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Sash and I followed the group of mobbing, unhappy children as they gathered in front of the door, 'mobbing' to get back inside; something they obviously didn't want to do. I didn't really either... Mostly because most of the kids here where smelly. I couldn't help but laugh, however, when I saw Zim pushing others out of his way as he fought go get his way to the front of the line.

Line going into Skool or not, if Zim wanted to be first, so it would be.

As Sasha and I loitered around the back of the line, ignoring a few stares we got from a group of kids not so far away – the gossipers of the Skool, no doubt – I spotted Dib, even further back than us, talking animatedly to his sister. He was waving his arms around a lot, and looked excited, and he kept showing the uninterested, anti-social girl his notebook. From the sound of it, he was explaining his theories about us.

I listened to him talk – he sounded like some sort of recording with the audio sped up – and, from what I could understand from his rushed, garbled talking – he obviously wanted to tell her as much as he could before she had to go to her own class – he had narrowed down his theories about us a little.

Apparently, we were either 'whatever the heck that thing Zim is', something else 'just as bent on ruling us all as ZIM', demons in 'cahoots' – I kid-you-not, he actually said that – with ZIM, demons with 'their own evil plans to RULE US ALL', or 'Something else paranormal and EVIL!'.

Funnily enough, nowhere in his rant were we categorized as 'humans', or 'friendly'.

Huh.

Okaaaaay.

If only we were something not-quite-human, though, that'd be neat!

Still, when it whittled down to it, we were evil, world-taking-over, paranormal things in Dib's book.

That would have to change, of course.

We couldn't have him chasing us around and trying to destroy us – though that DID sound fun – all the time. That boy needed a social live, I tell you, and if we had to become his friends and show him that we weren't there to destroy everything – not on purpose, at least – to make that happen, then so be it!

Plus, come on, this was Dib. Of course we wanted to be his friends.

My attention was taken away from Dib – who'd I'd been staring at, undetected, for a minute or two (Win!) – by a loud, angry yell, and I spun my head around just in time to see Zim get pushed out of line and onto his scrawny alien butt.

Ha.

Sash and I snickered as he made angry growling noises at the other-wise unaware children who'd pushed him out without noticing. I heard Dib's loud chuckling – thankfully, Zim didn't, there would've been blood-shed other-wise – as Zim got back up, dusting himself off and muttering under his breath about "... Stoopid, ignorant, pig-smellies, so ignorant are they of my AMAZINGNESS! I should be at the front of this line into this building of FILTH!"

Then again, it was less of a mutter and more of a growing, muted shriek when you pondered it.

A mind numbing shriek of brain grating horror.

Ow.

I watched as he looked to the back of the line, face screwing up into disgust as he caught sight of – the now glaring defensively – Dib. He started eying the large crowd of children again, but started to look a bit lost as to what he should do when he saw how closely packed together they were.

There wasn't anywhere for him to worm his way in unnoticed in this line – the same with any sort of line like this at my 'real-world' school back home – and he – not that he knew what they were, or did he? How far into the series were we, anyway? – didn't have any 'friends' that he could sneak into a better spot with.

Ah ha! A chance!

I think I'll take it.

"Oi! Zim!" I called, grabbing Sasha's – she'd been staring menacingly at a leaf a little ways away, as if she was considering eating it – attention. As soon as she saw what I was doing, she grinned.

Sometimes, my plans were easy to read... But not always, mind you. Not always.

The green-skinned 'boy's' head snapped up from it's glaring position to stare at me wide eyed. After a second, it went back to a glare as he registered that it was me who'd called for him. "What?" He snapped shortly, stalking over to Sasha and I. He put his hands on his hips, and I tried to not laugh at how girly and huffy he looked at the moment. "Can you not see that I am trying to get a spot in this... Line, filthy?" He asked the question like I was an idiot baby or something.

J-er-k.

"FIRST, OFF!" I said loudly, though a laugh rang clearly in my voice. "My name is not 'filthy', it is Casey, but you may call me 'Cas' if you want or if it's too hard for you." I stated. I was doing a bad job at hiding the amusement in my voice, and in return I was receiving a glare from 'Zimmy-Zim'. "SECONDLY, would you like to cut in front of us?"

Zim blanched, seemingly taken aback, but then it turned into a slightly ticked look. "Zim, shall." He muttered, and promptly stepped in front of us, gaining a few grumbles from the people behind us – and I was pretty sure Dib was staring at us in shock and accusation, too. How very nice.

I snorted. "You're welcome."

That was, apparently, the wrong thing to say.

Oops.

Zim spun around, looking rather ticked, and I felt Sash shift behind me slightly. Zim could look rather scary at times... And, well, you could practically see his in-human eyes glaring through his contacts, that was a BIT unnerving. "I took this spot because I wanted it! Not because you offered it to me!" He snapped, not in the best of moods, apparently. "And there's nothing you could do to stop me from keeping it, even if you tried, Case-y." He said. I didn't much like the way he hissed my name, but that sounded like a challenge.

I liked a challenge.

And I knew what to do, for once.

"But I'm not trying to stop you." I stated rather plainly,

Zim looked rather confused for a split second – and Sash, feeling that the danger had passed – stepped back into her original spot. It wasn't like she couldn't defend herself, as I've said before, that was never a question. No, she just didn't like yelling, almost as much as me. But, well, this was 'Zim-yelling'.

This I could deal with.

This I was amused by.

This I could have fun with.

"Yes!" Zim said suddenly, rebounding. "Because you shake in fear of the mighty Zim! Yes?"

I snorted. "No." I said.

Once again, Zim looked a little confused. He stared at Sasha – who was grinning – and I for a moment before snapping "Your hair is stupid!" (Meanie) And turning his back to us. I choked back a laugh and grinned at Sasha.

This was fun.

Playing mind games with Zim was fun.

He'd been expecting some sort of yelling-match, something that he could prove his 'superiority' over. He hadn't expected me to be 'nice' – though he probably thought that it was some sort of scheme, not kindness – and let him cut. He'd thought he'd gotten the spot through intimidation, and he was confused now because he hadn't, and I had basically admitted to him that he did not intimidate me in any way, shape, or form.

This is what a year of psycho-analyzing a cartoon got me.

This is what a life time of self-narrating and over-analyzing and over-thinking earned.

And it was totally worth it to be able to mess with peoples' heads.

Albeit fictional people who-weren't-actually-'people'-at-all-but-actually-an-alien.

I have to admit, I felt a little bit full of myself at that moment, like I could do anything I wanted, like I could rule over this place because I was smarter than everyone, because I understood them better than others. And yes, I understood that as I felt it, and I felt a certain level of disgust at my own selfish thoughts.

