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angryinternetduck · 3 years ago

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Bet On It

HELLO i’m back again with not only another fic but another friends to lovers!!! here’s 5.9k on hotel mishaps, long-term bets, and falling in love. featuring harry styles x reader with just a few warnings of explicit language and alcohol consumption.

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Five Years Ago

If you hadn’t met him an hour before in the bar of the hotel, you would’ve said no. Share a hotel room with a stranger just because the hotel fucked up and double booked a room? No. Absolutely not.

Except -

His name was Harry. He was very cute. And sweet. He complimented your shoes in the bar, dimpling at you all cutely before holding out his hand and introducing himself. He let you prattle on for way too long, laughing at all your jokes and nodding gravely when you started getting serious.

And surprisingly, when you said you had to go, he didn’t ask you out or try to kiss you. He just told you it was nice to meet you with a smile. Problem was that that wasn’t the last you saw of him; when you went up to the desk to get your key card, the receptionist informed you of the mistake.

“We’ve double booked it. You’ll have to work it out amongst yourselves,” they said. “We can suggest other places to stay, or you can sleep in the lobby. Or - of course, you can always share. He’s over there. Guy in the pink shirt.”

You looked over, and lo and behold…

“Harry.”

“We meet again.”

“Was this your doing?” you joked. “All that to get me in a room with you?”

Harry grinned. “I wish I were that smart.”

“So just coincidence?”

“Or perhaps fate,” Harry replied with a shrug.

“Did you know?” you asked. “When you, uh - introduced yourself?”

He shook his head and said, “Not that it was you.”

“Well, now that you do, what do you say? Share the room?”

Harry tilted his head from side to side, pondering. “Let’s prove it was fate,” he decided, meeting your gaze with a grin. Your brows furrowed, and he clarified. “Rock, paper, scissors. I win, we’ll share. You win, I’ll find somewhere else to stay.” He held out his fist.

“Won’t make me find somewhere else?” you asked, smiling a bit. “Would rather share?”

He shrugged.

“Alright, then.”

Both of you counted silently, in your heads -

Rock, paper, scissors…

Harry grinned, and you made a fist from your scissors to bump his rock.

“Fate it is,” you said.

Fate proved to be in your favor; that night, you had the most fun you’d ever had in your life. To your surprise, however, the fun didn’t involve sex. Just talking. You sat on the bed drinking booze from the minifridge and talking until dawn with this Harry Styles.

It came up at one point, sex - or at least kissing did - but neither ever happened.

It was around three, when the exhaustion had set in, when you were lying down, gazing into each other’s eyes, half asleep. “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?” he’d whispered, and you grinned at him. “I should be asking you that, don’t you think?”

He looked confused. “Why’s that?”

“You’re the one in love with me,” you told him.

He giggled, rubbing his eyes. “And what makes you say that?”

“You wanted to share!” you exclaimed, like it was obvious, because it was.

“Sharing is caring.”

You bounced your brows. “Caring. Loving.”

Harry laughed and insisted, “Not the same!”

“I’d bet a million bucks you’re in love with me,” you murmured, tapping his nose.

“Then a million bucks you’d lose.”

“You will be,” you said, nodding slightly.

“Yeah?” Harry asked, a smile growing on his lips.

“Yeah.”

“Do you have a million bucks to give me on my deathbed when I still only care?” he said.

“Do you have a million bucks to give me when you confess?” you said back.

He stared at you for a second. His eyes were very green, his smile very wistful. “A kiss.”

“A kiss?” you echoed.

Harry nodded. “I will bet you one kiss that I will never fall in love with you.”

“You’re gonna want a lot more than one kiss when you inevitably do,” you whispered.

“At least one kiss,” he amended.

“At least one kiss,” you agreed.

“Shake on it?”

You both shifted around in the bed so you could shake hands without sitting up.

“It’s a bet,” Harry said.

And so it was.

***

Present Day

“Give it to me straight, Styles,” you greet Harry, plopping down at your table with a sigh.

He hesitates for a moment, drawing out the suspense, and then breathes, “Care.”

You shake your head disappointedly. “Unbelievable, how bad you are at lying, you -”

Harry interrupts, “What’s really unbelievable is your tardiness -”

Then you do: “Your annoyingness -”

He pouts and fires back, “Your vocabulary -”

“Your lack thereof -”

“That’s not proper English.”

You stick your tongue out at him. “You’re not proper English.”

“I promise you I am,” he replies with a smirk.

“I’ve always thought the accent was fake.”

“If it were, I’d be the greatest impersonator to walk the earth.”

“Impersonator?” you repeat. “And tell me, what is an impersonator but a talented liar?”

He gives you a grin. “I’ll take the compliment of talented, thank you.”

Leveling his gaze, you smile back and take a sip of your drink. “You know, I think that actually was proper English,” you muse. “Lack thereof. Your vocabulary - or lack thereof.” Harry bites his lip, eyes narrowed, staring at you, and you’re tempted to joke that his focus is lust when he replies, “It’s still wrong. I was saying your vocabulary is naive, and by saying I have none, you’re fundamentally saying the same. It’s redundant.”

Clearly satisfied with himself, he sits back, smiles smugly, and takes a sip of his coffee.

“Harry Styles,” you say, “I’m going to smack that smirk right off your pretty face.”

“Second compliment in a day!” Harry exclaims. “Someone alert the press.”

You roll your eyes, taking a sip of your own drink. “Why, they’d have a field day.”

The little cafe you’re in is absolutely adorable. It’s midway between your place and Harry’s, and after that fateful night in the hotel (during which you learned you live so close to each other), you began a tradition of meeting here once a week.

Tradition doesn’t end with just the location and time. Each meeting is almost exactly the same. You’re always late, and you always greet him the same way: some variation of “Have you fallen in love with me yet?”

And his reply is always the same: negative.

From there, the conversation wanders as much as it ever does, with one asking about the other’s week and the response being long and filled with complaints and woes and lamentations. The question is echoed back, and the response is - again - long, filled with complaints, woes, etc.

Despite the moaning and groaning, the mood never falls too low. It’s impossible to feel down around Harry Styles; just one look at those dimples makes a smile of your own appear on your face.

Your friendship with him has certainly blossomed. It’s a wonder he hasn’t fallen in love yet (or maybe he has, you’ll never know unless he says), and a greater wonder still that he hasn’t turned the question around on you.

Because the answer would be yes. You have, in fact, fallen in love with him.

Deeply, madly, in love.

But he’ll never know, because you’ll never say.

***

“I love you,” you tell Harry breathlessly, looking up at him lovingly. “Most ardently.”

Harry shakes his head. “No, no - I’m just a girl! I’m just a girl, standing in front of -”

“I’ll always be there for you!” you cut in excitedly. “All the love in my heart, Llo -”

“Michael, I love you!” Harry gushes. “Choose me, marry me, let me make you happy!”

You jump up and jut a finger at him dramatically. “We live in a cynical world!” you exclaim. “A cynical world, and we work in a business of tough competitors. I love you! You - you complete me!”

Harry jumps up to match you and begins, “I hate that -” then shakes his head and restarts, “I hate the way you’re always right, I hate it when you lie - I hate it when you make me laugh and - and - and even worse when you make me cry - I hate the way - I hate it when” - he’s grinning big now, jumping with excitement and passion - “you’re not around and the fact you didn’t call - but - but mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even a little bit, not even at all!”

It all came out in a rush of jumbled words and you’re so impressed you can’t help but sit back down and clap for him. Bright red, Harry takes a bow and collapses onto his couch next to you. “That took way too much effort,” he says, out of breath.

“It was worth it,” you tell him. “That was dazzling, really. You should go on the road.”

Harry nods. “One man show. Shakespeare. All of his long monologues, then bam - a poem better than all the others combined.” You giggle and fall into him, leaning against his chest with a sigh. “I’ll come with you,” you say. “Follow you to the ends of the earth and hold my breath to Pluto.”

“What’s that from?” Harry asks.

“That’s all me, baby.”

“Maybe the poem better than all the others combined could be yours.”

“Impossible,” you say immediately. “Nothing will ever beat Kat Stratford.”

“I’ll manage.”

You scoff. “You?”

“We.”

You shake your head. “There’s no ‘we’ in genius, Styles, but there is an I.”

“And a U!” Harry replies.

You look up at him.

“Wait.”

Snickering, you sit up and stretch your arms towards the ceiling. “Stick to memorization, maybe. Leave the heavy lifting to me. You need some practice on that speech, anyway - I counted at least three errors, not to mention the stuttering.”

“Practice makes perfect,” Harry sings. “What do you say, can I confess my love to you every night for the sake of practice?” You shake your head, standing up again and grabbing an empty container of food to throw away. “Not without losing the bet.”

Harry follows you, cleaning up as he goes. “Just for the one man show!”

“No exceptions.” You grin at him, grabbing your stuff and heading for the door. “Thanks for the food, Styles. I’ll see you Sunday?” Harry nods and blows you a kiss, which you catch and put in your pocket. “I’ll save that for when you lose the bet,” you tell him.

“Get outta here,” Harry laughs.

You stick your tongue out at him and stick a post it note on the door frame as you leave.

***

Harry usually wakes up to a few texts. Maybe a call every so often. Notifications from social media aren’t uncommon. The only days he wakes up to nearly a hundred texts are the nights you decide to go to the outlook.

Whether or not you like staying up late normally, you stay up until the wee hours of the morning to go to this place you found about three hours outside of the city. It’s a bit of a drive, but it’s completely worth it.

There’s a little woods out there, and a while ago you went a bit off path and found an outcropping of rocks that look out over the city. At night, stars are visible. There’s nothing you love more than lying for hours on the cool stone, gazing up at the heavens above.

The first time you took Harry to the outlook, you asked a question, and Harry’s answer to that question was one of the only lies he’s ever told you. You’d asked, “You’re not afraid of heights, are you?”

And Harry had said, “Of course not!” when in reality, he’d been looking for an opening to mention that very fear for the twenty minutes before, while you’d been climbing steadily uphill through the trees.

In his defense, there was no way he could’ve said anything different. You were just so happy, glowing with excitement and practically buzzing with energy. Plus, you’d grabbed his hand at the moment you asked to pull him up the last ridge and he was still a bit startled.

He never came to regret that lie. He grew out of the fear, anyway, so it wasn’t a huge deal. In fact, he’s almost come to love heights. He loves the thrill, the burst of happiness, the insane phenomenon of a racing heart and the feeling of being totally at peace all at the same time.

Incidentally, he also feels that way around you, whether the two of you are a hundred feet up or not. He’s always enjoyed spending time with you, and even just seeing you makes him happy. It’s what makes you a good friend.

Harry’s gone with you a few times to the outlook, but it’s usually pretty late by the time you want to go. Sometimes you’ll call him and he’ll pick up, and you’ll talk on the phone until one of you falls asleep.

You went last night, apparently, because Harry scrolls through seventy-two text messages this morning. It takes a while, since he reads all of them and then replies, but he woke up early anyway so it’s fine.

It’s Sunday, so he’s headed to the cafe to meet you. He has a cup of coffee even though he’ll get one at the cafe, too. There’s a sticky note on the coffee maker - Note to self: tell Harry there’s a snickers bar in his sweatshirt pocket - which you probably left a few days ago.

Harry smiles at the note, then frowns, sticking his hand in his pocket. There is, in fact, a Snickers bar in there, and Harry throws it out. It’s from almost a month ago, when you and him had an August Halloween. The sun is just a little too bright. Harry listens to music in the car, humming along and tapping his hands against the wheel in time.

You��re late, of course, so he orders his second cup of coffee and reads a newspaper on the shelf while he waits. Today it’s five minutes until you arrive, which is actually more on time than usual, and Harry throws you a large brimmed hat he found in his closet when you approach the table.

“What say you, Harry Styles,” you greet him, catching the hat and placing it on your head. “Make a jester laugh” - you form a heart with your fingers - “or make a jester cry?” Your heart cracks in two as you pout at him.

Breaking a finger-heart of his own, Harry grins. “Laughing clowns were always creepier to me,” he tells you. You trace a finger down your cheek like a tear and sit down across from him, sliding a menu from its place on the wall and beginning to read it over.

You look up at him, half smiling, a joke on your lips, and then -

Harry blinks.

Just like that, something’s changed.

You snap in front of his face. “Hello? Anything? You could at least pretend to laugh.”

“Christ, sorry,” Harry breathes. “What’d you say?”

