Dib couldn't believe what Zim had said.
"What do you mean I'm not there? Although... That would make sense... It does seem like it's darker than normal..." The tall figure cleared its throat.
"Allow me to explain. I am Lord Death. You are a weapon, Dib was it? A weapon can only be wielded by those that share the same wavelength of their soul"
"But that's impossible! Humans can't turn into weapons! Okay... Maybe they can, but still... I really need to stop talking to myself."
"And you, Zim, are his Meister. No one else except for the Meister Dr. Stein, will be able to wield him. I would like for you to come with me to the DWMA, Death Weapon Meister Acadamy. There you will learn to work together and kill our enemy, the kishin, and destroy those who will become kishin. Oh yeah! Almost forgot. Dib, concentrate on becoming human, you should turn back." The sword in aims hand shifted and turned black before warping out of his hand and forming a distinctive human shape. The blackness burst to millions of shards, leaving Dib in its place.
"Woah... " Dib stared at his body for a second before glancing at Zim. He was not prepared for the yelling.
"HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE! ZIM DEMANDS TO KNOW!" Dib and Death winced. Death raised his hands in a calming manner.
"Come with me to the academy, all will be explained there." Dib and Zim glanced at each other. They sighed.
"We will come with you... But how will we get there?" Death clapped his hands together, Dib jumped at the hands appearing from nowhere.
"Excellent! And as for transporation..." Lord Death grabbed the two males. Dib and Zim could no longer see and felt nauseous, cold, and like they were dying. The next moment, they were on front of a tall castle-like structure.
"Welcome, to the DWMA."
I apologize if any of the character are ooc... Also, I don't know how long this story will last. I'm kind of making it up as I go along. So if anyone has any ideas, they would be appreciated.