almightysmallest:
*Zim is caught by the arm and, despite struggling, eventually realizes that the person who grabbed him was Dib, and allows himself to be pulled into his arms.*
Dib! We gotta get outta here! The-the people who spotted me—they were wearing little eyes on their jackets! I-I don’t remember what it means but… *Zim looks down, letting the statement hang. He further hides himself behind Dib when a new wave of people start approaching.*
*He would have spoken sooner, but he didn’t want to alarm Zim too much, and by proxy alert these strange people. Dib merely nodded to Zim, and took a peek around the corner…*
Scientists of some sort. But I don’t want to hang around long enough to find out…we have to find a way out, Zim!
*With Zim hidden behind him, it would be easy to assume Dib was talking to himself. After all, he did that often to begin with, and people just wrote him off as being crazy, anyway. In the meantime, he glanced around the area. There was a vent up in the ceiling, but that wouldn’t be too practical. They’d draw more attention to themselves just getting up there. However, there was one more option, one that Dib would rather take his chances on. Without another word, he led Zim along, staying close to the wall and moving as quietly as possible. There was a trash chute just ahead, which would lead them outside. In a dumpster, but outside at least. Once he pried the chute’s door open, he looked to Zim.*
This way, Zim. It’s the only way to get out of here.
*With that, he would attempt pulling the Irken in along with him….*