Raising a brow, you lean forward and inspect him. “You alright, there, Styles?”

“If I were any better and it’d be obscene,” Harry answers easily, tapping your nose.

Grinning, you sit back. “Fantastic. Tell me, then, how it’s been. Fill me in.”

“It’s a lot better seeing you in that hat.”

“Oh, I forgot!” you exclaim, looking up at it.

Harry giggles and asks, “You wanna know what one hat said to the other?”

“Oh, boy.”

“I’ll see you on a-head!”

Groaning dramatically, you throw the hat at him and bury your face in your hands.

***

"This is getting embarrassing, Styles,” you say as you walk up to Harry.

He turns around, a smile already on his face, and begins, “What’s -”

He stops when he sees you, because you’re all dressed up. You look absolutely stunning, which was on purpose, because of course you want to see his reaction, whether he loves you or not. And it’s very satisfactory, this reaction.

“You look fantastic,” Harry says softly.

You clear your throat, a little put off by how serious he’s being. “That was the goal.”

His eyes float back up to meet yours, a small smile on his face. “Thank you for coming.”

“You’re welcome,” you chirp. “But don’t let your head get too big - I only came for the free food and movie.” Finally, the glaze over his eyes fades, and he grins at you. He takes your arm, and as you walk, he asks, “You started a thought, you know, about something embarrass-”

You scoff. “You asked me on a date, Styles!”

“I did not!” Harry insists. He shakes his head. “My date ducked out at the last second -”

Smirking, you cut in, “Wonder why, Mr. Pink Suit.”

“- we were going to match, thank you - but really, she ducked out, and I wasn’t about to waste two perfectly good tickets. Thus… here we are.” He nods, like he’s pleased with his answer, but you raise a brow at him. “That’s a terrible excuse. You can just say you love me. I’ll accept.”

You arrive at his car. “Not yet,” he says, and then he gets in.

He starts the car, and for a moment, you gaze out the window.

Then, breaking the silence, you say, “I like the suit.”

“I like the look.”

“Thanks, I came up with it all by myself.”

“Impressive.”

You wait a moment, and then ask, “What inspired the pink?”

“She said she wanted a pink rose.”

Frowning, you begin, “I thought you said pink roses are -”

“Yeah, they’re not my favorite,” he mumbles.

You snicker a little. “Oh, what a bad date in high school can get you…”

“Hey, don’t tease,” Harry whines with a pout.

“Sorry, sorry,” you murmur. “You’re nice to dress up anyway. No rose, though?”

Sheepishly, he tells you, “I… forgot.”

“You forgot?” you laugh.

“Yeah…”

“Well, um… well, it’s the thought that counts.”

Harry pulls into the parking lot and parks the car, then unlocks the doors. “Come on,” he says, but you frown at him, confused. “You know you pulled in the wrong way?” you ask, but he just beckons with his hand and opens the trunk.

You hadn’t even looked - there’s pillows back there, and candy, and blankets, and he flicks on little fairy lights. “Harry Styles, you romantic!” you gasp, enthralled. “Wow, I gotta meet this girl, if you’re doing all this for her…”

He sits down and pats the space next to him, then grabs a pack of candy - your favorite. He hands it to you, which you take with a slow smile. “Her favorite too?” you ask. “Nope,” Harry replies, shaking his head as he opens his own pack of candy. “Forgot to ask her, but when I called her in the store she wouldn’t pick up so I just… got yours.” He clears his throat and hands you a bag of popcorn. “There’s this, too.”

“Thanks, Styles.”

On the huge screen in front of you, the movie begins to roll. You take a risk, sliding a little on the seat so you’re leaning against Harry, head against his chest. You can feel him breathing, his heart beating, his arm around your waist, thumb gently moving back and forth over the fabric of your clothes.

You fall asleep for most of the movie.

When you wake up, you’re leaned against a pillow, not Harry. Frowning and out of sorts, you sit up and rub your eyes. He’s leaned against the car outside, on the phone, and you can just barely make out what he’s saying.

“... I know, it’s… Yeah, I - I’m sorry you couldn’t make it, love. I missed you…”

The familiar feeling of tears building behind your eyes horrifies you, and you have to turn your back to him as tears start slipping down your cheeks. You’d somehow managed to convince yourself that it was all a ruse, that he’d meant it to be you from the start, that there was no other girl, that all along it was -

“Hey,” Harry says.

You cough, palming away the tears on your face and yawning like you’d just woken up. “Oh, hey… How’s, um - how’s she doing? Or - whoever - I mean -” You squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head. “Sorry,” you whisper.

“She’s fine,” Harry tells you. “How are you? Took a pretty long nap there…”

“Yeah,” you murmur. “I was… I’m tired.”

“C’mon, then, let’s get you home.” He smiles at you, dimpling adorably, and holds out his hand. You take it and slide off the back of his car. “Thanks,” you say. He nods and shuts the trunk while you get into the passenger seat.

You don’t say anything as he starts the car, as he backs out and heads for your place. He glances over at you, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel, and eventually turns on the radio. You fold up a sticky note and covertly slide it into the center console.

“I’ll see you Sunday,” you tell him when he stops the car.

He nods. “See you then.”

You hold his gaze for a second, and then get out of the car. As you’re shutting the door, Harry says, “Hey!” and you stop. “Hey, er - thank you. For coming tonight. I know it was a little… It was a bit much.”

“Not too much at all,” you say softly. “Bye, Harry.”

You shut the door.

***

The sticky note business began about a year after Harry met you. He’d mentioned something about refrigerator magnets being the most charming form of communication ever invented, and the next day he found a sticky note on his mirror that said, Note to self: find a more charming form of communication than refrigerator magnets.

Harry doesn’t find the sticky note in his console until the next night, when he’s driving home after working late and he’s trying to find his phone. It’s ringing, and it’s your ringtone, which is really, really annoying because you set it to the worst song you could think of so he’d be motivated to pick it up fast.

It’s not in the center console. It’s actually in his pocket. He picks it up.

“Harry, you gotta tell me now,” you say immediately. “Do you love me?”

“I -”

“Love or care, Styles.” You sound breathless. “L or C. Lover or Cunt. Tell me now.”

“Cunt,” Harry says reflexively, and then shakes his head. “I mean -”

“You don’t love me.” You don’t sound upset at all. You’re just clarifying.

Harry frowns. “I… What’s going on?”

“Well, I think I love this guy, Styles, and I’m about to fuck him, so I’ll talk to you later.”

And then you hang up.

Harry stares at his phone for a moment. Then he puts it down, frowning at the street in front of him, and thinks for a while until he gets home. When he does, he’s shutting the center console, which he’d left open, and he sees the little post it note.

Note to self: buy a pink rose for h to make him like them bc they’re pretty

Sitting in his car, staring at the note, Harry can’t help but think he’s messed it all up.

***

Sunday. You don’t show up.

***

Another Sunday. Harry orders a coffee and reads the newspaper.

You don’t show up.

***

You answer a text.

He asks if you’re okay, and you say, Yup!

***

You send a text.

Hey, Styles? Can you bring me a flower?

***

He should’ve gone to your place first, Harry’s thinking. He should’ve checked there, and then gone here. But it’s too late now. He’s stepping out of his car, trekking through the forest, and he’s finally here, and -

You’re on your back, staring at the stars.

“You know, I really thought he was the one.”

Harry bites on his lip and fiddles with the flower in his hands. “Did you?”

There’s a beat of silence. Then you sigh and sit up. “No.”

“He didn’t - you’re not… You’re okay, right?”

“Nothing’s broken but my heart,” you murmur. “Physically, I’m fine, emotionally, I’m…”

You fade off, and Harry sits next to you and hands you the flower.

“Yellow,” you whisper. You look up at him, eyes wide in the moonlight. “Why yellow?”

“Color of your shirt the first time I met you.”

Smiling, you murmur, “Memory of an elephant.”

“I couldn’t remember her favorite candy,” Harry says impulsively. He shuts his eyes, exhaling softly. “Sorry. Wrong thing to say.” You shake your head, looking forward again. “It’s fine. How’s she doing?”

“Wouldn’t know.”

Surprised, you glance at him again. “You mean you -?”

Harry shrugs. “She said my priorities weren’t right. Then she said goodbye.”

“We’re just a coupla broken hearted fools, aren’t we?” you say quietly.

“Broken hearted, yes,” Harry replies, “but I’m not a fool. Don’t know about you.”

You scoff, hitting his chest with the back of your hand. “We’re having a moment here!”

“Sorry, sorry,” Harry says, but he’s laughing so the apology is moot.

There’s a beat of silence, and then you say, “I would’ve known about her if I hadn’t missed all our Sundays. I’m sorry.” Harry shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it. Did you have fun, at least? With Mr. Heartbreak?”

You giggle. “So much fun.”

“Well… that’s good, at least.”

He looks at you, really looks, and for a moment, he forgets himself.

You’re looking up at the stars, your head tilted up, your lips curved upwards in a smile.

Harry’s expression matches yours. It’s one of quiet awe, of happiness and joy and adoration. He’s smiling, too, but it’s not as conscious. It’s more reflexive, something he can’t help but do whenever he catches sight of this view. He’s not looking at the stars, though - his gaze is focused on you.

“Come on!” you exclaim suddenly, jumping up. “This is the perfect excuse to watch The Notebook again.” Harry blinks, standing up and following you back to his car. “You took the words right out of my mouth,” he says.

***

Ideally, on the anniversary of your meeting Harry, you’d both rent a hotel room and get drunk on the minibar, talking nonsense until morning, to properly reenact that first night together. Problem with that is that hotel rooms cost money.

So instead, you have a sleepover. Last year it was at your place, so this year it’s at his. The good thing about not being in a hotel is that you can buy normal size bottles of booze, rather than the teeny ones from the minibar.

He’s grabbing everything from the kitchen while you’re queueing up the movie on the TV in his room. It’s not cooperating, though, and you’re rooting through all the wires in the back to try and find something that’s supposed to be connected.

“Harry, if you don’t get in here this second!” you shout at him.

“Did you get the other remote?” he shouts back.

You groan and whine, “Just come in here!”

“I haven’t gotten everything yet! Look for the second remote. It’s in one of the drawers.”

“Which drawers?” you yell.

He doesn’t reply.

So you ruffle through the drawers closest to the TV. Books, papers, chargers. No remotes. You go further and find his record collection. A few photo albums. You stick a sticky note on the top one that says, Note to self: go through these. There’s more books. A few DVDs.

And then - a folder. It has a yellow flower on it.

Frowning, you glance at the door behind you and then flip it open. What must be a hundred post it notes fall out. Your jaw drops, just slightly, because they’re all from you. Every sticky note you’ve ever left him is in this folder. He kept them all.

“Did you find it?” Harry shouts.

You ask, “Find what?” but your voice is too soft and he doesn’t hear you.

He shouts your name again, and you quickly shove the folder back where you got it. You clear your throat, then yell, “Harry, I can’t find it!” Finally, he comes in, arms full of food and drink, and tugs open the top drawer on his bedside table with his foot.

And there it is.

“Have I got to do everything around here or what?” he jokes.

You give him a laugh and set up the TV, which works just fine now that you have the right tools. Harry sets everything down and puts his hands on his hips, raising a brow at you. “You alright?” he asks.

“Yeah, fine,” you tell him. “Just grew a few white hairs waiting for you to come back.”

He sticks his tongue out and tosses a bag of chips at you. “Ha, ha, very funny.”

Finally, the movie’s set up, and you lean against his bed, sighing in contentment as the opening credits start to play. Harry hands you a glass and holds his own out, which you knock against your own. “Cheers, Styles,” you say. “To five years.”

“And counting.”

Grinning, you drink up and then settle back to watch the film.

***

His voice is thick.

Like honey.

It drips off his tongue, catches on his lips, slides down the column of his throat and glistens in the dim light. It’s rich. Deep. It turns to crystal in the cool air around you as his words fade off. You want to reach out and feel it on your fingers, want to taste it on your tongue, want to feel it slide over your lips, down your throat…

“... and then, suddenly, I was flying out the window with the worst pain I’ve ever -”

“Harry,” you interrupt with a giggle, “this is the third time you’ve told this story tonight.”

“It’s a good story!”

“Lemme see,” you say, crawling forward, and you’re on his lap now but you can’t really bring yourself to care because this is for scientific purposes. Harry grins and puts his hands on your waist and you giggle again and put your fingers on his jaw. “Lemme see your tongue.”

