Ch 11: Zim has a bad dream

disclaimer: IZ rocks but is not mine. Survivor sucks and I'm glad it's not mine. Carrots are delicious and are in my belly.

The hope-heightened castaways soon found their way out of the labirinthish temple, but not before leaving a trail behind them so that they could find their way back to their only hope of rescue... "WHY YOU LEAVE BEHIND THE PIGS CRAZY-LADY! WWWHHHYYY!"

Zim had discovered Gir's horde of rubber piggys inside the robot's metal head. The gang decided that since it was the only items they had that would be easy to follow, Gir had to take one for the team. Brandy, saddened by Gir's sobs, let him keep one rubber piggy. Dib shuddered at the sight of the piggys. "They haunt me...so many bad memories...coming back..." Allison was curious. "What happened?"

"It's a very long story..."

Back at the camp, everyone decided to wait until tomorrow to attempt distress signals. "The tribe has-"

"for the love of mangos, will you please stop that!" you know who said that. That night, everyone but Dib and Zim were wide awake. Heather, Allison, and Brandy were clearing up a certain misunderstanding... "So there's nothing happening between you two?"

"As far as I know."

"Aww...I thought you and Dib would look cute together..."

"And you have no attraction to him?" Brandy hesitated at Heather's question. "Uhh...no?"

"Your lying! And I know because you're a horrible liar!"

"Plus she hesitated" added Allison. Heather tried to convince Brandy that she deserved better- "What do you see in him! He's got a big head!"

"He'd be better than my last boyfriend..."

"Your last boyfriend was a control freak!"

"And the one before him never paid any attention to Brandy." Allison was still involved in the conversation, "So, compared to the other two, Dib would be the best guy Brandy could ever be with" Oblivious to the fact of potentially digging a hole of embarrassment in front of her friends, Brandy speaks in kudos of Dib "Dib never makes me feel that I have to be dependant on him. He's always there for me, we never run out of things to talk about, and..and..." she dawned upon realization. "Oh my God... I think I love Dib"

As Allison cheered and Heather wept, Gaz, Gir, and Jennifer are having the weirdest conversation. " PIGS!"Jennifer cries. "MEESE!" Gir retaliates "you two shut up or you'll wish I was never born" Gaz threatens spookily.

Meanwhile, in Zim's dreamworld...

"NOOO! PLEASE DON'T EAT ME!" a desprate dreamZim shouted. He was tied to a spit, his fellow dreamCastaways ready to cook him alive. "We refuse..." dreamJennifer mumbles hypnotically. "There's no more food on the island..." dreamHeather continues. "Someone has to be eaten..." dreamGaz finishes. "The tribe has spoken!" the dreamCastaways chorused. DreamDib raises a kitchen knife. From where? We don't know! This is Zim's dream... let's say it came from...uh...Gir's head! Yeah- that's it! "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO-"

End of dream! Zim wakes up, supriseing his fellow castaways. "Zim, are you okay?" Jennifer forgets her current conversation with Gir. Zim springs out of the sand. "NO I'M NOT OKAY! YOU PEOPLE WANT TO EAT ME, DON'T YOU! YOU ALL ARE AFTER MY DELICIOUS GUTS!" aware of Zim's sudden paranoia, Allison tries to calm him "why would we want to? There's enough food on the island to last for a very long time-"

"No! You lie! YOU LIIIEEEEE!" Zim swips the air, then stops to rush into the bushes screaming. "Okay..." Heather comments. Without warning, Zim pokes his head through the vegetation. "Gir! Get over here!" Gir's eyes glow red. "Yes, my master!" he salutes, following Zim into the jungle. After five minutes, The castaways(minus Zim and Gir) decide to go to bed.

(A/N: I was going to pull the plug on this story, but now that I've read the reviews I changed my mind. Thanks for reviewing, Call Me Blue Streak! You've pulled me out of my doomy depression!)