Chapter 5: Delicious sausage-y misery
Zim walked into Ms. Biter's classroom surprisingly happy. He had just watched Dib sulk solemnly behind his parent drone. Zim always got a kick out of seeing the scumbag's pain. It was so delicious… like sausage. He strut straight up to Ms. Biter's desk and leaped onto the top giving the scary lady hands on his hips in triumph.
"Scary teacher lady, I have finished the task at hand and I think you'll find the work quite satisfactory." Zim bragged, head rose to the sky, "Now if you could remove this…thingy from my wrist, I'd like to go home now."
"Really? That was fast." Ms. Bitters said the slightest disbelief tainting her tone.
"Oh uh yeah I'm uh really good at moving my wrists around and uhh doing stuff." Zim lied, pulling out thoughts as they came. What had happened was he had used the standard spiders legs to do all the work. All he did for the past 45 minutes was read some of the old textbooks over and over again. They were very boring and incorrect. The planets did not just 'poof' there. Stupid idiots.
"Hmm…show me your collar."
"What?" Zim blinked confused.
"When you wrote on the chalkboards, the sensors in the chalkboard felt you write on them. I can count how many chalkboards you wrote on." She explained impatiently. Zim held out his wrist. The metal cuff was really nothing to fancy. It was just a heavy grey bracelet with a blinking red light on the side to Zim. She said it would blow me up if I fiddled with it! She lied to my face that little pitiful-Oh wow. Ms. Bitters had taken his black, gloved hand and pushed down on the cuff. A small metal flap opened up to reveal a compartment. Inside was a complex circuit board with numerous wires and buttons. In the center was a counter.
"You lied to me."
"What? No I didn't! Your lying mouth lies!" Zim shouted indignantly.
"There are 40 chalkboards in Skool, 36 above and 4 below. You've only done the upper level. GO BELOW!" Ms. Bitters screeched, pointing towards a tiled square in front of her desk.
Zim followed her narrow finger and raised his eyebrows in confusion. "Um…how?"
"Like this." Ms. Bitters stated. Zim felt himself shoved forward and falling through the floor.
Cliffhanger! Will Dib get his therapist? Will Zim make it out alive? Where am I going with this file marked D.D? Will there be more JTHM interactions in the future. The answers will be revealed as soon as I know them myself.