“Wanna see it or touch it?”

You smirk and reply, “How ‘bout lick it?”

“That’s gross!” Harry exclaims with a delighted laugh.

“I know!” you exclaim back, equally delighted.

“It’s broken,” Harry says, but he’s opening his mouth so it comes out all warbled. “I’m broken, you know -” You peer at his tongue, but it doesn’t look very broken. “No, you’re not,” you tell him.

“On the inside,” Harry says, pouting at you.

You laugh and wrap your arms around his neck, nestling your head on his shoulder in a hug. “You’re warm,” you say, “that’s what you are.” Harry nods against you, running his hands up and down your back. “You fix me,” he slurs into your neck.

“That’s so romantic!” you giggle.

You sit there for a second, breathing him in, feeling happy, and then suddenly -

“I’m roasting,” Harry says, and it’s morning.

“I’m so hot,” you groan, “and my head hurts so bad…”

Harry grunts and pushes against you. “Get off me.”

You open your eyes, squinting in the sunlight, and fall off of him and onto the floor.

He stands up, moaning and groaning, and walks out. You may have fallen asleep again because when he comes back in and hands you a glass of water and some medicine you’re blinking back awake. “Thanks,” you mumble, downing both.

“That was something,” Harry says.

“Something for sure,” you say.

“I can’t move,” Harry says.

“Me neither.”

So you don’t. The day drags on, and when you’re both coherent enough for food you go to the kitchen. Harry cooks something up, and you eat it, sitting next to him at the kitchen island. You feel his foot against yours, and you play a half-delirious game of footsie as you finish eating.

Once you’re all done, Harry stands up and starts to wash the dishes. You watch him, watch his back and his arms and the way he moves, and stand up and stand next to him, grabbing a dish towel and holding out your hand. He hands you the plate, and you dry it.

It’s comfortable, the silence, and it’s more than peaceful, standing there drying dishes with Harry in the early afternoon. There aren’t many dishes, but you both take your time, and eventually he breaks the silence and the productivity to put on some music.

And then, suddenly, you’re dancing, a smile on your face that you can’t seem to get rid of curving your lips as you float around the kitchen with him. He’s bopping along to the song, hand in yours, dish towel over his shoulder after he stole it from you.

The dancing carries you to the living room, where he twirls you out so you can collapse onto the couch. He does the same, and you put your feet on his lap, head on the armrest, looking at him.

“You’re staring,” he says.

“You’re in front of me.”

“Excuses, excuses.”

You raise a brow, smiling and still holding his gaze, and then sit up. “Staring contest, go.”

Instantly, he blinks, and you laugh, “Fuck’s sake.”

“No, no, again,” he demands, grinning, and he blinks quickly a few times before declaring, “Go.” The staring begins. Your eyes begin to sting, and you bite your lip, trying to keep your eyes open.

“We should watch Bird Box,” Harry whispers.

“Saw it last week.”

“I saw it,” he corrects. “You hid behind your hands the entire time.”

“You were the one screaming like a baby.”

“I prefer rom-coms, you know that.”

“Sometimes you need a little variety in life.”

“I lost the bet.”

You blink.

“Victory,” Harry says, a bit weakly, blinking too.

Your brows furrow. “What?”

“Victory,” Harry repeats, smiling sheepishly.

“No, no, before that,” you insist, shaking your head.

“I lost the bet,” Harry repeats softly.

You swallow thickly. “What bet?”

Harry bites his lip, concentrating, and then stands up and walks away. You scoff, following him, and ask again. “What bet?” He shakes his head, quiet, and opens his refrigerator, looking for something.

“Harry, for the love of -”

He holds out a kiss. A chocolate kiss.

Your eyes widen.

He steps closer, holding the kiss out on his palm. “I lost the bet,” he says. “I fell in love with you.” Your breath catches in your throat. “I don’t know if you feel the same,” he goes on, “so I… I don’t want to kiss you. I mean - I do, but -”

He holds the kiss closer to you. “I lost,” he finishes quietly.

You can’t find the right words.

So instead, you close the distance and kiss him.

The chocolate kiss falls to the floor, and fireworks erupt behind your eyelids.

After a moment, the words come.

And then, when you pull away for a moment, you both speak at the same time -

“I love you.”

Laughter bubbles from your lips, and Harry grins, kissing you again.

“So I guess I didn’t lose after all,” he murmurs.

You smile against his lips. “Let’s call it a tie.”

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AHHHH there it is!!!! i actually did write this in like . two days . which was ! great haha but i hope u liked it!!!! if u did, feedback and a reblog would be much appreciated 💜

thanks for reading!

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ask-jokeboi · 5 years ago

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The Party

Hope everyone's having a great holiday season so far! This time of year isn't always easy but thankfully friends and a good distraction can make things easier.

I drew these pic’s to pair with a moderately long fic I wrote to follow up the aforementioned party from earlier, it’s below the the cut! Read it if you want! Either way, Happy Holidays! 💜💚💛

Words: 4,142 Relationships: Harlivy /Harley & Joker friendship / Batjokes (mentioned) Universe: Mine / Lego Batman

A/N: sorry for any typos or weird grammatical stuff, I'm good at art, not writing

Summary: Joker’s felt a little down since Batman’s been out of town, will his best friend Harley be able to cheer him up?

Warnings: Alcohol use, implied depression

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"C'mon Jay it'll be be fun!" Cheered Harley, mustering all the enthusiasm she could in an attempt to persuade Gotham's former clown prince of crime to pull himself together

"I don't care!…. Go bother your girlfriend or something. Leave me alone…" He was currently piled under several layers of blankets, sunk deep into the ball pit he called a bed

"Nuh uh, I'm not haulin' my butt outta this room 'till you haul yours. You can stay in that pit and cry all ya like, but it won't fix nothin', you gott-"

"I don't GOTTA do anything!" Jay snapped. Throwing his blanket aside and revealing his less than kempt appearance, his face twisted into a frustrated glare

Harley, already familiar with Jay's usual harmless outbursts only sighed as she looked her long time friend up and down, taking in his surroundings with a curious eye

It'd been a month or two since Batman left the scene and his absence was definitely beginning to take a toll on the poor clown.

She could tell it'd been a while since he'd done anything to care for himself…. His hair, which was usually swept back into a flawless green pomp, lazily draped his face. The dull forest black of his roots beginning to seep back into the rest of it. Same could be said for the state his room which, due to his erratic nature, was always a bit untidy but had recently fallen into a state of near disrepair. Bags of half eaten junk food and empty bottles of all sorts of things lay strewn across the floor, particularly around his half deflated bed.

Despite the mess, he still seemed a little...thin… more so than usual to be honest… his ribs visible beneath the loose shirt he wore, arms comparable to sticks despite the muscle.

most of all though, he just seemed... tired. Jay always looked tired out of makeup. It was one of the first things she'd managed to take note of when he'd first entered her office years ago…. But right now the purple rings beneath his eyes that never seemed to go away were deepened to a point that made it clear he wasn't getting much sleep or doing much for himself in general...

Seeing her best friend in a state like this was hard to witness… and although her partner, Ivy, didn't have much but mild disdain for Jay, Harley couldn't find it in herself to leave him like this… which is why she thought a party might lift his spirits a little

"C'mooon! You love parties!! It'll just be a small one anyway!" It was actually much bigger than she was implying but Jay liked big and she didn't wanna scare him off too soon…

"Yeah, like that'll make things any better… who did you even invite?? A good half of the rogues don't even like me…"

"Sure they do!"

Jay only looked at her, bereft and unimpressed.

"I mean ok you and Riddler don't always get along and it took a lot a beggin' ta get ya un-banned from the iceberg lounge but still!!"

"Uhg whatever! It doesn't matter! I don't need those bozos seein' me like this anyway..."

"Like what?"

"I don't know! I'm just…... I'm not in the right… mood for something like that right now.... You know how this works… they'd see right through me. "

Back when Jay was still her patient they'd end up talking a lot about masks…Batman's would come up more often than not but every now and then he'd end up discussing his own…. Or more specifically, the metaphorical one he'd put on every time he picked up a brush and painted himself a new face…..

"Jay, sweetie�� you don't have to pretend to be okay… they won't think you're weak or nothin', you know that right?..."

Jay gave her an incredibly tired look before turning away.

"What happened to the Jay that wasn't afraid to let people know how he's feelin' huh? The one that turned every emotion into a show….?"

He kept his head down, shoulders stiff, before speaking...

"....Cause I'm not just sad this time…. " As he looked up slowly an emotion that was rarely seen on the mans face showed itself, flooding his eyes.

"W- when I'd talked to Robin and Batgirl that last time and asked about Batman they gave each other this look and…. Something's wrong… he's in trouble or something I… I can feel it….. W-what if he doesn't come back and he leaves me here all alone an-"

Harley put a polished nail up to Jay's lips and smiled warmly.

"Shhhh…. You're worryin' too much puds… ur big dumb brain is just an overdramatic liar… don't listen to it okay?"

Jay sniffled, giving her an understanding nod.

"You still got me an' your crew an' Bud and all the other little silly things that make ya days good doncha?"

He smiles halfheartedly. "Y-yeah…. But still… he was..."

"I know… he's special….but do you seriously think anything out there could actually kill Batman? THE Batman? C'mon now…. He's luckier than any bastard out there and you know it…"

"Yeah…. Yeah I guess ur right"

"Of COURSE I'm right!… now come on…" she offers her hand and helps her friend stand up. "Let's get that hair done and those nails shined up so you're brain can take a break from making all those nasty thoughts"

Jay smiled a little wider this time, forever grateful he had a friend as great as Harley around… he really didn't know what he'd do without her sometimes...

"Right…. Also… uh…. Harley?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for….uh…. Bein'... around… I guess…" Jay practically mumbled...

Harley smiled knowingly, amused with his poor attempt of gratitude

"No problem, Pud's….." she gave him a peck on the forehead leaving a black smudge behind

"now enough mush...Let's clean this mess and get ya fabbed up"

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A few hours later, Jay stood outside the titular iceberg lounge in his best winter fit, a long boa around his shoulders and a pair of unnecessary sunglasses obscuring the mascara he'd only half ruined on the way there….

He truly, honestly, did not feel like socializing with anyone at the moment, but who was he to refuse a doctor's orders?....

Taking a deep breath of the cold winter air, Jay stiffened up, smoothed the wrinkles from his vintage memphis style sweater and entered the lounge, heels high and head high as he could manage

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When the doors swung open with a swirl of winter snow, Jay was greeted by a surprisingly full and stunningly silent room. Christmas music cut through the tension like a knife as everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to Joker's fashionably late arrival.

He didn't know if it was because of his natural ability to demand attention or the fact that he hadn't been seen in nearly 3 weeks, but for some reason the room seemed slightly on edge. worried he'd come with another Joker brand surprise perhaps. Thankfully, Harley, who'd left his place a little earlier to get everything ready, noticed who'd finally arrived.

"JJ!! YOU MADE IT!!" she leaped off her stool and came running to grab him, The rest of the room taking it as a cue to un-tense and to go back to their festivities, the lounge lighting up with warm greetings and laughter.

" Hey…" said Jay as Harley put an arm around his shoulder and escorted him to the booth she was sitting at….

"So… is all of this for me or…?"

"No, did she tell you that?" Ivy who was sitting at the booth with his other less than fond acquaintance, Catwoman and someone else he didn't seem to recognize, gave a snide smile, Jay suddenly felt he should probably sit someplace else

"IVY!! SHHH" Harley shushed

"What? He was gonna find out out eventually…. It was supposed to be Penguin's annual winter ball"

"Uh,It still is tho…?" said Kat, mouth full of shrimp

"Well, yah…. Difference is we had to 'finesse' Penguin into letting HIM in" Ivy explained, disdain in her voice

"And you... helped with that?..." asked Jay, surprised. Ivy sighed

"for Harley's sake, yes. not yours"

Jay smiled, amused. "well how charitable of you, here's to hoping you won't regret it"

Ivy rolled her eyes. "As if I don't already" she said, taking a short sip from her drink, Harley sitting down next to her give her thank u peck on the cheek.

"Hey, why'd you get banned from this dump anyway?" Asked Kat, eyes squinting curiously

"I have no idea…." Jay shrugged

"He put a coke and mento bomb in the fountain!" Harley interrupted

"Oh yeah…." He'd totally forgot

"Ha! Awesome…"

"Right uh, anyway, who the hell are you?" Jays attention suddenly turned to the woman sitting opposite of kat. She had light blue skin, bright white eyes and hair that made her look like a human lighting rod.

