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"GET THEM!" barked Pinkeye, striking a dramatic pose."I want their bloody, severed heads mounted on my mantle!"
"Ew," squicked a werewolf."Rated T, hello?"
The five canine-men closed in on our cornered protagonists as Pinkeye just stood there being evil. What an appropriate time for Dib to drop in.
He hadn't even meant to land there, but the weight of DAT HEAD sent him falling through the vent and onto Agent Pinkeye.
As they landed in a heap, every werewolf turned to face them.
"GIR! NOW!" shouted Zim.
A single laser was fired from the rubber piggy's tail. The blast hit a werewolf named Grant in the chest.
"AROOO!" he howled as he fell.
"GRAAAANT!" screeched his mate, Diane. She fell to his side and, sobbing, clasped his paw in hers."Oh, God! Please! You have get up!"
"I'm sorry...Diane," coughed Grant."It hit my heart...please...take care of the pups for me...bleh."
He was dead.
Diane cried out in misery.
Pinkeye shoved Dib off of her."Don't just stand there! Get the- -!"
Zim, GIR, Tak, Mimi, Skoodge and Minimoose had all fled the scene without a trace.
"Gotdangit. Okay, you three, after them," she commanded."The rest of you, seize the hum- -" She turned to see Dib fleeing in the other direction.
"GOTDANGIT!"
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"Zim! We put this place on lockdown for a reason...!" Skoodge wheezed as he ran."How are going to escape without Tak's ship?"
"I have a Plan B!" Tak pointed out. Zim gave her a look, and she groaned."Okay, WE have a Plan B. This way!"
The group approached a spiraling staircase and began their descent.
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Darrell explained in vivid detail the story of the werewolves. Being burrowing creatures, they inhabited the land long before the SEN HQ was built. After it was, however, they couldn't even leave their homes without risk of being killed. To avenge the ones they'd lost to the Swollen Eyeballs, the werewolves plotted their revenge. This explained why Zim's cell had a hole in it; the werewolves had been using it to sneak in and out of headquarters and listen to the plans, as well as attempt to break out their brethren. Eventually, they'd sent in Pinkeye to some extra dirty work on their account.
This was all revealed in a boring and tedious monologue that Dib was glad he didn't have to sit through.
Speaking of Dib, he was currently running for his life. There were two werewolves on his heels, and they didn't show any signs of slowing down.
Rounding a corner, he looked around for something he could use to fend them off.
"Okay, Dib, don't let your knowledge of the paranormal fail you now," he muttered to himself."What is a werewolf's weakness?"
Surrounding Dib were some scrapped metal parts and tubing. He spotted a wrench on the floor by his foot.
"...that works too."
One of the wolf men snickered to himself."Okay, hehe. We're totally gonna pop around the corner and scare him, okay? This is gonna be so sweet!"
"Dude, you are such a child," replied his friend."Like, son."
"Ready? One...two..."
"THREE!" Dib sprung the two and bonked them on the head like Puppet Pal Mitch bonking Puppet Pal Clem! When their skulls were good and bloody, he continued running and pushed his way through a heavy door at the end of the hallway. There, he found himself on a staircase.
There were footsteps coming down, so Dib hid himself in a closet by the steps.
"Nyah!" he heard squeak out in the darkness. He took that as a sign to get out of the closet.
Dib descended one floor and entered the closet beside those stairs. He was now on the fifth floor of the building. It didn't take long for him to notice something odd about that closet. He saw glowing, red light, and a metal claw gripped his right butt cheek. Bad sign.
He got to the fourth floor and hid in that closet.
"HI!" A robotic voice greeted before he had the chance to turn around. He got the heck out of there and booked it to the next closet.
When he opened the door, he was face to face with who looked like a fat version of Zim.
Naturally, Dib screamed.
"AHH!"
"AHH!" screamed the Irken.
"What was that?" asked a werewolf from only a few floors above.
"AHHHH!" screamed the two. The Irken slammed the closet door in Dib's face.
Dib didn't even get to enter the closet on the second floor. Zim was already hiding inside, and as soon as the door was open, that paranoid alien shielded his face from the light, pressed himself against the far wall and promptly began flipping out.
"PLEASE DON'T DISSECT ME! I'm sorry for whatever I did that caused your eyeballs to swell, just don't cut me ope-e-ennn!"
Dib let out an irritated sigh. There was no way he was dealing with that.
"My insides are quite unappealing!"
He shut the door and hurried down to the first floor. Down the hall from the foot of the stairs was yet another janitor's closet.
