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@alt-zadr-b1tch3z A little written piece for Alt ZADR Week: Slasher (Gore, Parody, Camping, Grunge)

Dib took a step back, wiping the sweat off of his brow as he looked over the tent he had set up. Sure, it might have been a little lopsided, but he was confident that it wouldn’t collapse on top of them in the middle of the night.

"About time!" Zim said from the other side of the clearing. Dib turned and saw that he was still sitting on that log, looking at him haughtily. "What happened to it being ready before the sun set, hmm?" He gestured to the sky, now a deep purple and filled with stars.

Dib blushed, but shot him a look. "Would’ve gone faster if you helped," he pointed out. "What have you done during this camping trip, huh?"

Zim pointed to the pile of sticks in front of him, which Dib had collected earlier. One of his PAK legs emerged, firing a laser and setting it all ablaze. He gave Dib a smug look.

"...you’re terrible," Dib said without vitriol, crossing the clearing and sitting right beside him. Zim smiled, leaning against him and butting his head against Dib’s chin.

“Like you're any better,” Zim countered. “Besides, the trip was your idea.”

True, but that didn't mean Dib wanted to buy all the supplies, lug everything around all day, and find a good spot to rest. It would have been nice if Zim had helped a little. At least he hadn't gotten either of them injured on this trip yet.

Still, he lightly kissed the base of Zim's antennae, making Zim chirp in response. Zim nuzzled his neck, and leaned in for a kiss—only for them both to flinch when Dib's stomach growled loudly.

Dib sighed, reaching for his pack and digging around until he found the cooler. “Thanks for making the fire,” he said as he pawed through the food. “I guess I won't have to wait to cook these.” He pulled out a package of hot dogs. He quickly tore open the packaging and grabbed a long stick sitting by the log.

“Ugh, meat?” Zim said. Dib ignored him, skewering one hot dog on the stick and holding it into the fire. It was rather peaceful, watching the flame lick along the sides of it…

Zim clearly disagreed, his face scrunching up as he made exaggerated gagging sounds, turning from Dib and his soon-to-be-meal and sticking out his tongue. "I can’t believe you’re actually eating that," he said. "It smells wretched."

Dib rolled his eyes. "It can’t be that bad." He twirled the stick, cooking the other side. Zim gagged again, reaching up to try and cover his antennae.

"Do you even think about what’s in those?"

"I try not to." Dib nudged the bag beside the cooler. "And it’s not like I’m making you eat one. There’s things for s’mores in there."

Zim lightly perked up, and began to paw through the bag. But, instead of cooking anything, he chose to tear open the bag of marshmallows and pop them into his mouth one at a time. He was still unhappily looking at the hot dog.

It didn’t take long for the hot dog to finish cooking. Dib pulled it out of the fire, sticking it into a bun and standing up, his knees popping. He sat next to Zim, leaning his head against his alien’s shoulder.

...well, he attempted to. Zim recoiled before he even got close. "Keep that vile meat tube away from me!"

Dib frowned at him, tearing open a ketchup packet. "You’re making this into a bigger deal than it needs to be."

Zim hissed quietly at him. Dib shoved the hot dog to Zim, who leapt away. It hadn’t even been close to him.

"Ugh, the smell...!" He gagged and quickly stood up. "You can poison yourself with that, but I refuse to be around that thing." He began to walk to the edge of the clearing, shocking Dib.

"Hey, wait!" Dib yelled. "It’s not a good idea to go alone. You don’t know what comes out at night here!"

Zim turned to look back. His grin stretched a little too widely, showing off all his teeth as his eyes gleamed. "Oh, my Dib," he said. "Nothing around here could be prepared to handle me."

And with that, before Dib could say anything else, he stormed off into the dark foliage, taking the marshmallows with him.

Dib scoffed, glowering after him as he took a bite of his hot dog. He knew that Zim could handle himself, but that didn’t mean he liked having his warnings brushed off.

He continued to devour his hot dog, glancing back at his cooler and debating on whether to cook another. Suddenly, an idea popped into his mind. He glanced between his cooler and the dark woods, a devious grin spreading over his face.

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Zim came back into the clearing not long after he had left. He had polished off most of the marshmallows, and had gotten bored of wandering through the trees and scaring local wildlife. Dib had to have finished his meal by now.

He was pleased to note that the fire was still crackling brightly. But his antennae drooped slightly when he didn’t immediately spot Dib.

"Dib-beast! Zim has returned!" No response. "...Dib? Do not ignore me!"