"Name's Livewire." She said, voice sharp as her appearance

"She's from Metropolis" explained Ivy. Jay rose a brow.

"Metropolis huh?? How'dya like dealin' with boy scout full time over there?" He quizzed

"Sweet!…" she exclaimed enthusiastically "Big blue aint got a thing on me! 'sides, dweeb's been outta town for months now! metropolis might as well be my personal playground"

The mentioning of Superman's absence made something in Jay's chest twist. He'd known their neighbor hero had been MIA for even longer than Batman, Supergirl taking over the workload just like Batgirl had in Gotham. but still… the reminder was enough to worry him. I mean… if superman was taking so much time up there, what chance did Batman have against whatever it was they were so busy with??

Trying his best to shake off the uneasiness building in his stomach Jay took a breath and snapped back to reality, offering Livewire his hand

"Well, uh... Livewire, i'm this city's head honcho while the bat's gone so welcome to Gotham and try not to wear it out"

Harley and Ivy exchanged looks as Jay smiled slyly and took Livewires hand…

...Only for his usual gesture of hospitality to be met with an equally shocking grip that sent blue sparks flying in every direction.

"DAMN, what the- !! " Jay yanked his hand back and held it in pain, hot needles running up his arm.The new addition to Harley's crew laughed crudely and smiled

"why do you think they call me 'LIVEWIRE' genius?"

Jay stayed silent with defeat as the table went up in hysterics "Yeah fine, okay, I shoulda saw that one coming" he sighed and smoothed out his hair which had sprung up to stand on end, his face ever so slightly red "anyway, you ladies have a nice time… i'll set up shop somewhere else and let you guys… idk… flirt with each other or whatever..." without much fanfare he slunk off to sit someplace else.

After the table had settled down completely though, Harley noticed Jay making his way to the bar looking somewhat dejected.

"Aw Jay…."

The rest curiously turned their attention to the direction of Harley's gaze.

"You're not going after him are you?" Asked Ivy after a beat.

"Well… yeah…?" Harley shrugged.

"Uhm, why?" Asked kat, dipping more shrimp into her cocktail "like if he's not in the mood for a joke that's kinda his problem…?"

"Yeah, but still…. I've never seen 'im like this for so long…. He's usually so funny and animated, it's like somethin' drained all the life out of 'im…." The concern on Harley's face was very apparent. Ivy brushed back a few strands of her hair and tried her best to reassure her.

"Look i'm sure he'll get his second wind when Batman comes back at some point… but ‘til then it's not your job to take care of him…"

Harley sighed silently. "I know but… he's still my best friend… and if I hadn't met him, I wouldn'ta met you!" She squished close to her spouse with a smile, Ivy suddenly unable to hold back a small one herself.

"He helped me outta my slump all those years ago, least I can do is help 'im outta his..."

Ivy gave her a soft look before reluctantly caving "Kindness has always been your best and worst trait, silly bee…" she said with a smirk "fine, go ahead and do your thing, I've got plenty of company over here in the meantime…"

Harley smiled happily and gave her one last kiss before running off to join Jay at the bar.

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Jay sat alone at the bar in silence until he was suddenly startled by Harley's arrival.

"What's shakin' grumpy gills?" She asked pulling up a stool.

Jay didn't answer as the bartender slid over a funfetti martini topped with the works, Jay lazily catching it and drinking deeply.

"Those guys didn't get ta ya did they? I know they seem mean bu- "

"Ah… I don't care about them…" said Jay dismissively "we're all villains here right? I'm sure they got their reasons… sides, Livewire's pretty fun even if she did fry my Joy buzzer" He said regretfully…

"So what's up then…?" Asked Harley, head tilted

Jay looked down at the table with a frown, fingers anxiously scraping the side of the glass in his hand….

"What she'd said about metropolis…. And… superman…."

"Oh…" Harley nodded "well…. I'm sure they're together wherever they are…. Right? Him and Batman? And I mean, with Superman around, he's bound to be okay….."

Jay had a hard time matching her enthusiasm but that logic did comfort him some. "Yeah… yeah I guess so"

"C'mon Jay, you gotta get that stuff off your mind for a minute! Go mingle! Go dance!… look at everyone who came this time! Turn-out's never been so big!"

As Jay's looked around the room, Harley did have a point, usually these get-togethers only managed to scrounge up about half the gang, but it looked like almost all the rogues in town had come this time. Even D-listers like Polkadot man, Killer Moth, Crazy Quilt ect. Had managed to show up, plus people he didn't seem to recognize…

For example at the bar sat Scarecrow and a… Oddly scruffy looking man he looked to be sharing a drink with. He'd heard from Riddler over the phone some time ago that crow had found himself a friend and that the two were "in cahoots". whatever that was supposed to mean. He supposed that must've been the "friend" in question…

A few tables down sat another unfamiliar in a polkadot shirt and a pair of cracked thick lensed glasses. He had a peculiar looking puppet sitting on his lap which made J raise a brow, but he didn't judge. Looking at his woefully nervous face he guessed it must it must've been a security thing anyway…

Despite the big crowd though, Jay did notice one person missing of whom he hadn't seen in quite a while...

"Yeah I guess everyone is here... except uh, Lex I guess…?" Jay considered himself friends with metropolises king of corruption, even if the feeling wasn't always mutual. Seeing so many crooks he knew in one place made him realize how rare it was to see the mal hearted mogul at these things.

Unfortunately, Harley could only shrug with defeat. "Ah I tried to get Lex but you know how he is… nobody's seen that shut in for ages".

Jay's eyes narrowed at that "How long is ages…. ?" He pressed

"I dunno… a few months guess??? Livewire said he's been quiet lately, probably off in one of his labs making some over convoluted instrument of destruction I guess"

The growing list of missing big shots was beginning to piece something together in Jay's head… what on earth was Lex up to? Where was superman?? Why did the league need Batman's help? How did it all connect?? After a moment Harley noticed Jay slipping into his thoughts again and shook his shoulder lightly to pull him out of it.

"Hey, don't worry about that egghead. he'd only kill the mood if he were here anyway"

Jay couldn't disagree, the billionaire was kind of notorious for being a giant stick in the mud.

"If you're really worried about what's goin' on with those guys, you can come up with a plan Tomorrow…. right now we got a' open dance floor, unlimited drinks and a Karaoke competition that's about ta kick off in ten"

The word 'Karaoke' was enough to snap Jay back to reality. "Did you say Karaoke?"

"Yes, I did."

"Do they hav-"

"Yes, they have Queen"

Jay nearly looked as if someone had told him the best news of his life. "Oh thank god" maybe Harley was right. Worrying would have to wait.

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The rest of the night went on with few hang ups. Drinks poured, music played and poorly screeched lyrics kept the mood upbeat.

The Karaoke stage hosted performance after performance, some more enthusiastic than others. Some painful, others surprisingly pleasant. Jay's teetered off the edge of both categories, but when "somebody to love" burst through those speakers, he'd sung it with his whole chest. The best performance by a long shot though had to be Ivy's who's affinity for 50's ballads lent to her beautifully rich voice and her's was closely followed by the Dent's who'd decided to attempt a duet with no chorus which everyone found somewhat impressive.

Emotions did flare up once or twice though, as they tend to do when it comes to villain gatherings. Ed and Jay got into a fight about something stupid and unimportant, both obviously enjoying themselves, Bane and Croc engaged in an arm wrestle that woefully ended in a tie, and Jay inevitably got worked up about Batman again, this time with a crowd of eager listeners somewhat entertained by his rambling, giving questionable advice here and there.

At the get-together's height, the dance floor had filled to the point where Penguin was just about ready to call the whole event off until Riddler dragged him on to the floor himself.

After another hour or so the party wound down some more and the night devolved into quiet discussions between friends, everyone either ready to leave or half asleep. Eventually Jay and Two-face of all people were left alone. Once Ed, Crow, Hatter and the rest had gone home.

Jay always liked Harv, for someone known for his temper he seemed to have a lot of patience and Jay found both of his selves uniquely interesting in their own ways. Harvey the "handsome" one was always very nice, easily flustered, and had a sadness in his eyes that was hard to ignore. "Dent", the one famous for all those 2 themed crimes, was a bold individual and one of the most brutally honest people he knew. That night though, even he seemed a little sad. He admitted later that it was because it'd been a while since he'd gotten to talk to his old pal Bruce, someone Jay was mildly familiar with of course, and they spent the rest of the night discussing Batman and wayne and how they seemed so similar until it really was time to head home.

sometime after midnight, long after everyone had either left or found someplace to pass out, Harley broke up with her girl gang again to come get Jay who'd fallen asleep in an empty booth.

"Wake up clown" she said loudly, nudging him a bit. Jay giggled quietly in response, turning over after a moment and opening his eyes.

"Oohh what's up??"

"Time to go."

"Aw…" Jay huffed disappointedly, then did his best to sit up straight, his head slowly spinning as he did so "ah jeeze…"

"Don't worry I called one of your guys, he's waiting outside." She explained "I dragged you here, might as well drag you home"

"You did that for me?" Jay smiled "That's so nice…."

"Mhm" carefully, she took his hand got him to his feet, doing her best to keep him up straight. As they headed out they met up with Ivy at the door

"Taking pennywise home?" She asked

"It'll only take a minute" Harley assured

"Alright… don't take too long…" she turned to leave but before she could, Jay suddenly spoke up.

"H-hey, Wait!"

Ivy turned around, brow raised "You have something to say to me?"

"Uh… yeah? I mean… sort of? I just, uh… wanted to say i'm sorry for… messing up your garden all those times…."

Ivy blinked "Why are you telling me this now?"

"I just thought you shud kno…. And that um…. Maybe you'd hate me…. A little less... if I said sorry for once..." the frown on Jays face was absolutely pitiful, Ivy could only roll her eyes.

"I don't hate you… Joker"

"Oh?"

"I just think you're annoying…."

"Oh…." Jay couldn't really tell if that was any better but at the moment he was too drunk to care. "Okay…"

With that ivy turned around to join Kat and Livewire

"Thanks for the apology though I suppose…Take care of yourself…. And, Harley don't take too long… it's only 1:00am we still have plans."

"Don't worry Ive's i'll catch up."

after one last look, Ivy went back on her way and Harley continued walking J to his car.

As they went Jay hummed to himself, swaying slightly, until a certain thought made him go quiet again.

"....Harley….?" He asked suddenly.

"Yeah, J?"

"Am I a bad friend?" The question just as out of the blue as his apology to Ivy….

Harley looked at him, concerned "Why do ya ask?"

"I just…. Please?" He pleaded. Harley hesitated for a long moment but decided being honest was probably best.

" not exactly but… maybe sometimes"

"Hm…" Jay decided he'd have to work on that

"But I also know ya don't really wanna hurt anybody…. That you try your best everyday ta make people happy and that you've been through just as much any of us…. A few mean comments an' dumb pranks ain't gonna make anybody think you're the devil or somethin'….not me or any of the other guys... "

Jay had to smile at that, Harley always had something smart or nice to say no matter what. still, her answer only made him feel worse about how he'd been earlier when she was just trying to help… he really, honestly, didn't deserve her…. But the least he could do was let her know he was glad to have her...

"Harley…?"

"Yeah, J…"

"Thanks for being really, really great all the time… and… y'know… around… " Harley smiled as she secured his arm around her shoulders.

"Thanks J..."

"also sorry for sucking sometimes..."

She sighed. "It's fine Jay…."

carefully, she hauled his ragdolling body a few more feet and shoved him into the back seat of his car. J grunting as his head hit the leather seat.

"Now go home an' try not to get lost on your way to the door" She said sternly. Jay gave her a lazy wink and a pair of wobbly finger guns.

"Gotcha."

with that,Harley slammed the door shut and the J-Mobile's engine roared to life. One his lackeys sitting in the driver's seat.

"Where to boss? HQ?"

"Yup… ah, sorry t' call ya out so late…"

"S'alright boss…. Don't worry about it"

As the car lurched forward, street lights shining in through the windows as snow fell ever so lightly over Gotham like a dusting of fresh powdered sugar, Jay did inevitably start thinking about Batman again, wondering when he'd come back, desperately wishing he knew anything about where he was right now….

The thoughts were hard to ignore and when he got home he knew he'd be surrounded by the same walls he'd spent the last month trapped with them in…. even so, the world felt a little less washed out than it had before he left, and it wasn't just because of the alcohol swirling in his blood.

