The blood slowly dripped down the knife. There was no sounds in the skool hallways. Dib was in the boy's bathroom, holding the knife. 'Oh, no. No,no,no,no,no...', Dib thought. He just killed someone. Dib didn't mean to. He just got so mad and pissed off that....he couldn't control his actions. Dib quickly washed himself off and looked 'normal'. Or as normal as he could be. Dib put the now cleaned knife in his backpack. Dib quickly went back to his class and sat down in his chair. Zim was bored in the class. He did send a message to Gir to bring him some actually good human food, because the skool food... wasn't the best. Zim hated it. Zim eventually saw that Dib came back from the using the bathroom. 'Hm, he looks normal'., Zim thought. Zim knew that Dib seemed hesitant and on edge, but he didn't think anything of it. This was Dib. For most of the history class, things were normal, until someone came back from the backroom looking like a ghost. That kid and the teacher went out of the classroom for a second. Everyone was confused and curious to what was happening. But Dib knew what that kid saw. Zim chuckled slightly. This was amusing. He wasn't scared of this, because he's an Irken invader. Hm, I wonder what that pathetic, meatbag saw. Zim said uncaring as he shrugged.