Still nothing. Zim scowled, tossing the marshmallow bag next to the rest of Dib’s things. It looked like everything was still there, so he couldn't have gone very far…

A soft wheeze from by the tent caught his attention. His antennae shot straight up, and he quickly rushed over to the sound's source. Dib was lying on the ground, curled into a ball with his back to Zim.

“Dib!” Zim rushed forward, shaking his shoulder. “What are you doing? I thought the point of the tent was to not sleep on the ground."

Dib wheezed again, looking over his shoulder. “Zim,” he gasped. “I'm not…it's…I told you about things at night…”

Zim noticed the red liquid staining his fingers just as Dib shifted, revealing his torso. His whole stomach was stained with that same red liquid, and…Zim saw what had to have been Dib's organs lying on top, not inside of his Dib where they needed to say.

A piece slipped off and fell to the ground. Zim screamed, scaring away any wildlife still in the area.

“D-D-Dib,” he stammered. “D-Don't worry, Zim can fix this! Just need to get all y-your vile, puny organs where they need to go!”

He pressed his hands on Dib's stomach, stopping any more of his blood from gushing out. Quickly, he gathered the loose meaty bits into a pile and tried to shove them back into Dib's body. But of course, nothing of Dib's would ever cooperate with him, so they kept slipping out from between his fingers, much to his growing frustration.

A soft wheeze made him look at Dib's face. His shoulders were shaking, and he was biting down on his lip, tears in the corners of his eyes. “Stop crying!” Zim snapped at him. “You'll be fine. I'm going to make sure you're fine, and I’ll make you regret it if you're not!”

He continued to try and fix Dib up. Dib's shoulders shook more and more, making Zim panic more…until several organs slipped away from him. He let out a high-pitched, undignified squawk, scrambling after them.

Dib finally opened his mouth…and burst out laughing. Zim froze, shocked. Had the human become delirious in his last moments?

“Oh, my God,” Dib wheezed. “I'm fine, Zim! Check it out.”

He sat up and lifted his shirt, revealing that he was unwounded. He was still laughing as he let his shirt back down, and Zim stared at him with a dumbfounded expression.

“But…your blood! Your organs…”

Dib laughed harder, picking up one of the bits of organ that had fallen on the ground and holding it out to Zim. Zim took it and narrowed his eyes. It looked like a shredded, meaty tube, somehow very familiar to him…

He gagged and tossed the raw hot dog away in disgust. Dib pulled empty ketchup packets out of his pockets and put them into his bag, still laughing. “Oh, man, your expression…you should have seen…it…”

His laughter died down as he looked back at Zim…specifically, the very dark look on Zim's face. He held up his hands in a gesture of innocence, the alien shooting him a death glare. “…I thought it would be funny?”

Zim hissed, lifting himself up on his PAK legs and towering over him. “Yes,” he spat. “And I'm sure my panic for your safety was downright hilarious, wasn't it?”

A little, yeah, but Dib knew better than to say that out loud. Still, Zim stepped closer, getting right in his face.

“Then I’m sure that me not letting you out of my sight for a second is going to make this a very amusing trip for you!” Zim continued.

“Eh…heh…what?”

Zim jabbed a finger into Dib's chest. “You tricked me into thinking you were dying by the claws of some awful beast. Well, you aren't getting out of my sight, so that won't end up happening! And you won't get the chance to trick me like that again.”

He flicked Dib's forehead, then stepped away, crossing his arms and glaring at him. Dib rubbed the back of his neck. At least Zim hadn't threatened to actually gut him for pulling that trick on him. Being glared at, he could deal with.

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Not long after, Dib had changed into his nightshirt and shorts, and was laying down in the tent. True to his word, Zim refused to look away once, even as he changed. Dib half-expected him to sit in the corner of the tent and glare at him all night.

Imagine his surprise when Zim came over and began spooning him, his arms wrapped around Dib's chest and his head resting on the nape of Dib's neck.

Dib had brightened up at this—it must have meant Zim had forgiven him for the prank. But now, after hearing Zim click and chirp angrily with every small move Dib made, he realized…

Zim had him trapped.

To test this, Dib shifted, attempting to roll over. Zim growled, grip tightening and claws digging into Dib's skin. Dib froze, and Zim slowly relaxed…though still kept his grip tight.

“…I love you?” Dib said, trying to sound placating and apologetic.

“…love you, too,” Zim said. “You're still not getting out of my sight.”

Dib sighed and relaxed. It had still been worth it.

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