THE STORY SO FAR
All the school kids just went on the bus for a surprise field trip.
AND THEY JUST REACHED THEIR DESTINATION.
The bus ride was fairly uneventful, except for the scene with a moose, a teacup, and a very disgruntled hitchhiker and even that was pretty normal. When they arrived, they looked up at the mountains, looming and omnious over their heads.
Since this field trip was a surprise, no one had brought proper clothing, and now were shivering and rubbing their arms frantically in an effort to keep then warm. One child then had a brilliant idea for warmth then.
"Let's all throw stuff at Dib!" Sara cried, getting ready to fling a flithy mud ball with gravel in it for extra pain.
At the sound of this, Dib prepared for stuff throwing without wincing, he was an expert at this since this sort of thing has happened for years to him.
Our favorite green boy sighed after jumping off, his long sleeved Invader uniform keeping him warmer than the others. "That's getting boring now, stink child. How about we jam things up holes inside him? That should be more painful." He grinned at the idea of causing Dib pain, not really getting what he was implying.
Dib winced. "Zim, that's just sick."
Confused at Dib's use of the word sick, Zim responded. "Eh? Flithy Dib human, I am of perfect health, however, you are looking even more ugly than usual"
"That's a LIE!" Dib growled as he scratched a pimple on his face, poor boy, big head AND acne. "Okay, that's it! I've had enough!" He grabbed Zim's slim wrist and tried pulling him out somewhere more secluded so they could fight without the kids chanting in a circle around them. It always made him nervous.
Zim wrenched his hands free. "DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME!" He shrieked in his girly but still almost manly voice. This brought unwanted attention upon them, the very thing Dib was not hoping for.
"We knew it!" One of the stupider teens yelled.
"I am NOT!" Dib insisted.
Being not so familar with Earth sexual innuendo, Zim looked around confused. "Eh, what's going on?"
Dib started panicking. It was strange, but lately, crowds have been worse than ever. He felt like he was drowning in them. He wanted attention, but all the attention he had ever gotten was negative. And until that changed, Dib felt like crowds focusing on him was worse than that time Zim caught him and tried to take off his clothes to do a full body search for weapons.
He felt their eyes boring into them, he couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed Zim's wrist, got ready to run, and sprinted away into a cave. The kids apparently weren't all that interested in following the weird kids so they muttered some insults and went back to the buses to find out instructions.
Struggling, Zim yelled all sorts of things while being dragged by Dib, mostly consisting of, "LET GO!" "I AM ZIM!" "AMAZING!" "FLITHY HUMAN!" and last but not least "BIG HEAD!"
Once they were deep enough in the cave, Dib let go of Zim and sighed. "Finally, they're gone. Okay, look ZIM." Dib heavily accented Zim's name as if it were something flithy and disgusting. "Don't think I didn't plan to rid of you here on this lame excuse for a field trip."
Zim yelled unnecessarily. Why? Because he's ZIM for Christ's sake! "I KNEW IT! YOU'RE GOING TO KILL ME! THE AMAZING ZIM!"
"Oh, MUCH worse than THAT, Zim" Dib said in his Dibbish way. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a vial of a green liquid, and screwed off the cap. The liquid was a hideous glowing green and had a slightly acidic smell to it.
"What is that?" Inquired Zim, the curious fool.
"Wouldn't you like to know." Replied Dib, the weirdo teen who liked smirking.
"...Is it to rid yourself of those ugly red blemishes that have been appearing on your HORRIBLE face lately?" Zim asked.
Dib started laughing evilly, and swiftly splashed it over Zim's sickly green head. "HAVE SOME O DIS!"
Zim shrieked and then suddenly stopped. "AGHHHHH- Wait, ZIM IS UNHARMED!"
The big headed male felt his jaw drop. "UNHARMED?! Bu- wha-... It was guaranteed to work! GUARANTEEEEEED-UH! " He shook his fist in the air, all DRAMATIC LIKE!
Zim's antennae rose suddenly, knocking off his wig. "Dib Monkey, do you feel that?"
Dib looked down from his melodramatic prose and lowered his arm. "...Yeah it feel like... OH CRAP! IT'S AN AVALANCHE!" He heroically jumped and tackled Zim, moving both of them just far away enough from the sudden snow fall to keep them from getting smothered.
Although safe, Zim was not happy. The position he was in... was not very comfortable, and it didn't help that a part of the Dib he knew was there (from Sex-Ed videos Ms Bitters made them watch) was right above him. "Get... off... of... me... stinkbeast." Zim gasped, as he also lost all the air he held in his irken equivilent to lungs in that flying tackle.
Realizing the position both of them were in, Dib blushed and rolled off of Zim.
Coughing, Zim managed to get out. "Never... do... that... again." This was followed with some unpleasant hacking sounds.
Dib growled. "I just saved your life you jerk!" Clutching Zim's arms, he pushed Zim to a wall. "So you shu-" He stopped suddenly looking open mouthed at the exit. "Crap."
The exit had been blocked in with hard packed, cold snow.
