Dib's pencil scritched along the paper, though recording nothing of the current subject he was in. No, no, it was... aliens! After all these years, and all the ridicule, he hadn't given up on it. Sure, everybody still thought he was crazy. But more than that, in high school, he'd become quite the outcast. Nobody believed him, still... determined to stop Zim, but the attempts had narrowed down to not so often.
His clothes were pretty much the same, trench coat and boots... his shirt had a UFO on it, though. It was five minutes until class got out, he eagerly awaited the bell, stuffing the paper in his backpack.
While said paper was being stuffed into said backpack, another one soared across the room to land upon the desk of the Membrane child. A growl was heard, before a barrage of paper balls flew at Dib, all missing save one, as it bounced off his oddly jutting hair, and it too wilted forward. There was a loud snicker before a green-skinned teen spazzed out, thrusting his fists into the air.
"VICTORY! VICTORY FOR ZIM!!" His black and brown "hair" fell into his face, as he pushed it to the side with a sleeve-covered hand. The pin-straight locks fell back in his face, and he growled, trying to not rip this wig off. Shaking his head the wig righted itself, before he swept his glance around the classroom. A few kids stared, ones new to the skool district, but mostly everyone stared at the clock. (It was funny how easily he had become a permanent fixture in the system).
Satisfied he had not been spotted, or really cared about for that matter, he straightened out the white long-sleeved undershirt he wore, trying to take out the wrinkles in his red-cotton short-sleeved button up. He saw no reason to sit as the skool bell would ring soon, so he scooped his back pack up, fitting it over his refurnished Pak--it was now white with deep red paneling--as the chains on his dark red Tripp pants jingled (something about the jingling called to Zim). Dark brown eyes glared at Dib as he stuck out his thin, pointed tongue.
He glared at his alien rival, and adjusted his glasses. Dib rubbed his head a little, those kind of hurt... but it was just regular behavior for the alien, as always. Though he wanted to yell out something about Zim being an alien, that had grown old long ago. Still, one more time couldn't hurt. Standing up on his chair, he got that crazed look in his eyes and pointed dramatically at Zim, his trench coat sleeve rolling back to his elbow a bit. "ALIEN!!" he proclaimed, his arm starting to shake.
The kids merely scoffed, before more paper was thrown at Dib, this time by other students. Mostly they glared or snickered, while again the people who were new were filled in about how crazy Dib was. Zim smirked, happy enough to let the other earth-monkeys do his bidding for him. Laughing under his breath, antennas twitched underneath the wig before he bolted out of the classroom. Ugh...only fourth period. He didn't think he'd get through the day.
Giving an almighty sigh and knowing fully well that nobody would care, he skittered off towards the teacher's lounge. Near it was a set of stairs that he normally hid under until he felt like going back to class; he had no parents for them to call so they usually let Zim do as he pleased.
Dib, having used to kids throwing paper and other odd objects, didn't take this too personally at all. Removing wads of paper stuck in his hair, he brushed them all off. That made kind of a little ring of crumpled up paper around his desk. Not that much in a hurry when the bell rang, he was a little curious as to what Zim was up to. It never died his curiosity for the green-skinned one. I mean, how can somebody /miss/ that?! Shoving his hands into his trench coat pockets, Dib took in a breath and did his best to try and remember where Zim usually hid. Not having any luck, and the time for passing through the halls thinning, he decided to be a goody two-shoes and go to class. What a disappointment.
Zim watched Dib pass by his spot three times before he saw the human sigh and run off to class. Zim laughed long and hard after that, even though it really wasn't all that funny...well to him it was. I mean c'mon, he was sure the Dib-human could /smell/ him, knowing that's how creepy the earthling tended to get.
Tempted to lean against the wall but thinking he'd better save his Pak some pain, Zim pulled out a notebook and doodled, mostly containing him squishing humans or gnawing on Dib's scythe. That damn thing always annoyed the hell out of him, and he really wanted some days just to jump Dib and gnaw the stupid thing off. He wondered if that's what kept his ham-filled mind cavity going...
Dib rested his head on his palm, and his elbow rested on the desk. He glared down at his paper, rolling the pencil that was near it around. Back and forth, back and forth. This sort of bothered him, as always, he was just too paranoid about things. 'Any day now, any day now, he's going to catch you off-guard!' his brain told him. It told him all sorts of things like that; he already knew they were all true.
He had to get out of class. To use the bathroom, that's all. It wasn't to find Zim. Nope. Wondering if the old 'pencil-up-nose' trick would work, he broke the writing utensil in half and shoved it up his nose, raising his hand shortly after that.
