Growing Mold
Part 3: The Poop-Scooper
By Paigey-Wan
(Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim. The Bed Monster is mine.)
Dib sat up, rubbing his aching nose. 'At least it isn't bleeding,' he though wryly.
He quickly took off his socks. 'Yeah, that was smart Dib,' he thought. 'Let's run on the tile with our socks on.'
Dib stood. The tile was cold beneath his feet, which wasn't a big surprise, as tile always seems to be cold.
Dib knelt and opened the cupboard beneath the sink, searching for something to clean the festering, smelly piles of gunk decorating the floor of his room. 'Raid?... no. Lysol?... is the smell worth it? Rat poison?... RAT POISON?! Why do we have rat poison?... Well, whatever. A poop-scooper?... Why do we... No, I don't want to know... but that'll do, I suppose.'
Dib grabbed the poop-scooper and ran back up the stairs, his feet plip-ploping up the wooden stairs. He stopped in front of his door, took a deep breath, and plunged into the horrible smelling abyss of his room.
Dib knelt in front of one of the rancid mounds of goop. Dib pointed the poop-scooper at the gunk. He opened the poop-scooper and it quickly sucked up the bad stinking junk. Dib dropped the poop-scooper in surprise.
Dib shook his head. This day was progressively getting weirder. He picked up the poop-scooper, opened it, and looked inside. The poop-scooper pulled in his hair spike. Dib yelped.
He pulled and yanked on the poop-scooper, ineffectually trying to get his hair out of it. He tried and tried, tried to pry his hair from the poop-scooper. He tugged, and struggled, and yet, was unsuccessful.
He staggered out of his room, still attempting to get the poop-scooper to release his hair. He stumbled - STAIRS! - he tumbled down, down, head, heels, poop-scooper...
CRASH!
Dib landed brusquely at the bottom of the stairway.
The world began to blacken.
"Vacuum function disabled."
The edges of his vision darkened.
"Vacuum... function?" Dib asked the air.
The colors faded to black and white.
"So that's why..."
Darkness.
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Dib felt a jolt of hurting awaken him. Gaz was stalking into the kitchen a ways down the hall. She had kicked him on her way there, Dib supposed. He hated to admit it, but she kicked hard.
Dib blinked, trying to gain his bearings. He was lying at the foot of the stairwell, again, with a throbbing pain in his head, again. Resting beside him was a poop-scooper.
Why did they have a poop-scooper? It wasn't like they had a dog.
Why did HE have the poop-scooper?
Dib racked his brain, trying to remember.
'Wait...' Dib thought. 'I remember! I was using it to clean up the nasty smelling mess my bed monster left on my floor... It sucked up the reeking goo...stuff... but why? Why? Why, why, why, wh-'
"DIB!"
His sister's yell brought the boy out of his reverie. "Gaz?"
The wine-haired girl kicked the poop scooper up the stairs. 'She should play football... but then she might kill someone,' Dib thought.
"Dib," his younger sister said, seemingly calm, which was a sure sign to Dib that she was about to destroy him. Dib got a fleeting mental image of his sister squishing his head. He giggled.
His sister glared. "Dib," she said again. "I nearly tripped on that stupid poop-scooper and it almost made me drop my GameSlave. I should destroy you here and now."
"But you are lucky, Dib. I'm in a good mood right now. You have five seconds to be GONE, and if I find you lying out here again, I will be forced to destroy you." Dib stared at her for a moment, confused.
"One," Gaz started counting.
"Vacuum function enabled."
'That's right! It had a vacuum function!'
"Two."
'It tried to suck up my hair! I stumbled around and fell down the stairs!'
"Three."
'...I should move.'
"Four."
Dib stood and bounded up the stairs, grabbing the poop-scooper on his way.
Gaz's eyes reconnected themselves to her GameSlave, and Gaz began to play again.
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Dib scuttled into his room. He quickly knelt in front of each of the putrid lumps of disgusting slime, and pointed the poop-scooper at each of them. It sucked every single one up. Dib set the poop-scooper on his bookshelf.
"Okay, bed monster," Dib said to the dark space under his bed which he knew contained his bed monster. "I'll... be right back," he said, grabbing an empty trash bag and darting out of his room.
(A/N: Okay, I lied. No test number two... And sorry it took so long! I got distracted.)