He may not have had Batman... But today reminded him he wasn't alone.

He had friends… real friends… In a way he'd always considered them such… but deep down there was always doubt. I mean sure he got along better with some than others, but after knowing people so long he shouldn't have been so dumb to think they hated him as much as he thought they did.

When you're a villain in Gotham sometimes all you have are other weirdos in the same boat as you to help keep you and everyone else afloat. People need people in more ways than one… and as Jay drifted off to sleep in the back of his gaudy getaway vehicle, laying in a position that was just barely comfortable, he pushed his worries aside and made sure that was something he'd never let himself forget.

~ End ~

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pussywiki · 8 years ago

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all of the vaguely nsfw asks (u can skip some of ure not comfortable answering them)

Omg thank you angel!! I might have to put this under a cut, but we’ll see

1. Are looks important in a relationship?: To an extent, but they are in no way the most important thing in a relationship

2. Are relationships ever worth it?: Absolutely

3. Are you a virgin?: I am

4. Are you in a relationship?: Yes

5. Are you in love?: Yea

6. Are you single this year?: No

7. Can you commit to one person?: Yup

8. Describe your crush: Does Shana still count as a crush if I’m dating her?

9. Describe your perfect mate: Chill, respectful, good sense of humor, supportive, likes animals, and probably some other stuff but I can’t think of more rn. It’s all personality stuff tho

10. Do you believe in love at first sight?: No

11. Do you ever want to get married?: Maybe someday

12. Do you forgive betrayal?: Very rarely

13. Do you get jealous easily?: Depends, but usually yea

14. Do you have a crush on anyone?: Does Shana count?

15. Do you have any piercings?: I have my septum, my belly button, and my ears pierced

16. Do you have any tattoos?: No, but I really want some!! I have tons planned

17. Do you like kissing in public?: Yup

20. Do you shower every day?: Yea

21. Do you think someone has feelings for you?: I mean I’d like to think my gf does

22. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?: Idk, probably not

23. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?: Totally

24. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?: Probably not

25. Do you want to be in a relationship this year?: Ya. Im a relationship person

26. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?: mmhmm

27. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you?: Nope

28. Have you ever been cheated on?: Not to my knowledge

29. Have you ever cheated on someone?: No

30. Have you ever considered plastic surgery? If so, what would you change about your body?: I’ve never seriously considered plastic surgery

31. Have you ever cried over a guy/girl?: I have

32. Have you ever experienced unrequited love?: Nope

33. Have you ever had sex with a man?: No

34. Have you ever had sex with a woman?: No

35. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?: Ye

36. Have you ever liked one of your best friends?: Only briefly

37. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?: Yes

38. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?: No

39. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?: Surprisingly no

40. Have you ever written a song or poem for someone?: Many

41. Have you had sex so far this year?: No

42. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander?: Not long, I’m really handsy

43. How long was your longest relationship?: 8 months

44. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?: 2 girlfriends, 1 boyfriend

45. How many people did you kiss in 2012/2013?: I’m not sure

46. How many times did you have sex last year?: zero

47. How old are you?: I’m a minor and that’s all u gotta know

48. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?: I’d probably ask to talk about it, but ultimately I’d respect whatever she chooses to do. She deserves to be happy, even if it isn’t with me

49. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her?: How supportive she is!

50. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?: Lmao fuck no

51. Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for?: Yesm

52. Is there anyone you’ve given up on? Why?: There is, but I don’t really want to get into it

53. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?: Yea

54. Is there someone you will never forget?: Yup

55. Share a relationship story.: My current partner and I are still making our stories, and I’d rather keep my other two relationships pretty private. I’m still very close w my ex bf, we actually work together a ton on projects, so I don’t want to share things about him just in case he doesn’t feel comfortable w it

56. State 8 facts about your body: I’m double jointed in my hips, I have freckles on most parts of my body, I have birthmark on my right calf, I have a mole on my left hand, I have a bad heart, my shoulder blades never settled, my collar bones stick out, I have a weirdly long tongue

57. Things you want to say to an ex: Choke

58. What are five ways to win your heart?: Remembering little things, random sweet texts, not making fun of my interests, being passionate, communicating

59. What do you look like? (Post a picture!): I look really bad rn so I don’t want to post a pic, but here is my selfie tag!

60. What is the biggest age difference between you and any of your partners?: One year

61. What is the first thing you notice in someone?: How they carry and present themselves

62. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you?: Is it bad that the first thing that came to mind was remember my chipotle order...I’m honestly not sure

63. What is your definition of “having sex”?: Any situation where you are pleasuring someone/being pleasured sexually, be it with mouths, fingers, toys, whatever.

64. What is your definition of cheating?: Doing anything with another person that was not previously discussed with your partner, or was discussed and your partner wasn’t okay with it. Like say you talked about whether or not it was okay to kiss other people and your partner said they aren’t okay with that, but you go and kiss other people anyway, that would technically be cheating

65. What is your favourite foreplay routine?: I’m not comfy answering this

66. What is your favourite roleplay?: Or this

67. What is your idea of the perfect date?: Going to a bookstore and then just wandering around town. I’m also a big fan of lunch dates

68. What is your sexual orientation?: I’m a lesbian

69. What turns you off?: Being rude, and bad breath are the main two

70. What turns you on?: Marking, being rough, dirty talk, good kissers, and like a lot more

71. What was your kinkiest wet dream?: I don’t remember tbh

72. What words do you like to hear during sex?: I don’t feel comfy answering

73. What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you?: idk like get me ice cream or smthn

74. What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for?: Pretty eyes

75. What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you?: Nothings coming to mind rn I feel so bad. So many people have done really sweet things for me, but I don’t know what’s the sweetest

76. What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone?: The first thing that came to mind was I got Em the giant yarn she’d been eyeing for Christmas like a year or two ago

77. What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships?: I have really mixed feelings tbh. I think that as long as both people are in the same stage of neural development it should be okay, but at the same time im kinda :/// about extreme age gaps

78. What’s your dirtiest secret?: I don’t really have any dirty secrets, I feel like I talk about all the dirty stuff I’ve done

79. When was the last time you felt jealous? Why?: I haven’t felt jealous in a while, surprisingly. Not sure if that’s good or bad

80. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?: Like just a couple minutes ago!

81. Who are five people you find attractive?: My gf, Kat Mcnamara, Karla Souza, Aja Naomi King, Daddy Oreo, Alisha Wainwright

82. Who is the last person you hugged?: My momma

83. Who was your first kiss with?: My oldest friend (that one bf)

84. Why did your last relationship fail?: She was really abusive and I was like :/// no

85. Would you ever date someone off of the Internet?: Yeet

#ask riddle #thank u sm omg #ask me questions angels I'm in the mood to overshare #Anonymous

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Fanatics Halloween Special 2017

Whew, I finally got it done. I realize I'm a day later but between work and the Halloween party last night I didn't have time to finish. And it got really long without me noticing. Anyway, it was fun to write so I hope you enjoy it. Happy belated Halloween!

Halloween Special 2017

*Disclaimer: holiday specials not necessarily canon to the timeline.*

Damien Entropy stalks through the dark gymnasium of Saint Double U’s High School. It’s been decorated for the upcoming Halloween dance. He rolls up a large skull shaped rug in the middle of the room, pulls out a permanent marker, and draws something on the floor. Once he’s finished, he steps back to admire his work.

“Oh, yes,” he purrs, “this will absolutely perfect. What a fun Halloween this will be.” He puts the rug back in place and leaves the school, a sinister grin on his face. The Halloween dance is Tuesday night. By Wednesday morning, he will have a whole army bending to his will.

He laughs maniacally as he disappears into the night.

Johnny, Devi, and Tenna crowd around Squee, little paintbrushes in their hands. They dab colours onto Squee’s face as they argue amongst themselves.

“We should add more blood here,” Tenna says.

“No, more dead skin,” Devi argues.

“Neither of you even know what dead skin looks like,” Nny scoffs, “it’s more brown, like this.” “Can you guys hurry up?” Squee groans impatiently, “the others will be here any minute.”

“Alright, alright, we’re done,” Nny says as they step back. Devi hands Squee a mirror and he checks himself out.

He’s been dressed up to look like a zombie. He’s wearing old, hole-y shoes, ripped black pants, and a t-shirt that has an exposed ribcage on it. Any exposed skin- including his face- has been painted to look rotting and covered in dried blood. Even parts of his hair have been painted to look red.

“Wow, I look awesome!” he exclaims, “thanks, guys.”

“No problem,” Devi smiles.

The doorbell goes off and Squee hurries to the door. He opens it to Pepito, leaning against the doorframe. He’s dressed as a cowboy, complete with a 10-gallon hat, leather vest, checkered neckerchief, and boots and spurs.

“Howdy, pardner,” he says in a bad southern accent.

“Hi, Pepito,” Squee laughs.

“Squee!” Dib cheers as he rushes up the walk. “You look so cool!”

“Thanks,” he chimes, “so do you.”

Dib is dressed as a dark purple Cthulhu monster. He has four fake tentacles strapped to his chin and two fake wings hanging from his back. He’s wearing a padded jacket to make himself look more muscular and fake claws on his feet and hands.

“And, Zim, looking good as always,” Squee comments.

“I know,” Zim nods. The only difference between him now and every other day is that he isn’t in his human disguise.

“You ready?” Pepito asks.

“Yeah,” Squee nods as he grabs his bag and Shmee.

“Awesome. I’ll go grab Colton,” he says as he heads next door.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” Squee waves as he leaves.

“Have fun,” Devi chirps.

“Don’t cause too much trouble,” Nny adds.

“Don’t get drunk!” Tenna says.

“It’s a high school party, Ten,” Squee points out, “there’s not gonna be any alcohol.”

He closes the door behind him and follows Dib and Zim to the car while Pepito bangs on Colton’s front door.

“Colton! If you’re not out here in ten seconds, we’re leaving without you!” he warns.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Colton growls as he opens his door. He’s dressed like a zombie too, but unlike Squee he has a bit more specifications. He’s an Elvis zombie, with a frazzled, pompadour wig and a bedazzled leather coat. “What do you think?”

“I think that costumes too cool for you,” Pepito comments.

“I think you look good, Colton,” Squee says.

“Thanks, my undead brother,” Colton smirks.

Everybody squeezes into the car, Dib in the driver’s seat- being mindful of his wings- Zim in the passenger seat, and Pepito, Squee, and Colton in the back.

“Where is Gaz?” Squee asks.

“She’s already at the dance with Maddie,” Dib replies.

“And Carmen?”

“She said she’s gonna meet us there,” Pepito says.

Dib starts the car and they drive through the darkening city streets to Saint Double U’s High School.

This year Saint Double U’s- the most prestigious high school in the city- is hosting a Halloween party for all High School students, as long as they bought a ticket beforehand. Zim managed to convince Dib, Gaz, Pepito, and Squee to attend and they agreed to bring along Maddie, Carson, and Carmen for added fun.

They arrive at Saint Double U’s and Dib parks the car in the only empty spot about a block away. The entire street and the school parking lot are completely filled up.

They get out and walk up to the school together. The front yard is filled with costumed teenagers chatting amongst each other in groups. There’s a short line going up to the front doors, where an adult is standing guard, taking tickets.

The boys spot Gaz, Maddie, and Carmen standing off to the side. Gaz is dressed as a bloody pig with fangs- a vampire piggy. Maddie is dressed as the main character of their favourite game, Vampire Piggy Hunter. Carmen is dressed as a princess with a poofy, pink dress and a tiara.

Surprisingly enough, Tak is standing with them. She’s not in her human disguise, so her true cyborg-Irken self is on full display.

“Evenin’ ladies,” Pepito says in his bad accent as they approach the girls.

“Don’t talk like that,” Gaz grunts with annoyance. Pepito scoffs and pouts.

“Hey, Kat,” Squee says, “or is it Tak right now?” “Either or,” Tak shrugs, “Gaz told me about how Zim doesn’t wear his disguise on Halloween so I wanted to do it too.”

“Copycat,” Zim growls.

“Everyone ready to go inside?” Dib asks.

“Yeah!” Colton cheers, “let’s get this party started.” They all get in line together and hand their tickets to the bouncer. They walk down the dimly lit hall to the gym, following the pounding music and flashing lights.

The gymnasium doors are propped open and there are orange streamers hanging from the top of the doorframe. They push them aside as they go in and look around.