The female teacher stopped in her tracks, as she had been going on about a rather good rant about the government, before she had seen the hand go up. Looking irritated beyond belief, she stared hard before asking irritatedly, "Dib, what is it now? If you're going to suggest that theory the government is run by ducks and not my obviously believable theory that it's run by gorillas, then you can put your hand down now."
Dib kind of blinked, not expecting that response. His hand lowered and he pointed to his nose, with the eraser-side of the pencil was seemingly lodged into. "I have... this pencil stuck in my nose." he eased the question out, as it started to slide out and h e quickly replaced it back in his nostril. With a cheesy grin he looked up at the teacher, placing his hands together innocently. Real smooth, Dib. Real smooth.
The teacher seemed a little relieved before she nodded. "Again? Dib you really need to learn that pencils belong either on your desk or behind your ear." She gave a heavy sigh, moving forward slightly to peer at his nose, squinting slightly. "Tell me how far in your brain is it this time Dib?"
"It's... pretty far." He replied, and winced for the effect when he tried to wiggle it. Looking up at the teacher, he tried to put on his best 'I'm-in-pain-with-a-fucking-pencil-up-my-nose' look, and so far he thought it was working. In his head at least, his brain yelled at him to never really try to lodge anything into it.
She stared, long and hard as if she could figure out weather or not he was lying. Leaning back she shrugged. "Fine, go to the nurse. But unless you're going to go comatose, come back to class right away understand?" Pulling a pencil from behind her ear--she gave Dib a pointed look--a pass was written out before she handed it to the teen. "Go. Quickly."
Dib smiled and took the pass, walking out the door. When it was shut behind him, he removed the pencil from his nostril chucked it to the side. Ewww, it had Dib boogers on it, just for the unlucky person who was going to find it next. He hesitated for a moment, trying to decide whether to go left or right. Left couldn't hurt. It wasn't right, but just because it was right didn't mean it was right. He mentally slapped himself for that pun and darted down the hall, shoving the pass in his pocket for later use.
Zim had long dozed off in his small warm corner of the stairway; it's not like he was tired, sleeping just passed the time best. No Irken needed this stupid thing called sleep. He had curled up on a blanket he had stashed away in his Pak, plus a pillow for his head. He had fallen asleep after the first bell for the fifth period sounded, so he would sleep until sixth block, which happened to be mechanics. Ooh...so many shiny objects to play with when he woke up...
The boy huffed along, he'd ran practically everywhere around school. That's when it hit him: Zim's hiding place! The stairway! 'Took you long enough', his brain told him, and he headed in that direction. Wasting no time Dib was at the stairway, leaning down to rest his elbows on his knees to catch his breathe.
There he was, finally he had Zim where he wanted him. That sneaky bastard thought he could get away! Well, nobody can escape from Dib! He snickered at his own muses, and crouched down to peer under the stairway. And in fact, there the alien was. He held out his camera, the shutter clicked a couple of times.
The sound did not wake the Irken, merely forced a few annoyed noises from the back of his throat as he rolled over, now facing Dib. He muttered a few things in Irken, some loose English slipping through involving the words "Muffin", "Pig", "Toaster", "Gir", and "Explosives".
Dib was convinced that this was part of Zim's evil master plan and the shutter clicked again, he put his magical camera away and adjusted his glasses. He scooted a little closer and had his handy dandy noteboo-- I mean, notepad, and… "Shit, I don't have a pencil!" Dib said aloud, searching his pockets. So much for the plan of writing notes about what Zim said in his sleep!
That, however, had the Irken awake. Giving a growl, with fake eyes still closed, he picked up the pillow and swatted at Dib. Giving a satisfied noise when he felt the plush material hit Dib with a muffled "bop", he placed it down and let his still wig-covered head back onto the pillow. Not even five seconds went by before his eyes snapped open, brown shooting up to look at Dib before a metal arm came out instinctively to swat Dib from underneath the stairway. Zim growled out, the arm retracting, "Go get your own hiding spot, Dib-stain."
That all happened too quickly for Dib's brain to process. Maybe it was out to lunch. However he blinked and got up, brushing himself off. "I know what you're up to, Zim!" he accused, his... accusing finger out and pointing again to the alien. "You think you're so clever," he said and tried to taunt Zim, slipping the camera from his pocket and waving it back and forth. 'Ooh, very intimidating, Dib.' his brain said. "I have pictures!" he claimed. 'Really, what good are pictures of a green-skinned teenager sleeping going to do?'
"Oh really?" Zim replied. "And what are pictures of a perfectly normal-looking teen skipping a class and sleeping going to do for you?" Zim's brain seemed to be going in the same direction as Dib's rational brain was. Far opposite of Dib's other half, the brain that wasn't so rational.