I was a type of person that was pretty aware of how their own emotions and thoughts were organized in their head. I realized that I was getting an unnecessary ego-boost and was being over-confident in one part of my brain, and was actually doing/feeling all of those emotions in another and not caring. It was kinda like I had two minds.

I don't know if this was a normal thing – I could not read other people's minds to see how their brains functioned, as much as I wish I could (it would certainly get rid of a lot of self-consciousness) – but it was something useful I possessed.

And it was a bit unnerving.

Have you ever gotten that one moment of clarity? That one, brief little flash, like a light streaking through you, when you suddenly realized something? Something about yourself? Saw yourself in a clear light? Understood something about yourself that you hated? Realized how stupid an action was? Felt a great regret for your very existence because you realized how horrible, or mean, or stupid, or ignorant you had been/were being?

Try being aware of that all almost constantly, and not having that comforting fog that made you ignore and forget it come creeping back in afterwords.

I was basically analyzing myself mentally... And I didn't really like a lot of stuff I saw or understood about myself. I tended to shove it away.

But, it made it easier for me to understand people and both sides of an argument, too, so it wasn't all bad.

I basically had too much self-doubt and self-consciousness about myself. Enough so that I could easily pick out my flaws.

That being how to explain it in more... Less insane (and probably less stupid sounding) terms.

None of that makes sense to me, even though I could understand what I was getting at. I always feared someone would somehow understand my thoughts and hear my mad ramblings, so I usually shoved them away – like I did now. Just ignore it and pretend that you're not stupid and unable to think normally.

The line suddenly moved and we were herded into the Skool, breaking me from my thoughts. I really ought to pay more attention to things outside my head...

Maybe you're insane? A voice offered, and I snorted at the thought.

Of course I am, I thought as Sasha and I walked down the halls behind Zim – she was looking away from me in a very suspicious manner, I suspected she'd eaten the leaf while I wasn't looking. I've always been 'off'... Since when did I care though? It's a harmless insanity, I'm not cutting things up and feeding blood to walls like Johnny, am I?

Not yet.

Shut up, idiot.

Jerk.

"Why am I so annoying?" I wondered aloud with an exasperated sigh.

Sasha glanced at me. "You're not that annoying." She said. "Well, I mean, you annoy me a ton when you've got a stuffy nose and won't stop sniffling, but that's just me."

I grinned. "Yeah, sorry about that... But I'm actually arguing with myself, now."

Sasha, finding nothing odd about that at all – she's told me that she does it too, sometimes – looked at me with interest. "And who's winning this time?"

I grumbled. "The negative-ninny." I muttered, gaining a laugh out of Sasha. "It's not really that funny! I'm starting to get confused again..." I sighed. "I'm insane, I guess."

"That's not insane! That's just weird! What was that thing you told me once? 'Truly insane people aren't always aware that they're insane, so just to be safe, always keep wondering if I am.'?"

I laughed as we rounded a corner, still behind Zim – not to mention some more kids from our classroom, good thing, too. I didn't exactly trust Zim to find the way back to the class room – and nodded. "I'm not always right, though. Nny knows that he's insane, and he is, mind you." I said for an example.

Sash shook her head. "Now I'm confused." She admitted.

I laughed, nodding. "Me, too. Hey! I confused myself! Whee!" I cheered, having totally lost my train of thought. If there had been a point I'd been trying to make, I'd lost and forgotten it.

I spun around in a circle as we walked, laughing. Sasha stared at me.

"What?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sasha shook her head, as if she'd just awoken from a trance. "Oh, sorry, but I swear that you were in a good, goofy mood for a second, there!"

I punched her shoulder for about the umpteenth time today, scowling. "Jerk." I muttered. "I get happy, just not like other people. I have my moments."

Sasha opened her mouth to answer, when Zim suddenly spun around to glare at us – to my surprise. "FOOLS! Why do you follow the mighty Zim?!" He yelled, sending us a paranoid glare.

We blinked at him for some few seconds before Sasha burst into laughter and I face-palmed. "Zim! You toerag! We're in the same class!" I snapped, peeking at him through my fingers, eyebrow raising as I smirked.

Zim opened his mouth to shout at us – probably the ever-predictable; 'LIES!' – but cut himself off, looking confused. "Toe... Rag? What is that?" He asked, blinking and looking somewhat innocently confused. A ruse, I tell you, a RUSE! He was evil! … Though seemingly truly confused at the moment, I admit, and not THAT evil...

Well, at least in my opinion he wasn't all that 'evil'.

"An insult." I admitted, crossing my arms.

Immediately, Zim looked offended. "ZIM is no Rag-Of-Toes!" He shrieked, throwing up his arms, looking disgusted at the mere thought.

Sasha's giggles turned more shrill and I let out one of my signature 'HA!' laughs. Just one 'ha', people, I was weird that way, I 'barked' when I laughed.

"It means you're stupid, or a moron, Zim, not that you're a 'Rag-Of-Toes', though I get where you got that from." I explained.

Zim looked all the more offended. "What!? You DARE to call me STUPID?! ME? ZIM?" His voice cracked a little, getting squeaky, and I resisted the urge to giggle. He was such a girl sometimes.

"Trust me, I mean it in the most affectionate of ways." I said. Sasha and I started walking again, Zim following, err, well, he was walking backwards in front of me, I guess I should say. How'd he do that, anyway? He wasn't bumping into anyo- Well, most people were clearing a path for 'the weird kids', so, it kinda made sense that he hadn't bumped into anyone... Meh.

He blinked at me, reverting back to that blank-stare kind of look. "Eh?"

I rolled my eyes. Stupid alien, trust him of all the aliens out there not to get the concept of 'affectionate insults'. "It's called teasing, Zim. Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's mean, it all depends on who's doing it. Sash and I, for example, aren't trying to hurt your feelings, we're just 'teasing'." I explained slowly, waving a hand a little at him.

Zim looked confused, but it slowly turned into one of, le gasp, plotting! Oh no!

We were 'doomed'.

Heh.

"Soooo... This is... Normal? The teasing?" He asked in what I'm sure he thought was a 'crafty' voice that was more-so painfully obvious in the fact that he was plotting something. He laced his fingers together, grinning slightly and inclining his head downwards and towards us.

All very cliché 'evil' type moves, I must admit, but he managed to pull them off, somehow.

"Yeeeessss..." Sasha and I said in union carefully. WE knew that look WELL. VERY well. We had very similar – if not more discreet and affective – looks ourselves.

We were among a fellow trouble maker.

We knew that, but dear God... We REALLY shouldn't all be in the same room together...

