Taking a step back, he licked the metallic taste that lingered on his lips noisily while looking over the hunk of cadaver, or what remained of it. Bare ribs stuck out, clean of muscle, nerves, and skin, a few cracked and shattered when a rock was used to break them to get to the meat inside. The connections to where the stomach leads to the anus were cut clean and taken, leaving his lower body deflated like a balloon. The waterproof sack he had brought was stuffed to the brim with intestine, lungs, kidneys, and pancreas. Taking off his glasses and using the clean part of his shirt the wipe them clean, he placed them back on and picked up the sack, slinging it over his shoulder and calmly walking away from the scene.
The streets were near empty, whoever around gave the male no attention except for a glance or two. Ducking between houses he reached his backyard and set the sack down, twisting the knob on the pump and shoving his hands under the freezing cold water to wash away the blood, he scrubbed with his nails until his satisfaction. Twisting it off he wiped his hands on his jack, picking the sack back up and entering the house through the backdoor silently.
"I'm home, Gaz!" He called, his voice slightly hoarse.
"Hey, fucker," His sister responded from the couch, never breaking eye contact from the game she was engrossed in.
Walking in the living room past the couch he grabbed the railing, quietly taking the stairs up only to pause when his name was called.
"Yes?" He asked, whipping his head around to meet a single honey brown eye looking him up and down.
"You probably wanna take that downstairs, Dib. Dad's asleep upstairs and will be able to smell that from a mile of your room." Her eye closed, unpausing her game and turning back to the screen. "Also Devins is gonna be pissed you brought another."
Dib snorted, turning the corner and slamming the basement door open. "Devins can suck my dick for all I care," He growled, stalking down the stairs while muttering bitterly to himself.
"Real mature, Membrane." A raspy voice sneered, motion sensor lights flickering on when the ghost appeared on the dissection table. "You really need to learn to keep those urges down and take your medication like your sister."
"I feel like a freak when I take them,"
Devins hummed, sliding off the table and gliding over to the male, standing two feet taller than Dib. "Is that pussy talk I hear?" Lowering his face down until their noses brushed, his eyes slit in animosity. "You're already enough of a freak, taking those meds just mellows you out enough to look like an angry drunk who's got no personal boundaries. So suck. It. Up." He stabbed his finger at the teen's chest to emphasize his words.
Swatting the ghost away he approached the table and slammed the sack down, ripping it open and dumbing the organs with surprising cautiousness. Feeling Devins's presence behind him he ignored his eyes burning into his back, stretching out the intestine to its full five feet and watching the acidic liquid drip onto the floor.
"Smell that?" Dib asked with a peaceful smile spreading along his thin lips.
"I can't smell or taste anything, you moron." Devins snarled, floating to the other side of the table with a quirked brow. "I remember the sweet smell though, so strong you can taste the bittersweetness. Almost like a sour blueberry." His reply was sweet, a longing look in his eyes.
Snickering as he pulled on rubber gloves, he began slicing the long organ into sections. "Careful, your ghost boner is showing."
The brunet ghost huffed, moving to the other side of the table with an irritated look. "Watch your step," He murmured just as Dib tripped over a wire, grinning in amusement. "I told you to watch."
"The fuck you didn't!" Dib sneered, pointing the scalpel in an intimidation tactic, instead looking like a constipated fifthteen-year-old waving around a blade like it was a toy. "I didn't hear shit!"
"Damn, not only are you going blind but now deaf too? That flesh sack is not your friend, Dibby-boy." Devins teases, lowering his face down to inspect the meat. "You should cut right there to make it even." He points at the area he was talking about.
Dib stabbed the blade into the stomach, watching the acid and almost fully digested food ooze out in a liquid pasty pile. "You're really making me start to regret not eating you alive when I had the chance, Devince."
"I should've aimed for the heart instead of your eye, Dibromide." He shot back.
"Girls, you're both pretty, now can you keep it the fuck down?" Gaz growled from the top of the stairs, slamming the door shut behind her.
Closing his mouth from snapping at Gaz, Dib sliced where Devins was still pointing and grunted when the two sections of intestine were perfectly even. Picking up a small chunk he popped it into his mouth and hummed at the rich flavors that other meat just didn't hold to human.
"... I'd offer some but it'd end up on the floor, Dev." Dib said softly, chuckling at the pun he hadn't realized he said until now.
Devins only shook his head, amusement in his eyes. "You're really something, kid." Reaching out and ruffling Dib's hair, the teen whines and tries to slap his hand away only for his own to go through Devins's arm. "Stop struggling, you're fine."
"You're messing up my cowlick! Do you have any idea how hard it is to get it to look like that?"
"I wouldn't know, I'm a ghost." Devins deadpanned, motioning to himself.
"Clearly," Dib grumbled, grabbing another chunk and popping it in his mouth to suck and chew on like a soft candy.
After prepping the harvest of organs and storing them in a hidden freezer in the back of the lab, Dib headed upstairs to take a shower. Standing under the hot water that beat on his back, he lifted his head up to get his hair wet and sighed.
'I need to remember to swing by Zim's tomorrow, he's got that one thing.. what was it again?' Fitting his brows in thought as he massaged soap into his scalp, he turned so the water ran down his chest and stomach. 'I think it was a plasma saw? Something with plasma that he was gonna let me borrow.'
Closing his eyes tight, he stuck his face under the shower of water. Rubbing at his face, he turned to rinse his hair and ducked out to dry off his eyes before going back in to continue cleaning away evidence. Shutting off the water and grabbing the towel from the rack, he dried his hair and wrapped the towel around his waist. Standing in the mirror to brush his hair, he bent down to brush out his cowlick. Standing back up his eyes were immediately drawn to dark, cold red eyes staring back at him through the window. Huffing, he turned around and lifted up the window, watching the figure slip in and fall on the floor without grace.
"Fuck this hue-mid-etee!" The figure hissed like a snake, wriggling around on the ground before launching to his feet using spider-like metal legs. "You hyoomans and your disgusting warm water baths!"
"Hello to you too, Zim."