The 31 Days of October

October 6th; Monday

1:00 a.m

Dib gasped and fell backwards, letting go of the trash can. His eyes were practically exploding from their sockets from shock, and he was breathing quickly. Gaz was dead. Gaz was dead and there was . . . there . . . HOLY CRAP, HIS FINGERPRINTS WERE EVERYWHERE. But the police would be able to figure out that it wasn't hi- oh man, he was screwed.

Membrane came out the door. "DIB, STOP PLAYING IN THE TRASH AND-- hey." He walked over to the trash can. Dib simply stared up at his father in horror.

"D-dad. . ."

Membrane gasped when he saw what was in the trash can.

"I came out here--and--"

"I knew you didn't like your sister, BUT--"

"NO!" Dib stood up, looking bewildered. "I didn't do anything! I swear, I came out here looking for her, and there she was, all on the ground and stuff--AND--well, KEEF, this kid at school--He wants to kill me!"

Membrane cried out. "My poor, poor, deranged, homicidal son! WHY!!" His fists clenched together, and he shook them towards the sky. "You DO know what this means!"

Dib stared in horror and back away.

"We're going to have to HIDE YOU!!" Membrane gave a weird yelp, and grabbed Dib about the waist, and ran inside of the house. Dib gasped, and clawed at his grip.

"No son of mine is going to jail JUST YET!" Dib heard the door shut; his glasses fell off and bounced onto the floor. He was thrown onto the couch, and had his trench ripped off.

"HEY!"

"SON! I knew this was going to happen one day! Well, don't you worry! WE CAN SOLVE THAT!!" Membrane threw a giant monkey-mask around Dib's head, and stuffed his hands into large, green gloves. "No one will think a MONKEY did it!"

Dib started to protest. "DAD, nobody is really going to think that a mo-"

"No no! Look!" Membrane pressed the nose of the monkey mask. It made a happy squeaky noise. Membrane pressed it again and giggled. Dib sighed. Membrane frowned-- even if you can't see his eyes or mouth. "What's wrong, crazy-son?"

"I DIDN'T DO IT!" The mask squeaked to add emphasis to this statement. Membrane frowned. "Now son, we have to stop arguing about this. Night has to come so that we can move this story on to the next day and keep it in chronological order."

"Oh, okay."

NIGHT CAME, AND IT WAS THE NEXT, CORRECT DAY. The authors were relieved.

"DIB, TIME FOR SCHOOL! GAZ, TI- oh ho, that's right. She's dead. Welp! Let's get goin', Dib!" Membrane gestured happily to the door. No way he was turning his son and now only child into a pansy by letting him walk to school.

Dib smiled nervously and headed out the door. Membrane led him to a super-new car thingy. He hopped into the driver's seat.

"Okay, son! Strap in your seat-belt! Okay, now let's GOOO!" Membrane drove over the trash can, much to Dib's horror, and sped off down the street.

"Hey! Look at me! I'm driving!" He waved outside of the window at an old lady crossing the street.

"Dad!" Dib looked away from his yard. "It's a red light! You're not supposed to--"

"GET OUT OF THE WAY, BITCH!!" Dib shut his mouth and watched the old lady in the street roll under the car. The car swerved around a corner, hit a raccoon, and finally stopped in front of the school.

"Have fun at school, son! Despite your sister's death!" Membrane drove off happily. Dib stared at the ground as various kids stared at him. He walked to class, and took a seat.

"DIB!" He looked up. Zim stood grinning in front of him, arms crossed.

"I hope you like the present I left for you!"

Dib's eyes widened. "WHAT?"

Zim whistled and headed back towards his seat. During the whole day, Dib only glared at him. Not until 2:59 p.m, did he suddenly come to a new realization.

"HE KILLED GAZ!" Dib fell over in his desk as the bell rang. Zim ignored Dib's protests, and went home.