The 31 Days of October
October 3rd; Friday
3:00 p.m.
The next day, all of the children at the Skool rejoiced, for it was Friday! Ms. Bitters was in an especial bad mood, for she hated happy children. Four students were lost to the underground classrooms, and one just taken away by mysterious large men in black coats. The last bell rang; everyone screamed, and headed for the nearest exit.
Zim wistfully walked out of the classroom, without having to exchange last glares at Dib. Outside, GIR was chewing on a dead patch of thorn roses on the side of the playground.
"GIR!" The robot looked up, slurping loudly.
"Come! I have the perfect plan." The two walked down the crooked sidewalk, the bright sun setting in the distance. A small, pink bird sang happily, before being zapped to death by a telephone wire.
"NUMMIES!" The two were standing in Dib's driveway. Gaz passed the living room window. She paused for just a second, and walked away.
GIR jumped into the green trash can sitting nearby, munching on something blue and mushy. Zim only sighed, and took out the small computer again.
Spying a few yards away in the bushes was Keef. He rubbed his hand together, menacingly, and laughed.
"Yes! YES!" He fell forward into the bushes. Zim looked over his shoulder and stared, then continued back to his computer. A short, blonde-haired girl--Jessica--stopped near the spectacle, and began to stare.
Keef eyed Dib's house with an evil grin on his face. Occasionally his left eye twitched and he giggled . . . disturbingly. "MY friend. . . Zim is MY friend. . . AGH! THE SQUIRREL!"
Zim continued onward until his forehead smacked into his front door. It opened slowly and Robo-Mom came up with a blank grin on her face. Her head exploded and she burst into flame. Zim walked past her and to the toilet in the kitchen. GIR ran in behind him, screaming.
"ME FIRST ME FIRST!" GIR shoved Zim out of the way and dove down the toilet. Zim blinked and followed him, trying to act dignified but slipping and falling in head first. He landed at the bottom of the chute in a heap. "HMM! Dib has been acting SUSPICIOUSLY, GIR! First taking a picture of me and hiding the camera in such an obvious spot as his roo-"
"IT WAS IN HIS LIVING ROOO-"
"NO IT WASN'T BE QUIET!" Zim glared at GIR. GIR fell silent. Zim continued, seemingly satisfied, "First the camera. . . then his sister's stuffed EARTHY MEAT ANIMAL. . ." Zim walked over to a shiny flashy blinky computer console and typed something in. GIR skipped off. The computer groaned.
"Fiiine. . ." it muttered. A second later a picture of Dib's house came up. Zim frowned and pressed another button. A giant frown face came up on the screen. Zim grinned in satisfaction.
Dib walked down the stairs, staring at a small packet of pictures. An odd smell brought his head up. A brown, fuzzy tail was slung across the couch, a dark red stain running along the sides.
He rubbed his eyes and walked closer.
"Ewww..." Two, small decapitated squirrel heads sat behind the couch, the eyes strewn across the carpet.
Something banged in the back room; Dib froze. Quick footsteps echoed out the back door, and a dark shape ran across the grass.
"HEY!" Dib ran out the back door, and onto the pavement. He thought twice about walking onto the lawn, before seeing the figure run past a group of bushes. He stood against the side of the house, shivering slightly.
"Dib."
He looked up. Membrane was standing on the lawn, staring into the living room window.
"Dad...? What--"
"Go inside."
Dib walked back into the house, wondering what in the heck was going on.
to be continued...