Day 37: Arts and Crafts Room
Honey was relieved when breakfast was over. Even though there'd been plenty of sticky-sweet french toast to be had, the company left him feeling a little inadequate. Usually girls fawned all over him, but Callisto had been downright mean. Had he done something wrong? What kind of girl wanted to fight rather than play? It'd only been a few days
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He was still staring at the mess before him in utter confusion when someone chose to sit near him. Zim looked up in annoyance before looking back down down at the mess. Make something for his roommate she had said, correct? Now why would he do something like that? Maye it was some kind of new rit--
Wait.
"What the?!" He whipped his head up immediately to regard the interrupting human again. The hair, the voice, that monstrous head... There was no mistaking it. "YOU!"
Zim actually stood from the table in complete outrage, something that seemed to catch the Collectors' attention. He neither noticed nor cared. Dib! Here! This boy, exactly the last thing he wanted to see at the moment, actually had the gall to approach him and ask questions it should ready know the answers to?!
"What do you think you're doing? Is this your idea of a joke?" he spat out. "I'll have you know your PATHETIC attempts at... whatever it is you're doing fail to impress me and will only make it all the more painful once you inevitably... not win!"
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Dib blinked in a combination of shock and surprise. Did that kid just yell at him? For crying out loud, he didn't even know the guy! ...Just like he hadn't known that Danny guy at breakfast, but the guy seemed to know him. Oh man, this was bad. The only logical explanation was that he really had lost his memory, that he'd been in this place for a while but somebody must have done something to his brain to make him forget...
Or maybe he'd suffered some kind of horrible traumatic experience that had completely wiped his memory of all recollection of this place. Or maybe he was still sane and everyone else in this place was just completely crazy.
None of those was a comforting thought.
"Do I... know you?" Dib asked, eyeing the strange kid suspiciously. There was something terribly familiar about him, but Dib couldn't quite put his finger on it. He felt like he knew this guy, felt as though this weird kid was someone he'd known for a long time. But that was impossible - the only "kid" this guy reminded him of was Zim, and there was no way it could be him. "Who are you?"
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