The large room is lit up by orange string lights hanging from the ceiling, and small spotlights that flash periodically. Against the wall closest to the door are a bunch of tables and chairs. On the far end are long tables holding different Halloween-themed food and drinks. There’s a small stage set up against the right wall in the middle of the room which is holding a DJ that’s playing bumping music. And there are nearly a hundred teenagers dressed in all kinds of different costumes- horror, fantasy, cheap, expensive. The whole room is filled with the loud dance music and everyone trying to talk over it.

“Oooh,” Squee moans uncomfortably as he clutches Shmee. “I’m having second thoughts about this.”

“Don’t worry,” Pepito says reassuringly as he holds him close. “I’ll take care of you.” “This is my first time at a big dance like this,” Maddie says nervously.

“Me too,” Colton adds with a tad more excitement but his nerves are evident on his face. “What should we do first? Dance? Talk to some chicks?”

“How about you just relax,” Carmen suggests.

“I want some food,” Gaz grunts. Maddie follows her like a lost puppy.

“Yeah, me too,” Squee agrees, pulling Pepito along with him. Colton squirms nervously before following them.

“I’m gonna go mingle,” Carmen chirps and disappears into the sea of teens. That leaves Zim, Dib, and Tak standing awkwardly by the door.

“So…what do humans do at a dance?” Zim asks.

“I’m not really the person to ask,” Dib replies.

“Do as the other humans do,” Tak says before trotting off into the crowd. The boys stare after her.

“She’s a lot smoother than you,” Dib comments. Zim growls with irritation.

“Ugh, who let in the trash?”

They turn around to a familiar face; an annoying, familiar face.

Jeff Von, the vampire, approaches them. He’s dressed like a classic vampire in classy suit and a cape. He’s smirking at them arrogantly, his fangs sparkling in the orange lights.

“What do you want, vampire?” Dib growls.

“That should be my line,” Jeff retorts.

“But Dib’s not a vampire,” Zim points out.

“No, I meant the…the ‘what do you…want’,” Jeff stammers, flustered before snapping, “shut up!” “Beat it, Von,” Dib snaps, “we all paid for our tickets, just like everyone else.”

“So I suppose the rest of your crew is here?” he asks, “you better hope I don’t run into them. I tend to get…frisky after nightfall.”

He licks his fangs before disappearing into the crowd. Zim and Dib glare after him.

“He wouldn’t actually attack someone in the middle of the party,” Dib scoffs, “would he?”

“Not our problem,” Zim declares, “our comrades can take care of themselves. Now, let’s party.”

He shoves a rather reluctant Dib onto the dance floor to mingle with all the dancing teens.

Meanwhile, at the food tables, Gaz and Squee pig out on the desserts and punch. Pepito stays close, watching everyone dance with a content smile. Maddie drinks a glass of punch, uncomfortably looking away while Colton fidgets awkwardly.

“If only they chose to do a live band, then we could’ve volunteered,” Pepito says.

“I-I don’t know,” Maddie mutters, “I’m not sure I’m ready to perform in front of a crowd yet.”

“Aw, but your voice is great,” he comments.

She smiles bashfully behind her cup.

Pepito glances at Colton and rolls his eyes with irritation.

“Colton, if you wanna go mingle then go ahead,” he says.

“By-by myself?” Colton murmurs nervously before shaking it off. “I-I mean, I could but… I…can’t just ditch my bro.” He wraps his arm around Squee’s shoulders and squeezes him tight. Squee swallows a mouthful of cake and looks at him with confusion. “Huh?” Pepito smiles wearily and rolls his eyes.

The song changes and Pepito grins excitedly. “Oh, I love this song. Squee, wanna dance?”

“Huh?” Squee squeaks, “but I-I don’t know how to dance.”

“Neither does anyone else here,” he points out, “come on. Look, even Zim and Dib are dancing.” He points at the two of them in the middle of the dance floor. Dib is just standing there awkwardly while Zim kind of hops in place, trying to emulate the other dancing teens. “Er…kind of.” “Um…well, okay,” Squee relents.

“Yay!” Pepito cheers giddily and grabs Squee’s arm before leading him onto the dance floor. They meet up with Zim and Dib in the middle of the dance floor, over top of a large skull mat. They smile excitedly at each other, squeeze together, and bounce along to the music.

Gaz watches them, smiling softly as she munches on a cupcake. “What a bunch of dorks.”

The party progresses smoothly. Gaz, Maddie, and Colton don’t wander very far from the food. Colton would like to, but he’s too nervous. Zim, Dib, Pepito, and Squee rock out on the dance floor, having a good time.

At some point, Tak exits the sea of teens and joins Gaz, Maddie, and Colton. Without a word, she leans against the table next to Gaz and glares ahead.

“So, Tak, right?” Colton says, “we haven’t been properly introduced. I’m Colton and-.”

She puts her hand in front of his face, cutting him off. “I don’t care.”

Colton shuts his mouth and looks away, pouting.

Midnight arrives quickly and unbeknownst to everyone. They’re all too caught up in their fun.

But there is one person who has been watching the time all night, closely and anxiously. And when the clock finally strikes 12:00 he smirks maliciously.

He approaches the stage and whispers to the DJ. He looks at him questionably before turning down the music and handing him the mic.

All of the kids groan with annoyance at the silence and face the stage. The disrupter clears his throat as he holds the mic.

“Hello, everyone. My apologies for interrupting your fun,” he says, “for those of you who don’t know me, I am Damien Entropy. I helped organize this little dance and I have to say I’m very happy to see the turn out. And as thanks I have a little surprise for everyone. So, on behalf of myself, Happy Halloween!”

Everyone cheers, excited and ready to get back to partying. Amidst the enthusiasm, Damien smirks and adds, “and welcome to my army.”

“Wait, what did he-?” Zim starts to ask. He’s cut off by an odd glowing light coming from the floor.

Everyone looks down as an eerie, light blue glow streams in out from under the skull mat. They chatter amongst themselves, asking what it is, as the light gets brighter and brighter.

A sudden bad feeling rushes down Squee’s spine.

“Squee, we gotta move!” Shmee orders.

Without a second thought, he grabs the backs of Zim, Dib, and Pepito’s shirts and yanks them off the mat. The light nearly becomes blinding before exploding. There’s no fire, but it blows everyone on the dance floor off their feet.

Zim, Dib, Pepito, and Squee hit the floor hard and slide a couple of inches. They groan and writhe a second, their bones aching.

“Are you guys okay?” Gaz asks as she, Maddie, and Colton rush up to them.

“What the hell was that?” Pepito questions as they sit up.

“Is everyone okay?” Dib asks and looks around. Everyone outside the dance floor is groaning and getting up, like they are. But the many on the dance floor, especially near the skull rug, aren’t moving.

“That weirdo is gone!” Zim exclaims. The DJ is on the floor but Damien Entropy is nowhere to be seen.

“Be careful, Squee,�� Shmee warns.

“I got a bad feeling,” Squee mutters.

Colton looks around nervously and spots Carmen still lying on the floor.

“Carmen!” he exclaims and starts to rush over.

“Colton, no!” Squee snaps as he grabs his arm, holding him back.

“But Carmen!” he says.

“I know but something’s wrong,” Squee insists.

“Squee’s right,” Pepito agrees, “there’s a heavy amount of dark energy in the air. Whoever that guy was, he did something evil.” The kids cluster close together as they watch all of the other teens, still unmoving on the dance floor. They don’t even appear to be breathing. It’s unsettling and no one’s sure what to do.

Suddenly, the gymnasium lights turn on with a loud click. Everyone jumps and immediately covers their eyes, temporarily blinded by the sudden brightness.

One of the unconscious teens starts stirring. She gets up on her hands and knees, slowly and awkwardly, like she’s just getting used to moving again.

“Hey, are you okay?” Dib calls out to her.

She doesn’t reply. Just moans quietly.

“I don’t like this,” Squee mutters and squeezes Shmee.

One of the other bystanders who managed to avoid the blast- a boy Zim and the others don’t know- cautiously approaches the girl. He starts to reach out to her when, without warning, she lunges at him and bites his arm. He shrieks in pain as her unnaturally sharp teeth rips into his flesh.

“Jesus Christ!” Colton cries.

Simultaneously, all of the other unconscious teens start waking up and slowly rising to their feet. But none of them are normal. Their teeth have somehow gotten sharper, like jagged fangs, and their eyes are completely white and hold no life.

“They’re…they-they’re…” Dib stammers.

“Zombies!” Zim and Squee cry.

The zombie teenagers charge at the few living teens cowering by the walls. Everyone starts screaming and panicking as they try to get away.

A zombie lunges at Maddie. She yelps and brings up her arms in a futile attempt to block.

Zim’s spider legs suddenly shoot out and block her. The zombie bites down on one and quickly retracts, spitting and moaning.

“Come on!” Zim orders, “we gotta move!”

The Battalion, along with Maddie and Colton, rush around the crowd of zombies. Zim’s spider legs shove them back when they try to lunge at them.

They make it about halfway through the gym when another zombie leaps at them. Zim’s spider leg keeps it at bay, but everyone stops when they get a good look at her.

“Carmen,” Pepito sighs miserably.

The undead Carmen moans unintelligibly as she tries to climb past Zim’s spider leg. She nearly makes it and swipes at Pepito. Before she can hit him, a different spider leg shoots past him and knocks her away.

Tak retracts her legs as she steps up to the group. “Forget her. We gotta move.”

Pepito, Squee, Colton, and Maddie sigh hopelessly but nod. They start moving again and hurry to the gymnasium doors.

They make it safely and quickly burst through into the hallway, slamming the doors shut behind them. They hold them closed as the zombies start banging against it.

“We need something to hold it shut,” Squee orders.

“Hang on,” Maddie says and hurries to a nearby door. It’s a supplies closet. She opens it and grabs a broom. They stick the handle through the handles of the doors. The zombies bang against them but the broom manages to hold it shut.

“That won’t hold for long,” Zim points out, “let’s go.”

The kids hurry through empty hallway, duly noting that the lights are on in here too. They arrive quickly to the front doors and push against them, but they don’t open.

“Locked?” Dib questions with disbelief.

“There’s gotta be another door,” Zim says and points down another hall. “Come on.”

They race down the adjacent hallway to a side door, but that one is locked too.

“We’ve been locked in!” Colton exclaims fearfully.

“Okay… but on the bright side, if this zombie virus is contagious, at least it won’t spread to the outside world,” Dib points out hopefully.

“But we’re trapped in here with them!” Squee retorts.

“What are we going to do?” Gaz asks.

Before anyone can answer, they hear a loud snap from farther in the school.

“They broke through the door,” Zim states, “we need to find a place to hide. Then we’ll come up with a plan.” They hurry through the halls of the school, trying to find a place to hide. But most of the doors are locked.

Finally, they stumble upon the washrooms and hurry into the boy’s, locking the door behind them.

“What are you losers doing?” a voice says. They turn around and see Jeff Von sitting on the counter by the sinks. He’s with a Goth girl who’s smoking a cigarette.

“You don’t know what just happened?” Dib asks with disbelief.

“No,” Jeff scoffs like it’s super obvious. “We’ve been here the last hour.”

“Some freak just turned everyone into zombies!” he exclaims.

“Zombies?” the girl smirks, “that’s sick.” “Zombies, huh?” Jeff questions, “it was probably Entropy, that fucking dork.” “You know him?” Pepito asks.

“Yeah, we’re in the same class,” he replies, “he’s always going on about the dead and necromancy and shit.”

“What kind of people go to this school?” Squee questions.

Zim and Tak suddenly shush everyone. They quiet down and listen. Footsteps can be heard outside the door. They sound loud and clumsy, like whoever’s making them is stumbling.

“We need to come up with a plan,” Zim says quietly.

“Let’s just smash a window and get the fuck out,” Jeff shrugs.

“No,” Dib says sternly, “we can’t risk this virus spreading.”

“Maybe it doesn’t spread,” Squee suggests, “I’ve dealt with zombies before and they couldn’t make other zombies.” “Maybe he’s right,” Pepito agrees, “none of us saw what happened to those kids who got bit. Maybe they just got eaten and died?”

“No, this virus would definitely be spreadable,” Jeff says, “Entropy always wanted a zombie army. He’s done fucking presentations on it for his future career.”

“What a freak,” Gaz comments.

“Fine, so we can’t break out,” Zim grunts.

“Then what do we do?” Gaz asks.