Someone put a warning label sticker on all our foreheads, please, stating 'If you see another one with this sticker, KEEP THEM AWAY FROM EACH OTHER, PLEASE, PLEASE, DO. OH, DEAR GOD, YOU CANNOT IMAGINE THE POTINTIAL CARNAGE IF THEY WERE TO MEET! PLEASE DO NOT LET THIS EVENT TAKE PLACE! Thank you have a nice day.'

… Mmmaayyybbbbeee that was a little dramatic, but still!

"We ARE teasing you." I said. "But like I said, we're being nice about it, teasing isn't necessarily a 'good' thing, especially if it hurts someone... But it's pretty 'normal' and harmless otherwise." This was kinda nice, explaining things.

Zim smirked devilishly and I sorta took that last mental comment back. "Then the Case-y-human is a stupid rock and the Sasha-human is a, uh, short-face!" Zim shrieked, before falling into mad giggles – apparently finding himself oh-so-very-clever.

SOMEONE hadn't quite grasped the concept of the human language's form of sarcasm, apparently.

"Oh, Touche, Zim, touche, I am absolutely, inconceivably teased. How clever of you!" I gasped in such an obvious voice that I actually hoped that he'd get it.

Wasted hope, honestly, absolutely wasted.

I could have used it to make a paper mache hat and it would've been of more use.

"Wow, I'm so hurt." Sasha said, adding her own two-cents. Good ol' Sasha.

"Yes, I AM rather clever at the insulting, aren't I?" Zim said, ego inflating.

What. A. Nub.

An admitably adorable, naïve, childish nub at the moment, sure, but still a nub.

"Are you kidding me?" A voice snapped from behind me just as I opened my mouth to explain sarcasm to Zim. I looked to my left as Dib joined us, a confused glare on his face. "Those were the worst insults I've ever heard!" He said, voice cracking slightly as he threw up his hands a little. "A four year old has better insults in his vocabulary than that!"

"You know nothing of insults, pig-smelly!" Zim snapped, clearly offended. "The Case-y-human and Sasha-human were clearly insulted by the ingenious words that came from my amazing noise-tube!"

Dib deadpanned him, apparently not understanding what he was trying to say. He, after a moment, apparently decided to ignore it. "Are you serious? Ever heard of sarcasm, space-boy?" Dib taunted.

It was Zim's turn to deadpan. "Yes...? Are you trying to say something, worm-baby?"

Dib outright gawked at Zim. "They were using it, idiot!" Dib snapped, waving his arms at him.

"Really? I didn't hear it." Zim said, raising an eyebrow before turning around and walking normally, somehow pulling ahead of us.

I laughed at Dib's shocked expression. "Uh, Dib? I think Zim might just be messing with you." I said as Sasha snorted, grinning and covering her mouth a bit.

Dib sent me a glare before disappearing into the crowd of children around us, mumbling as he went. Jerk...

"Baby." Sasha snickered. I laughed too, then fell silent as we reached Ms. Bitters' room and entered with the increasingly depressed looking students. We passed – a very smug looking – Zim and sat at our seats, ignoring the obvious glares that we were receiving from Dib. Zim obviously thought that he'd somehow proved himself 'superior' than us by 'insulting' us, and wasn't even bothering with looking at us, and Dib still held firm in his belief that we were monsters, apparently.

Progress... Slow, but it was there.

A second after everyone's butts were in their chairs, a shadow stretched out from under Ms.-Bitters' desk and into her seat where it solidified into the evil – now sitting – teacher herself. I heard Zim make a weird kind of shocked noise, and saw Dib frantically taking notes, and couldn't help but smile. So even they weren't used to it, eh? Good.

Ms. Bitters' glared at my apparent happiness and, despite my like of her, I shrank into my desk ever-so slightly. She was scary, man!

"Welcome back, not that I care," Ms. Bitters started in her usual gravely tones. "Today for our hideous afternoon session, the Skool overlords have suggested that we have an 'art' class."

Sasha and I immediately sat up straight, eyes widening. As a grumble went through the class, Dib and Zim both send us looks, seemingly interested in... Our... Interest, I... guess.

Whatever.

In the back of my mind I noted that 'afternoon classes' seemed to change from day to day. I recalled seeing some sort of schedule in that huge stack of paper I'd had to repeatedly sign my name in... I think that afternoon and morning classes tended to vary from day to day...

Sweetness.

"What? Art? Shouldn't you be teaching us something substantial?" A voice asked and my head snapped around to glare at the offender – Dib. "Or useful?" He continued. "What's the point in this anyway?"

"Keep your dirty mouth shut!" I snapped, causing Dib to stare at me with wide eyes. "Art is GREAT!" I glared at him and huffed a little before looking back at Ms. Bitters, hands folded neatly on my desk as I calmed almost immediately.

Ms. Bitters stared at me a moment before continuing. "Now, seeing as we are all inevitably doomed to horrible dooming, doom-filled demises, and this is what I have to teach you stinky children about, daily, you must draw something relating to that. After that, do whatever you want, in the end it doesn't even matter... Now go!" She pointed a spindly finger at the back of the room, where there were rounded rectangular tables set up in crooked sort of rows. "I will pass out the papers when you are all seated, and four to a table." She added in a hiss, as if not having 'four to a table' was some sort of major atrocity. "The Skool doesn't have enough money for more tables because it's useless, just like everything else." Ah, so that was it.

Sasha and I, so shocked by this – awesome – turn of events, and I still being a little miffed about Dib's apparent apathy towards art, ended up being the last – along with Dib and Zim, of course, that seemed to be how it worked here – to get out of our chairs, and, ironically, all of the other tables were filled up, save for a dirty rickety one in the back corner of the room by the windows.

And guess who also didn't have a table yet?

Yep, that's right, TABLE OF THE FREAKS time! Whoot!

LET'S DESTROY EVERYTHING!

Heh, okay, no. Not that. We weren't THAT bad...

Though I'd keep an eye out for exploding things if I were you...

And I highly suggest putting those stickers on our foreheads.

Seriously.

While Sash and I immediately sat down, setting our backpacks on the table and grinning at each other excitedly and like little mad-people, Dib and Zim had decided to have a half stare at us half glare at each other contest. It went on like that for a few seconds; stare at us in confusion, then glower at each other. Stare. Glower. Stare. Glower. Sttaarreee... Glower...

Eventually, I got annoyed.

"Look." I snapped, "Just flipping SIT DOWN, or I will hurt you."

The two males gave me doubtful looks and I smirked.

"Fine, Sasha will hurt you." I said, a little miffed that they didn't take my threat seriously.

To reenforce my point, Sasha held up a metal spork covered in a red liquid that I did not have the courage to ask the origin of. (later, I would find it to be cranberry juice, who knew?) "Who likes sporks?!" She almost shouted. "I like sporks. I do..." She grinned, laughing. "And sporks like yoouuu..."

