(I DON'T KNOW IF THIS COUNTS AS MATURE)
Such a fine line.
When Dib wants to ask a girl in his class to senior prom, he knows he'll get hell if he's rejected; so, he turns to the only thing he can: science. If he can turn himself into his best versio...
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"We need to talk," Gaz stated the second Dib woke up.
"AH— G-GAZ! What are you doing in my room?! Y-you shouldn't be in here, it may not be safe, I don—"
"DIB," Gaz cut her panicking brother off. "It's this shit; it's pretty different from your usual shit. You seem to be genuinely going insane, and not just as a joke this time."
Dib started to shake a little. "I-insane..? Ha! What makes you think that..?"
She stood completely still. "Well, you will out of nowhere change your appearance entirely to the point where I can barely recognize you, you'll act super creepy when you're like that and then when you're like this it's as if nothing's happened, you refuse to tell me where you're going—especially on a night where one of the knives are missing, you hide yourself in here longer than usual and a lot of the times I'll hear laughing or some goddamn purring shit you do, and then last night? You ran into the house and ignored everyone, repeating to yourself 'no it can't be I'm a good person I'm a good person'."
