Gaz stepped away from her gummy bear army, nodding down at them before pacing back and forth, hands behind her back. "Alright. State mission objectives."

"Seek and destroy all non-human life forms in Bloaty's Pizzeria." They announced at once, their fangs gnashing in their teeth. They were the cutest widdle killing machines Gaz had ever created, and she intended to use them well tonight, a bat strapped to her back and a taser in her pocket as she nodded in approval of their ferocity.

"Good. Get in my backpack and turn off. I'll turn you back on when its time to work." She informed them, the gummy bears all saluting at once before marching towards the backpack she had by her desk. Gaz then made her way down the hall, seeing Dib was in front of his computer. "What's going on?"

"I've found a bunch of newspapers on Lexis-Nexus that talk about kids that vanished at school. And…there's a few we know, Gaz. Emily from Art Class, Old Kid…Nicholas."

Gaz flinched at this.

"I know you bonded with him cuz he had the same condition Mom had, Tourette's still isn't completely eradicated from the human gene pool the way we finally got rid of AIDS."

"It was a minor thing but…he was just so pathetic and not in the way that made me want to pick on him." Gaz remarked. "I felt…" She struggled to get the word across, and then realized she didn't truly need to. She had felt for him, and that was all that needed to be said.

Dib nodded. "You've got a lot of weaponry with you, but I'm going to do research on exorcisms just in case. And I'll swing by Zim's house too. I know he supposedly got called back to Irk, but I'm pretty sure his Computer's still there. There should be at least something I can use to find out what happened with GIR and how he ended up in Bloaty's like you saw." Her brother offered.

Gaz nodded. She wanted to know. And hopefully, by the end of the week, or better still the end of the day, she would.

And it wasn't long before she was in the pizzeria, making her way carefully to the main office, pulling the door open and putting the backpack down. She snapped her fingers, the Gummy Bears inside all filing out and snapping at attention. "Go out. We're here in Bloaty's, attack any nonhuman life form you see." She insisted, Gaz smirking a bit as they all filed out of the main office and she shut the door, glancing about.

The office had two doors to it. One was to a bathroom, the other to the hallway and the pizzeria outside. An immense vent was located to the right of the bathroom door, an abandoned air conditioner left below it, meaning if she truly wanted, she could crawl up inside. The desk nearby had a computer screen on it showing off, luckily for her, several camera feeds that showed off various points in the Pizzeria, and-

There it was. That floating thing. The Vampire Piggy was floating in the air, slowly moving in circles as it hovered about the unmistakable form of a curled up, sad-looking little ghost like the one who'd been holding that bell. The ghost child had its arms wrapped around its legs and was hanging its head, tucked almost totally into a ball as the Piggy kept hovering around above it. Then it stopped, twitching visibly in midair before slowly turning around, facing the camera directly. Had it the capacity, she was sure it would be smiling as it hovered towards the lens, and then slowly tilted itself to the left, then the right, before its face began to split open, the mouth that should have been impossible to move opening wide as it began to let out a sickening, croaking scream.

Gaz flinched at this. She was getting more used to seeing disgusting stuff in this pizzeria, but the sound was positively unnatural. She remembered once catching a frog in a net when she'd been out on a school trip, Torque smirking proudly as he caught several with his bare hands. He'd been holding them up, grinning stupidly as Gaz nonchalantly took her net and caught one just as it leapt clear out of his grip. But then it had begun to scream. A scream that was so shockingly human in how it came across that Gaz had dropped the net and the thing had still kept screaming until the kids decided it wasn't worth it to hang around, sneaking back to the campsite their teacher had brought them to.

Looking at the vampire piggy, she felt that same disgust and discomfort. The scream was just human enough to make her uncomfortable, and she cringed, looking at another camera. There was the hunter in his wide-brimmed hat…making his way towards the main office?! Oh crap. Oh crap! She could hear the scraping, horrific screeching noise his blade was making as it dragged against the wall, his red eyes glowing faintly in the darkness of the hallway outside, his footsteps careful and deliberate. He wanted her to know he was coming for her. She didn't know how he'd figured out she was watching but she didn't care, she had to get out of there!