Zim smirked, grabbing the pillow and blanket, folding them before placing them into his Pak quickly. Moving out from underneath the stairs, he ran into Dib roughly with his shoulder. "Stupid human..."
His mouth turned into a scowl, feeling defeat as he turned to watch Zim. Oh, but this defeat shan't last for long! Victory will be Dib's! Dib started to follow after Zim, trying to keep up with him, running up to the other's side. "Oh, but you don't know what proof I have!" he defended himself. "And you'll never know until it's too late!" he said proudly. 'Oh, Dib, what are you getting yourself into?'
Zim stopped, shooting a glare at the paranormalist with too-large eyes. "I'm sure you do. All this 'mighty'," he provided the physical emphasis, "evidence will surely have Zim captured." A roll of dark brown eyes, letting them land on Dib as they sparked with sarcasm and slightly malicious thoughts. Looking away, he waved his hand about in an enthusiastic way.
"It will, just you wait!" Dib shot back, flailing his arms like a bird trying to take flight. "When you have the FBI knocking at your door, don't come crying to me! You'll see!" he said and huffed angrily. He wanted so bad to be right, all these words just kept coming out of his mouth. 'Think Dib, think.' Dib shook his head and tried to calm down, and made sure his hall pass was still in his pocket. Looking around, he couldn't see a clock. "Hey, do you have a watch on you?" He asked in a casual way, as if nothing happened.
For some stupid reason, his Pak opened tossing Dib a watch. "Here." Deadpanning, he looked back over his shoulder at Dib realizing what he just did. Damnit! Did his brain decide to take a vacation or something? Rustling his wig in annoyance with himself and Dib--mostly Dib--he growled turning back to the other. "Why do you need my timing device hmm?"
He examined the watch, as to make sure it wouldn't explode, or shoot ink at him or anything. Seeing the time, his attention turned to the green-skinned teen. "I just needed the time, that's all." Dib said one eye narrow. 'Well, it's natural of him to be suspicious of you.' Dib didn't really look too suspicious... or did he?
The Dib-human always looked suspicious, and Zim approached the human snatching back his watch and throwing it into his Pak. He stared for a long moment, finally tilting his head upward slightly to see Dib's face. Zim growled in aggravation, standing on his tip toes, but only coming up another inch or so, Dib still far taller than then other. "Stupid Dib-beast...daring to be taller than Zim..."
Dib laughed at this. "That's be cause aliens are short. Humans are obviously superior." the human smirked, looking down at Zim. Yeah, he was pretty short. Bringing up his hand, he flicked Zim's forehead, just like a bully. He liked being taller; it made him feel good about himself and all that psychiatrist mumbo-jumbo. He never understood why Zim's race were so small... it was funny to him.
"You're like a dwarf," he mocked.
Zim gave a warning growl, eyes narrowing fiercely. Even if he was shorter by inches, the Irken could be intimidating...maybe. He wasn't /that/ much shorter than Dib. "I AM NOT SHORT! I am considered freakishly tall on my planet! A GIANT!" His chest puffed out in an arrogant manner. "Where as you are considered incredibly short. I've seen some of the other meat babies your age and they're as tall if not taller than you Dib-stink."
Dib rolled his eyes. "Please, Zim. If you're considered freakishly tall on your planet, your people must be... gnome-like. Gnome-people…. Heh," he mused, laughing a bit. He ignored Zim's body language, crossing his arms and putting his nose into the air. "And even if I am short on this planet, I'm still not as short as you." Dib said. Yep, he thought he was pretty darn clever right now, that he did.
"Bah! My leaders would squish you right now! Puny earth monkey!" he spat. "But they'd have a hard time squishing that big head of yours." Reaching up, he grabbed hold of the scythe lock and tugged on it. "What is this hideous thing anyways? Does it get reception? Or can you detach it and use it as a weapon?" The Irken's eyes suddenly lit up at the possibility, tugging more to see if it came loose. "Uwwwaa...I could use your weapon against you!"
Dib yelled out in surprise. "Hey, that's my hair!!" he exclaimed, arms flailing like a bird again. "Don't make fun of it!" he whined, nobody'd really made fun of his hair before. At least none that he could remember at this moment. He shoved Zim away and put his hands atop his head. "Crazy aliens," he spat quietly. 'Don't get so offended easily, Dib'. He couldn't really help it, though. But after a few seconds of that, he snapped out of it and glared at Zim through his glasses. "Does this really look like a weapon?!" he demanded, one eye twitching as he pointed to his own hair.
