you.”

Oh. Of course. How stupid of him. “I wouldn’t say optimistic… But I get what you’re asking. Um… I don’t know. I’m the way I am. But…” He knew what he wanted to say. He did have a dark side. The was the side that always shone though. He looked at the mirror that was right across from where they stood. Drake stared back at him, arms crossed over his chest in a pinned glare. Ty was used to it. He looked back at Dib, and then stared at Drake again.

Dib looked at him quizzically. “But…?” Ty’s ability to not finish sentences could really build up suspense. It didn’t feel all that great to be slowly told things. Tension was being built up in his stomach, forming a knot, choking him, suffocating him.

Ty looked back at Dib. “I’m not the most innocent person. I’ve got shit loads of blood on my hands.” Ty was trying to be very careful. Drake smirked at him trough the mirror. “It’s funny how you try to hide me.” Ty wanted to throw something at the mirror but stayed perfectly still. “You know how many things we have done. I’m you. You created me.” Drake’s smirk only turned into a wide grin. “Shut the FUCK up!” Ty couldn’t help it. Drake knew how to rack at his nerves. Ty almost forgot Dib was in the room. His anger would look like it was directed to a stupid mirror.

Dib watched Ty carefully. No fear. No anger. Just mere confusion. “Ty… Mind you- Are you okay? From my perspective you seem to be yelling at a mirror. It’s not weird, I just wanna know why. And who’s we?” He spoke slowly as to not peak his anger.

Ty went rigid, remembering where he was and who was with him. “I’m fine…” Drake cracked up. “I should show him just how fine we are.” Drake had said it only to aggravate Ty more. “We..?” He had said we? When? How? Dib wasn’t afraid or anything. Drake laughed again. “I want to talk to the brat again!” He seemed gleeful. Ty stared at him again. “Don’t you dare…” It was a murmur. But he dared. Ty found himself staring back at Drake, this time on the other side of the spectrum. Drake had taken over. Shit. Dib didn’t even know it yet.

Dib waited patiently while Ty had his mental break down or whatever it was. “Ty… What’s wrong?” He finally asked after several long long moments of silence.

Drake grinned widely at Dib. Insignificant fool. He looked at Ty who looked panicked. Laughing hysterically, Drake looked at the kid again. “I’m pleased to meet you. Now let’s have some fun.” He flipped out the pocket knife Ty always carried, the blade slick and clean. Oh, how he loved a clean blade. “It would be more fun if I remembered where I put my handgun, but my memory fails me at the moment.” Drake knew this Dib would see the change in person right a way. It was staring him in the face. “Oh, and by the way… I’m Drake.” He grin only grew wider and freakier.

“Drake? What about-” At that moment it dawned on him. He learned about schizophrenia in sociology. “You're schizophrenic. Hello there. I’m Dib.” While talking, Dib slowly moved into a defensive position. “This probably isn’t a good idea. Think about Ty.” Dib attempted to reason with the suddenly different person before him.

Drake scoffed. “Calm and collected. It almost hurts my ears and disgraces my records or fear.” He chucked the blade aside bored with it already. “And yes, I am. A little bit.” He smirked. Without further ado, Drake kicked him out of his defensive position and tackled him. “Everyone has a monster inside them screaming to be let loose. The one from way back in the past, at the beginning of human kind where it was every man for himself. Civilization has lost the need to kill because Humans have become civil. But that monster is still there, within people. I just so happen to be that monster! Only I’m let off the chain and roaming free… And Ty has created me.” Drake pinned the boy down. “You’re weak just like everyone else! And not even in the physical sense.”

Dib lay pinned wondering if he could kick him off. “You’re wrong. Humans aren’t civil. The only reason they don’t kill is because they’re too stupid to realize what taking a life means. It takes people like you, Ty, and maybe myself to understand these kinds of things.” He knew he should have been scared but it hardly bothered him at all. “Besides, I’m not as weak sensed as you may think. If I was, would I even attempt to save you? Or don’t you think I’d be screaming bloody murder right now?” Dib wasn’t one to talk so his little speech made it feel like he was rambling.

