I'm back! Hooray! Just wanted to apologize for that last chapter that was very short and horribly written. Gaz should have died in a more honorable way. Well, by that I just mean in a more well-written chapter.

IMPORTANT! PLEASE READ EVEN IF YOU REALLY DON'T GIVE A CRAP:

Okay, this is a shout-out to all fans of IZ. Are you guys still upset that it's cancelled? Don't get me wrong, I most definitely am. But not to worry! Journal Sketch has a cure! I am prescribing all of you with: 1 dose of Gravity Falls! It's another show on Disney Channel (well, Disney XD now I guess) that I am really into! If you already like it, good for you! If you don't...I'm not gonna say anything there. If you don't know what the crap Gravity Falls is, or you know that it exists but have never really looked into it, you really need to check it out!

This show reminds me (and several other people for that matter) of IZ, and the two can be seen as very similar to each other quite often. Although the main difference is that Gravity Falls has some heart in it, but that's not to say that it doesn't have it's fair share of little dark goodies. And so many 90's references! Look, I'm not trying to advertise or anything, all I'm saying is that sometimes, GF is so much like IZ that some people have come to think that the creator, Alex Hirsch, is a fan of the show. I mean sure, it's probably just coincidence that Dipper is almost EXACTLY like Dib, almost everyone in the town is an oblivious idiot, and there is (no joke) a candy called Blorch that can be seen in some of the episodes. You can't help but wonder sometimes though...

Anyways, with all that said, let me continue with the story!

11:00 p.m.

"I'm here!" called out Dib as he opened the door. The place was pretty dark, and he couldn't see anybody inside.

"Hello?" a tiny bit of fear began to run through the boy. He saw the performance stage where all of the animatronics stood. Moose of Doom, Miss Manatee, Sergeant Squid, and Bloaty. Funny thing, Dib could have sworn that there was a fifth animatronic. Wasn't it a squirrel or something? The new looks that the robots had made them look more...menacing, in a way. And they reeked-REALLY BAD. Dib then remembered another old newspaper about the restaurant:

IS BLOATY'S REALLY A SAFE ENVIRONMENT?

Just last week, the well-known pizzeria has been getting complaints from customers, reporting bodily fluids coming from the eyes and mouths of the animatronics, as well as a rotting smell being omitted from them. One parent even described the robots as "reanimated corpses."

No health violations have been put on the place, but it's only a matter of time...

Dib looked at his watch. It was 11:15, and there was still nobody there. He was starting to have second thoughts about working here at night. It just didn't feel right. Maybe he could go back home right now before he had to start his shift.

"Hey there!" Dib felt a hand on his shoulder and jumped. He sighed in relief to see that it was only one of the workers.

"Sorry for scaring you." he apologized. "You're Dib, right?"

"Uh...yeah." Dib answered.

"Come on, I'll show you to your office." Dib nervously followed the man to start his nightly job-and boy was he gonna regret ever coming to this place.

"The name's Gorney, by the way." said the man as they were walking through the restaurant. "You're lucky I volunteered to come over here and help you get settled in for your first night. The last guy went missing. Now, I know that it can be a little unsettling at first, but-"

"Missing?!" Dib asked with a hint of uneasiness in his voice.

"Oh yeah. It's a shame too. Eric was a really nice dude, and my friend. Matter of fact, all of the night guards tend to go missing."

"WHAT?!"

"You see, there's kind of a...glitch in the animatronics. From midnight to six a.m., they're free to roam around so that their servos don't lock up...or something like that. And if they happen to spot somebody throughout that period of time, they don't see them as a person. Instead they'll think that they're a metal endoskeleton without a costume, and since they aren't allowed to do that, they'll try to forcefully stuff anyone into a suit full of crossbeams and wires. The only part of you that wouldn't be stuffed in there would be your eyeballs and teeth, which would pop out of the facial area of the suit." At this point, poor Dib was shaking all over from absolute terror.

"Could you please stop?" he asked Gorney. But the employee continued:

"It's actually in the policy when you sign up to work here that if any member that works here dies, they're just filed away as missing as soon as the carpets are bleached. Man, I wonder where Eric could be now." Dib was in shock, both from the fact that he was probably going to die, and from Gorney's complete stupidity. Sure, everyone around here is an idiot, but surely nobody could be that dumb! Finally, they arrived at a small office, with two manual doors on both sides.

"Now then, here's your chair, here's a fan, here are the doors, the lights, and the security cameras. Just make sure to watch the cameras and only close the doors if necessary. Okay then, see ya!" And with that, Gorney ran off, eager to get home quick. Still shaking and trembling, Dib sat himself in his chair. He checked his watch. It read 11:20. He still had forty minutes to prepare before the crazy robots would come to kill him. He took in a deep breath, in and out. He cracked his knuckles, and pulled out some paranormal tech that he happened to have with him.

"Let's do this."

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Gorney was running as fast as he could, hurrying to his car so that he could get out of the creepy place. He'd quit working at Bloaty's if he could, but right now he's still just an adult that still lives with his parents and can't pay for college.

"Hopefully that kid will be smart enough to survive for just one night and quit the very next day." he muttered to himself.

Once Gorney saw the doors, he opened them and bolted over to his car, only to be stopped by a small figure standing in front of it.

"Hello, Gorney." he said his name with particular hatred.

"Hey boss!" Gorney started sweating. "How's it goin?"

The figure stepped into the light of a lonely street lamp, showing that it was none other than Zim himself.

"How DARE you threaten to ruin the mission like all the others!" Zim cried out.

"Look, boss, I can explain, I-"

"You have proven that you are another unworthy slave for ZIM! Now then..." All of the animatronics came behind Gorney, and began to squeeze him into a suit.

"PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" Gorney screamed. The Irken looked over the employee with an uncaring look in his eyes.

"Don't you get it? You were already dead anyways."

An imposter took our lives away,

now we're stuck here to decay!