Full Summery: It was supposed to be a normal field trip, until everything went wrong. Now I have to go rescue the Dib with a busted PAK and nobody to ask directions, not that I would. Normally I'd rant about how filthy humans are, but now that I've seen what else lies in this old mining town I kind of miss humans. -Multiple Endings. Silent Hill inspired-

Warnings: This is horror, there will be blood shed, grotesque imagery, but no sex. Cause that's how I write horror, I stick to the topic. There may be language of a filthy kind, think what you would say in such a situation and Zim will look like a saint.

I know I'll regret uploading the first chapter when I haven't finished the story, but what can I say. I'm a review addict so here's my new story. Write a review and you'll see a reply in the second chapter.

Level One

Street lights passed by outside the window of the bus. It was the first time they had actually gone on a field trip and Zim was seated next to Dib. The human gazed to the street uninterested in his surroundings. Zim couldn't blame him. They were going to a small town where humans used to mine coal until the mines exploded. Dib sat up with a puzzled expression on his face.

"We're going too fast." Dib muttered. He clutched the papers in his lap. Which were all on poltergeists and dark energy pockets. He looked at the wind shield, as it grew pale with the glow of oncoming headlights. "Zim get down." Dib said.

"Why should Zim-"

"We're going to crash!" Dib shouted, the bus rose in panic for a few blissful seconds. Then the impact came.

-Blood Candies-

Zim groaned. For once the Dib worm hadn't been wrong about something. Papers were strewn about the floor; backpacks were haphazardly hanging throughout the bus. Zim struggled to sit up and noticed something was terribly wrong.

"Those pathetic worm babies left Zim behind!" Zim scoffed. The bus was empty, all the windows had been shattered and no bodies were in sight. Zim put his hand on the seat to stand up, but the paper stuck to his hand with dripping red liquid. 'Help me' was jaggedly scrawled on the pristine white sheet.

"…it's written in BLOOD!" Zim shrieked dropping the paper, his PAK analyzed the substance to have Dib's DNA signature. "The Dib is still here somewhere; well he probably could find my house from inside a shoe box. I'll find him, make him take me home, then capture him as a human slave!" Zim took a step outside the bus; soft ash fell from the sky like snow and dissipated on the ground. There wasn't a human in sight and for once this fact wasn't comforting. All the houses looked like they hadn't been touched in months. Zim walked along the street, all of the roads leading out of the town were caved in. It was no wonder they had crashed, this place was hardly fit for even humans. A low growl came from behind him. Zim turned, it was an Earth dog, but something was different about it. Its matted fur had been forced to stand at unnatural angles with dirt and what appeared to be blood. It continued to growl and took a step forward; its claws scraping the street. A clump of fur and flesh ripped itself from the body as the dog began to advanced, bearing rotted teeth. The demonic creature rushed forward, blood and saliva dribbled out of its mouth. Zim tried to activate his PAK legs, but all it did was grind fruitlessly, jammed with the fallen ash. It grew closer; Zim heard a loud bang and blacked out.

-Blood Candies-

Zim awoke once more, this time in a restaurant in one of the booths.

"What's going on?" Zim asked, he looked around and saw Gir sitting on the table.

"You fell asleep when the doggy tried to snack on your head. Then I came with the human death ray and saved all the smurfs!" Gir giggled as he spun on the table.

"Gir! Why did you use a human weapon?" Zim reprimanded. "You have your own weapons."

"They don't work here. The dusty snow makes our stuff really slow, like an old china fish that breaks when you sneeze." Zim rose to his feet as Gir began gnawing on one of the diner spoons.

"Gir fly us home NOW!" He demanded, to think that this was the Tallest's best robot.

"I can't, the limp boy won't let me." Gir sniffled, his head hung low.

"The limp boy?"

"People talk about him a lot." Gir grinned, immediately invigorated. "They say he's all weird n' crazy like… like Dib! Looks like him too! Only less confuseded and more sad."

"Right, where did you see him?" Zim sighed shaking his head.

"Uhh… it was big and had a place full of slides and other fun stuff."

"The school! Gir stay there, I got to go find that stupid human again."

"Masta wait! Here use this," Gir handed Zim the old pistol, "when you use it aim then tickle its tummy and it will kill stuff." Zim glanced at Gir then shook his head, before leaving with the gun in hand. He didn't like the idea of using human tools, but as long as it kills things it at least had some potential. Zim walked down the street carefully, he kept an eye out for any more undead dogs and was plagued by an ominous flapping noise.

-Blood Candies-

"Ss choo ll?" Zim sounded out. "Humans are so stupid!" Zim opened up the double doors and took a step into the school. The doors swung shut behind him. "Hello? Hello? Is anyone there?" Zim walked into the guidance office. The desk and walls were dimly lit by unseen forces, giving the small room an ominous glow. The poster that normally had a face of a smiling child was now dripping with a familiar bloody scrawl.

A key is a simple, yet complex thing. In a note book you will find the key to time. Everything has a price, so be careful.

"Can humans ever say what they mean?" Zim asked, below was a small radio. Zim picked it up and began to walk out when the radio made a sharp hissing noise. He threw the abomination against the wall, displeased by the noise it made. He continued down the long hallway, the florescent lights buzzed ever so subtly. He continued down the hall, past the lockers which were left pressed closed. Something scraped the tile floor. Zim whipped around, in a brave attempt to see what made the noise. A loud shriek echoed throughout the hall as a white creature dragged itself over toward Zim. The sounds of its contorted body were unbearable. He began to panic and tried to fire the gun in his hand rather than focus on the cracking and popping of the creature's limbs. Zim succeeding in shooting a round, but the thing moved forward, its pasty while skin hung on its bones. Zim shut it again and it fell to the ground with a sickening squelch. The thing twitched and convulsed on the grimy floor until Zim shot it three more times.