All the school kids just went on the bus for a surprise field trip.
AND THEY JUST REACHED THEIR DESTINATION.
The bus ride was fairly uneventful, except for the scene with a moose, a teacup, and a very disgruntled hitchhiker and even that was pretty normal. When they arrived, they looked up at the mountains, looming and omnious over their heads.
Since this field trip was a surprise, no one had brought proper clothing, and now were shivering and rubbing their arms frantically in an effort to keep then warm. One child then had a brilliant idea for warmth then.
"Let's all throw stuff at Dib!" Sara cried, getting ready to fling a flithy mud ball with gravel in it for extra pain.
At the sound of this, Dib prepared for stuff throwing without wincing, he was an expert at this since this sort of thing has happened for years to him.
Our favorite green boy sighed after jumping off, his long sleeved Invader uniform keeping him warmer than the others. "That's getting boring now, stink child. How about we jam things up holes inside him? That should be more painful." He grinned at the idea of causing Dib pain, not really getting what he was implying.
Dib winced. "Zim, that's just sick."
Confused at Dib's use of the word sick, Zim responded. "Eh? Flithy Dib human, I am of perfect health, however, you are looking even more ugly than usual"
"That's a LIE!" Dib growled as he scratched a pimple on his face, poor boy, big head AND acne. "Okay, that's it! I've had enough!" He grabbed Zim's slim wrist and tried pulling him out somewhere more secluded so they could fight without the kids chanting in a circle around them. It always made him nervous.
Zim wrenched his hands free. "DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME!" He shrieked in his girly but still almost manly voice. This brought unwanted attention upon them, the very thing Dib was not hoping for.
"We knew it!" One of the stupider teens yelled.
"I am NOT!" Dib insisted.
Being not so familar with Earth sexual innuendo, Zim looked around confused. "Eh, what's going on?"
Dib started panicking. It was strange, but lately, crowds have been worse than ever. He felt like he was drowning in them. He wanted attention, but all the attention he had ever gotten was negative. And until that changed, Dib felt like crowds focusing on him was worse than that time Zim caught him and tried to take off his clothes to do a full body search for weapons.
He felt their eyes boring into them, he couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed Zim's wrist, got ready to run, and sprinted away into a cave. The kids apparently weren't all that interested in following the weird kids so they muttered some insults and went back to the buses to find out instructions.
Struggling, Zim yelled all sorts of things while being dragged by Dib, mostly consisting of, "LET GO!" "I AM ZIM!" "AMAZING!" "FLITHY HUMAN!" and last but not least "BIG HEAD!"
Once they were deep enough in the cave, Dib let go of Zim and sighed. "Finally, they're gone. Okay, look ZIM." Dib heavily accented Zim's name as if it were something flithy and disgusting. "Don't think I didn't plan to rid of you here on this lame excuse for a field trip."
Zim yelled unnecessarily. Why? Because he's ZIM for Christ's sake! "I KNEW IT! YOU'RE GOING TO KILL ME! THE AMAZING ZIM!"
"Oh, MUCH worse than THAT, Zim" Dib said in his Dibbish way. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a vial of a green liquid, and screwed off the cap. The liquid was a hideous glowing green and had a slightly acidic smell to it.
"What is that?" Inquired Zim, the curious fool.
"Wouldn't you like to know." Replied Dib, the weirdo teen who liked smirking.
"...Is it to rid yourself of those ugly red blemishes that have been appearing on your HORRIBLE face lately?" Zim asked.
Dib started laughing evilly, and swiftly splashed it over Zim's sickly green head. "HAVE SOME O DIS!"
Zim shrieked and then suddenly stopped. "AGHHHHH- Wait, ZIM IS UNHARMED!"
The big headed male felt his jaw drop. "UNHARMED?! Bu- wha-... It was guaranteed to work! GUARANTEEEEEED-UH! " He shook his fist in the air, all DRAMATIC LIKE!
Zim's antennae rose suddenly, knocking off his wig. "Dib Monkey, do you feel that?"
Dib looked down from his melodramatic prose and lowered his arm. "...Yeah it feel like... OH CRAP! IT'S AN AVALANCHE!" He heroically jumped and tackled Zim, moving both of them just far away enough from the sudden snow fall to keep them from getting smothered.
Although safe, Zim was not happy. The position he was in... was not very comfortable, and it didn't help that a part of the Dib he knew was there (from Sex-Ed videos Ms Bitters made them watch) was right above him. "Get... off... of... me... stinkbeast." Zim gasped, as he also lost all the air he held in his irken equivilent to lungs in that flying tackle.
Realizing the position both of them were in, Dib blushed and rolled off of Zim.
Coughing, Zim managed to get out. "Never... do... that... again." This was followed with some unpleasant hacking sounds.
Dib growled. "I just saved your life you jerk!" Clutching Zim's arms, he pushed Zim to a wall. "So you shu-" He stopped suddenly looking open mouthed at the exit. "Crap."
The exit had been blocked in with hard packed, cold snow.