Dexter’s Laboratory Porn Story: Scavenger Hunt Chapter 1

He woke up.

Every morning he felt
grateful that he was even alive, much less functioning properly. He
groped for his glasses, slamming his palm against a side table
repeatedly until he hit some hard plastic frames. Those would be his
glasses, he realized bitterly, hoping he didnt break them.

The boy slid them on
over his squinting hazelnut eyes, muttering about how he should be a
little more careful. He did something like this every morning before
finally standing up, clutching his head, and walking out of his
cramped room.

Falling down the
stairs, the boy landed face-first into carpet. He spit out some stray
fuzz before looking up at the sneering face before him. His sister.
She literally stepped all over him, though she was no more than three
feet tall. Her black hair whipped around as she gleefully jumped off
of his kneecap and onto a higher stair, looking down at the flattened
teenager.

Get UP, Mandark,
she demanded in a sour tone before jumping into the bathroom.

Mandark lifted his
head. He could already tell that this was going to be a spectacular
day.

—

He felt like killing
himself after two periods of school.

Indeed, twas a
spectacular day so far: Olga putting his back out of alignment, him
forgetting his English homework, and being shown up by Dexter in
chemistry. Chemistry was supposed to be HIS subject. Mandark had
NEVER lost to Dexter in chemistry, but luck was obviously not on his
side today.

Mandark ignored a
cluster of giggling girls as he twiddled the lock on his locker.
Girls. They had a language of their own, a subculture of their own,
their own vicious fighting style why get involved? No girls cared
for him, anyway a thought that stung him bitterly. Dee-Dee wasnt
ever to be his. Mandark wasnt the kind of guy girls fell for,
anyway.

Looking
exceptionally sulky today, a voice cat-called at Mandarks lower
thigh. Mandark rolled his eyes and glared down at the object of his
abhorrence, Dexter McPhearson. His shock of red hair, his horn-rimmed
glasses, his immaculate lab coat everything about Dexter screamed
annoying. Especially at the moment.

Just go away,
Mandark said coldly.

Just thought you
might be wondering how I managed to defeat you at your own game.

Mandarks eyes
narrowed precipitously. He didnt have time for this; he was going
to be late for math, and his teacher there was brutal. Dexter,
cant you rub it in my face la -?

His eyes widened as he
looked down. In his purple-gloved hand, Dexter held a good chunk of
Mandarks chemistry notes. Mandark couldnt believe what he was
seeing Dexter, stealing HIS notes? How was that even possible?
Theyd been in his backpack the entire time in his

So you figured out
my locker combo. Good for you, Mandark sneered. He snatched the
notes out of Dexters surprisingly loose grip, shoving the paper
into his open locker. The next time you steal anything from me,
Ill set one of my mechs on you.

Actually, those
fell out of your backpack, Dexter admitted emotionlessly. I was
trying to hand them back to you.

Uh-huh, sure,
Mandark muttered, closing his locker and snapping the lock back on.

I still have a page
of your notes, Dexter blurted out triumphantly.

Mandark angrily stared
at Dexter. Where is it?

You have to find it
yourself I hid it, Dexter stated with a wicked grin.

Yeah, I really
dont have time for

If you dont find
it by tomorrow, Ill tell Ms. Rodriguez that you stole my English
notes.
And Mandark was backed into a corner. Well he
couldnt deny that. Hed done it. Solely to see the design of an
infrared flashlight in the margins, but hed done it. Mandark shook
his head, sighed irritably, and turned on his heel, facing Dexter
with his arms crossed. Okay, Dexter. How will I find my chemistry
notes?

I hid them
somewhere in this physical building, Dexter responded, and
theyre in a box. A red box.

A red box,
Mandark muttered. How big is your mystical red box?

Small. A foot by a
foot, Id say.

Is it in plain
sight?

I refuse to tell
you.

Mandark and Dexter
stared each other down for a few seconds.

All right. Ill
find this red box, Mandark spat. And when I do, itll be your
DOOM!

