Dexter’s Laboratory Porn Story: A Place of My Own – Chapter 1

Prologue of Anguish

Part One of A Place of My Own

I knew that it would never be, Dexter McPhearson thought. I cant believe I was that foolish.

Dexter was in his lab, as usual, tinkering around the massive laboratory, shining and pristine. At the main starboard, Dexter waited for his security cameras to show him images from the sanctity of his lab.

Once again, Dexters thoughts wandered.

I will never have a love. Dexter knew it was true. Now his rival had one-upped him, simply because Nora Debussi was in love with Mandark Astronominov.

Dexter glanced at the screen. Not a thing going on in his lab.

Normally, Dexter would be bustling about, altering his robots or something of the sort. But Dexter was a bit lost in thought.

And the one I love the girl I think so dearly of taken. Gone. All because those two are together.

I hate them.

Dexter fumed. It was true he liked Nora and hed do anything for her. Yet Mandark Astronominov, the worst enemy hed ever known, had his lovely white lily, Nora.

Dexter sighed, and worked on improving the clarity of his security cameras.

—

Ah! Dee-Dee yelled. She stretched out her arms, accidentally whacking Nora in the back of the head.

Ow, Nora moaned, rubbing the back of her head. Her black hair was soaked, slicked back by water. She had been swimming.

Sorry, Dee-Dee apologized immediately. But I love the summertime!

Ah yes, Nora grinned. Pool parties, air conditioning, no school

And you have a boyfriend! Dee-Dee pointed out. Everyone knows that summer break is more fun with a boyfriend!

Nora blushed bright red. Mandark said he was grounded.

Why?

Conspiracy to commit murder.

I should have known.

Nora laughed. Hes funny, in a way.

How is that funny? Dee-Dee scowled.

Well I love both Mandark and Dexter in the platonic sense for Dexter, of course.

Dee-Dee nodded, even though she had no idea what platonic meant. But the thing about her loving both of them made sense. Nora had four main friends, and Dexter was one of them.

Its so funny! They hate each other, but theyre so alike! Nora giggled.

Dee-Dee sighed. She would never understand Nora. Nora was going out with Mandark, who indeed was a psychopath, and refused the popular life that was most definitely beckoning her. She even rejected Carter Richardson, a soon-to-be eighth grader and most popular guy at school.

I dont see whats so funny

—

Dexter felt something well up inside him. It was anger, jealousy to be very precise. Dexter was jealous of Mandark, for Mandark had taken Nora. Or

Maybe it was the other way around. Maybe he was jealous of Nora for taking Mandark.

No. It cannot be, Dexter reassured himself aloud, standing up to go through a filing cabinet. But he stopped dead in the middle of his task.

Or can it? Can it be true? Am I

No. No, its not.

Is it?

Dexter continued to flip through the dozens of manila folders inside the cabinet, and then pulled out a file labeled Debussi.

Dexter slapped the folder down on his desk. He opened it gingerly, and revealed before his eyes were pictures, essays, stories, spreadsheets a lot of different things.

Dexter quickly found what he was looking for a statistics sheet. He looked it over carefully, seeing the blank spot where he had written BOYFRIEND.

Dexter had hoped for so long that his name would, one day, be written there. With a trembling hand, Dexter reached for a pen.

If I write his name, I admit defeat.

Dexter uncapped the pen nevertheless, and wrote Mandarks full name on the paper. Dexter grudgingly capped the pen again, and put the statistic sheet back in the folder.

On his way to put the folder back in its rightful place, he stopped again. A thought had struck him.

Do you really love him? Dexter inquired. I find it rather perplexing that someone like you would like someone like him

A bit of advice, Nora responded. The heart cant be controlled.

Dexter drew a blank, but nodded. All right.

I didnt draw a blank, Dexter thought angrily. I finally realized that I couldnt have her, and I was stunned speechless by her choice

Dexter walked over to the filing cabinet and dropped the manila folder into its slot. Just as he reached to close the cabinet, he stopped again.

I hate him. He tried to take MY position of resident genius, he tries to destroy my lab daily, and now he takes the girl I love.

If Im the smarter of us, then why do I get the short end of the stick? What does Mandark have that I dont?

Okay. Hes way more morbid than me. But that isnt really a good thing, is it?

Maybe he kisses well. Or hes an insufferable romantic around that girl.

I wouldnt know.

Dexter shut the filing cabinet closed. He sat down in a chair and kept thinking.

She made her choice, so why is it so hard for me to accept that? Why do I blame myself? Why did she choose Mandark over me?

Dexter looked down upon the shining floor. It was white, metallic, cold.

No use in thinking about her or him…

—

Nora sank into Dee-Dees pool. Lee-Lee, Mee-Mee, and Dee-Dee followed her lead.

Its so nice in here, Nora sighed, letting all her tensions loose. Mee-Mee nodded.

I love it, Mee-Mee grinned.

Dee-Dee floated around on a beach ball and smiled. School starts in about three days.

Nora frowned. Dont remind me.

Were eighth graders! Lee-Lee yelled. And Noras a seventh grader!

