A/N: This is a sort of flashback from when Zim and Dib first got together according to Ynnep-san and also a short introduction so you can all get to know Ms. Sweeters! Also it's a little something to tide you over until she gives me the script for the next chapter. Enjoy!)
Ms. Sweeters
Subbing for Ms. Bitters on the last week of Skool was her niece, Ms. Sweeters! After introducing herself, she decided to break the ice by playing a game with the kids to help them be nicer...
"OK, CLASS!" she chirped. "LETS PLAY 'GET TO KNOW'!"
The class exchanged annoyed glances, "GET TO KNOW?"
"Yup!" Ms. Sweeters smiled. "A fun little game that helps me get to know you better! Now, stand up and tell me about yourselves!"
(10 minutes later...)
Ms. Sweeters' face was starting to hurt with all the forced smiling she was doing. What was wrong with these kids? But she couldn't flip out just yet. Must stay calm...Breathe!
Ms. Sweeters took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Okay..."
Her smile turned up a few notches and she was ready to plow on. "Dib Membrane! You're next!"
Dib raised an eyebrow at her unnatural cheeriness. "Okay miss..."
Dib stood. "I'm Dib. I am 12 years old and almost 13. I like studying the paranormal and-"
"You're crazy!" the class filled in for him.
Sweeters started twitching. "That's not nice to say, you know!" she scolded, still smiling. "Stop it! Now, next up is...Zim!"
Zim stood up. "I AM ZIM!"
"Psst!" Dib got Ms. Sweeter's attention. "Miss... you do see that he's an alien...right?"
"Hmm..." Sweeters studied the green boy as he continued explaining to her how great he was. "Yes... yes, he is an alien...cool!"
"HAHAHA!" Dib jumped out of his chair. "SEE, ZIM? SHE KNOWS! She can see through you! HAHAHAHAHA!"
Zim stopped in mid-rant. "WHAT?"
"Hee-hee!" Ms. Sweeters giggled. "Yeah... but he's too cute to be of any harm!"
Dib and Zim gaped at her. "WHAT?"
"OOH!" she clasped her hands together gleefully. "You two speak at the same time! Okay then, you two can start off the next part of the game! You team up and say one thing you like and one thing you don't like about the other person!"
For some reason, the class cheered. "YAAY!"
"OKAY!" Sweeters was genuinely smiling for once. "Go ahead and say one thing you love-I mean like about each other and then something you don't! Go!"
The class snickered. "This will be good..."
Dib glared at Zim. "I hate your evil ways!...Zim!"
He spat Zim's name out like it left a bad taste in his mouth.
Zim glared back, equally hateful. "I hate your big head of meat!...DI-BUH!"
"Grr...I hate you hair-do!"
"I hate your legs!"
"That was just wrong!"
"YOU'RE WRONG!"
"Okay!" Ms. Sweeters interrupted. "That's good... Now, what do you like about each other?"
Zim and Dib stood quiet.
Sweeters and the class stood quiet as well, just waiting, until finally...
Zim jumped on his desk and pointed dramatically to Dib. "YOU HAVE A BIG HEAD!"
"SCREW YOU!" Dib shot back. "YOUR HEAD'S BIG TOO!"
"Uh..." Sweeters looked at them anxiously. "Guys...?"
Zim made a raspberry at Dib. "THERE'S NOT ONE THING I LIKE ABOUT YOU! STINK-BEAST!"
"OH YEAH?" Dib jumped on his own desk. "WELL I'D LIKE TO KICK YOUR BUTT!"
He flew at Zim and punched his jaw.
Sweeters stared stunned at them, while the rest of the class sat back to watch what was, by now, their routine daily entertainment.
"I HATE YOU!" the two boys shouted as they exchanged blows with each other.
"OKAY-OKAY! BREAK IT UP!" Sweeters shouted, getting in between the two of them.
Zim took advantage of the break to pop in one of his contacts that had fallen out during the fight. "Oweeee..."
Dib flipped back his scythe of hair that had fallen forward into his face. "Humph..."
Ms. Sweeters sighed. "Come on, now...I can see that you two wanna be friends."
The boys and everyone else scoffed at the idea, but she ignored them.
"You two want to be friends..." she repeated. "There's something stopping that. Come on, think! There must be something..."
Dib turned his gaze towards the floor. "..."
Zim nursed a possibly broken hand. "..."
When Dib looked back up, it was with a nervous resignation. "I guess... I like that you're nicer than most people...even if you ARE evil..."
Zim grinned. "Hehe...I, er... like the way you dress..."
Dib smiled a little. "I kinda like your dress too...hehe"
Zim turned a slightly darker shade of green and looked down at his boots, which he began mooshing embarrassedly. "Thank you."
Then he began to think about Dib's words again. "Waait..."
"AWWW!" Ms. Sweeter's threw an arm over each boy's neck to bring them together for a crushing group hug.. "HOW SWEEEEET!"
Dib blushed at his nearness of Zim, but after an awkward moment, gave him a hug. Zim soon got over his own awkwardness and hugged him back.
"You two are so precious!" Sweeters gushed. "TWO RIVALS IN LOVE!"
Zim and Dib blushed but neither denied the claim. "Heh heh..."
"EWW!" the class made sicky noises. "THEY'RE CRAZY AND GAY!"
Zim and Dib frowned, but before they could say or do anything, Ms. Sweeters stepped in again.
The ticked off substitute teacher pulled out a bazooka from seemingly behind her back, though how she'd been hiding it up to this point I have no idea. "SHUT UP, YOU BRATS!"
She hoisted it up on her shoulder as if it weighed no more than a loaf of bread, with the business end of it pointed at the center row of the seats. "LOVE IS A GOOD THING! AND IF YOU KEEP PICKING ON THEM I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU!"
"AHHHH!" the children screamed and wet their pants. "YES, MA'AM!"
Then the bell rang. Zim and Dib simply walked out of the room and went home, holding each other's hands.
Ms. Sweeters looked up at the clock. "Oh! Is it time to go already?"
She flipped the bazooka back behind her back to disappear from whatever hole in the time-space continuum she stored it in and grabbed her books hastily off her desk.
"Well, bye, kids!" she smiled as she ran off.
Half an hour later the janitor comes by to investigate a hideous smell that'd been floating down the halls and peeks into the classroom of petrified with fright students still in their seats.
"Hmm..." he says thoughtfully and goes back to his closet muttering. "Twelve puddles today...I need to get a bigger mop."
(End of Filler Chapter!)
P.S. you can find a link to a pic of Ms. Sweeters in my profile page!
Techno Doofus: I guess we'll both find out what happened to the Tallest soon enough!
Ryu Forte: (brushes self off) Thanks...and yes, poor Zim. I hope he gets back with Dib soon.
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SingerOfDoom: Good sadness is hard to find ain't it? I don't like sad usually...but this is okay so far!
TezzWoods: Hehe, so I wasn't the only one that caught his "I sucks" in that flamer's rant, eh? That's why I say it's so funny to watch them show off their ignorance and make fools of themselves!
Night Masters: I had a complete stranger log on as me once...forgot to log out while usinga public library computer...Skooge and Tak? I guess because they're both really good invaders it might work, but...I don't think I'd read any fiction on those two. Personalities are too flat. Either that or I'm just making up excuses to avoid calling the pair oogly! OOGLY!
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