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Dib sat on his bed, his eyes focused on his laptop as he wrote up a report for the Swollen Eyeball Network. Something nudged against his arm and when he looked, he found that it was Scully, his Snarl Beast, rubbing her little blue head against him. She made a little 'myark' sound, so he gently began to pet her head, causing her to begin purring. It was comforting to him to have her curled up by his side, often sleeping or making those little 'myark' sounds. It hadn't been hard to convince his father to let him keep Scully, the man believing that she was a hypoallergenic kitten and that his son deserved a companion. He had even made her a little bed shaped like a beaker. It felt good for Dib to have a little companion, something he was still getting used to.
Of course, he was also getting used to his father and Gaz being kinder to him. Sure, his dad may still not believe in aliens, but now he knew that the man was proud of him, and Gaz might be harsh with him, but that was just because she knew he could take it. He also now had an extra dad in Clembrane, as strange as the clone being around was.
It made him think back to before the Florpus Incident, as he had come to think of it. When Zim had vanished, and his mental state had deteriorated. He could admit that now, as much as it kind of scared him. His mental and physical health had deteriorated because of the Irken's disappearance. He was honestly shocked that his father hadn't stepped in and done something as he had been so quick to do in the past. Had he just been glad that Dib hadn't been in the public eye acting insane? Why hadn't Gaz tried to convince him to get Dib help?
He could feel tears prickling his eyes as he thought about these things. Another 'myark' sound from beside him made him wipe his eyes and turn his attention back to Scully. He scratched her between her ears. At least something cared about him now, he thought.