Growing Mold
Part 2: Test One (Ew...)
By Paigey-Wan
(Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim. The bed monster is mine.)
Dib vaulted over the box labeled 'Cheese', and dashed down the stairs. He sped his way into the laundry room.
"Where is it, where is it?" Dib muttered, tossing stuff from the laundry room into the kitchen.
High and low, high and low, all around, everywhere there was, he hunted. He tossed dish soap, dryer sheets, baskets, pants, and other things out. He searched all over, up and down, all throughout the room. He came across spiders, really old molding, rotten, decaying cheese, and another one of Gaz's books.
Then, he'd found it. There it was, in all its glory, the magnificent splendor, a gift from the powers from above, the grandeur that was... a broom.
"Ah ha!" he cried. He wrapped his fingers around the shaft of that wonderful broom, and bounded back up the steps to his room.
Dib wrenched the books back off his bookcase and laid them on the floor in front of him, five in a row. Using the butt of the magnificent broom he found, he slowly pushed the first book towards his bed.
Creeping it, crawling it, he inched the book toward the bed. Pushing, shoving, it was almost there...
WAM!
A giant, decayed, moldy hand exploded out from his bed. The disgusting, rotten grabbing appendage grasped the book that Dib was sliding toward the bed and yanked it under. All that was left was a fetid, fusty, rancid pile of slime.
Dib resisted his stomach's sudden urge to show him exactly what the cafeteria had fed him at lunch that day. "Sick..." Dib said.
Dib's stomach contented itself to somersaulting and loop-de-looping as he began to shove a second book toward his bed and the putrid monster underneath.
Sliding over the floor, propelled by Dib's broom, the book crept ever closer, closer, closer to the abyss. Creeping, creeping, crawling, sneaking...
WAM!
Again, it struck. The reeking, disgusting hand shot out of the dark, imposing hole. It closed its rancid fingers around the book, and snaked back into the impenetrable darkness. Once again, it left behind only a steaming, nauseating pile of slimy mucus.
Dib's stomach heaved; a horrid taste invaded his mouth. He battled back the urge to find out how long his breakfast really stayed in his stomach.
Dib mustered up his reserves, held his breath, and began to slide a third book in the direction of his bed. He pushed the broom into the book slowly, slowly, ever so slowly, carefully, time-wastingly slow...
The book crawled across the floor, nearer to the two gross sickening mounds of putrid, rotting sludge. Closer it crept, closer... closer...
WAM!
The hand raced out of its hiding, stealing the book from the floor, leaving in its place another offensive, atrocious clump of goop.
Dib collapsed to the floor. His mouth opened, and out of it poured a putrefied mass of half-digested slop that could only be his lunch. 'Odd,' he thought. 'That's what it looked like going in...'
The short, pasty boy lurched to his feet, the combined smell of the four piles of malodorous gunk (that is to say, the three left by the monster, and his former lunch) threatening to force his breakfast out as well. Dib staggered out of his room and down the stairs. His stomach started recovering as soon as he entered the kitchen.
Dib tried to run, but ended up sliding across the linoleum instead, his face stopping him in front of the kitchen sink's cabinet.
(AN: Next stop... cleaning (or at least, disposing of the smell of) the goop, and test numero dos...)
Part 2: Test One (Ew...)
By Paigey-Wan
(Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim. The bed monster is mine.)
Dib vaulted over the box labeled 'Cheese', and dashed down the stairs. He sped his way into the laundry room.
"Where is it, where is it?" Dib muttered, tossing stuff from the laundry room into the kitchen.
High and low, high and low, all around, everywhere there was, he hunted. He tossed dish soap, dryer sheets, baskets, pants, and other things out. He searched all over, up and down, all throughout the room. He came across spiders, really old molding, rotten, decaying cheese, and another one of Gaz's books.
Then, he'd found it. There it was, in all its glory, the magnificent splendor, a gift from the powers from above, the grandeur that was... a broom.
"Ah ha!" he cried. He wrapped his fingers around the shaft of that wonderful broom, and bounded back up the steps to his room.
Dib wrenched the books back off his bookcase and laid them on the floor in front of him, five in a row. Using the butt of the magnificent broom he found, he slowly pushed the first book towards his bed.
Creeping it, crawling it, he inched the book toward the bed. Pushing, shoving, it was almost there...
WAM!
A giant, decayed, moldy hand exploded out from his bed. The disgusting, rotten grabbing appendage grasped the book that Dib was sliding toward the bed and yanked it under. All that was left was a fetid, fusty, rancid pile of slime.
Dib resisted his stomach's sudden urge to show him exactly what the cafeteria had fed him at lunch that day. "Sick..." Dib said.
Dib's stomach contented itself to somersaulting and loop-de-looping as he began to shove a second book toward his bed and the putrid monster underneath.
Sliding over the floor, propelled by Dib's broom, the book crept ever closer, closer, closer to the abyss. Creeping, creeping, crawling, sneaking...
WAM!
Again, it struck. The reeking, disgusting hand shot out of the dark, imposing hole. It closed its rancid fingers around the book, and snaked back into the impenetrable darkness. Once again, it left behind only a steaming, nauseating pile of slimy mucus.
Dib's stomach heaved; a horrid taste invaded his mouth. He battled back the urge to find out how long his breakfast really stayed in his stomach.
Dib mustered up his reserves, held his breath, and began to slide a third book in the direction of his bed. He pushed the broom into the book slowly, slowly, ever so slowly, carefully, time-wastingly slow...
The book crawled across the floor, nearer to the two gross sickening mounds of putrid, rotting sludge. Closer it crept, closer... closer...
WAM!
The hand raced out of its hiding, stealing the book from the floor, leaving in its place another offensive, atrocious clump of goop.
Dib collapsed to the floor. His mouth opened, and out of it poured a putrefied mass of half-digested slop that could only be his lunch. 'Odd,' he thought. 'That's what it looked like going in...'
The short, pasty boy lurched to his feet, the combined smell of the four piles of malodorous gunk (that is to say, the three left by the monster, and his former lunch) threatening to force his breakfast out as well. Dib staggered out of his room and down the stairs. His stomach started recovering as soon as he entered the kitchen.
Dib tried to run, but ended up sliding across the linoleum instead, his face stopping him in front of the kitchen sink's cabinet.
(AN: Next stop... cleaning (or at least, disposing of the smell of) the goop, and test numero dos...)