I don't know whether they were genuinely terrified of Sasha – she tended to give off a 'serious' aura that made you realize that she wasn't joking – or if they'd just gotten tired of standing, but they both took seats on the other side of the table, scooting their chairs as far away as they could from each other and sending each other DEATH GLARES.

Oh joy, that would REALLY be fun to have sitting across from me while I sat here and tried to draw something nice.

Idiots...

It was at this point in time that Ms. Bitters reached our table. She stared down at us with her usual apathetically surly look and suddenly slammed down a block of wood onto the table. A knotted, uneven block, but still a block. "We seem to have run out of paper – I blame the Skool's budget – so you will have to carve your pictures in to, or out of, this block of wood."

Of course.

Dib stared at her incredulously as Zim curiously poked at the block of – whale shaped – wood. "What, you're going to trust an alien menace with a knife?" He snapped. Zim looked up with a slightly interested look at the mention of 'knife'.

I had to agree with Dib, honestly.

"And Sasha?" I asked Ms. Bitters, who went from glaring at Dib to glaring at me, an eyebrow raised. "I mean – no offense to her, obviously – but look at her!"

Sasha blinked as Ms. Bitters looked at her and she waved, smiling innocently. "Hello!"

Ms. Bitters looked back at me.

"She's a mass of raging horror and destruction!" I argued, ignoring Sasha's 'I am.'. "She's my best friend, but really?" I stared at her, ignoring Zim and Dib's own staring. "REALLY? Do you want to DIE, WOMAN? DO YOU? Is your life REALLY that HORRIBLE? DO YOU WISH TO BRING ABOUT THE APOCALYPSE?!"

Ms. Bitters didn't seem to care all that much, and simply blinked at me. Meanwhile, both Dib and Zim were baldly staring at me, not seeming to care if I noticed.

"We also do not have any knives – and I will not let small, stinky children have any of mine, of course, that would make them dirty – so you will simply have to use your own teeth to gnaw out your artistic desires." She explained, before slithering away.

Part of me was marveling at her awesomeness, and another was laughing it's butt off, and a third party was in shock. I'm unsure of which showed up on my face, but all were appropriate, anyway and I didn't really care in the end.

Zim stared at the block of wood in apparent horror. "I am NOT biting that!" He argued, clearly disgusted. So was I. Just... Ew, gross. I was trying – and failing – to NOT imagine biting into that and getting other people's spit and gum-blood into my own mouth. Oh, and the splinter's I'd get under my gums and in my lips and tongue and maybe even throat.

Eeeeeew... Stop it brain, just STOP.

I was too curious for my own good.

Also too good at envisioning things.

…

EEWWWWW! I DID IT AGAIN! DANG IT ALL!

Dib started to nod, realized who he was nodding with, and scowled. "This is pretty stupid." He muttered, crossing his arms, then, to me, maybe trying to get a rise out of me; "I think ART, is stupid." He raised an eyebrow, waiting for a reaction, probably.

I snorted as Sasha suddenly grabbed the wood and started stabbing at it with her spork, sending chips of wood flying. "Good for you." I said, twitching slightly when a piece of the wood hit me; I'd decided not to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he'd gotten to me... If only slightly. I pulled out a sketchpad from my backpack and a few graphite pencils too, and narrowed my eyes. "Now shush, I gotta draw something meaningless so that I can draw what I want."

Dib stared at me. "You have paper?" He asked, and I looked up to see him and Zim giving me a look.

"Uhh... Yes?" I said, raising an eyebrow. "Do you want some to draw on, or are you still hatin' on my artistic spirit?"

THAT confused him. Dib raised an eyebrow at me. "What? No, I – ugh, just give me some paper... Please." He added, seeing my look.

Yesss, my look. I had many looks... Most of them scary! But that one had been more reprimanding than scary... I think.

God, I felt old.

I'm just glad Sasha was too absorbed in her spork-euphoria-fueled carving to notice, or I'd get the 'you're mothering agaiiinnn!' talk.

It was more of a song, actually.

An annoying, teasing, eye-twitching song.

Guh.

I ripped a piece of paper for both of the boys out of my sketchbook before I could get too deep into the feeling of 'annoyed' and passed them each their paper. "You're welcome." I said, grinning despite myself.

"Uh, thanks." Dib said a little grudgingly as Zim just glared down at the paper for a few moments, before snorting, not bothering to thank me. As Dib started to draw something that would undoubtedly end up as a picture of Zim – maybe us? – on a dissection table, and Zim just boredly scribbled on his, I stared at my paper, glaring at it. Something meaningless, something meaningless...

This was a standard case of 'draw what they want, not what YOU want', soo... What did Ms. Bitters think of as 'meaningless'...?

… Well, everything, but I couldn't very well draw THAT, could I? Ha! Nope! Not enough time.

Hmm... Maybe, the... Economy? Hmm, yeah, that could work! I'd just... Draw a bank or... Something.

Hmm...

Well, since my 'building drawing' skills were a bit... HORRIBLE, I just drew a few dollar bills, making one crumpled and one stained and giving another clown feet. Heh, CLOWNS... My mom was terrified of clowns...

I ended up doodling maybe five different pictures on one sheet of paper, but by then I was entirely bored with the whole concept and simply ripped the page out, muttered a cheerful 'Done!', set it aside, and started to doodle little chibi's on the new page.

What? Chibi's were cute.

Or... Mildly horrifying, at least when it came to my artistic skills.

Dang it all.

After a while, I glanced over to see what Sasha was doing, and was pleasantly surprised to see that she had somehow managed to carve a lumpy heart out of the block of wood. That was pretty awesome, considering that she'd only had a spork and that she'd done it in mere minutes. Then again, she WAS, well, her...

Anyway, she was now pleasantly drawing 'Super Bunny' comics in the back of her notebook.

Nice...

That was sarcasm. It doesn't seem to translate well with a lot of people.

Just clarifying.

I glanced discreetly over at Dib to see that he had indeed drawn Zim on an autopsy table... With Sash and I – bearing devil's horns and tails, unsurprisingly – drawn into cages in the background, being studied by people in lab coats.

It was slightly disturbing... But on the other hand, it was hilarious, and Dib was only 11 or 12, what else would one expect of him?

Besides, it would take a lot more than a flimsy cage to trap Sash, especially if she was in one of her moods.

The whole concept of Sash being 'trapped' in something as silly as a cage was just plain laughable.

And I wouldn't look that calm. Nope. I'd be ticked... And probably biting people, or scolding them.

Sasha might be eating people...

…

When did my brain start to drown in this topic, anyway?'

BACK ON TASK, BRAIN!

My eyes flickered over to Zim's picture before 'Big-Head' could catch me looking and freak, and I saw that he was lazily drawing a picture of Earth... With a spike through it... And a sad smiley-face... Even a few tears here and there.

