The Halloween Party

Beware: This contains Zadr, if you don't like that sort of thing, click out of it now

You were warned.

Rated : Pg (at the moment)

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Zim narrowed his eyes as his teacher, Ms. Bitters, handed out the fliers to a school Halloween Dance tonight. He read and reread the paper several times, but one line worried him most. 'Every child must have a date to enter.' Zim, of course, obviously, had no intention to go to a pitiful human ritual such as a "Dance". Zim half glanced at Dib, who sat at the other side of the classroom. He bore the same expression as Zim, uninterested, but a slight worry.

"Now, class. The dance shall start at seven and end at midnight." As Ms. Bitters rambled on, Zim began to quickly lose interest. His thoughts drifted back to a few weeks ago, when he had saved Dib from The Tallest's, while blowing up their ship, and miraculously managing to be pardoned. He thought about asking Dib to this.."Dance" but shook his head rapidly, trying to forget the events that had occurred.

"Zim, quit shaking your head!" Barked Ms. Bitters. Zim jumped onto his desk, and waved his hands into the air, his unique way of asking a question. Ms. Bitters one eye widened, while the other remained glaring. "What, Zim?" "Ms. Bitters i have a MIGHTY NEED to go to the nurse." Ms. Bitters said nothing, but nodded. Zim ran out the room, ignoring the bewildered look on Dib's face.

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Dib checked the Boy's room, the Biology room, the Nurse, the Lunch room, and even the Boy's Locker room, with no luck of even catching a glimpse of a flash of green skin. No matter where he looked, Zim was no where to be seen. Dib smacked himself across his face, and muttered, "It doesn't matter if he skips a stupid dance...Besides, it would be awkward...."

"Psst!" Dib looked around, still in the boy's locker room. "Psst!" It was coming from a locker in the far corner, the only one rusted enough to look like a six foot tall Twinkie. "Psst! Over here!" The voice was rough and gravelly, as though the owner had lost the habit of using it.

Dib looked around, the locker room was empty, besides Dib and whatever was in the locker. As he walked closer, he could hear a small tapping noise, like a finger tip weakly trying to be used. Dib walked closer, about five feet away. He jumped when the locker rattled, while a violent coughing emitted from the locker.

Dib reached for the locker latch, as the locker shook more violently, as though it contained a rabid animal in a cage, desperately trying to reach freedom. Dib gulped, as he slowly lifted the latch. The locker swung open and Dib gasped, eyes wide.

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It was completely empty. Dib had distinctly heard a gravelly-rough-out of use voice coming from this locker exactly. All it had was a walkie-talkie hanging from a string off of a hook. He grabbed it slowly, expecting to explode, and held it with two fingers. "Breaker breaker, time for biscuits! Man the life boats! We're going down piggy! Bshhh woap-a dananana!"

As a high pitched voice echoed through the locker room, Dib realized who it belonged to. "Gir! Did Zim make you do this?" Dib demanded, shaking the walkie-talkie. A new voice came onto the talkie. It was small and soft, but energetic. "Hi Daddy!" Dib's eyes widened, dropping the walkie-talkie.