This reaction was even better than the normal ones! “Victims that actually talk back to mass murderers.. I’m loving it!” He grinned at the teen under him. “I like the enthusiasm.” With that, he jumped off of him and kicked Dib in the side. “You’re way more worth it than a lot of others! Lives are such simple things…so easily made, so easily taken.” Drake walked over and picked up the pocket knife. “I’m interested in you already. I knew it would be a good idea to toy with you!” He smirked gleefully, shoving his boot into the other’s face as the flipped the knife in his hand.

“You have got to be SHITTING me!” Dib looked annoyed as soon as Drake had the knife back in his hand. He attempted to stand up, but the place where he had been kicked was screaming for it to be numbed. “You are insane! What’s so interesting in killing people?!” He managed to climb off the ground. “But may I ask, if you kill me, how will Ty feel about it?” He let out a sly smirk.

No no no no. For the fifth time no. Ty stared at the teen as if he was an alien. “You can’t be…” Ty heard Drake laugh manically from the mirror but he didn’t turn his head. “Stupid insignificant Human!” Drake was having a laughing fit. “Why…?” What else could he say? Everything was so screwed up. He lightened the grip on his arm.

Dib stared at Ty speculative. “I’m what?” He was genuinely confused. “What’d I do?”

Ty shifted slightly. Maybe he was over exaggerating. “Nothing. Never mind.” If Dib agreed and didn’t argue he might as well flip out on him right afterward.

“I don’t mind what it is you have to say.” Dib shrugged nonchalantly. "I’m sure there are worse things that you could say.” He smiled gently.

There were worse things. He wanted to yell at Dib. He gritted his teeth. Why couldn’t the other see his frustration? “You…gah what the fuck?!” He wanted to shoot himself for this. “You frustrate me! You…arg!” He went to the wall and pulled out the knife only to stare at it. Why not? Emotions were a drag. Confusion and blindness were worst. He couldn’t sense what was right at the moment. Stabbing his own throat would be the fastest. But then again, there was his chest. “Life’s a bitch.” Decisions…

“Holy shit, Ty!” Dib lurched forward suddenly award of Ty’s desire to take his own life. “Dammit! Don’t go insane on me! We just met!” Dib grabbed both of Ty’s wrists and was able to pin him to the wall, his face extremely close to his. “ lease don’t lose it! Remember what I said about suicide?” He let out a strained whimper. The last thing he wanted was to let his only friend die. Or rather, to kill himself.

Ty’s plans seemed to be spoiled suddenly. He wanted to struggle but he was pinned to hard. “Yeah, I remember! But this knife here is rather comforting.” He couldn’t get his wrists free. If Dib continued fighting him, things may end well. But if Ty had figured Dib out, he would listen and let him kill himself. That was upsetting but it would work as a plan B. “I’m selfish and fucked up in the head! That’s why I can kill myself!”

Dib’s eyes became pained. “You’re definitely right about one thing! You are beyond selfish! But I suppose you have a reason to be. Since no one has told you otherwise, you think it’s okay to do whatever the hell you like! What about me?” He exploded with out thinking. Oh crap! That was dumb of me.

Ty grinned wide. He was fighting back! Finally! “No one’s ever told me anything. I’ve always just run according to instinct.” He felt the blade cutting into his skin through his glove but he didn’t care. “What about you…?” Ty was starting to understand common sense again. Even though the thought of death was nice, he thought about the question. He went a little limp fighting against the grip was pointless. Ty’s face was dangerously close to Dib’s. He leaned forward until he was near his ear. “I’m sorry.” It was a sad whisper.

Ty was so close it was suffocating. On instinct his arms gave some small amount of slack. Not much though. The thought of Ty killing himself was a sickening concept. “I- you’re feeling better? Or are you still tying to kill yourself?” He slowly leaned forward to lightly lean his head against Ty’s shoulder. “Don’t apologize. It’s too sad…”

Suicide had evaporated out of his mind. Mood swings. How typical. Ty was slightly defeated. “I’m done killing myself, yes…” Ty frowned lightly and leaned against Dib’s shoulder. “Sorry is sad?”