Cute.

Oh, and brilliant artistic skills there, by the way, Zim! And not suspicious at all.

He was like a freaking kid sometimes...

And I'm PRETTY sure he's like... 15 to 18 in his own society... At the least a young adult.

Nub.

Childish nub.

I snickered, before drawing more doodles. A fox here, a Doctor or two there, Loki. Just random, silly stuff. I was actually enjoying myself, too, even if the act of just 'doodling' like this was rather boring.

Yes. This was nice, relaxing, even...

"What-cha doooin'?"

Guh. So much for that. Now I'm twitchy again.

Ah, oh well, it was Sash, I could deal with it.

I glanced over at her. She'd finished with her comic – one glance at it told me that she'd gotten bored with it half way and had resorted to doodling things, like Nny – and apparently decided that annoying me would be the best use of her time.

"Dooodlin'." I sang back at her, using the same tone.

"Oooh!" She said. "Draw Castiel! I LOOOVEEEE Castiel chibi's or... Whatever they're called." She grinned at me, ignoring the glances she and I got from Zim and Dib. Raised eyebrows, anyone?

"'Chibi's', yeah, and I already did, see?" I pointed at a little angel doodle in the far corner of the page I was currently on.

Sasha 'aww-ed' and I grinned a little. It was always nice when someone liked your work. Especially your friends. "Thanks..." I mumbled, blushing a little. That little 'aww' meant more to me than I was willing to admit...

"What is the Sasha-beast making noises about, now?" I heard Zim irritatedly ask, and looked up to find him leaning over the table, trying to peer at my drawings. Yes, Zim was so discrete when it came to these things. He was a subliminal mastermind.

Sarcasm was more my for-te.

"A Chibi." I explained, pushing the notebook towards him a little and pointing at the Castiel-Chibi I'd drawn. "It's just a picture, and she thinks it's cute."

Zim raised an absent eyebrow, looking confused. I was about to explain chibi and cute to him, unsure if whether he'd been told what it (cute) meant or not, yet, when someone – or 'thing' for all we know – interrupted me.

"Turn in your papers!" Ms. Bitters hissed and all heads snapped around to look at the front of the room, where Ms. Bitters was standing before her desk, glowering at us all. "The bell is about to ring."

Might I add that the clock was behind her. And that she couldn't see it.

"Okaayyyy..." I said, standing and shoving everything – save for my drawing of 'money', of course – into my bag. "That's not creepy at ALL." I said as Sasha picked up her wooden heart, ignoring all the wood-chips left behind. The janitors would get them... Either that, or they were too lazy and wouldn't bother. Yes. That was probably it. They'd be here tomorrow, or rather, Monday, seeing as it was Friday.

Unless something ate them while we were away... Like rat people... Or mole-people of course. Hmm, that would be cool. Maybe whoever were in the underground classrooms would get them? Did they live here? Did they get to go home? Were they trapped? Why was I suddenly thinking like Dib?

"Hey? Hey! Hey, CAS!"

I jumped, blinking, and realized that I'd been staring at the table for a good minute now, and that everyone else was now at the front of the room, either handing in their work or sitting in their seats to wait for the bell. I looked at Sasha, giving her an embarrassed shrug. "Ah, sorry. Dream-Land for a second there." I said, grinning.

"Mm." Sasha just grunted, not seeming interested as she lead the way down the rows of desks and to the front, where we were assaulted by glares from Dib. Jerk. Well, we handed in our 'projects' anyway, and sat down, waiting for the bell to ring.

I lazily scratched at my desk, ignoring Zim's twitching. Apparently, he didn't like the sound of my nails on wood. Huh.

What was that? Oh, NO. Of COURSE I didn't scratch a little harder! That would be MEAN!

Insert snort of contempt here.

Just because I liked certain people didn't mean that I couldn't mess with them. That was my twisted way of showing affection... Along with punching people's shoulders.

… I... Really need to work on that, don't I?

Just as – I'm sure – Zim was about to explode in a fit of howling rage and even perhaps strangle me, the bell rang, and the reaction was predictable. The students – other than the four in the front row – let out animalistic cheers and ran around like monkeys. Most fled from the horrid suppressing institute of knowledge via the windows, while some of the smarter ones fled via the door, off to their lockers to collect their backpacks or other supplies, no doubt.

Oh, that reminded me, Sasha and I had lockers, didn't we? We'd have to go look for them one of these days... They could be useful.

For what, I didn't know – especially seeing as we seemed to have backpacks with infinite storage capacity – but who really cared. They were lockers, they got filled with mountains of useless junk and dirt sooner or later, let's just make it sooner in this case, eh?

Dib briskly walked past us – a look on his face that said that he was 'ignoring the demonic filth that fate had lain before him' – and towards the door as we got up, I watched him with a raised eyebrow, well, at least until Zim stuck out his leg, an evil look on his face, and Dib tripped.

Then BOTH eyebrows raised.

Dib went down with a loud yell, his chin hitting the tile floor with a clip as his teeth mashed together and I flinched as Zim started to cackle madly. My head darted around, automatically searching for a teacher, but Ms. Bitters had disappeared, and she probably wouldn't have cared anyway. My head snapped back to stare at Dib as he got back up, rubbing at his jaw. Besides me, Sasha was stifling giggles as Zim cackled.

"JERK!" Dib shouted, glaring at Zim.

Zim giggled. "Foolish Dib! Conquered only by my foot! Pathetic!" He laughed, holding at his stomach.

Dib scowled at him. "REAL clever Zim. If the extent of your 'alien conquering abilities' is your foot, then that's hardly something to be afraid of!" He rubbed at his sore jaw, sending a glare at the snickering Sasha that she missed.

Zim's expression had slid into contempt, but it quickly turned to narrow eyed suspicion as he saw Sash and I loitering by our desks and watching him. "Away with you! This is a private – NORMAL – conversation!" He snapped, making shooing motions at us. Dib just stood in the doorway, rubbing his jaw and staring at him incredulously.

Before I could respond, Dib gestured at Zim with both hands, revealing the growing bruise on his jaw. "Come, ON! He's as obviously ALIEN as you two are DEMONIC!" Apparently seeing something in our expressions he didn't like – it was probably mine, I was suppressing a laugh – he took it upon himself to clarify. "He's an ALIEN!" Insert angry dramatic pointing.

I opened my mouth, having every intention to keep my response neutral and leave the situation before the fighting could start and we ourselves get involved. I, for one, wanted to remain a 'neutral' in the little Mini-War Dib and Zim had with each other. But, alas, Sasha had other ideas.