Part 3: The Poop-Scooper
By Paigey-Wan
(Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim. The Bed Monster is mine.)
Dib sat up, rubbing his aching nose. 'At least it isn't bleeding,' he though wryly.
He quickly took off his socks. 'Yeah, that was smart Dib,' he thought. 'Let's run on the tile with our socks on.'
Dib stood. The tile was cold beneath his feet, which wasn't a big surprise, as tile always seems to be cold.
Dib knelt and opened the cupboard beneath the sink, searching for something to clean the festering, smelly piles of gunk decorating the floor of his room. 'Raid?... no. Lysol?... is the smell worth it? Rat poison?... RAT POISON?! Why do we have rat poison?... Well, whatever. A poop-scooper?... Why do we... No, I don't want to know... but that'll do, I suppose.'
Dib grabbed the poop-scooper and ran back up the stairs, his feet plip-ploping up the wooden stairs. He stopped in front of his door, took a deep breath, and plunged into the horrible smelling abyss of his room.
Dib knelt in front of one of the rancid mounds of goop. Dib pointed the poop-scooper at the gunk. He opened the poop-scooper and it quickly sucked up the bad stinking junk. Dib dropped the poop-scooper in surprise.
Dib shook his head. This day was progressively getting weirder. He picked up the poop-scooper, opened it, and looked inside. The poop-scooper pulled in his hair spike. Dib yelped.
He pulled and yanked on the poop-scooper, ineffectually trying to get his hair out of it. He tried and tried, tried to pry his hair from the poop-scooper. He tugged, and struggled, and yet, was unsuccessful.
He staggered out of his room, still attempting to get the poop-scooper to release his hair. He stumbled - STAIRS! - he tumbled down, down, head, heels, poop-scooper...
CRASH!
Dib landed brusquely at the bottom of the stairway.
The world began to blacken.
"Vacuum function disabled."
The edges of his vision darkened.
"Vacuum... function?" Dib asked the air.
The colors faded to black and white.
"So that's why..."
Darkness.
---------------
Dib felt a jolt of hurting awaken him. Gaz was stalking into the kitchen a ways down the hall. She had kicked him on her way there, Dib supposed. He hated to admit it, but she kicked hard.
Dib blinked, trying to gain his bearings. He was lying at the foot of the stairwell, again, with a throbbing pain in his head, again. Resting beside him was a poop-scooper.
Why did they have a poop-scooper? It wasn't like they had a dog.
Why did HE have the poop-scooper?
Dib racked his brain, trying to remember.
'Wait...' Dib thought. 'I remember! I was using it to clean up the nasty smelling mess my bed monster left on my floor... It sucked up the reeking goo...stuff... but why? Why? Why, why, why, wh-'
"DIB!"
His sister's yell brought the boy out of his reverie. "Gaz?"
The wine-haired girl kicked the poop scooper up the stairs. 'She should play football... but then she might kill someone,' Dib thought.
"Dib," his younger sister said, seemingly calm, which was a sure sign to Dib that she was about to destroy him. Dib got a fleeting mental image of his sister squishing his head. He giggled.
His sister glared. "Dib," she said again. "I nearly tripped on that stupid poop-scooper and it almost made me drop my GameSlave. I should destroy you here and now."
"But you are lucky, Dib. I'm in a good mood right now. You have five seconds to be GONE, and if I find you lying out here again, I will be forced to destroy you." Dib stared at her for a moment, confused.
"One," Gaz started counting.
"Vacuum function enabled."
'That's right! It had a vacuum function!'
"Two."
'It tried to suck up my hair! I stumbled around and fell down the stairs!'
"Three."
'...I should move.'
"Four."
Dib stood and bounded up the stairs, grabbing the poop-scooper on his way.
Gaz's eyes reconnected themselves to her GameSlave, and Gaz began to play again.
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Dib scuttled into his room. He quickly knelt in front of each of the putrid lumps of disgusting slime, and pointed the poop-scooper at each of them. It sucked every single one up. Dib set the poop-scooper on his bookshelf.
"Okay, bed monster," Dib said to the dark space under his bed which he knew contained his bed monster. "I'll... be right back," he said, grabbing an empty trash bag and darting out of his room.
(A/N: Okay, I lied. No test number two... And sorry it took so long! I got distracted.)
