Chapter Two- A Familiar Face

Dib skimmed over the large shelf for the good peanut butter. But it was always so hard to find amongst the hundreds of other choices. After Zim left, Dib had showered and drove over to the grocery store to pick up some food for the rest of the week. He did not usually do the grocery shopping, so it was pretty hard for him to find the specific jar that he liked.

"Why do they need so many types of peanut butter anyways," Dib asked himself out loud. A lady past by him and gave him a questioning look. Dib cringed at the sight. "I really should stop talking to myself," he said.

The basket on Dib's arm was getting really heavy, so he put it down for the moment. He'd filled it with an assortment of semi-junky foods along with a couple issues of different science and paranormal magazines. Since he was free for the week, he figured he could get what he wanted.

Suddenly, something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. There, at the end of the aisle, was someone he thought he recognized. He stared for a moment before the person turned the corner and walked over to the other aisle.

"Was that…? Nah, it couldn't be," he said to himself. But to satisfy his curiosity, he quickly walked in the direction the mystery person had left. He peeked around the side of aisle, but no one was there. He tried the next aisle over. But again, nothing.

"Looking for someone," a voice asked from behind him.

Dib nearly jumped two feet in the air. He whirled around to find a pair of chilling eyes glaring at him.

"Hello, Dib," Tak said with an annoyed stare.

"Tak?! What are you doing here," Dib said in a threatening tone.

"Shopping," Tak said blandly.

Dib looked down at her hand to find a shopping basket. It was filled with normal earth foods and necessities, nothing strange or suspicious at all. But Dib was not fooled.

"What are you up to," he demanded, staring daggers at her.

Tak squinted at him as if she did not believe what she was hearing. She didn't want to deal with this right now, so she just turned around and started walking away.

Dib looked a little confused. "Hey! Wait," he said. "You can't just walk away!"

He ran around in front of her and skidded to a stop in her path. "You are supposed to go into a big, long speech about why you came back! Then you give me a hint to what you are doing and I'm supposed to try and foil your plot! That's how fanfiction works!"

"Well maybe I'm sick of that stupid cliché! Why can't I just go to the grocery store without it being this big long dramatic chapter of my life! Did it ever occur to you that maybe I'm just here to pick up some butter, or milk, or tampons," Tak screamed into his face.

"But… Irkens don't have periods," Dib said, the side of his mouth curling up in a disgusted look.

"That's beside the point! Ugh!" Tak screamed in exasperation. "Here! You want to talk?!" she asked, taking out a scrap of paper and pen that seemed to come out of no where. "We'll talk," she said, scribbling down something. She wadded the paper up in her hand and threw it at Dib's head. And without saying another word, she stepped around Dib and walked off in a huff.

Dib just kind of stood there, not exactly sure what just happened. He blinked a few times, his face frozen in a gaze of confusion. He looked down at his feet where the wad of paper had landed. He reached down, picked it up, and opened it.

"Sweet Tooth Candy Shoppe… tomorrow at 2:00," he read out loud off the paper.

He raised an eyebrow. Could this be a trick? There was a good chance that might be. It would be a great plot twist, to have Dib show up at the store unarmed, only to be attacked and raped by Tak. After all, this story is rated M for mature, is it not? I wouldn't want to disappoint all my horny readers.

"Mistress Blood!"

What is it, Dib?

"Would you kindly get back to the story? You're going off on a rabbit trail."

Fine. Dib smacked himself in the head.

"Ouch! Cut it out!"

Don't tell me what to do or I'll have Sizz-Lor anal rape you.

"Alright! Geez! Do whatever you want!"

Thank you. Now, getting back to the story, Dib stood there thinking about what to do. Tak did not seem like her usual self. She almost looked tired and sad, as if she hadn't slept in ages. Her eyes were bloodshot and she stood with less confidence. He almost couldn't help himself but feel sorry for her, even though he had no idea if she even deserved sympathy. For all he knew, she could have had bags under her eyes from staying up all night building a giant doomsday device. But on the other hand, maybe she hit hard times and needed someone to talk to?

Dib stuffed the paper into his pocket and returned to his basket. His head hurt from thinking about his predicament too much. Maybe all he needed was a night's sleep to decide.

Sorry about that... I need to have a talk with my characters about interrupting me while I'm writing.