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Drabble from Act 1 October 31st 2001: Dark Harvest
Dib sits in the hall hyper aware of his surroundings. Head on a swivel. Dozens of students are lined up in front of the nurses office. Some throwing up, others looking like they are on their death bed. All because Dib had to open his mouth. Now Zim was in panic mode gathering organs from people. He has no doubts that Zim will target him. Its guaranteed.
“DIB FILTH!” Zim yelled from down the hallway. Speak of the devil. “Word around the school is that you have a very healthy liver that needs extracting!”
“Literally nobody is talking about my liver!” Dib yelled back.
“WHAT?” Zim yelled in response.
“I said nobody is talking about my liver!”
“WHAAT?”
“Alien said what?” Dib smirked
“WHAT?”
“SEE! You heard that everybody. Zim’s an alie-” Dib is cut off by one of the ill students in line.
“Can both of you shut the hell up so we can all be miserable in peace!” Dib scoffed at the unwell student blowing hot air in his direction. He turns back to yell at Zim again but the alien was gone. Dibs blood runs cold. He needs a plan to evade the alien until the end of the day. An idea pops into his head. The Gym has showers. Zim hates water. Even after he found himself a protection against it he still avoids it like the plague. The only challenge will be getting their without getting his liver stolen. He creeps down the halls making sure not to walk under any vents. People eyeball him with judgment but Dib doesn’t worry about his already low reputation.
Inside the locker room a few jocks are just leaving from football practice. Even though these are the guys that tend to bully Dib the most he still decides to warn them of the impending danger outside. “Don’t go out there, Someone is stealing peoples Organs.” The last jock walking out turns and laughs at Dib.
“Let me guess the alien kid right? Listen looser you need to find a better excuse to spy on people taking a shower. Someone might get the wrong idea-” The jock ‘Torque’ Dib thinks his name was, is cut off by a metal limb grabbing him by the neck and pulled up into the vent. Screams can be heard momentarily until they fade away. Of course no one else is in the room to see it. Dib makes a mental note to hide under one of the shower head that doesn’t have a vent above it.
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Drabble from Act 2 November 24th 2005: Turkey
No one had asked Zim to try and cook a turkey. Nobody asked Zim to try and improve it with radiation. Nobody expected Gir to mess with the settings when Zim wasn’t looking. Most of the other food he had prepared was actually surprisingly good. Dib knows Zim worked on a food planet before coming to Earth. Not that it mattered now. The kitchen was in ruins, The table destroyed. A zombie turkey was running around the neighborhood eating the left over Halloween decorations. Gir was rolling around in what was left of the thanksgiving meal now spilled out onto the floor. Skoodge was attempting to put out the oven fire. Tak and Gaz were on Zims couch playing a random game on the GS3 doing their best to Ignore the carnage. Zim stood there over the whole mess with a blank expression. Normally Zim thrived in chaos but this time he had a strong look of apathy. Dib stood on the opposite side of the room unsure of how to process the whole situation.
“Zim tried hard this time” It came out in a low and defeated tone.
“You know Zim.” Dib started. “Having to chase down a zombie turkey on thanksgiving is actually a fun way to spend the evening for me. Given my line of work I’m surprised it hasn’t happened sooner.” Dib observed Zim’s face to see if his half attempt at humor was helping. The aliens features did not change. “But it’ll only be fun if you do it with me.” The aliens eyes shifted from the food covered robot on the floor to the teenage boy. Dib swears he spotted a small smirk briefly appear on the aliens face.
“Zim will retrieve the net.” With that the ex Invader makes his way to the lower labs to retrieve the aforementioned net. beside him the oven fire was finally out. Skoodge turned around revealing his entire front half covered on soot. Pink eyes were the only way Dib was able to tell Skoodge apart from a giant lump of coal. The eyes narrowed as he began uncontrollably laughing. He could hear Tak following suit behind him. Not the worst thanksgiving he thought to himself. Maybe the best had experienced in years.