“We gotta find a way to stop this,” Dib replies.

“But how?” Pepito asks.

“Blow up the school?” Squee suggests as he grabs a Smiley Bomb from his bag.

“Let’s use that as a last resort,” Dib says, “I would like to try and reverse this. These people don’t deserve what happened to them.”

“If we can get our hands on this Entropy, maybe we can make him spill the effects of his spell,” Zim suggests.

“But we don’t know where he is,” Gaz points out, “he could be long gone by now.” “I doubt it,” Jeff says, “Entropy is a total voyeur. He’s probably hanging around somewhere, watching the show.” “The security room!” Squee says with realization. “That’s why the power was turned on so he could watch us through the cameras.”

“Alright. So we find the security room, we find Entropy,” Zim smirks.

“Jeff, can you tell us where the security room is?” Squee asks.

“I could,” he shrugs, “but I want something in return.” “What?” Dib asks suspiciously.

He licks his fangs. “A taste of one of you delicious humans.” They all shudder with disgust.

“Forget it, we don’t need you,” Zim snaps, “we’ll find it ourselves.”

“Suit yourselves,” Jeff shrugs, “it’s not my problem. As a vampire, Entropy’s dumb virus won’t have any effect on me.”

“It’ll be a problem if every human turns into a zombie,” Dib points out, “then who will you feed on?” “My family’s got their own blood bank for emergencies. It could last us years,” Jeff says and pats the Goth girl’s hip. “And I’ve got Nightshade here too, so I’m all good. She loves it when I feed from her.”

“So kinky,” she purrs and nuzzles his neck.

The kids once again shudder with disgust.

“Okay, let’s get out of here before I vomit,” Zim groans.

“All we gotta do is find the security room,” Dib says.

“Maddie, Colton, maybe you guys should stay here?” Squee suggests.

“I’d really rather not stay with the kinky vampire,” Colton says. Maddie nods agreeably.

“Fine, then stay close,” Zim orders, “that goes for everyone. Stick together.”

Everyone nods affirmatively. Then Zim looks at Tak.

“Except you,” he says, “you can do whatever you want. I don’t care.” She scoffs with annoyance.

Zim unlocks the door and they step out.

The hallway is quiet and empty. They look around frantically and nervously as they walk away from the washroom. They move cautiously and clustered together like a school of fish.

“So anyone know where to start?” Zim asks quietly.

“This school has two floors,” Dib says, “which one is most likely to hold the security room?”

“Uh maybe the top floor?” Squee suggests.

“Then we might as well check the rest of this floor if we’re gonna go up,” Gaz points out.

“But that’ll take long,” Pepito retorts.

“What if we just split up to cover more ground?” Tak suggests.

“No!” the Battalion exclaim simultaneously, making Tak jump with surprise.

“Haven’t you seen any horror movie ever?” Dib asks, “splitting up is always a terrible idea.” “He’s right,” Zim agrees, “better we stick together and not risk losing anyone.”

“Fine,” Tak sighs, “but then it’s gonna take a long time.”

“So be it,” Zim huffs.

They continue nervously down the hall. They’re all so on edge that the slightest noise makes them jump. But no zombies appear thankfully.

It takes them about five minutes to reach the end of the hall. By then Tak is about ready to lose her mind.

“Ugh, forget this,” she snaps, stepping away from the group. “This is taking too long. I’m going on ahead by myself.”

They stare at her blankly before shrugging.

“Fine,” Zim says, “we don’t care what you do.” “Yeah, besides maybe the zombies won’t even be attracted to you since you’re not human,” Dib points out.

“And half mechanical,” Squee adds.

Tak scoffs before marching ahead. They stare after her quietly until she disappears around the corner. Then they continue after her at their slow pace.

They near another hallway without incident when suddenly the sounds of footsteps echoing on the floor reach their ears.

They spin around as a kid races down the hall towards them. He looks terrified and panicked.

“Please, help me!” he begs.

Dib starts to step forward but Zim stops him. “Hold on.” A zombie appears behind the boy. It tackles him to the ground and bites his shoulder. The boy’s shrieks bounce off the walls.

The kids watch in horror as the zombie gets off its victim. The boy lies there for a second, moaning and sobbing. The moans quickly turn into something non-human as he starts convulsing and foaming at the mouth.

He stops almost disturbingly quickly and lies there, quiet and still. Then he lifts his head and snarls, drool dripping from his sharpened teeth and his white, lifeless eyes glaring at the kids.

“Well, that answers the contagion question,” Dib whimpers.

“Run!” Zim orders.

They turn tail and book it down the hall. The two zombies chase after them like wild animals, snarling and spitting.

They run without any destination in mind, just trying to find a way to lose the zombies. They spot an opening farther down the hall leading to a wide staircase.

“The stairs!” Squee exclaims.

“Hurry!” Zim orders.

They start to turn to go up the stairs without slowing down, but slide to a clumsy stop when they see the stairwell isn’t empty. There are four zombie punk teens chilling on the steps. They look at the kids blankly before howling and leaping at them.

The kids scream and jump out of the way, dodging the flying zombies. Then before any of them can stop to think, they all race off in different directions: Zim disappears down the hallway in front of the staircase, Dib and Pepito slide around the first two zombies and go back down the first hall, Gaz and Maddie go around the punk zombies and up the stairs, and Squee and Colton continue down the first hallway, past the staircase.

The first two zombies spot Dib and Pepito going past them and immediately chase after them. The four punk zombies- after untangling themselves from their mess on the floor- split into groups of two and chase after Squee and Colton and Zim.

Colton quickly loses his breath as he tries to keep up with Squee. He slows down, panting heavily and holding his heaving chest.

Squee sees Colton lagging. He grabs him by the arm and throws open a random classroom door that’s thankfully unlocked. They dive inside it and lock the door in the zombies’ faces.

The zombies snarl and growl as they scratch against the door, their faces pressed up against the window. Squee and Colton stare at them, speechless and frightened.

“Suddenly our zombie costumes don’t seem so cutesy,” Colton mutters.

“Yeah,” Squee sighs.

“What do we do now?” he asks, “we’re trapped.”

“I know,” Squee says as he digs around in his bag. “But we gotta get out of here and find the others.” “But how?” Colton asks frantically.

Squee pulls a Sleepy Bomb from his bag and hands it to him. “When I tell you to, set it off and throw it. Just twist the pin and pull it, understand?”

“Ye-yeah,” Colton nods.

“Good, now go stand in that corner,” he orders and nudges him to the corner furthest from the door.

Colton moves hesitantly and watches Squee closely. He ducks down, out of sight amongst the desks, and crawls to the right side of the door. He stands up, his back pressed against the wall so the zombies can’t see him, and grabs the knob. He’s trembling and scared but he squeezes Shmee and swallows his fear.

“Ready?” Squee asks.

Colton nods and holds up the bomb.

Squee unlocks the door and the zombies immediately throw it up. Squee jumps back and they lunge after him.

“Colton, now! Throw it!” he shouts.

Colton tries to pull the pin but it doesn’t come out.

“It’s not working!” Colton exclaims.

“You gotta twist it!”

“I’m trying!”

“Squeeze the trigger!”

One of the zombies spots Colton off in the corner and veers off towards him. Colton sees it coming and whimpers fearfully, freezing in place. The zombie shoves desks out of the way and charges at him.

“Colton!” Squee cries. He jumps up onto a desk and hops across them, racing to him. Then something catches his ankle and he falls hard, crashing onto the desk tops. He looks back at the other zombie as it tries pulling him back.

“Let go!” Squee snaps and kicks it in the face. Then he jumps back to his feet and runs to Colton, grabbing one of his knives from his bag.

The zombie leaps at him. Colton screams and brings his arms up to block. Squee jumps and lifts his knife.

The zombie bites down on Colton’s arm as Squee hits it in the back of its head with the handle of his knife.

The zombie lets go of Colton as it gurgles in pain. Squee kicks it to the floor and grabs Colton’s uninjured arm. He pulls him away and they race out of the room before the zombies can catch them.

Squee leads Colton farther down the hall and into a different room. It looks like a science lab. He locks the door and faces Colton. He’s shivering and holding his arm.

“I’m sorry…Squee,” Colton whimpers, “I…screwed up.”

“It’s not your fault,” Squee says quickly.

“I don’t…wanna be a…zombie,” he mumbles.

“You’re not going to be,” Squee says sternly, “we’re gonna reverse this. I promise.” “But…it…bit me…” “I know,” he nods as he grabs his Sleepy Bomb from Colton’s hand. “But you’ll be unconscious before you can fully change.”

“Huh?” Colton grunts.

Without another word, Squee pulls the pin on the Sleepy Bomb and drops it at Colton’s feet. Then he races out of the room.

The bomb goes off as Squee closes the door behind him, filling the room with smoke. Squee hears the unmistakable noise of a body hitting the floor and winces.

He stands there silently for a second, breathing heavily. Then he slowly looks up and spots a camera hanging from the ceiling. It’s looking right at him. He glares back furiously.

“Shmee,” he grunts as he wields his other knife. The bear immediately leaps to life, landing on his head. “We’re gonna find the jerk responsible for this and we’re gonna make him pay.”

“Sounds fun,” Shmee smirks as he cracks his nonexistent knuckles.

Squee sets off down the hall back towards the stairwell.

Meanwhile, Dib and Pepito race down their hallway, the first two zombies tearing after them and catching up quickly.

“We can’t outrun them,” Dib says, “we gotta knock them out.”

“Got it,” Pepito nods.

They stop abruptly and spin. They each high kick a zombie in the head, knocking them both into each other. Their heads clonk together and they collapse to the floor.

“Wow, nice kick,” Pepito comments.

“Thanks, you too,” Dib says, “where did you learn to move like that?” “Eh, my dad made me take a bunch of self-defence courses when I was younger,” he shrugs.

“Really? Me too,” Dib says surprise.

“Really?” Pepito asks with slight disbelief.

“Yeah,” he groans, “Dad likes to be prepared for anything, even the downfall of technology. He thinks if that happens, society will collapse so he wants Gaz and me to be able to defend ourselves. That’s why Gaz is so deadly with a bat.”

“Heh, sweet,” Pepito chuckles.

Dib smiles.

“Anyway, we should probably find the others,” he says.

“Right, yeah,” Pepito nods.

They step over the unconscious zombies and head back to the stairwell. There’s an awkwardness in the air along with the general fear.

Pepito chuckles awkwardly. “Um I think this is the first time we’ve ever been alone together.”

“Oh, yeah, you’re right,” Dib nods, “usually at least Zim or Squee is with us. It’s never been just the two of us.”

They laugh forcefully, the awkwardness enough to suffocate them.

They stop suddenly when someone exits an adjacent hallway just ahead of them. They quickly recognize him as Jeff Von.

“Von,” Dib says, “what are you doing? I thought you were hiding out in the washroom.”

Jeff looks at them with white, lifeless eyes and drool dripping from his fangs. They exclaim with surprise.

“You’re zombie?” Dib exclaims, “but I thought as a vampire the virus wouldn’t affect you?”

“A zombie vampire,” Pepito scoffs, “that’s some B-rated horror movie shit right there.”

Jeff howls and charges towards them.

“Well, I don’t wanna be killed by a B-rated monster,” Dib says.

“Me neither,” Pepito growls, “besides, I’ve been wanting to beat up this punk for a long time.” They nod at each other and then ready themselves as Jeff rapidly approaches. They pull back their fists and simultaneously uppercut him in the jaw. He flies off his feet and down the hall, hitting the floor hard.

“Yeah!” Dib and Pepito cheer as they high five. They race past the unconscious Jeff and back to the stairs, complimenting each other on their nice form.

Meanwhile, the other two punk zombies lumber down the hall, sniffing for their prey. Unbeknownst to them, Zim is hiding in a nearby locker, trembling like a leaf. He watches them through the cracks as they shuffle by. Once he’s sure they’re gone, he steps out and looks around fearfully.

“I hate zombies,” he mutters bitterly, “I hate Halloween. Why’d I insist on going to this stupid dance? Why do I listen to Kio about ‘upping moral’ and ‘team building’? We could’ve all just stayed safe in the base and watched horror movies.”

He mumbles to himself as he nervously tiptoes down the hall back to the stairs, his eyes darting back and forth. He feels so alone and exposed.

“Why’d we split up? Whose dumb idea was that?” he whimpers, “where is everyone? I wish somebody would find me.”

“Zim?”