Dances! Dee-Dee smiled.

No more Teen Issues! Nora cried happily. She hated Teen Issues. It was too personal.

So, what are we going to do for three days? Mee-Mee asked.

An uneasy silence followed.

Lets just relax, Nora offered.

Yeah, the other girls chimed as they floated around the pool.

—

Mandark sighed. Only three more days of freedom

He slid a disk out from his computer. It was labeled VIRUS. Clearly something meant for Dexter. Mandark opened a drawer near his computer desk, and dropped the disk inside. It landed with a small thud on top of thousands of other viruses and computer programs.

That drawer was the only one that Mandark didnt organize on a regular basis, partly because he didnt really know what was in it.

For a lark, he stood up and looked in the drawer. There were many discs labeled VIRUS, a few music collections, his past school projects, but what interested Mandark the most was a disc that was not his. He actually had no idea what it was.

Even though Mandark was completely aware of what could happen if he placed the disc inside his computer, he did so anyway.

A window opened on Mandarks computer.

Hi, smiled a boy. Mandarks eyes narrowed. He knew it.

He hit the disc eject button furiously, and the disc popped out of the drive. Mandark threw it across the room, hitting the wall and scattering parts across his bleak sanctuary of a room.

The window closed. Mandark banged his head onto the computer desk.

I hate you, Dexter

—

Dexter giggled with delight. Any second know, Mandark would place the virus inside his computer, and then his enemy would be terminated

For some reason, Dexter felt a bit guilty. He shook his head.

What on earth is wrong with you, Dexter? He thought angrily. Once hes gone, youll be free again! Youll never have to deal with the morose dork again!

Dexter looked at his outstretched palm. But is that what I really want?

Dexter hit his head on the nearest available table. I cant believe Im going soft on him!

Is it going soft, or what is it?

—

Last day of summer vacation. Always, it must come, and it is always the biggest drag ever. Nora sighed as she pulled her head off of a pillow on her bed. She had been having a great dream, too.

She got out of bed and ate some toast, moving extremely sluggish. Amelie, Noras mother, almost asked Nora what was wrong, but thought better of it.

Nora sloshed some water around her mouth, brushing her teeth. She spit the water out and looked at herself in the mirror.

Last day of summer, the last day of freedom. I get to go back to school, dont I? Youve gotta love it.

Nora lowered her eyes. She didnt want to go back to school, but the man that occupied her mind so often would be going back as well.

But that meant Ellen would be back.

Nora sighed and buttoned up her jeans. She hated the last day.

—

Mandark felt his fragile body ache as Olga pushed him into a closet and lock the door behind him, laughing the entire time. His skin was bruised, and his head ached. He didnt waste what little strength he had trying to force the door open.

Instead, he sat inside the closet, just waiting for some mercy, when he felt a razor-sharp pain on his palm. Even in the suffocating darkness, Mandark could see the blood leaking out of his palm and onto the carpet.

Mandark paled considerably, and then looked on the floor. There, on the ground, was a pocketknife. It was stained slightly with Mandarks blood, fresh and vibrant.

Not the best thing to have in a closet.

Mandark, as much as he reveled in the darkness and such, didnt like the sight of his own blood, so he recoiled.

His soft panting was interrupted by a conversation he heard outside.

Olga, dear, where is Mandark?

I dont know I think hes in his room.

Sure you dont know where I am

Mandark tried to stand up, but he ran into a box of some sort and hit his head. He moaned, rubbing his head with his non-bloody hand.

He heard the closet door click open, and he sat back down quickly. Olga opened the door, showing Wind Bear and Ocean Bird (Mandarks parents) that Mandark was inside.

See, hes hiding out in the darkness again, Olga sighed. Mandark looked at the ground. That wasnt true

Ocean Bird was a bit alarmed at the rather large puddle of blood on the ground, which had leaked from Mandarks hand.

Susan, why is there so much blood on the ground? Ocean Bird asked him. Mandarks eyes widened, because a) he hated the name Susan and b) he didnt know how to explain it.

Well, I got thrown into the

Hes been cutting himself, Olga lied. Mandarks eyes grew wider, for that wasnt true either. Hes been hiding it from you. I saw him do it three months ago, right before he went to the dance with that girl.
Theres a girl? Wind Bear asked. Mandark hung his head. He could see his life ending right there

Oh yeah. The girl, shes really popular, but shes so demented. She probably taught him how to cut himself

Youre lying, Mandark breathed.

Hmm? Olga said.

I fell in the closet and my hand landed on the knife. It was an accident, Mandark told his parents.

I think we need to meditate to straighten this out, Ocean Bird suggested.

Mandark groaned. There really was no use.

DISCLAIMER: I dont own Dexters Lab.

A/N: This is akin to the Babble Chapter in SIBI-MR. Its just random events, I swear. I hate it when things dont really have a connection, and even though people assure me that the story flows great and it sounds fine, it just drives me nuts.

(Satine twirls pen really nonchalantly, and her sister laughs at her.)

Sister: Hahahaha! Youre doing the Boris pen-twirling thing from GoldenEye!

Satine: SHUT UP!