Dib released his arms and instead his arms across Ty’s slim waist. “Only the way you say it. It’s as though you’re letting out your entire soul into those few words.” He released a light sigh. “It’s rather heartbreaking.”’

It was the truth he spoke. Sorry was the only thing he could do or say. “Yeah…” He stayed leaned against the other, even it if felt strange. There was no other way for him to be sincere but with apologies. It was sad.

Dib was surprised when Ty leaned closer to him expecting him to freak out at his first touch. “This doesn’t bother you? I mean, m-my touching you doesn’t?” He was hoping that his random babble made some amount of sense.

“Not when it’s comforting… I was just flipping out last time.” It was so honest. It was almost scary. Ty actually liked the touch a little bit. “Dib…?”

Dib nuzzled him gently. “Yes?”

He didn’t know where he was going with the question. “What were you parents like?” He wasn’t expecting that himself. But it interested him.

Dib blinked in serious surprise. “They were…” He struggled for the right words. “Well, my dad was an architect. So basically he was a genius. He always had there really boring lectures to tell me about and I always listened even though I wanted to fall asleep the entire time. My mother was beautiful and ditsy. I’ve never seen her upset. Not once. She was constantly smiling as though life was just on giant sunny day. But her and my father’s life came to a deadly halt. They went out to dinner to celebrate their anniversary and they got driven into the river but a drunk truck driver. I guess that explains why I hate trucks so much.” He let out a sad dry laugh.

“They already sound like nice parents…” Ty carefully pulled the knife out of his hand. He had forgotten about it. “Basically…” He was curious.

Curiosity suddenly struck Dib. “Yeah, they were.” He took a slight pause. “What were yours like?”

Ty went rigid. His parents. He never should have asked. “My mom was a drunk. Um… she would hit me a lot. And then turn around and be worried about me.” He smirked dryly. “My dad… well…” He shivered. “Sexual harassment.” He didn’t want to say anymore.

Dib squeezed Ty tighter. “I’m sorry. It was none of my business. I shouldn’t have asked.” He didn’t know what else to say. “I’ll keep you away from them as best I can.” His jaw clenched with sudden determination.

Ty felt a twinge of fear at the sudden tighter hold, but let it fade slowly. “It doesn’t matter. They left me behind for being a waste of their time and money.” He snorted lightly, but he did care a little. Parents. Bleh. Ty didn’t know how to respond to Dib. So he settled with a simple… “Okay…”

Dib instantly felt a pang of regret. “I’ve always taken my parents for granted but…” He sighed unsure of what he should say. “How about we drop the subject. It’s probably killing you.”

Ty grinned. “Not as bad as I would have if you hadn’t had attacked me to stop.” His humor was a bit dark, but it made sense. Ty’s fingers being slippery from the blood, the blood soaked pocket knife fell from his hand and clattered obnoxiously loudly to the floor. Feeling the need to smack himself, Ty pulled his head away from Dib’s shoulder and frowned at his dripping fingers.

“I’m so sorry I tried to keep you from killing yourself.” Dib attempted to wipe the blood off of Ty’s hands. “Ugh. You’re basically impossible.”

Laughter was coming from Ty like a waterfall. Sorry for stopping him? Ha! “I think you hit your head pretty hard on something. Sorry for keeping me from killing myself? You’re nuts!” He laughed again. This was so dumb. He walked out from behind Dib’s lock, a little relieved to have his personal space back. “I’ve had worse you know.” Ty shook the blood off of his hand a bit, dripping it on the floor. The floorboards creaked as Ty walked on them to the window. “The upper level has a better view, you know.”

Dib scowled. “Maybe I landed too hard when you pulled me down yesterday.” He muttered as he followed Ty up the stairs. “Is the whole blood thing worse because of Drake?” He said with a small hint of aggravation and he regretted asking almost instantly.

One of the stairs were nearly caved in, Ty jumping over it. “Yeah, it is. You won’t believe how masochistic he is. You know how I was yelling about the sunburn? Well guess what he uses on me if I get it, the sunburn I mean.” Why did he even say any of that? Ty whipped more of the crimson liquid onto his pants, boot straps clicking as he got to the top step. “I could show you…” He looked back at Dib with a grave expression on his face.