"Man, there are a lot of janitor's closet's in this place," mumbled Dib. He jogged over to it, his mind racing a bit too quickly to put together who was waiting for him within.
The footsteps from the higher floors were only getting louder, so Dib made a mad dash for the closet and closed the door as quickly as he could. He peeked out through the window at yet another small group of werewolves passing by. Not only that, but the HQ lobby was swarming with the beasts. Once they had passed, Dib let out a sigh of relief.
"Oh, man...how am I supposed to get rid of those things?"
He then felt hands close around his neck from behind. Before Dib could react, he was spun around and his back made hard impact with the closet door.
"YOU!"
Adjustment of the angle of his head allowed Dib to see his assailant. The slit of light from the window shone upon deep, purple eyes.
"T-Tak...!" he choked out.
Her grip on his throat only tightened."How ARE you supposed to get rid of those things?! What are they?! You better talk fast!"
"OKAYJUSTLETMEGOFIRST!" Dib squeaked out in one breath, and he was released."Okay...those things...are werewolves. They're basically humans who transform into wolf creatures on the night of a full moon."
"And what are they doing here?"
"I have no idea! But, look, there's only one way we're getting out of here alive- -"
"And just what do you mean by 'we'?" Tak crossed her arms."Your team of alien killers?"
"Wh-What do you mean?"
"Are you really that dense? You lied to my face, Dib! You took advantage of my trust for your own gain!"
"Hey, don't try to guilt trip me! That's exactly what you've been doing since you got back to Earth!" Dib shot back.
"...that's different!" Tak defended weakly."There's a pretty big difference between keeping secrets and straight-up lying!"
Dib turned away from her, making sure no one could hear their "little argument"."Oh, what does it matter now? Neither of us have a shot of getting out of here. Maybe we should just turn ourselves in and hope they make our deaths quick and painless."
"...no." Tak placed a hand on Dib's shoulder, and he got that warm feeling all over again."Let me be honest here. I don't completely trust you."
"That's obvious," Dib admitted.
"We've both lied to each other."
"Guilty as charged."
"However, you certainly know more about any of this than me. Ever since I got here, I've been more lost than ever before, and that's saying something. So, Dib, whether or not we have a chance of escaping with our lives is really up to you."
Dib gulped."That's supposed to make me feel better...?"
Tak shrugged."Give me a bit of credit; this is only the second encouraging speech I've ever given."
Dib honestly wasn't sure whether Tak truly believed in him, or if he was just using him again to escape. At this point, he would've taken anything to make him feel better, but the fact that it was probably the latter didn't help...
He snapped out of his thoughts when the noises from the other side of the door grew louder. It was then he noticed that Tak's hand hadn't left his shoulder.
"Alright," Dib put on his determination face."I know what we've got to do."
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"AHHHHH!"
"Zim, it's just me!" Tak had gathered the others and gotten to Zim on the second floor.
"Oh."
"Come on, we have to get back to my ship!" Ironically, she grabbed Zim by the wrist and began the ascent.
"But what about those beasts?!" Zim struggled to keep up.
Tak smiled a tiny smile."Dib is taking care of it."
"Dib?"
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It was baffling that Dib's legs hadn't given out underneath him from all the running he was doing.
He ran up corridors, down hallways and sped up flights of stairs like it was NBD. All the while, Pinkeye and the werewolves were totally focused on him. The alpha female figured that if Dib was detained, she would be able to find the aliens afterwards. Dib wasn't just running, though. He was also taking out werewolves left and right with a bloody wrench. He was worn out, all right, but the adrenaline kept him moving.
Understandably, though, it wasn't long before the entire pack became too much for Dib. They were popping up in front of him at a much quicker rate and they were speeding up behind him.
He thought he was done for when four of the monsters sprang up before him, but...he didn't get hurt. Something else had taken them down!
Dib gasped."Tunaghost, Crow's Feet, Disembodied Head! You came to help me!"
"And that's not all!" smirked Agent Disembodied Head.
From around the corner, EVERY agent of the Swollen Eyeball Network emerged, each with their own weapon, including the NASA cannon for Agent Darkbooty.
"But...how did you guys...?"
"Darrell is dead," said Agent Tunaghost.
An all-out war broke out between the werewolves and the SEN. Claws slashed skin, arrows, pierced matted fur, and the smell of battle broke out in the air. (Battle smells like blood and sweat.) The hallway was quite the hectic fight scene.
Pinkeye still had her sights set on Dib. She spotted him running into the mess hall and sprinted in after him, gritting her sharp teeth.
