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Sublime Awakenings	By : Kailean Category: Comics > Squee! Views: 1478 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Squee!, JTHM, or Invader Zim, nor any of the characters from these works. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Sublime Awakenings: Chapter 17

As Squee exited his fourth period class for lunch he realized two things. One was that, although he (thankfully) was no longer high, he was very hungry. Another was that, in his stressful morning haste, he had forgotten to pack a lunch. He had enough money in the backpack he was currently stuffing into his locker to buy a skool lunch, but was that really worth the risk? Normally, his automatic answer would be a definite “no”, but his stomach, which he had neglected to provide with breakfast as well, protested loudly. Sighing deeply, he took the money and headed to the cafeteria, where he would hopefully not meet a zombified demise.

After standing reluctantly in the skool lunch line for about five minutes, he finally reached the buffet line, where students were served by mostly irritable workers who couldn't find a better job, probably due to age discrimination . He looked skeptically at the main course, a green gelatinous blob molded into a large metal pan. “What is it?” He asked the lunchroom lady behind the counter.

“It is..ummm...it is...,” She examined the substance for a long, hard minute. She looked back up and proclaimed with a definitive air. “It is green.”

“Oh, is that anything like the “red” at the D.H.M.I.?” he asked, less confused, but not pleasantly so. He glanced around nervously at his fellow students as snickering permeated his general vicinity at his statement. As he did so, the lunch room lady plopped a glob of “green” on his tray and handed it over the shield. When his attention reverted back to his tray, he noticed that the “green” seemed to be eating all the other “food”, changing color and growing. “Hey, I didn't say I wanted any!” he declared.

“NEXT!”

He reluctantly took his tray to the check-out counter, trying not to touch the blob. Digging in his pocket for cash, he pulled out a five dollar bill, some ones and ...cotton stuffing. “How did that get there?”

“Hey, hurry it up. Some of us want to eat the food before it eats us!” An impatient female voice yelled from somewhere down the line.

Squee handed the cashier the five, returned the change and stuffing to his pocket and made his way through the cafeteria in the direction of the trash. On his way he noticed that Zim was sitting beside Dib at the usual table. Zim usually sat a few tables over. Maybe this was part of their “pretend” relationship. He was wearing an extra pair of gloves and goggles while poking his equally blobby lunch with a spork. Dib was watching curiously as he fed it a carrot. It absorbed the carrot. He took a test tube from his pak and scooped some of the blob in before returning it to his pak.

“YESS!” He announced “This ...”green” will make a perfect component for my NEXT EVIL PLAN!” He only got a few strange momentary glances from the student body, expect for the big-headed paranormalist who began listening intently. Noticing the sparse attention, Zim quickly lowered his voice and his head, his vision once again centering on his lunch. He poked in again. It jiggled.

“Ohhhhhh! So jiggly...jiggly and full of juice!” He began cackling. This plan was going to be AMAZING! But, sadly, it would have to wait until a few issues were resolved.

Squee was drawn out of his distraction with Zim's antics when a large senior behind him shouted “Hey kid, move!” rather rudely before giving him a rough shove, which sent him stumbling forward. As he felt himself about to fall, he threw his tray up and behind his head in a desperate attempt at self-preservation. If he had to fall, he definitely didn't want it to be head-first into the “green”. He heard a blood-curdling scream that was not his own as his body hit the linoleum, quickly rolling over onto his back and propping himself up on elbows to see its source.

The next scream did belong to him. His “lunch” had apparently landed in the face of the rude senior who was now being absorbed much as Zim's carrot had been. Squee gapped in terror, idly wondering if the “green” would break down bone, until his mind finally told his body to move. He kicked his feet until he was far enough away to stand up, but as he did the now quite large blob lunged at him. Without thinking, he quickly dropped back to the floor. The blob flew over him and landed on a cheerleader who emitted a particularly loud, and surprisingly peepy, screech. After noticing that the senior was completely gone (the thing apparently did dissolve bone) Squee wasted no time in fleeing the immediate scene. He scurried across the cafeteria to the exit, where he remained, staring at the horror.

The screams had now multiplied and students were running in every direction, with only the smartest choosing the direction of one of the two exits...natural selection at its finest. Of course, there are different types of intelligence. Just because one is good at say, nonlinear geometry, or quantum mechanics, or was one of the only people on Earth to recognize certain paranormal activity did not necessarily mean that one had street smarts or that one's curiosity did not override them. A good example of this point was that Dib was currently only five feet away from the even larger blob and taking snap shots while talking out loud to himself.