Dib looked horrified for a moment. Then he lost his fear and looked completely serious. “Okay. Show me. I’m curious.” He stepped over the disintegrating stairs.

Ty nodded lightly and walked down the hallway. “Now, I have no idea what he keeps in this particular closet. If something…uh, mutilated falls out...well, I just hope you have a strong stomach.” Sadly, that was the horrible truth. Over the years, Ty had gotten used to the smell of dead bodies and rotting corpses. But Dib had probably never seen a dead, disfigured Human before, let alone smelt it.

“Mutilated?” Dib managed to ask weakly. He wasn’t really one who has a strong resistance to gross things. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” But his curiosity won and he was suddenly exited for Ty to open the closet.

Ty stopped at before the door, the scent of rotten flesh already radiating from the closet. Damn that Drake. Ty opened the door and the dead body fell at his feet. The head seemed to have been torn off of the body, so were the arms and legs. Ty knelt down and poked at the head. “I actually didn’t mind this guy. Drake’s getting faulty in his choice.” He stood to back up. He didn’t mind the smell, but he was sure Dib would.

Dib’s expression was horrified. “What the FUCK?! He’s been completely mutilated!” He instinctively covered his nose. “This smell…it’s completely revolting!” He realized he was whining but he couldn’t help it. His nasal organs felt as though they were on fire. He turned away as he suppressed vomiting. “Ty…Drake did this?” He still wasn’t looking his way.

Ty sniffed the air. It was the smell of rotting flesh of course. He had expected Dib’s reaction, and yet he was still surprised. “Yes, Dib, Drake did do this.” It was a little obvious. “This isn’t even half as bad as what he normally does. At least the guys organs are still in place and his brains aren’t splattered anywhere. That just makes even me revolted.” He pushed the body out of the way quick, searching the body's shelter for what he was looking for. He finally found it and pulled it out, hiding it behind his back.

Dib began muttering words that should never be repeated. He stood completely still, covering his mouth and holding his nose. He felt somewhat better doing that. He slowly turned around when he heard Ty shut the door. “What’s that?” He asked, his voice strained.

Ty pulled the long thing, black, what looked like a rope, from behind his back. The end of the rope was frazzled and there was a handle on the other end for the holder. “This,” he said, holding onto the handle and flicking the rope away from Dib, the miniature sonic boom sounding out in a crack. “Is a bull whip. This…” He showed it to Dib again, just letting it hang there. “Is what Drakes uses on me because of the sun.”

Completely horrified and upset, Dib gingerly ran his hands along the bull whip. “He uses this on you?!” His tone was aggravated. “Just because of the damn sun?!” He ground his teeth in frustration.

Folding the whip, Ty nodded. “Yes, he does. Drake has this paranoia of the sun. He thinks that when he you get sun burn, or even a tan, it’s your skin being fried. He doesn’t want fried skin so he threatens me. Be thankful he doesn’t use this…” Ty opened the closet again, quickly grabbing the item and closing the closet. “.357 Magnum revolver.” It was a hand pistol, or Ty felt it was just that. The gun didn’t seem to make him flinch or worry. Drake had used it so much, even Ty was used to its grip The gun was strangely normal looking in his hand.

Dib gulped trying to look natural. “That’s not normal…” It sounded lame but it was the only thing that came out of his mouth that didn’t come out sounding completely retarded. “It's just that…he would actually use that on you. He’s completely insane!”

Ty raised the gun up to his head, wondering how the cylinder end would feel against his temple. The hole where the bullet shot out of the barrel was cold, very cold, even to his skin. Ty realized what this must have looked like to Dib and quickly pulled the revolver away. “Don’t worry, I’m not suicidal! I just wanted to know what it felt like…” He looked at the gun. “Drake is me. He’s a part of me that's advanced and get it’s own thought process. It’s hard even for me to believe I have such a killer side to me. And he wouldn’t use it on me. He wouldn’t use it on himself. We’re equally suicidal.”