Gaz raced for the air conditioner, climbing up and grabbing hold of the vent cover, tossing it away after ripping it open, the Hunter's voice wafting out from behind the main office door. "C'mon out, bonnie." It said from its fanged maw. "Come on out, be a good little bonnie lass, and I shan't stab me sword into your stomach. I'll just drive it through your eye, and then use you like a paint roller. See, the Parts and Services room could do with a lovely fresh coat of red paint." It remarked, its voice having a faintly mechanical undertone to it, with an an unmistakable Irish tone.

"Yeah, no." Gaz muttered back, dragging herself up into the vent shaft, a knock coming on the door. "Get lost or I'll shove your sword where the sun don't shine!"

"Oh, now that's a very rude attitude to have, lass." Hunter intoned, now thudding angrily on the door. "Gonna have to punish you for that! Maybe making you eat the skin I peel off your backside!"

Gaz crawled through the vent, Hunter continuing to bang on the door as she made her way through towards a far-off opening in the distance. She punched it hard, sending the cover popping off and plopped down, finding she was now in a bathroom, and hopped down, inching towards the door before halting in place. She could see something was pooling out from underneath the door crack. And the unmistakable disturbing croaking sounds were familiar. She'd heard them when GIR had begun coughing and spluttering and choking in the Parts and Services room. Blood was oozing forth from GIR's mouth and she could hear the rattling of his head as if he wanted to rip his own skull off, and she crawled into a nearby stall, staying absolutely silent.

The sickening rattling and shaking continued, GIR's cry like a childish wail as blood oozed out, sloughing underneath the bathroom door before, at long last, it began to fade away, GIR heading down the hall as the blood began to dissolve before Gaz's eyes. Evidently whatever these things did faded away by 6:00 AM in the morning, them included. She wiped her brow, exiting the stall, halting as she saw something in the corner.

It was a ghost child. It was sitting in the corner, head hung like the other one, crying quietly. Nervously, Gaz approached. The other ghost child hadn't been dangerous, after all, and she carefully inched forward. "Hello?"

The ghost child slowly rose up, turning around. It's body was completely featureless, lacking anything but sunken in black expanses for eyes, tears falling endlessly from the abyss. It looked at Gaz, tilting its head a bit before shaking slightly.

"Always…hurts." It said. "He won't let us go. He's so selfish."

"Who?" Gaz asked.

"Bloaty's so mean. Kept hurting us. Kept hurting anybody he caught cuz he can't move on. Go away." The ghost child mumbled before its "eyes" widened. Gaz could hear something approaching, hearing mocking laughter ringing through the air.

"Ah-hahaha!"

Gaz growled, readying her baseball bat. She could hear the thing right outside and stood by the entrance, bat held high. Just let the thing come in. She knew it was that damn child animatronic. The one with the ugly beanie. Beanie Boy was gonna get it, and he was gonna get it now, child. He was gonna get it NOW.

Except he didn't come through. She could faintly see his shadow stretched out underneath the doorway, but he didn't move. She waited a solid minute before she heard his voice again in that same overly cheery tone.

"Hello?"

Gaz blinked, finally opening up the door, looking down at the Beanie-Wearing animatronic as it cheerily stared up at her with eyes that were disturbingly gazing through her. "What're you doing?"

"Hi."

"…hi?"

"The longer you're here, the longer you waste time and the others can catch you. Why can't you be nicer?"

"Cuz you're trying to kill me?"

"Oh, but it's so fun to see people get stuffed into a suit! All the blood goes "Splorcha-Thlork" and it splatters everywhere like a game of Splatoon!" BB remarked with giddy delight as he clapped his little stubby hands together. "Ah-hahaha!"

Well, that did it. Gaz struck him with the bat, knocking him through the air and she took off running, diving underneath a table and staying prone as she heard grunting echoing through the air. She turned her head a bit, seeing the Hunter was trying to pull the gummy bears she'd brought in off of her. "Gah! Yeh dirty little-get off of me!" Hunter hissed out.