"Yeah, DUH he is, we know that!" Sasha scoffed, and in one, unbelievably swift movement, she stepped forward, snagged the wig right off Zim's head and stepped back into place, by my side, waving it a little. "SEE?"

… I think my brain stopped.

Dib stared in shock, as if seeing Zim for the first time – as an alien – and the green 'boy's' face started draining of all color, now revealed antennae standing straight up as his jaw dropped. He seemed to be twitching slightly.

I didn't know what to do for a second. I was still collecting my thoughts, simply staring at Dib and Zim. I had not planned for this. No. This was not how I'd wanted it to happen. I'd wanted trust between Zim and Sash and I before this. Not this sudden shock.

I'd wanted a 'willing reveal' so to speak, not something that would make Sasha and I all the more suspicious!

My head, jerkily, twitched until it was facing Sasha, and I stared at her, face ashen.

"What?" Sasha asked innocently, holding up the limp wig with a shrug and a playful grin. "You would-a done it eventually."

That seemed to somehow snap Zim out of it, and he started stammering, eyes wide as he desperately tried to cover his antennae with his hands. "Th-This? I-It's nothing! It's p-part of my... MY SKIN CONDITION, yes! Now GIVE THAT BACK!" He lunged for Sash and, instinctively, I grabbed her sleeve and took a step back, successfully yanking her out of the way as Zim went flying past, slamming into the ground and skidding a few inches.

Apparently, that snapped Dib out of his stupor too, and he started desperately looking around for someone to point it out too. Seeing as it was only Sash and I, he resigned himself to simply pointing at Zim, who was getting to his feet, growling and glaring at us.

"SEE! Do you SEE the ANTENNAE?" Dib shouted, ignoring Zim's pointed glare. "There's no possible way for a human disease to do that to someone! He's an alien!" I have no idea why he was pointing it out to us, seeing as we were 'demons', apparently, but I don't think that he'd ever had an opportunity like this before and he didn't want to waste it.

My brain started again, and no, not the slow start up you got out of your computer after a 'Blue Screen of Death', ha. NO. It was speeding as fast as it could, scrambling to figure out what to do as Zim got up, looking like he was going to try and tackle Sasha again, and Dib got into a fighting position.

Not to defend us because he liked us, oh no, only to defend the two 'things' that could, possibly, help destroy Zim.

I couldn't focus, I think I was having a break down, and Sasha just kept staring at me, NOT. GETTING. IT.

"LIES!" Zim screeched. "It's a perfectly normal skin condition! The Dib is just, uh... STUPID!" He sent Sash and I a skittish look as Dib scoffed.

"Come, ON? Are you really gonna believe that!?"

I just kept staring at Sash in horror. I did it for so long – only a few second's I'm sure, but still – that Sash was starting to get concerned, even 'the boys' were looking less angry and a little confused. "Cas, you okay?" Sasha asked, frowning.

And then I grinned.

And started laughing.

I think I was having a panic attack.

Laughing, ignoring the stares I was getting, I grabbed the wig out of Sasha's hands, set it on Ms. Bitters' desk, and grabbed her wrist, starting to drag her towards the door, where Dib was quickly stepping out of the way.

"Cas?" Sasha asked, raising an eyebrow at me in curiosity.

I grinned at her. "Ah, ha, ha ha, haaaa! Sasha? I'm going to murder you! Haaa!" I laughed, and dragged her out of the room, grinning and waving bye to the shocked Dib and Zim.

Of course, by the time I'd dragged Sasha to the front of the Skool and out the front doors, I was no longer laughing. Nay, face stoney, I released Sasha, and sat down on the front steps, glaring out at the front yard of the Skool and at the few student stragglers.

I felt drained.

Sasha stared down at me for a moment, blinking, before she sat down next to me, raising an eyebrow. "What was THAT?" She asked, a laugh in her voice that faded when I raised an eyebrow at her.

"What was that?" I repeated dully. "That was us loosing any trust we might have gained with Zim today, that's what it was." I put my elbows on my knees and chin in my hands, releasing a sigh. "Mmyep."

"No, the freak out." Sasha said. "What was the deal with that?"

I laughed. "Oh, I just thought that it was all hilarious..." I admitted. And I HAD! It WAS funny on one hand... But... "But that doesn't mean I'm not mad." I sent Sasha a look. "Why the heck would you DO that, anyway?" I snapped. "What happened to laying low? Zim was starting to trust us!"

Sasha actually laughed. "Come on!" She said. "It was funny! Didn't you see the look on his face? Besides, I was getting bored with knowing that he was an alien and not being able to do anything with it. It was funny, anyway!"

I glared at her. "I had a plan." I snapped. "I wanted him to trust us, Sasha! Not be scared!"

"But... Zim wasn't scared...?" Sasha half asked slowly blinking at me.

I scoffed. "'Didn't you see the look on his face'?" I asked, repeating her in a bit of a mocking tone. I sent a glare at her, watching her shrink slightly. "That would have scared anyone, Sasha. Anyone. And especially the ever-paranoid Zim!" I sighed. "And now Zim and Dib are fighting."

Sasha looked at me, confused out of her slight guilt, if she'd even felt it. "How do you know?"

I raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Can't you hear them?" I asked. Seriously, couldn't she? I certainly could! Dib was screaming at Zim and trying to snatch away his wig and Zim was screaming back that he was 'normal' and that Dib needed to shut up... They screamed all this as they punched each other, mind you.

Well... I actually don't know that for sure. I just got this really vivid image of them fighting as they chased each other down the halls... Arguing by shouting nonsense at each other... Nonsense that was getting progressively louder...

Sasha moaned and I couldn't help but grin at her expression. "Seriously, I will trade BOTH my ears for just ONE of yours!" She crossed her arms, pouting.

I laughed. "And I'd give you one if you told me how you always manage to do whatever you want and not get caught." It was true! We both had the uncanny knack for trouble making – among many things, like being able to sneak up on people – but Sash could always get away with TONS of stuff that I couldn't! It was weird!

"NEEVVEERRRR!" Sasha cried dramatically, shaking her fist as she stood and I laughed, standing up with her.

"Psh, fine!" I sighed, then blinked. "Oh, by the way," I grabbed her arm and dragged her closer to the side as sudden screaming erupted from behind the front doors. "Can you hear it now?" I laughed.

Sasha grinned. "Yeesss..." She said, then we both flinched as the doors suddenly slammed open, Zim flying through them and quickly kicking them shut. The resulting 'OW!' from the other side confirmed my suspicions that it had hit Dib in the face.

Ow.

Zim, wig slightly askew, laughed evilly at the loud thump noise coming from behind the door – Dib falling over, I think – and turned around, his back to us. That weird, communication thing he has – the odd little cellphone like device attached to a segmented metal 'leg' – suddenly slid out of his PAK and he started barking orders into it.