Dib was getting ready to attack Ty when he brought the gun to his head. “There’s no way to suppress him?” He asked hopefully. Somehow, maybe. There had to be something. There was no way that there couldn’t be anything.

Ty shook his head. “No, there’s no way. I’ve tried. A lot. There have seen instances where I was able to gain control over him, but he’s the stronger half of my persona. He can take control whenever he feels like it, I can’t.” He didn’t mean to crush Dib’s hope, but that was just the simple truth. Ty fingered the hammer of the gun, clicking it backwards and then pushed it back forward. That wasn’t very safe.

Dib noticed him cock the gun. “You probably shouldn’t do that. It could prove to be dangerous.” He remembered the kinds of things Drake could do and took a small step backwards.

Just to show Dib that it was safe, Ty popped open the barrel, showing him that it was empty. He then put the barrel back in, cocked the hammer, and shot a blank at the wall, the gun shot resonating in his house. “I’m not Drake, Dib. I know what I’m doing.” It was almost a sneer. Insult to injury. Verbal insults were harsh, too. Ty felt smacked.

“Well then!” Dib exclaimed. “Maybe you should try being considerate for once, I know you’re not Drake! You’re not stupid enough to think about killing people 24/7!”

Gritting his teeth, Ty gripped the gun hard in his hand, almost forgetting he was getting it bloody. “Why the hell don’t YOU try being considerate?! It would help me out greatly! I try to fucking understand you but it isn’t working! You just want more and more from me than I can give you!” He breathed a heavy, almost a hiss-like sigh. “Get out.” It was a sharp whisper, close to a sneer again.

Dib rolled his eyes. “Fine! It’s not as though I want to be around someone who has two personalities anyway!” He challenged, getting angrier.

“Get the FUCK out then! Leave before I really do load this gun!” His grip on the revolver almost hurt. Dib was pushing his luck a little. Drake seemed to be letting him fight his own battle. That was good.

Dib let out a little pout. “Fine then. As I shall. Have fun thinking about suicide.” He looked Ty right in they eye when he said that. Then turned to walk down the rundown stairs. “By the way, try fixing your house a little better.” He called halfway down.

Ty smirked, pure evil in his thought. “You misunderstood my motives on how I was going to use the gun!” He yelled walking to the top of the stairs. “I don’t see anything wrong needing fixing.” With that, he walked away into another room. If Dib didn’t get out, he may end up killing him.

Dib turned around and glared menacingly at Ty. “Well then maybe you should open your eyes! Your house looks horrible!” He roared after he climbed down the rest of the stairs. “And if you’re planning on using that gun, then do it now! You’ll never get another chance!”

Ty gripped onto the railing, but still at hand, the wood protesting with a creak under his tight grip. “You’re pushing it, Dib.” He left, going to the same closet for bullets and reloaded his gun. He made a point to make it loud, and stormed down the stairs, pointing the gun at Dib’s head. “Get out. And don’t you dare come back.” It was almost a command.

At his point Dib was, well, scared would be an understatement. He was petrified to a point where he couldn’t control what he was staying. “You know what, Ty?” This could possibly be his very last statement of his life. “If you shoot me, you’re probably not gonna care because I’m just another speck in life that seems to get in the way of your suicide!” His hand was on the door knob but he couldn’t help but hear what Ty wanted to say. Call him crazy.

Ty, for whatever reason, felt that to be the worst lie Dib could sprout out of his mouth. What verbal cause, it hurt. Ty threw the gun at the wall, walking straight up to Dib. He punched him square in the jaw. “You ignorant little fool! Do you think I WANT death?! I want a normal fucking life!” Ty quickly said.

Dib fell face first onto the concrete outside of Ty’s front door. He sat up, tenderly rubbing his face in agony. He walked down Ty’s walkway to go to his own home. As soon was Ty’s house was out of sight, Dib leaned against the nearest wall and dropped his face in his hands. “Dammit! I’m just an asshole! All he want s is a normal fucking life and I’m too much of a dip shit to care!” Involuntarily, his eyes began to tear up. “Whatever! He kicked me out and almost killed me! He can stay alone and be all pissy!”