It made no sense, but
Mandark laughed evilly anyway. Dexters turn to gape in impatience.
The pint-sized genius strode away, leaving Mandark to giggle
maniacally at his almost idiotically detached statement.

—

How am I going to
find that box? Mandark wondered. The question had plagued him
during the whole of geometry. The school building was huge, though;
Mandark somehow had to whittle away at the task.

One thing Mandark
could be sure of was that the box couldnt be hidden in anyones
locker besides the two of theirs. Mandark got the feeling Dexter
wouldnt be as asinine as to hide the box in his own locker.

One area down, only a
zillion more to go.

Mandark blocked out
Mr. Denders drone-like voice and began to scribble down a map of
the school, copied from a page in his binder reminder. All of the
rooms in a certain hallway taught similar subjects: his geometry
class, the stupid-peoples math, the normal kid math, and algebra
were all in the same hallway.

Mandark devised a plan
to visit every room in every hallway. It wasnt very scientific,
but it was thorough. He grunted at the sheer effort it would take,
though. Why was Dexter being so trying, anyway? Why didnt he just
attack, as usual?

The wind blew lightly
against the trees outside. Branches rapped against the windows
rhythmically, the noise boring into Mandarks head. Could his day
get any better? Or any worse?

The scales were
tipping towards worse.

—

Dee-Dee skipped
through the hallways, her pink ballet slippers barely touching the
ground below. She was, as usual, oblivious and on cloud nine. Reason
there was none. It was just a good day. (Of course, when youre
skulls as thick as concrete, nothing gets to you.)

Shes gotten a good
grade on her math test very good!

Shed aced her dance
solo very very good!

Shed hidden a red
box for Dexter very very VERY good!

But Dexter acted weird
when Dee-Dee asked what was in the box. It was almost as if he was
hiding a secret away, and the secret was a dangerous one. But Dee-Dee
wasnt one to pester people about secrets. She was just doing a
favor for her brother, thats all.

And shed made him
happy. Now THAT was the true meaning of life.

As Dee-Dee rounded the
corner, she noticed that someone was headed right for her. She
skidded to a halt and stepped out of the way, just as she noticed
that mystery boy was Mandark. Uck. He was running around like a
psychopath, flustered and a bit angry. Normally, Dee-Dee would just
ignore him, but he looked so pathetic that she felt she had to
intervene.

Whatcha doin,
Mandark? Dee-Dee chirped.

Mandark immediately
froze. He turned around, beads of sweat running down his cheek.
Dee-Dee blinked. He looked so focused, and it was making her blush
incomprehensibly

Dee-Dee, Mandark
murmured airily. He quickly regained use of his brain and sighed.
Im looking for a box.

A little light bulb
went off in Dee-Dees brain.

Is it red?
Dee-Dee questioned.

Mandark stared at her
incredulously. Yes. Its its red.

I just hid a red
box in Mr. DeGrandis room, Dee-Dee recalled, almost nonchalant
in her observation. My brother told me to hide it somewhere
somewhere where

Somewhere where
Mandark wouldnt find it.

Dee-Dee placed
a hand to her mouth, biting her lip. Oops. I wasnt supposed
to

Mandark grabbed
Dee-Dee in a hug before running away. He was practically jumping for
joy, Dee-Dee noticed. She looked after his gangly frame for a long
time, wondering whether she should chase him or not. After all, he
deserved to be smacked for hugging her. But it wasnt that big a
deal

In fact, Dee-Dee
almost liked it.

Almost.

Funny how a good day
can turn bizarre so quickly.

—

Mandark couldnt
believe it. Mr. DeGrandis room! Mandark wouldnt have thought to
look too hard in there it was the art room, and Dexter was so BAD
at it! Never in his life had he loved Dee-Dee more than he did at
that moment. That beautiful goddess had given him exactly what he
wanted, exactly what he needed.

Mandark was enjoying
the moment while he could.