He looks down an adjacent hallway as Tak approaches him.

“Ugh, okay, I wish somebody else would find me,” he groans.

“Where are the others?” she asks.

“We got separated,” he replies, “and what are you doing?” “I couldn’t find the stairs.”

“They’re right down this hallway.”

“Oh. Okay, let’s go then.”

“Wait!” Zim exclaims. Tak stops and looks back at him questionably. “We-we should be more careful.” “Are you scared of these zombies?” she asks judgementally.

“No,” he scoffs, “they’re just…really dangerous and it would be best to be more careful.”

Tak rolls her eyes and marches down the hall. Zim flinches and chases after her. “Hey, wait for me.” Finally, on the second floor, Gaz and Maddie cautiously but steadily walk down the hallway. They haven’t run into any zombies yet. It’s eerily quiet.

Maddie looks back. “The others haven’t caught up to us yet.”

“Yeah,” Gaz grunts, “so much for sticking together.” “Should we wait for them? Or go back?” she asks.

“No, we can’t afford to waste time,” she replies, “if they’re okay then they’ll catch up to us. If not then it’s up to us to fix this.” “You mean it’s up to you,” Maddie mutters, “there’s nothing I can possibly do.” “Sure there is. Under the right amount of pressure even the most useless person can accomplish something,” Gaz argues.

“You’re so inspirational,” she comments sarcastically.

Gaz looks around, feeling very vulnerable. “Man, I could use a weapon. Let me know if you see a bat around.” Maddie glances around nervously. “Why haven’t we run into anything yet?” “Who knows,” Gaz shrugs, “maybe none of them have made it to the second floor yet.”

“But there were those zombies sitting on the steps.”

“It looked like they were just relaxing, reminiscing from when they were alive perhaps.” “How can you be so calm right now?” Maddie asks with disbelief.

“I’m not exactly calm,” Gaz shrugs, “I am pretty freaked out. But this is pretty cool too. Like Bio-war. Remember that game?”

“Yeah, it was terrible.” “It sure was. But the zombies were cool.”

“I guess,” Maddie grunts, “but this is real life, not a video game.” “Of course it is,” Gaz nods, “but we can still have fun.” Maddie stares at her with surprise and awe. She can’t help but look up to Gaz, despite being older.

They continue on for a couple minutes without incident when Gaz suddenly stops. “Hold it,” she says, sticking her arm out in front of Maddie.

A zombie lumbers out a different hallway ahead of them. It looks at them lazily.

“Go, hide,” Gaz orders, “I’ll deal with this.”

“But-,” Maddie starts to say.

“Don’t argue just hurry,” she insists.

The zombie snaps into action and charges them. Maddie flinches and races away while Gaz squares off with it. She dodges its grab and knees it in the stomach. It gasps then swipes at her. She jumps back and tries to punch it but misses. It lunges at her arm and bites. She pulls back just in time and it tears at the sleeve of her shirt.

Gaz backs up into the lockers. She looks at the zombie with fear. It snarls and starts to leap at her when a metal bat suddenly slams against the top of its head. It collapses to the ground, revealing Maddie standing behind it.

“See, what did I tell you,” Gaz smirks.

Maddie smiles bashfully and hands her the bat. She rests on her shoulder and looks down the hall.

“Let’s find this loser and end this,” she says. Maddie nods and they continue their search for the security room.

Back downstairs, Zim and Tak, Dib and Pepito, and Squee all arrive at the staircase at the same time. None of them slow when they see each and they run up the stairs together at the same speed.

“You’re all okay,” Zim states, his relief just barely noticeable.

“But we’re missing someone,” Pepito says, “Squee, where’s Colton?”

Squee doesn’t answer, just looks away painfully. Everybody glances at him worriedly, noting the living teddy bear riding atop his head. They don’t try to pry.

They reach the second floor and immediately turn right and continue down the hall. They check every door they run by, looking for some indication that it’ll lead to the security room.

After a few minutes of running around unsuccessfully, they notice something farther down the hall that makes them all slide to a stop.

Clustered around in the middle of the hall is a horde of at least twenty zombie teens. They’re sitting on the floor or standing around, staring off into space and moaning as if they’re talking to each.

They haven’t noticed the kids yet. They back away nervously before hearing a quiet ‘pst’ to their left. They look over and see Gaz and Maddie ducking in an open doorway.

The kids quickly scramble inside and they close the door.

“About time you guys caught up,” Gaz grunts.

“What’s going on?” Dib asks.

“I’m not sure,” she replies, “those zombies were all there before Maddie and I showed up. Thankfully they didn’t notice us so we were able to hide.”

Squee starts to say something but stops when Shmee pats his head. He glances up and notices a camera attached to the ceiling, staring at them.

“Zim,” he whispers. Zim catches on and unleashes his spider legs. One of them lashes out and slices the camera off the ceiling. “That’s where he is,” Squee says assuredly, “he’s using the zombies as a guard because that’s where he’s hiding.”

“Well said, Squee,” Zim smirks, “so how do we get in there?”

“Could you throw one of your smoke bombs?” Pepito asks.

“I could,” Squee shrugs, “but we’d have to wait for the smoke to dissipate before we could approach the area. And by then Entropy might’ve escaped.”

“We need the element of surprise,” Dib says, “so we can get the drop on this guy.”

Everyone contemplates the situation as they try to think of a plan. Squee looks around and notices the windows on the other side of the room. They’re able to be opened from the inside.

“I have an idea,” Squee says. Everyone looks at him, attentive.

Meanwhile, inside the security room, Damien Entropy watches the monitors closely. He’s glaring at one of the screens with annoyance. It suddenly switched to static without warning and it’s not turning back on.

“Do those fools really think they have a chance of stopping me?” he scoffs, “they’ll never get past my zombie guards unscathed. They have no chance, don’t they realize that?”

He suddenly perks up when he spots the kids leaving the classroom on another monitor. He half notices that two of them are missing but it doesn’t fully register. He’s too excited as he watches them approach the zombie guards.

In the hallway, Dib, Gaz, Pepito, Squee- with Shmee of his head- and Maddie march up to the horde of zombies. They notice them one by one, their heads turning almost mechanically.

“Are you sure this is gonna work, Squee?” Maddie asks nervously.

“We just have to buy them enough time,” Squee replies, just as nervously. “Just try not to get bit.” “Easy peasy,” Pepito smirks and cracks his knuckles.

The zombies howl simultaneously and charge them. The kids stand strong and meet them head-on.

Dib and Pepito kick and punch the zombies away with their strong fighting skills; Squee hits them the butt of his knives while Shmee leaps around and knocks them out; Gaz knocks them away with her bat and quickly tosses it to Maddie so she can do the same before repeating the process.

They’re very outnumbered and unless the zombies are knocked right out they quickly get back up. They won’t be able to do this for much longer.

Damien knows this as he watches the fight on a monitor. He shouts and cheers like he’s watching a wrestling match.

“It’s futile, you fools!” he exclaims excitedly, “you’ll never stop me! You’ll all be part of my undead army!”

There’s a sudden crashing of glass behind him. He spins around as some kind of metal appendage pulls out of the smashed window and those two weird kids in alien costumes- one an alien-cyborg- crawl through. They both have four long, metal, spider-like legs sticking out of their backpacks and holding them up high off the floor.

Damien looks up at them with fear and surprise. The dark room is dimly lit by the monitors so he can barely see them. But the alien-cyborg has one glowing red eye that casts an eerie glow across their faces. They almost look like real aliens.

The shorter one with the big, pink eyes hangs over Damien menacingly. “It’s over, Entropy. Now reverse your curse.” Damien stares up at him, slightly terrified. But he quickly shakes it off and glares at him. “N-never! I will rule with my zombie army! And you will all submit!”

“Zim submits to nothing!” Zim barks, “now reverse this curse before I make you.”

One of his spider legs lifts up and points at Damien, the tip getting dangerously close to his face.

Tak watches closely, her cybernetic eye scanning Damien. It spots something sticking out of the pocket of his jacket.

“Hang on, Zim,” she orders and lowers to the floor.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Damien snaps as Tak reaches into his pocket and pulls out a notebook. He wants to stop her but doesn’t dare move with Zim hovering over him.

“What is it?” Zim asks as he lowers to the floor.

“His secrets,” Tak replies as she flips through the pages, her cybernetic eye taking it all in rapidly.

Inside the notebook is mass amount of scribblings and notes. Most of it’s in English, but some is in a foreign language.

“Put that down!” Damien snaps and starts to step forward. He stops when Zim points his spider legs at him, holding him in place.

“Here, look,” Tak says as she flips to a page titled ‘Zombie Curse’. “Not exactly subtle.”

“It’s written in some kind of…alien language,” Zim observes.

“It’s Latin.”

“What’s Latin?”

Tak ignores him as she translates the writing. “Looks like to reverse the curse, all we’d have to do is read this incantation.”

“Ah, good. Easy,” Zim smiles, “so read it.”

“I can’t read Latin,” Tak says, “I mean I can read it but I can’t speak it.”

Damien laughs. “You fools. Did you really think I would make it so easy?”

“But you did,” Tak points out, “we just need someone who can speak Latin.”

“Exactly!” he booms, “and Latin’s a dead language. No one can speak it!”

“You can,” she states.

“Nuh uh,” he argues immaturely, “I only know how to write it.”

“Well, that’s stupid,” Zim grunts.

“It’s foul proof,” Damien argues.

The Irkens glare at him, irritated. Then Zim swipes the notebook and marches to the door. “Hang on.”

He kicks open the door, interrupting the battle between the kids and the zombies. They all freeze and look at him with surprise.

“Can anybody speak Latin?” he asks loudly.

“I can!” Dib replies excitedly.

“Great,” Zim grunts and throws the notebook to him. “Read this incantation.”

Dib catches the book and elbows a nearby zombie as he looks it over.

“Um…okay, uh.” Before he can get a chance to say any of it aloud, a few more zombies charge at him. He dodges them and kicks one away. “It’s hard to read like this.” “Everyone get back!” Zim orders. His spider legs stick out between the zombies and the kids, creating a barrier between the two groups. The zombies try to climb through the gaps but they’re too clumsy.

Dib quickly looks back at the notebook. He starts reading the passage in fluent Latin aloud. As he reads the zombies seem to get very sluggish and slip off Zim’s spider legs.

“No! Stop!” Damien barks. He tries to shove Zim out of the doorway but Tak blocks him off with her spider legs.

The zombies look like they’re getting really tired. Slowly, colours start returning to their eyes as they lie down on the floor, like a bunch of sleepy children. When Dib’s finished reading, they’re all passed on the floor, sleeping peacefully.

The kids stare at them with slight disbelief, like they expect them to get up again. But they don’t and relief quickly washes over them.

“It’s over,” Squee sighs.

“Colton. Colton, can you hear me?”

Colton’s eyes slowly blink open. When his vision swims into focus the first thing he sees is a zombie staring at him.

“Ah! Zombie!” Colton cries and covers his head.

“No, Colton, calm down,” Squee says quickly, “it’s just me.” “Squee?” he questions as he slowly lowers his arm. Squee’s kneeling beside him and Zim, Dib, and Gaz are clustered by the door.

“You’re okay,” Colton states with slight disbelief. He looks down at his arm and sees gauze wrapped around where he was bit. “I’m…okay.” “Yeah,” Squee grins, “I told we would fix it.”

Colton smile with relief.

“How do you feel?” Squee asks as he slowly sits up.

“Tired mostly,” he replies.

“Aren’t we all,” Dib sighs.

Squee helps Colton to his feet and they all walk through the school to the front doors. Pepito and Maddie are there waiting for them, with a half asleep Carmen hanging off Pepito’s arm.

“How is she?” Squee asks.

“She seems fine,” Pepito replies, “just really, really tired.” They push open the front doors which are unlocked now and step outside. The sun is starting to rise over the horizon, casting a light glow over everything.

“Hey, wait,” Colton says with surprise. “What happened to the guy who caused all this?”

“We let him go,” Squee shrugs.

“What? But what if he tries to do it again?” he asks.

“Then we’ll stop him again,” Zim states.

“But we took his notebook,” Dib says as he waves it around. “So it’ll probably take him a long time before he compiles all the necessary information again.” “He was just a bored, lonely loser anyway,” Pepito adds, “we don’t need to do anything to him.” Gaz just nods in agreement.

With that, the kids walk away from the school and to the road, silently agreeing to go to Zim’s house and sleep for the rest of the day.

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