"GIR! Get down to the horrible SKOOL-thing! NOW! I need you to DESTROY something for me!" Zim yelled and I felt myself grin at the resulting loud squeak from the device. Said device retracted into his PAK and Zim spun around, only to freeze when he saw Sash and I standing there.

There was a moment of silence, then...

"Hiiii!" Sasha said, grinning and waving and I let my head hang, shaking it slightly. Oh Sasha...

Zim narrowed his eyes at us and took a step forward. For a second, I thought that he was going to attack us, but then the doors flew open and Dib rushed out, tackling Zim and sending the both of them flying out onto the front concrete walk of the Skool.

"Got you now, Space Monster!" Dib shouted as Zim made a startled squealing noise.

Zim suddenly kicked Dib off, sending him flying away. "Do not TOUCH ME, EARTH FILTH!" Zim shouted, standing up and dusting himself off as Dib sat up, rubbing at the back of his head. Zim's head suddenly snapped around to glare at Sash and I as we descended the steps, I grinning and Sasha laughing. "WHAT is so funny?" He snapped.

I opened my mouth to answer, something sarcastic, I assure you, but a sudden squealing and florescent green blur tackled Zim to the ground and my sarcastic remark morphed into an 'awww'.

Unwillingly, of course.

That thing had spooky powers I tell you!

It MADE ME DO IT!

…

Okay, so he didn't, I'm just a girl, but for the record, Sasha 'awed' in union with me.

Just for the record.

I expect you're all keeping one?

"HIII master!" Gir, the loveable robot in a 'dog' suit himself, squealed, hugging said 'master' around the waist, grinning. "I saw a MONKEY on the way heeerrreee!"

"GIR!" Zim shouted, annoyed, and shoved the green 'dog' off of him, getting back up. "What have I told you about the touching?"

Gir – who'd landed on his head – rolled onto his stomach, looking up at Zim. "Uhh... I donno..."

Zim opened his mouth to shout something, but a loud 'AWW' from Sasha interrupted him, and in an instant, she was standing next to him, holding Gir out in front of her. (MAN she was fast!) "HI!" She shouted, grinning.

Aw crud.

We need those forehead stickers again.

Get me the FOREHEAD STICKEERSSS!

Gir beamed, eyes wide. "Hello!" He squeaked. "I'm GIR! I need a SUCK MUNKEY!" He started wiggling around as Zim's expression got increasingly more angry as he glared at Sash.

Meanwhile, I walked over to Dib, deciding to put off my own 'aw' fest for a few seconds. He glared up at me as I stopped in front of him, trying to give a friendly smile. He opened his mouth to yell at me, but a loud squeak from Sasha cut him off and had me whirling around to see what happened.

"HI! I'm Sasha and I NEED ONE TOO! YOU WANNA BE BEST BESTEST FRIENDS FOREVER, EVER, GIR?" Sasha asked... Well, screamed.

Gir looked like he was about to explode and grinned. "I DO! LET'S BE FRIENDS UNTIL THE HOBOS COME HOME!" He shrieked and Sash hugged him, grinning. "RIDEN' THE MAAAGIC PONIES!"

"ALRIGHT! LET'S GO BLOW STUFF UP, NOW, 'KAY?" Sasha shout-asked.

Zim suddenly yanked Gir out of her grip, glaring at her. "NO! You will NOT use Gir to blow stuff up. ZIM IS THE ONLY PERSON GIR BLOWS THINGS UP FOR!"

"BUT I WANNA BLOW UP A SUPERMARKET!" Sasha screamed, sending the last students running. I shook my head, laughing, and grabbed Dib's arm, hauling him to a standing position and ignoring his scowl as he jerked his arm out of my grip. "A K-MART OR SOMETHING! COME OOONNNNN! SOMETHING WITH SNACKS IN IT! TWINKIES! TWINKIES EVERYWHERE, I SAY!" Sasha continued. "LET IT RAAAIIINNNN DA TWINKIES!"

Oddly enough, this was normal behavior... Coming from her, at least.

"NO, YOU WILL NOT USE GIR TO DO THAT EITHER! GIR IS MINE! MIINNEE!" Zim yelled back, waving Gir around in the air above his head. "ONLY I SHALL USE HIM TO BLOW THINGS UP, AND NO TWIN-KIE IS GOING TO STOP ME!"

"More like blow yourself up." Dib muttered and I snickered, gaining a look of surprise out of Dib... And Zim's attention.

Oopsie-daisy.

His eyes narrowed at Dib, and I took a step away, a liiiittleee nervous. That was his 'evil' look, you know. "GIR!" Zim shouted, dropping the robot in disguise to point at Dib. "Destroy the human!"

Gir suddenly saluted, eyes shining faintly red through his felt eyes, and in one fluid movement, he faced Dib, the top of his costume un-zipping, and a large, shiny metal ray-gun looking device popped out of his head. I heard Dib gasp and my eyes widened as a red projectile shot out of it nearly instantaneously.

I watched as it hit Dib in the face, a scream rising in my throat, but then it died as I saw the projectile... Splatter on his face.

Bullets and lasers didn't 'splatter'...

Oh my gosh.

Dib looked as shocked as I felt and I looked to Zim to see him looking between Gir and Dib, eyes wide. Sash had started laughing, of course, and Gir, getting the idea, suddenly started laughing too. I looked back at Dib to see him wiping the stuff of his glasses, a shocked and amused look on his face. "It's... Paint." He said slowly, wiping some of it off of his mouth with a grin.

Oh my gosh!

I started laughing my butt off, and Sasha's laughter increased substantially as mine joined it. Even Dib laughed with us, though it was more cruel than I cared for. "Win, Gir! WIN!" I snickered and Gir squealed, scurrying up to me. I blinked in surprise down at him as besides me, Dib started aiming his laughter at Zim.

"Hi!" Gir squeaked a greeting. "Wats that mean?"

I grinned, Gir was so sweet. "That means that you're awesome, what you did was awesome, and that it was generally funny and brilliant and good." I explained, then added. "I'm Casey by the way, call me Cas if you want."

Gir squealed, suddenly running back to Zim to hug his leg. "Did-ya hear that, Master? Cassy-Cas said I did GOOD!"

I grinned. I had a nickname! Aww...

Zim snarled, kicking Gir off of him, which made me frown a bit. Of course, Gir wasn't hurt, but still, that wasn't very kind. "NO, Gir! You did NOT do good! WHY would you fire stupid PAINT at The Dib?!"

Gir looked sad for a moment, making me frown a bit deeper, before he giggled, and I relaxed. "I... Donno." He let out a squeal and started running in circles around Zim, clapping his hands and singing; "I donno. I donno. I donno, I donnnoooooo!" Over and over again. Zim just stared at him, seemingly at a loss for words. So was I, to an extent. Was giggling considered words?