Zim stared up at the lock, now having that horrible urge to chew upon it. "Sure, yeah...cactus..." he mumbled, obviously not paying attention. Without thinking, he rose on spider legs before tackling Dib to the ground. Once both landed, Zim pushed Dib to a sitting position before standing over him to gnaw on the piece of hair happily.
Hah! Take that you fake lekku!
Dib felt naturally awkward, he twitched and shuddered all over. It went down his spine; he did his best not to move. He tried to figure out why and what Zim was doing. 'He seems to be chewing on your giant spike of hair.' his brain informed, and Dib blinked. "Zim!" he suddenly shouted. "What the hell are you doing?!" he demanded with frustration, poking furiously at the alien's side.
Zim squeaked, letting go long enough to glare down at him and reply, "Getting revenge," before enclosing sharp teeth over the top part of the scythe lock. Noisily, he made chewing sounds, gnawing and occasionally licking it. It tasted sort of odd but it wasn't as bad and it smelled good too! What wasn't there to like about getting revenge on something that was so...interesting. But ugly. Once more he chomped down loudly, a small purr escaping his chest as gnawed.
Dib didn't know what to do. An alien was chewing on his hair. What would any normal kid do? Wait, he was normal? 'Don't kid yourself, Dib.' He winced.
"Do you have to be so loud about it? That's just gross!" Dib yelled, waving his arms. He crossed them and huffed. "You can stop now. It's not doing anything to me, besides... giving me disgusting alien slobber in my hair."
Zim made a few suckling noises, taking the said alien spit back into his mouth and swallowing, only to pull back coughing horribly. Ack. A strand of hair. Once said hair was freed of his breathing passage, he smirked. "It's doing something duh. Otherwise I would not be chewing upon your fake Lekku."
Dib looked really grossed out and confused. "What's a Lekku?" he asked, the shivers going down his spine and arms just wouldn't stop. Eww, alien spit in his hair!
"Some sort of stoopid alien... thing?" he hesitated to reach up to try and feel his hair. Not feeling up to it, his arms rest at his side, his brain told him to get up. Doing so, he twitched as some excess saliva dripped down onto his ear. This made him freeze and shiver all over, severely grossed out.
Zim snickered loudly. Since there so wasn't anyone around--not that anyone would really notice anyways--he removed the wig. Immediately his lekku sprung up, quite happy to be free in the air. They wiggled slightly, Zim itching them gently before he wiggled them at Dib. "These are my Lekku. They're like those satellite dishes on your head, only far better and more sensitive."
He was trying not to concentrate on the drool going down his ear; it curved down his face, and dripped off his chin. 'Good God that's vile.' Dib turned his attention to Zim; he looked awkwardly stiff, all tensed up. Well, with revenge-inducing spit in your hair, it'd be all gross and slimy and warm and... Yeah. The teen's eyes narrowed. "Right. Did you really have to slobber on me?" he asked pathetically. He couldn't get off that subject for some reason.
"Yes. It was mandatory! Two victories for Zim so far today!" he declared, reminding Dib of the paper balls. "So quit your slobbering and accept that you've been beat!" Cackling madly, his lekku twitched happily, flicking forward as if taunting the boy.
Dib shivered and reached into his pocket, snapping some pictures of Zim when he wasn't looking. He put that back into his front pocket. Reaching into his other back pocket, for the purpose of nothing else I can think of (But it's Dib we're talking about, does he need a reason?), there were those handcuffs he had when he first met up with Zim. "I wonder if these really work," Dib asked himself aloud, and looked to the other suspiciously.
The click had him scowling--no matter the boy would get it in his sleep--but he stopped, frozen. Those...horrid handcuffs...! "Well..." Zim began, edging away, "...you'll never find out!" With that he bolted in the opposite direction of Dib. If there was only one thing Zim naturally had that was worth anything, was his speed. Within seconds he had sprinted down the length of the hallway, as he put his wig back on hastily.
"We'll see about that!" He yelled after him, copying Zim and darting after the other. Must... keep up... with the alien! The handcuffs held tightly in his hands, he nearly tripped over a dog. Why was a dog in the school? He could worry about that later, feeling the adrenaline rush through him. Ahh, the hunt was on. It was refreshing to get to chase an alien every so often.
Sharply turning a corner, he bulldozed through a crowd of students before bursting through the doors of the skool and skittering down the front steps. He glanced behind himself, not paying much mind before he heard a honk. Skidding to a halt, eyes moved up to see a truck barreling at him. The thing had too much momentum; it wouldn't be able to stop in time. Fake eyes widened to the point of the contacts almost falling out...