Zim usually didn't consider himself squeamish, but the sight of the grotesque sack of flesh made him shiver. He stepped closer to the mass and turned it over with his foot and grimaced in horror at what he saw. It wasn't the lack of clothing, the frog like skin, or ever the two wheels that punctured its broken legs, but that it had the mutilated face of a human child. It disturbed him greatly, but he needed to find the note book Dib had written about. Zim walked down the hall, the old radiator hung and snarled through the air ducts occasionally releasing billows of steam. The building moaned as Zim stepped along the corridor, most of the doors were locked or jammed. It was an awful lot of trouble for a key.

Zim came to a classroom where the door had been torn off its hinges. Walking inside, he stepped over the wadded up paper and broken pencils. Zim checked the teacher's drawer for the notebook, what he found was a drawer filled with food that had been confiscated before the mine exploded. All it amounted to now was a piled of black matter. Zim quickly shut the drawer and continued his search. He came to a peculiar desk. It had been stuffed full of garbage, on the desk top terms like freak and psychopath amongst other derogatory terms were carved into the wood. Obviously the work of fellow students in order to make whoever sat here unwelcome. A tattered blue notebook stuck out of the bottom of the desk, he pulled it out and flipped through the pages.

September 9th,

I happened again, I don't know why they can't leave me alone. All I want to do is study the paranormal and everyone treats it like a crime, even my father. All I want to do is help; I wish something would change, anything. It's not fair that people are hunted down for their dreams. I'm not even sure if what I believe is right any more, maybe I should just give up all together. Everyone always said there was a place for me at Blood Bridge.

November 14th,

I can't believe, I won't believe it! For the first time I had been happy, truly happy and they had to just ruin it all. I had found everything I ever needed, proof that I was sane, someone who believed me, someone who listened, even maybe… a friend. But of course they couldn't let it be, they just couldn't ignore me for once in my life. I hate them, I hate all of them. They don't even deserve to die, they should just wallow in the pit that they've dug for themselves. One day I'll leave them behind, then they'll be sorry. They'll be sorry alright.

A rusty key fell out of the book and clattered on the floor. Zim stooped down and picked it up by its frayed blue ribbon. Somewhere a ring cut through the silence in the room. Zim followed the noise, picked up the receiver, and heard a distorted voice begin to sing.

" Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear- Oh, I'm sorry, I've seem to have forgotten your name."

"Who are you!" Zim demanded.

"Oh, thank you. Happy Birthday dear who are you, Happy Birthday to you. Happy 13th Birthday!"

"You must have confused me with another stink beast."

"NO!" The voice shouted, "I know you and it's your 13th birthday today."

"Don't waste my time Earth filthy-"

"But buddy, I have a special present for you at the clock tower."

"…K-keef?"

"Would you like to give pain or receive it? You can have the one you HATE the most. Happy Birthday."

"Keef wait, where is everyone?" Zim shouted, but the phone line went dead. "And it's not Zim's Birthday." He hung up the phone only to have it fall to the ground; the line had been chewed through. Though when it had been cut, was unknown, he reloaded his gun and thought. Dib had written that Zim needed the Key to time and Keef just talked about a clock tower, so the key must have gone to this clock tower. He exited the hall satisfied with his conclusion and entered the courtyard of the school. In the center of the courtyard an old tower leaned against the far corner. A large clock sat above a small door, the size of a cupboard. Outside was darker than midnight and the ash fell lightly. The walls shuddered holding back an unknown evil. Zim stepped forward, and carefully placed the key into a small lock on the door. It grated against the lock, resisting the whole way. Zim pried the door of the clock tower, rust flaked off the handle as the hinges were groggily drawn out of their slumber. A horrific display was at the bottom of the clock tower, inside lay a freshly severed human hand tightly gripping a pair of broken glasses. The hospital band had fresh teeth marks and clung to what was left of the wrist with coagulated blood. Zim gently pried the glasses from the dead hand, they were Dib's. A box of bullets sat next to a sawed off shotgun towards the back of the small enclosure. He reluctantly crawled toward the new weapon and ammo and clutched both to his chest. The sooner he could leave the better.

A high pitched alarm rang, Zim startled and fell on what used to be a hand, but was now a mutilated body missing the accursed hand. The alarm stopped, he crawled out of the small enclosure to see rusted walls caked with blood, the once humble clock tower was twisted into a state of despair, Zim jumped back as best he could on the broken stones of the courtyard.

"Happy Birthday Zim." Keef chuckled from inside the clock tower. Moans began to burble to the surface, flesh ropes shot out of the small doorway wrapping around the school's pillars. A large mass began to squeeze through the door and slitter into the light. It was a disgusting orb of all the school children from the bus. They were conjoined at every point, some appeared to be stitched into place while others seemed to have melted into the creature before him.

"What happened to all the stink babies!" Zim asked as he held in the bile that threatened to spill from his mouth due to the inhuman moans of his former classmates.

"They're gone now, I'm the only one left." Keef said, his face moved like a lily pad on water, rippling the melded skin. "Are you happy Zim? I'm being punished now."

"No!" Zim screamed at Keef, shot gun raised. "I wanted to do it!" Wiggling shark skinned worms fell out of the listless mouths of the past students, Zim shot Keef squarely in the face and made quick work of the small snake like beings. There were too many of them, Zim shot the quivering mass school children once more and ran out of the school with Dib's glasses. 'I have to find the hospital.' Zim thought.

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