… No. No it wasn't. Crud.

Yeah... I was at a loss for words.

"HA!" Dib shouted, sneering, and I felt my mood plummet again. "This makes me wonder whether your stupid alien race is actually advanced or not!" He grinned maliciously at Zim.

Zim growled a little, fists clenching, and Sasha took a few steps away from him. Whelp, time for me to intervene, I guess. Before someone got... More hurt than they already were... I... Guess...

"Okay!" I said, clapping my hands together in front of me and gaining the attention of our little group. "Not that I don't enjoy this... General insanity – I do, really, it's hilariously entertaining – but Sash and I ought to head home, it has just occurred to me that Sasha or I may or may not have left the sink running." That was true. The thought had just occurred to me that I didn't remember either of us turning it off... And now I was twitchy again. Great. I was panicking over whether or not the sink had flooded our house. GREAT!

There was a very real possibility that we would go home, open the door, and see a wall of water with fish swimming in it, stand there for a second, and either close the door, or get swept away by it.

This was a cartoon, after all.

… Then again, that wasn't exactly Jhonen's 'style'. He was less cheep gags and more 'Let me dose my characters with too much karma, irony, and general gross horror for your entertainment, eh?'

… Heh. That's probably why I liked the show so much...

I was probably just paranoid, anyway but STILL! We couldn't pay for water damage!

"Wait." Sasha said, waving a hand. "But I thought it was off when we left?"

"I don't remember, but I thought that you turned it off." I said slowly, making my voice as calm as I could, walking over to her with my hands behind my back, ignoring Zim as he sent me a 'stink-eye'.

In just as calm a tone, Sasha said; "Well, I don't remember if I did or not."

For a moment, we simply stared at each other in silence, my hands behind my back, Sasha's hands at her sides, both our expressions blank, aware that the two boys were staring at us and that Gir had stopped running around to look at us with his head tilted to the side.

I think I heard my emotional dam burst.

"Oh my God!" I yelled suddenly, pulling at my hair in horror, not noticing as Zim and Dib jumped at my sudden exclamation. "I think we left the bleeding sink turned on!"

"Not even the closet filled with sponges can fix THAT!" Sasha shouted in despair.

"I don't even know what that means but I totally agree!" I screamed. We paused to look each other in the eye, and then released synchronized girly screams of terror, and darted past Zim, starting to sprint down the sidewalk.

I paused however, and darted back to Dib, panting. I pointed at the bewildered Dib's trench coat, which had a few blotches of red paint on it, and said; "Uh... You might wanna soak that in your sink before the paint dries." I was surprised by how calm my voice was, but then I started running again, tossing my last words over my shoulder in a garbled mess. "ByeDibByeZimByeGir seeyoulatergottagoBYE!" I faced forward again, my shoes pounding on concrete. "SASHA! WAIT FOR ME!"

Dib, Zim, and Gir stared after Sash and I as we disappeared. For a moment, they remained silent, just trying to figure out what had happened, then, Gir let out a shrieking laugh. "I like your new friends, Master!" He shouted.

Zim growled and face-palmed.

I was right behind Sasha as she flung the door open with a scream and ran inside. I had reached the stoop behind her – she was a MUCH faster runner than me – and darted in. Or rather, I WOULD have darted in, only the door had other plans. Said plans being to slam into the wall it was hinged to and slam closed just as I stuck my face in the doorway.

It, obviously, smacked me in the face.

"OWCH! BLOODY H-GAH!" I shouted, cutting off my swear as I was sent flying onto my butt, rubbing my sore nose that had, thankfully, saved my glasses. I certainly didn't have enough money to buy new ones, and I sure as HECK was not going to wear my prescription sunglasses if they broke! I'D LOOK SO TOTALLY STUPID!

My pain quickly disappeared as panic reared it's ugly head, and I flung the door open, kicking it shut and ignoring the new hole in the wall from the door know – thanks Sasha – as I darted inside and rushed into the living room. I tripped my way around the couch and rushed into the kitchen to see...

Sasha.

Sitting on the island-counter.

Eating a cookie from a cookie jar.

In the perfectly normal, and dry, kitchen.

Wow.

"Thank goodness." I said, sighing loudly and allowing my shoulders to slump. Sasha grinned at me, stuffing yet another cookie into her mouth, crumbs speckling her chin. I spotted her bag on the table and slid mine off, sighing in relief. It was a lot harder carrying one of those around than you would think! "Get me a cookie, will ya?" I asked as I crossed the room to the chair that Sasha had used to hop up onto the island. I crawled up there too and sat next to her as she pulled a cookie out of the jar and handed it to me. "Thanks... I didn't know we had a cookie jar." I said, biting into my treat.

"Mh." Sasha said simply, grinning a bit.

We sat in silence for a few moments, eating cookies out of the cookie jar Sasha had set between us. It was nice, peaceful. Much better than the initial panic I'd felt.

"Today was fun." Sasha commented, grinning.

"Mm-Hmm." I nodded, cookie in my mouth. I swallowed, and frowned. "Except that the only one who seems to like me even slightly is Gir."

"Aww." Sasha said. "Don't feel bad, I'm sure you'll find a way to convince people to like you – you're clever like that. And besides, Gir's awesome! If he didn't like you, you'd have something seriously wrong with you!"

I laughed. "Yeah, how many people can say that Gir doesn't like them?"

"Like... I donno. Two?" Sasha asked, and we laughed.

"Well, at least no one seems to have any REAL problems with you. What's with that?" I asked, looking at her sideways.

"I'm special!"

"You sure are..." I muttered, laughing when Sasha shouted a 'HEY!' and elbowed me. My laughing turned to frowning though as a thought arose. "Hey Sasha?" I asked, brow furrowing. "Have you noticed anything weird about-"

I was interrupted as a sudden, cheery 'Ding~Dong!' rang through the house. Sasha grinned. "Door Bell!" Sasha cheered. "Not it!"

I groaned. "And I suppose that I am, huh?" Sasha nodded and I groaned again. "I got it..." I muttered, hopping down to ground level. I sent a glare at the giggling Sasha as I moped my way out of the kitchen. I reached the door, wondering who it could be and sighed through my nose, composing myself. I managed a smile, and opened it. "Hell...o?" I started to ask, only to have my voice end in a squeak and my jaw drop as my eyes widened.

No... No way. It can't be! I thought, terrified.

The red headed, glasses wearing man sporting the midnight black trench coat and the gray-green Question Sleep (Z?) t-shirt of around thirty years of age grinned down at me pleasantly. "Hey." He said. "I'm Jhonen Vasquez."

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