Rounding the corner of
the fourth hallway, Mandark made a bee-line for room number 777. On
most days, he HATED going to art. He wasnt very good at art, but
at least he was better than Dexter. Much better.

And now Mandark was to
have his sweet revenge. The day was about to get much better.

He slammed open the
door. Deserted room. Glue spilled off of the communal tables, glitter
stuck to the soles of Mandarks shoes, and paper of all colors,
shapes, and textures lay abandoned in every nook and cranny. There
was so much stuff to search around, Mandark realized before wallowing
in despair. Dee-Dee couldnt have picked a WORSE place! It would
take him HOURS to search the classroom!

But he needed his
chemistry notes back, no matter what. He swallowed his misery and
began to crawl under the tables, eyes constantly on the move. Now
thered be glitter on his pants, too. Exactly what he needed.

Mandark navigated the
dark crevasses beneath the tables, relentlessly looking out for a red
box, a box, anything red at all. Hed found maybe three pounds of
construction paper and a twist-tie when he heard the door open.
Mandark immediately curled into a ball beneath a chair. Great. Now
hed be accused of trespassing. A great way to cap off a sucky day.

Dexter was going to
get shot tomorrow, that was for certain.

A voice echoed in the
stillness. Are you in here, Mandark?

Dee-Dee.

That was weird.
Usually she didnt give him the time of day.

Under a chair,
Mandark responded.

Well, um, just so
you know that box is in the top cupboard above the markers,
Dee-Dee shyly informed him before the sound of shuffling,
slipper-adorned feet grew tiny and distant. Mandark maneuvered out of
his little hiding place, hoping to see Dee-Dee there, but she was
gone. He looked to the ground. Why was she helping him? It seemed a
little odd but Mandark was just grateful that something was
going his way.

Mandark climbed up
onto the laminate countertop and threw the first cupboard door open.
Like Dee-Dee had said, there, sitting on the shelf, was a red box
with a small tag on it.

Found it,
Mandark cackled before opening up the box.

What he saw inside
made him gasp.

It was his sheet of
chemistry notes, sure, but on top of it was something wrapped in
green tissue paper. Mandark slipped an envelope out of the tissue
paper why was this in here? An envelope, wrapped in tissue paper
weird. Definitely weird.

Mandark pried the
envelope open with his thin fingers, pulling the note inside out of
it. He scanned the first few lines before doing a double-take and
rereading the note. Still not convinced, he reread them yet again. He
was reading correctly. Indeed.

Mandark pressed the
note to his chest, looking to the ceiling and falling down upon the
countertop, his legs splayed beneath him.

What the HELL is
this about?! Mandark seethed in a hiss. His hands were shaking,
and, much as he hated to admit it, he was enjoying reading this note.

This love letter.

The words were simple,
plain; too simple for Dexter. It was as if he was unsure of what to
write. There were many cross-outs, ink blots, and other abnormalities
with the letter. But

But it was
heartfelt.

Mandark finally
finished the note, unsure of how to react. So Dexter was in love with
him. Interesting, very interesting. It explained the constant
rivalry, constant one-up-man-ship (AN: sp?), and unexplainable
bickering. Mandark clutched the note close to his chest again, this
time searching the deep recesses of his soul.

What was Dee-Dee
anyway? Hed said it himself; he was better off without women.

Mandark devised a
plan. He was going to pretend that he couldnt find the box, and
leave his own letter in that very box. Put Dexter through the same
agony hed been put through, only to reveal that, yes, maybe they
could try a relationship, see where it takes them.

Mandark slipped the
envelope into his breast pocket and took out some lined paper of his
own, brushing glitter off of his knees.

Dear Dexter

A/N: I hope this came
out all right I really thought it was a bit of a weird idea. Note
that this has been posted on Christmas thats because its my
gift to the Dexters Lab section: a Dexdark slash fic. Woot. Now
stop riding me. (haha just kidding. I love you Wistful Wish
really)

DISCLAIMER: Well, I
dont own Dexters Lab obviously I mean, would Gendy
Tartarovsky write this?!