"Kill for the mistress! KILL!" The gummy bears roared out, Gaz smirking before realizing with a sudden sense of uneasiness that even though the things were clearly irritating the Hunter, biting into them and clawing at him, the animatronic didn't really appear that damaged. At most, they were just ruining his clothes. She inwardly cursed her short-sightedness. The gummy bears had originally been meant to get rid of pests like rodents and insects, she'd only occasionally programmed them to feed on human flesh to scare Dib. But their little fangs couldn't pierce through metal to tear into animatronic wiring.

She crawled away, inching back towards the main office and sliding inside, closing the door and putting up the chair against it, looking back at the camera feed as she saw GIR was looking up at the cameras now. Its head cracked slightly, jiggling about as if it wanted to explode into pieces, and it reached up to its face with his stubby hand. Gaz groaned in disgust as it peeled away one cheek, revealing the unmistakable sight of human flesh beneath it, GIR's mouth opening wide as it let out a wailing howl before the cameras, Gaz sinking underneath the desk, covering her eyes.

It was getting to be too much. All of this was just so much to take in-

Then she heard it from the bathroom and her eyes widened. A playful, giggling little squeak that was far too familiar and she looked to her left, seeing the Vampire Piggy was floating there. It giggled, letting out yet another familiar squeak as Gaz blinked in surprise. She knew that squeak. She KNEW that damn squeak! "Minimoose?" She asked.

Minimoose stopped in midair, the vampire piggy costume it had on faintly fading away as a ghostly child now seemed to ride atop it. Its head hung back, mouth opening as it let out a cry that began to build in fever pitch. Gaz could now see a child being cornered in a hallway, eyes widening in fear as it was held up, Minimoose being shoved over its head as the child screeched and cried and wailed. The blood poured freely from it as it futilely tried to get the former death weapon off its head, a pair of eyeballs popping-

Gaz couldn't stand it. She swung her bat, Minimoose being launched into the wall and she rushed out of the main office, bolting down the hallway and ducking into a closet, putting the bat away and getting out the lighter Dib had gotten for her, switching it to the mace dispenser as she grit her teeth.

So that was what had happened to GIR and Minimoose, she thought to herself, panting a bit as sweat began to pop up on her brow, Hunter's laughing ringing through the air as she heard the scraping sound of his sword on the wall. "Come out now, lass. For Hunter's gonna hunt down all your gummy bear friends and when he's finished, he's a c-omin' after you, he is. So be a good little lass or I'll strange you with your own intestines."

Gaz wished she had a shotgun. But no, no. She didn't want to lose this job. Just five measly nights and she could fulfill what her father had wanted. Just five nights…soon it would be four. It was already four AM in the morning, she'd be fine if she just hung on.

She hoped.

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…elsewhere, Dib had not had good luck. Zim's home was a wreck, the couch ripped open, tiles cracked in the kitchen and cobwebs everywhere. The paintings on the walls had fallen off or were loosely hanging from their nails, whilst wallpaper was peeling off in huge chunks. Worse still, there had been no sight of GIR, Minimoose, and the Computer was near-unusable.

The entire data processing core was almost utterly corrupted, forcing Dib to take it home as he began to do serious troubleshooting late into the night. He laid hunched over the laboratory computer, eyes peering at the lines of code as he made his repairs. But he had to find something. Anything that would give him some idea as to what had happened to Zim and his robots.

What he finally wound made him gape in surprise. There hadn't been any letter from the Tallest. Zim's last electronic report had been years ago, and he'd been complaining to the Tallest (Though Dib didn't know why when they never seemed to respond) that his robot servants kept following Gaz to Bloaty's. Evidently GIR wanted to do "The Dancing Revolution with the Gaz Beast".

Dib chuckled a bit at this, imaging Zim tugging his antennae down in frustration over his robots caring more about dancing rhythm games than helping him conquer the world. But Zim's next section was what made him so surprised. Zim had sworn to go to Bloaty's and burn the whole thing down to the ground. "THAT will show them!"

Zim had clearly never gone through with it. And Dib had a sneaking, disturbing suspicion he knew what had befallen Zim. Most likely the same very fate that had befallen his own servants.

"…I gotta get Gaz out of there." Dib whispered.