The mess hall was eerily empty when Dib got in there. He had nearly reached a table when he was pounced on from behind.
"HA!" cackled Pinkeye."You really thought you could get away, huh?!"
Dib struggled underneath her. He could ALMOST reach the tablecloth...
"You were always doubting my sources! You, with your stupid BIG HEAD!" Pinkeye continued to snarl. She raised a severely clawed paw."I'M GOING TO ENJOY HAVING IT HANG OVER MY FIREPLACE!"
"My head's NOT BIG!" cried Dib as he pulled the tablecloth, swinging everything into his assailant. Everything including bowls, plates, forks, knives and napkins. And, of course, deadly SPOONS.
Pinkeye heavily staggered backwards, into the center of the large room. Aside from the few forks and knives stuck in her, she was fine. She looked down at the damage and laughed again.
"That was pathetic! You think some silverware is enough to take me down?"
Dib leaned against the bare table."Well, yeah! Silver kills werewolves."
Pinkeye sneered and pulled a knife from her shoulder."Plastic."
"...huh," Dib uttered. He pointed towards the ceiling."Good thing I had a Plan B."
"What?" Turning skyward, Pinkeye looked through the hole that Darrell had shot through the roof when she first transformed. The sun had come out, the full moon past.
A gasp escaped her lips as she felt herself reverting back to her human form."Oh, no. No! NOOOOOOOO!"
"Hey, Pinkeye!" called Dib.
"Wh-What...?!" she managed to croak.
He winked weakly."There's no problem too hairy for a paranormal investigator to handle."
"That...was terrible...guh..." The crumpled human form of Agent Pinkeye lay motionless in the center of the room.
Dib jolted to his feet."OH MY GOSH, IS SHE DEAD?" He bolted over and checked her pulse. "Oh. She's unconscious. Thank- -"
He was bowled over by Tak's ship ramming into him from the side. The data drive had been removed, so it was flying functionally.
"OH MY GOSH, IS HE DEAD?" exclaimed Skoodge.
Zim sighed as Dib staggered to his knees."Nooo, he's still alive. (Unfortunately.)"
"I-I'm okay...the Swollen Eyeballs will take care of me..." Dib stared at them for a bit.
The group in Tak's ship stared back. Dib cleared his throat and glanced upwards.
"Oh!" Tak finally caught on. She lightly waved to Dib before piloting her ship through the huge hole in the ceiling.
Dib watched them go, and he let out a breath of relief/disappointment. He lay on his back, folded his hands on his stomach, and closed his eyes.
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"Agent Mothman? Agent Mothman? Wake up!"
"H-Huh?" When Dib opened his eyes, Agents Darkbooty and Tunaghost knelt before him.
"Are you feeling better?" Tunaghost asked him.
"Yes..." Dib sat up."Just what happened?"
"Don't worry," Darkbooty began."Everything's fine. Pinkeye was arrested after the police heard about all the killing."
"Wha...what 'killing'...?!"
Tunaghost elbowed Darkbooty in the ribs before continuing."Yeahhh, we killed most of the werewolf people. Those who were left got imprisoned for life just like Pinkeye. Government wins again, as usual. Too bad we're still working stuff out concerning OUR arrests, so it'll be a while until the Eyeballs start up again."
Agents Eye Drop and Eye Crust stepped up, and the former addressed Dib."I had my doubts, young man, but thank you everso for helping so much in the battle last night."
"We're promoting you to full membership once everything's back to normal," Eye Crust piped up.
Dib smiled."And that means...!"
"You get a spooky shadow room like the rest of us," finished Darkbooty.
"YES!" cheered the boy.
Tunaghost looked around absentmindedly."You can have Pinkeye's old room. It was a janitor's closet."
"..."
"Well, that's settled! We'll contact you when we're up and running again! Bye!" The agents exited the mess hall, leaving Dib alone.
Dib walked out of the building at his own pace. He was really missin' home about then. And he wasn't quite looking forward to calling people from a janitor's closet, ech. It was a real mixed victory feeling.
"Wow...even when I win, I lose!"
(A/N: Alright, guys, here we go! Just ONE chapter to go! I hope you enjoyed the chapter; please review, fave and/or follow if you did! I'll try to hurry with the next chapter...but it may turn out sort of long...hm. I just wanted to close out the werewolf/SEN thing to the best of my abilities, so sorry the Zim/Tak side of things didn't receive much focus here. This story will be finished before anything else is begun.
Au revoir!)