“Is this another one if Zim's plans, or some other form of paranormal activity, or just a REALLY bad lunch?! I wonder if it's a living organism, or just an elaborate chemical reaction..or maybe some kind of nanotechnolo...AHHH!!!” He screamed as it lurched through the air toward him. He fell to the floor and closed his eyes tightly in fear, but opened them when he heard the sound of a laser blaster followed by the exploding plop of the blob in midair.

He turned around to see Zim's spider leg taking his blaster back into his pak. “Zim, you..you..saved me.” He said in shock, unable to keep a hint of appreciation out of his voice.

The relief on Zim's face rapidly changed into a mask of superior indignation. “I didn't do it because I like you Dib!” He announced a little too defensively. “I did it because I, The Great ZIM, will be the one to destroy you!”

They both looked around, hearing more and louder screaming. It appeared that Zim's blast had blown the blob into hundreds of pieces, all of which became smaller blobs that landed on various students who were now being absorbed.

“Eh? I mean, Yes! This was my plan all along! Cower p-it-if-ful hyumans at the Amazing blobby-doom-plan of the Mighty ZIM!!”

Dib rolled his eyes at Zim's obvious lies. “I think we should get out of here.” he said, jumping to his feet. He garbed Zim's gloved arm and ran to the exit dragging the protesting Irken along.

Meanwhile Gaz was already standing outside the doorway a little behind Squee as her class had just been on its way to lunch. Her game slave was held in one hand limply at her side as she watched the mayhem, entranced with a sadistic smile and wide eyes.

Dib and Zim ran by, annoying her with their voices, and pulling her out of her euphoric stupor. She garbed the back of Squee's shirt, and slowly pulled him back into the hallway as the fire alarm began to blare. Water pored from the ceiling, soaking everyone. Gaz huffed in irritation as her purple hair lay limp against her head.

“Unhand ZIM, filthy dirt-child! Do not soil the superior Zim-hand of ZIM with your disgusting Eartheniod germs!”

Squee began to come to his senses as the biohazard lock-down was initiated from somewhere in the skool. Sliding metal doors slammed shut, sealing classrooms, some with students still inside, as the skool was evacuated. After a jerk, a few shoves and an unnecessarily hard slap to the face from Gaz, he finally joined her and the other students in making a rather swift exit from the skool.

About a hundred shocked teens lingered in the skool yard, while many more chose to get as far away as possible, leaving by car or on foot. Emergency task force officers in metallic-black armored suits prepared to retrieve remaining students from various sealed rooms before they could unleash deadly gases into the skool.

“What WAS that stuff?” Dib relinquished his grip on the drenched Irken, and slumped against his vehicle.

“Some sort of disgusting human filth! Thank Irk I wore paste today!” Zim huffed and shuck water from his arms dramatically.

“Dib! Home, now!” Gaz ordered as she joined the two with a distraught Squee trailing behind her. “Wet is not a good look for me.” For the first time since she had been able to dress herself, Gaz was wearing pastels in public. She and Squee were even more wet than the other two, so the effect on the clothes was currently making her more popular than she had intended.

“Fine. We're taking Zim home first since his 'superior race' has issues with water. Squee, you want a ride too?” Dib pressed a button on his key-ring remote to unlock the rover.

“Uhhh. Whatever. Just hurry. I think I need a new game slave.” She paused a moment to glare at Squee. “But, that was really cool, so I'll spare you a horrible fate this time.”

As Dib's scary sister pushed the squeaky kid into the back seat, following after him, Zim hopped into the front passenger seat. He sent a glare of his own at the Dib.

“You might want to show a bit of respect to the Irken race, Dib-thing, since we will be your overloads soon enough. And we do not have issues with water. We have issues with filthy, polluted, Earth water. Now, to my base! Zim commands you!” He glanced into the back seat as if just remembering that he and the Dib were not alone. Gaz was apathetically trying to repair her gaming unit, while Squee was staring blankly out the window. Just in case, he figured, he might as well add it. “And Zim is normal!”

Dib rolled his eyes, and started the engine. “Whatever, Space-boy.”

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Notes:

-“It is..ummm...it is...,” She examined the substance for a long, hard minute. She looked back up and proclaimed with a definitive air, “It is green.” This is a paraphrase from Data from Star Trek.
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